Been a while, huh? Hi, guys. Life has thrown a hell of a curveball at me all over the place.

My mom's been diagnosed with cancer. I got a couple of degrees. I've started a career. I moved to a big-ish city. I kinda... fell out of touch with the fandom, which is a little depressing. I've been reminiscing a lot about the good old days, and I kind of want to get involved. I don't know if any of the folks who I used to talk to are still here, but I created a new account (coming back to an old one feels... odd), so you can find me elsewhere on the internet.

You can find me at  war-dog if you're interested!

Come join me on my new clean slate. We can talk about boys.

And butts.

Maybe Doritos.

Except ew. No. No Doritos.

I'm not dead. I'm, uh, right here. Doing the thing I do. And whatnot.

Sorry to just abandon ship so suddenly. The last ya'll heard of me, I was taking emergency commissions and then, poof. Gone for a year. I didn't mean to do that, but this past year has been one of the toughest and most excruciating of my life. There's less fandom drama than financial and medical drama, but now I can breathe again (literally) so I'm back doing the thing.

Only issue is I wanted to start with a clean slate, so I meandered to a new account.

Still interested in chatting me up? I can be found at .

I've missed you all, and I hope the past while's treated you well!

So, I'm doing emergency bust commissions. Slots are limited to avoid me getting too overwhelmed, but I'll keep absolutely everyone in mind. They're done within a week. As such, I just ask that you don't get too nitpicky; glaring flaws will be addressed, though.

They're twenty-five dollars.

1. Herr_Aardy
2. Sinakai (FR)
3. Damaku (DONE)
4. Keiji (FR)

For more information, you can look here. If you want to reserve a slot for next week, DEAR GOD I WILL HUG YOU FOREVER.

And for those of you who like more tangible stuff, my brother is opening for commissions of the plush variety: here.

Thank you in advance for any and all help.

OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS

Hello, friends. Due to dire financial straits, I am coming out of a long hiatus to announce I am doing commissions. Bust commissions! If it has shoulders, I will draw it from the shoulders up. It could be a monster, a person, a dog, a cat, LoK characters (for my fandom bros), a thing that doesn’t have shoulders. I will slap shoulders on it and draw it from the shoulders up. Hell, design the most obnoxious thing you can and send it to me just to watch me suffer. I’ll do it if you pay me.

ALL PROCEEDS FROM ME DOING COMMISSIONS WILL GO TOWARD ME CONTINUING TO HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE.

I will open for four commissions a week. They’ll be $25 a piece and done in whatever style you choose. You want a sleek cel-shaded look? On it. Sketchy and scratchy? Got it. You want it slathered in so many grunge textures it looks like it came out of a Silent Hill game? My friend, I live for that.

I have galleries here and here if you want to peruse my work. I have an art tumblr over at basementbeast.

Please. I am begging you from the bottom of my heart. I am pouring all of my savings into trying to keep a roof over my head. I need a little fall back money for the little things so I’m not just living paycheck to paycheck, or no-check as the first few months will prove.

Contact me via e-mail at the_hyena_queen[at]yahoo.com

Or via tumblr.

Or via anyplace.

Just please, please, please. Let me art for you. My day job isn’t enough anymore.

Yes, I know. I've been gone a year or so. But if anyone still pays attention...

- Firstly, a friend of my brother's (a friend of mine? I shall consider her friend because she is cool bro) is selling adorable animal sculpy jewelry at https://www.etsy.com/shop/EveryDayIsCatParade and would totes like some support. I promise you, the stuff is well made and the money is for a good cause (i.e., feeding her).

OH HEY SHE HAS AN FA:  ixaix

- I'm mostly active at https://www.weasyl.com/~basementbeast if you're still interested.

- I just figured I'd formally say hi to a lot of people that I miss seeing as I've been a terrible hermit and I hide in a hole anymore. Yo, guys.

I made an art-specific tumblr HERE.

If you're interested in non-art specific tumbles, I'm also at PARTY KAIN.


WHAT PURPOSE DOES THIS SERVE? I DON'T KNOW. Except the art blog is where I can put old stuff, stupid doodles, works in progress, sketches, and everything else I feel wary of putting here or my deviantART. So, if you're interested...

ALSO. HI GUYS.

OH. MY. GOD.

OH MY GOD. THIS IS THE DUMBEST THING TO GET EXCITED OVER, AND YOU'LL UNDERSTAND ONCE I LINK TO THIS:

CLICK. LOOK.

Guys. I don't give a damn about Sonic. Ignore Sonic. Ignore the hell out of Sonic.

B-but do you see the rest of it? Th-the blue dragon? E-edge's base wing? Look at it. Look at how pretty. Look at those models. Look at how Base Wing tries to tackle Tails and the Blue Dragon almost eats a few people. A-and flexes.

G-guys. This is the closest I'm going to get to seeing Panzer Dragoon in the present day, and even if it has no laser shooting or multiple discs worth of chasing a drone around looking for towers... I-I...

I just saw current-gen Blue Dragon. Guys. Guys, I am, like... wigging out something crazy.


I told you this was stupid. But OH MY GOD, it would be like if... if... I dunno. If Pokemon died, and they resurrected it eleven years later to add the most badass Pikachu you've ever seen to Mario Kart. It's not fulfilling, but it's exciting.

I just wish they would make a new PD game, though. Ffff, I guess there's always Crimson Dragon.

... Twenty-three is old, right?

Yup. Happy birthday to me. I plan on... doing absolutely nothing! Probably!

Because I found a pile of WOMEN'S WORLD and LADIES HOME JOURNALS in my mother's bathroom when I was digging for the tea tree oil (am I the only person who likes how that stuff smells?). I decided to sit down and flip through them, because I... I don't know. Maybe I was feeling fat and I wanted to lose ten pounds in ten days. Or perhaps I really, really wanted to know five ways to keep a kid's mind active during the summer.

Anyway, I learned some lessons.

- Courtesy of Women's World, I now know that true love can only be found by accidentally running across somebody you went to high school with. The only exception is if you run into a hot guy who has been hurt in some fashion, in which case you have permission to guide him through the strange, foreign aisles of the grocery store to teach him about arugula, love, and innuendo concerning sirloin.

- Also, courtesy of Women's World, all crimes can be solved by amateur sleuths while working out sudoku puzzles in the back of the book. They will need to use their psychic powers to know information not given to them, just like real detectives who apparently solve crimes with telepathy rather than evidence.

- All marital problems can be solved in two and a half pages of spouses complaining, and three paragraphs written by a psychologist who claims to have solved the problem by basically saying, "Stop complaining."

- Obesity would no longer be an issue in the United States if we all became food fascists. Learning proper portion size and eating sensibly? No. Here's a list of foods you can eat at specific times of the day. Choose wisely because you can only choose one.

- And while you're on that diet, why not put steak on your salad and spend the rest of the week making these delicious cheesecake recipes?

- Know what's a miracle? Dogs. And apple cider vinegar. Maybe Tupperware parties. And some lady in Ohio swears that trading in her executive position for a life of selling Avon was the greatest choice she ever made.

- Only pets who have met horrific ends are worthy of column space. I don't care how amazing your seeing eye dog is, is he a pit bull who died of cancer? A cat who was eaten by a coyote? Yeah, to hell with your service dog, he's not dead enough.

- Depression can be cured by everything. Everything. There is no reason for people to be depressed anymore, because everything right down to quacking like a duck (yes, an actual suggestion) can fix it. So stop it, already, and channel your inner Donald.

- Everyone is rich, duh. So why not buy all of this overpriced "stylish" stuff to try to make yourself feel younger, aging secretary from Minnesota? C'mon. You got forty bucks to splurge on a purse the size of a pack of cards, right?

- Women can't tolerate real humor. Only puns, cute pictures, and Ziggy standing in the same pose next to inspirational phrases.

- Haha, no. Don't feel insecure about your weight. After all, Christina Aguilera is fat, too! And so are all these other celebrities half your size. Doesn't that make you feel better?






(Oh my god, I think my brain has died.)

... Where it seems like, no matter what it is you're doing, you can't do it right? This is one of those days. It's actually been one of those months.

Kind of one of those years.

It seems I'm stuck in a rut, artistically and everywhere else. But, I guess here, the focus is artistically. I don't know what it is, but it seems like I take two steps forward, one step back, one step forward, four steps back... and in the end, I'm, like, so far from Candyland Castle that Lord Licorice is feeling sorry for me.

I keep doing those little blob comics and doodles (which are probably driving ya'll crazy, my bad) trying to get me back in the habit of, like, doing things regularly, since I spent so much time doing traditional stuff in the past year (mainly sketches and schoolwork) that I damn near forgot how to do stuff digitally. But anymore, it seems I can't even do sketches right.

I think part of it is a lack of inspiration. That, and maybe I just have felt like a lump of mud. I'm so caught up in everything else that, at the end of the day, I'm usually just too broken to really do much else than flop around like a walrus. I probably sound like a walrus, too.

Do you guys have this problem? What inspires you guys? Do you got any tutorials for SAI or something that could maybe give me something new to do? Music that moves you? Or hell, just sit around and complain with me if you're feeling it, too. Venting is good for the soul.

In the meantime, I'm gonna buckle down and do what I've been doing to try to make stuff work: draw from photos and screenshots until I get mad and decide Devil Survivor 2 is more interesting. LOL.

Do you guys have an appreciation for the hilariously bad? I do. I'm the type of person who used to go through Fangoria magazine when I was younger, just to look for future movies that seemed like they would be absolutely godawful. It's how I found a movie about a giant killer turkey.

Good times, good times.

But what pales in comparison to that is a movie I found at a Blockbuster called Beyond the Wall of Sleep. The premise is simple: I have no idea what's going on. The most I can gather is that somebody skimmed some H.P. Lovecraft before getting kicked out of a bookstore, and took the names they could remember and tried to make a movie out it. All of this is acted out by people pulled out of aisles at Wal-Mart, with a two-minute cameo by Tom Savini, who is apparently where the budget went (in addition to the opening credits).

Watch it with commentary on. Dear LORD, it's hilarious. Or don't, if you don't want to miss such inspired lines as, "Your loins ache for my synaptic impulses."

But after watching it about twenty-times (literally), it got a bit boring. Nothing's ever boring with andren and mooshay. Out of nowhere, Ivan decided we should watch Beyond the Wall of Sleep with the audio of My Little Pony, Live: The World's Biggest Tea Party. Now, I don't know how to accurately tell you how hilarious it is that all of the songs seem to sync up to major scenes, but seeing somebody die a horrible, flower/demon/milkshake induced death to the sound of Minty warbling about how AWESOME this party is going to be is probably one of the greatest cinematic experiences ever.

That, and we have a weird sense of humor. Hi, my name is Amber, and I think ponies singing until a guy explodes from the utter joy of an impending tea party is funny.

I can try to explain. Imagine this guy snarling "I'm a Little Teapot" at a guy who looks constipated. Or this dude insisting with that EXACT FACE that you really need to invest in some streamers. They're fun. Also, Ardelia is pretty stoked for some pony fun. You should be, too!

And thus, three adults began the tradition of Beyond the World's Biggest Wall of Tea. It is mercilessly shown to anyone we can make watch it, and--to date--the only person to ever find it painful was flamingfennec. But I'm not fully convinced he hated it. :B

I have no idea what prompted me to explain this stuff to ya'll (maybe it's because it's coming time for the ~annual screening~), but to those of you who READ all of that... do you guys have any weird movie stories? Or movie traditions? Hell, do you have any bad movie recommendations? I love that shit. :D

I have no idea, but for the sake of sating my curiosity, I'm going to one. Also, because I kind of got told I was going pretty randomly by a family member, and I didn't even know how to argue because I have no idea what this is.

I smell adventures. Adventures and creepy people who will claim to be related to me by some distant relative that died in the 1800s!

I'm sorry I'm not around. Or very chatty. I just decided to give ya'll a heads up, in case you missed what I said on my latest submission.

I'm not meaning to be so very absent. I'm behind on my work contract, I'm behind in class, and I've been struggling with handling some severe problems. Or, at the very least, it feels severe. I have two different therapists throwing their opinions at me (but they're both on the depressive scale) and I've not been taking the meds very well.

As such, I'm kind of erratic and having difficulty keeping my head on straight. Thoughts are scrambled, and it's not that I don't want to talk more than it seems I keep forgetting how. :C

I'm gonna probably be a LOT more active in the summer, to be honest.



TWO MORE WEEKS AND I AM SAFE.

Confession 1: Your biggest fear.
- Being alone. I joke about "dying alone" a lot, but I have an extreme phobia of driving off those close to me and ending up completely isolated. I've been told a lot of bad things about myself that I take to heart, and I... just keep thinking that one day others will figure it out and desert me.

Confession 2: Worst Nightmare.
- I once had a nasty dream where my mom and I ended up in a car wreck that killed us. The vehicle flipped and I woke up just after the roof crushed inward and my neck broke.

Confession 3: Something you wish you could forget.
- See above where I said I've been told a lot of bad things? THAT. I have this weird inability to allow myself to forget things, and even if I know REALISTICALLY that they were said in the heat of the moment or even if I HAVE forgiven the people who said them, I apparently have a near-photographic memory of every nasty thing that has been said to me.

Confession 4: Best dream.
- I have no idea what actually happened in the dream, but I remember it was from last night. I had to share a bed with untitledwendigo at our stepmom's house, and I actually woke her up to excitedly explain it to her. I seriously don't remember what happened except that it made me insanely happy. I have a vague recollection of telling her that some guy was standing in a river saying that the river was his father now, because it had killed his biological dad. Apparently, being a parent is like being the Highlander.

Confession 5: Favorite memory.
- I have plenty and most of them involve andren and mooshay. In particular, last summer, we all went to Washington D.C. and acted like screaming geeks at the Smithsonian Zoo. Or, uh... this past New Year's Eve was fun. OR HALLOWEEN ANY TIME THEY SHOW UP. OR BUYING PEZ DISPENSERS FOR MY CHRISTMAS TREE BECAUSE ALL THE ORNAMENTS WERE SOLD OUT.

Confession 6: Worst experience.
- The most I'm willing to say is that I now have a phobia of answering phones. If you ever get a weird number on your caller ID, it isn't always a survey and it isn't always a telemarketer.

Confession 7: Biggest pet peeve.
- The sound of chewing, crunching, and popping jaws. This isn't exclusively for people around me, either. I get annoyed at my OWN sounds. I sometimes eat freakishly fast just so I don't have to hear it.

Confession 8: Something you're paranoid about.
- Most things? LOL. I am seriously scared about EVERYTHING. I am the Caius Cosades of real life. I am a worrier who will not rest until every fear is answered for, even if it means harassing the piss out of a person just to get closure so I can stop freaking out as bad.

Confession 9: What you thought of your current best friend when you met them.
- IVNAS AND KOFFINGS? I dooooon't know. I was a bit wary of Ivan because I'm wary of most new people. Then, like... a day later it was like, "PFFFT, COO'. WE FRAND? WE FRAND." Katherine was almost an immediate "YES I AM LIKING YOU" because that weird... fear stage was skipped because I already knew so much about her from Ivan.

Confession 10: Your strongest principle/belief.
- Everybody should just be cool to one another. Respect, no matter what. Even if you loathe a person, be civil. Though I've been rather nasty in the past (I was TERRIBLE when I was younger), I am probably the last person to seriously advocate conflict anymore. It seems like wasted energy.

Confession 11: What annoys you the most.
- Extreme apathy and some people's need to one-up others. Extreme apathy doesn't make you look cool; it makes you look like a sociopath. And, to one-uppers? The last thing I need when I am complaining about my day to vent is you responding that you have had the same thing happen, ONLY WORSE. That just makes me feel... terrible about needing to vent.

Confession 12: Something you want to do before you die.
- I... don't know. I don't really plan these things.

Confession 13: Biggest regret.
- I don't know this, either. I tend to not regret much, since usually things work out for me in the end to an extent. Seeing as I've yet to fuck myself over TOO bad...

Confession 14: Hidden talent.
- I am freakishly good at Jet Set Radio Future? I can cook pretty well? Uh... I-I... I dunno? I don't really do much.

Confession 15: Favorite thing about yourself.
- I like my accent. I used to not, but now I love it. I never knew I spoke in a... specific southern accent. Apparently southern Appalachian is in a field all its own. *shrug*

Confession 16: One thing you would change about yourself if you could.
- I would like to lose some weight, very very much so. Not even to LOOK better. Just so my back FEELS better. Granted, I am losing it, so... mission accomplished? No, no. Go away faster, pudge.

Confession 15: Worst habit.
- I tend to take a turn for the depressing for no reason. I complain often, and I sometimes get very enthused and refuse to shut up. I don't make eye contact because I get worried that I'm weirding people out by staring at them, and I am awkward and uncoordinated and have a tendency to break or drop things. I also bite my nails.

Confession 16: Most important person in your life at the moment.
- There's quite a few. I know few, but those few are close, and they are all my driving force... even if I don't see 99% of them very much because my schedule is so crazy.

Confession 19: A skill you wish you had.
- Math. That would be... helpful.

Confession 20: Biggest compliment you've ever received.
- Well, not the biggest, but the freshest. A notoriously harsh drawing professor here told me that I drew one of his settings with "85% accuracy." I then proceeded to ALMOST get an A. Considering how harsh he is and that my last project was a C grade? Fuck yeah!

Confession 21: What you hate most about society.
- Things are so hectic and impersonal. It's... weird.

Confession 22: Something that makes you cry.
- Anything could potentially do it. I cry at the drop of a hat.

Confession 23: Something that makes you laugh.
- Again: ANYTHING could potentially do it. I seriously laugh at even the most ridiculous or unfunny things. My sense of humor is... off.

Confession 24: Most treasured possession.
- I have an Entei pokedoll that Ivan and Katherine got for me. His name is Propane. He goes with me EVERYWHERE. Even to the Smithsonian. On my visits home. Any trip at all. PROPANE GOES.

Confession 25: Something no-one expected you to like.
- I dunno. People usually don't make assumptions about what I like, because I have an eclectic taste. So if I just end up liking something odd, they just kind of nod and go with it.

Confession 26: Strangest hobby.
- I collect Pokemon. Like... particularly Entei. I really like Entei.

Confession 27: Biggest ambition.
- Get. My. Gotdamn. DEGREE.

Confession 28: Something stupid you used to believe in when you were younger.
- I used to believe cobras were mythological creatures. When my mom proved me wrong via the Discovery Channel, I became convinced every snake was SECRETLY a cobra with its hood down. It made my mom's snake-catching escapades all the more impressive. Alternately, I believed every black bug with a black widow, and I once sat for over half an hour on our porch, PETRIFIED to put my foot on the step with the cricket on it.

Confession 29: A random confession.
- Uh... lawnmowers are terrifying but you already knew that because I bring it up a lot? Dudes, I am an open book. What HAVEN'T I told you?

Confession 30: A few words to, honestly, describe yourself.
- Socially awkward geek prone to mood swings. Amazing regardless.

See that person? You should totally watch the hell out of them. Her gallery folder seems to be broken at the moment, but when it works? Worth it. She works slow because she makes plushies, but she makes some good ones. Also, she is wary of art sites and I think it would be funny for her to be met on her first day with a flood of new people, now that I finally convinced her to join.

See this? This is an older sister making her younger sister's online experience an online hell. Except it's mostly because I believe in her skill and I think it would do some good for her to interact with other artists. MAYBE SHE'LL EVEN START POSTING HER DRAWINGS HINT HINT RHIANNON.

I HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF INTEREST LATELY?

I swear. Sometimes I just feel the need to make a journal to be like, "I'M ALIVE GUYS" even though I'm a college student who works as a janitor and that is probably the most boring combination of things you can be. It's true! My most interesting story is about trying to get an acorn out of a basement sink!

... Why the fuck was there an acorn in there anyway...?









Also, I'm gonna try to make time for art. I'm so sorry I am so unproductive. ;_;

and just left and I am making all the sadlies. However, we do now co-own a copy of Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, a game that I played sparingly in high school and am really psyched about since I... er, forgot everything except for TIGHT TATS and, uh, the awkwardness that was incubi.

We named the protagonist Bobhiko after a Battle Subway trainer in Pokemon B/W, and I spent last night yelling myself hoarse at the television.

Also, we managed to twist Resident Evil 4 into a convoluted love story that somehow makes sense if you replace "the president's daughter was kidnapped" to "this is just a massive episode of Jerry Springer with rocket launchers."




... And apparently I am now prone to lapsing into deep, gravelly British voices when reading out loud. The fact we do these things and are legally old enough to drink is quite worrying. Whatevs, though. |3




imissthemwaaaaaah ;_;

I wanna tell you guys happy new year, but I don';t trust my abiluty to type. And I don't wanna seem like one of those irresponsible people on new years, even if I just really wanna tell yoiu guys to have a good one.

So, have a good one? Okay? Be all of the happies on 2012. In 2012. Whatever is grammatically correct

The draw back of not being able to draw on a tablet is that you have to draw on paper. Which, you know, I don't mind. Even if I've set traditional art on the backburner for monetary reasons (... I cannot afford all of those supplies, yo), I... don't think I could ever like drawing anything on anything other than paper. I love paper. I love sketchbooks.

I love this mechanical pencil I've had for years. I will marry this damn thing, I swear. >:C

What I don't love is that I now effectively... live in two different places at the same time, and keep my scanner at place #1. Which is two hours away from where I am now. Which means everything I sketch I... have to wait to finish in January.

... THIS IS BORDERLINE INFURIATING. I HAVE STUFF I WANNA COLOR. D:




I wish my scanner weighed less than a rhino so it would be easier to move from point A to point B.

I just got caught singing Giggle at the Ghosties at the crosswalk this morning. I blame the fact somebody taped a picture of Pinkie Pie in the elevator.

Also the fact I just got my second-to-last final over with. I was very happy. >:C

Still. Me singing is kind of terrifying. ._.


THIS IS IMPORTANT SHUSH.

Guys? Oh my god.

Oh my god.

I have nothing important to say, but oh my god I never talk to you guys anymore. I have no idea what I'm doing because I'm sick, I have end-of-the-semester super stress blocking my ability to do shit, and I am mad at my job. Oh god, so mad.

I need to do a presentation tomorrow, and I've been pretty heavily medicated for a bad case of I'M DYING for the past few days. Tomorrow is gonna be interesting. Either I will not control my panic, or (in the words of myself, Ivan, and Katherine), I will be a complete DONFORST and will be the most obnoxious, impossible to follow presenter ever.

Alternately, I can skip medicine and just be miserable...?

It hurts to turn my head. Lymph nodes suck.

HOW ARE YOU?

Eat that . Eat it.



What sort of artist would you most identify yourself as?
- Uh, the kind that draws stuff? I don't know. I suppose "illustrator" is the best I can come up with, since it seems to be a very general term and that's basically what I do. General stuff.

What would be your secondary identity?
- Dork. Can "art dork" be an identity? I am an art dork. The best art dork. Except not.

What forms of art do you dabble in, but don't excel at?
- Here at Berea, I've learned that I really like painting but suck at it on a level that transcends explanation. Aside from that, I'm kind of a crafty person. I'm not the best around and I don't get a chance to do it often, but I really like doing that kind of thing. Ask Ivan about how my eyes lit up when I was visiting and he decided to dress up his Pokedolls in homemade costumes and asked me to help.

How would you describe your 'style'?
- Angular? Blocky? I don't know. I like bold lines, bright colors, and I don't much like shooting for very fine details because I feel they get in the way of my favorite parts of a piece (namely, bold lines and bright colors). I like doing details in shading instead. I don't know how I'd describe it, though. P-pointy?

What medium do you favor most?
- Digital work, for the practical reason that I can afford to replace a tablet pen every once in a blue moon, but I can't afford to keep buying pencils and markers when I go through them like a fucking tornado. Also, I have access to all the colors. ALL of them. I like colors. I like colors so much.

What are your favorite subject matters?
- The three Ms: Monsters, Mythology, and Morrowind. I guess I could branch out and say that I like drawing shit from video games in general, and I do like illustrating the imaginary worlds in my head because I write better when I have something to look at to draw inspiration from. And stupid shit. I really like drawing stupid shit that makes me cackle like a mad woman.

What are your least favorite subject matters?
- I-I don't know? Still life? Backgrounds? Although I dislike one because I find it boring, and the other because I am bad at it.

List your Artistic Strengths
- Somebody once told me I was good with color? And Ivan tells me that I'm good with the use of textures. Aside from that... er, I don't know. I don't tend to see my strengths very well, and what seems like a strength to me one day is my biggest weakness the next.

List your Artistic Weaknesses
- E-everything? I think I can improve everywhere. My biggest weakness is probably inspiration, though. I have an exceedingly hard time coming up with ideas. When I do draw, it's usually spontaneous and... not very imaginative because I just did it for the sake of desperately wanting to do something and having no better ideas. Hence, a lot of PEOPLE STANDING or FACING LEFT or HEADSHOTS.

Which of the above weaknesses would you most like to see improve?
- Oh my god, I miss the days when I couldn't get my brain to shut up. ;_;

Adult Content. . . yes/no?
- I won't knock you for it, but it's not my cup of tea. I mean, I've dabbled, but even when I did? I was very "meh" about it. I could act enthusiastic, but there really wasn't any... enjoyment in it. It was just kind of... there.

Adult Subject Matter you favor?
- None? Again, I won't knock you for your tastes, but I'm not... a very... sexual person. At all. Unless you can count gore and cursing as "adult subject matter," I just don't much have any stock in it. *shrug*

Schooling/Training received in the arts?
- Uh. Well? I took a studio art class in high school. Then I taught myself. My old college was a technical college and didn't offer anything in the way of hands-on art (just some lecture courses), so I actually JUST NOW had my first ~official~ college art course this semester. It's a design course. *jazzhands*

Schooling/Training you'd still like to have?
- I want a real drawing class. There's also a printmaking class here I am vaguely aware of because I'm a janitor in the art department and I have to clean that floor every Thursday. It looks amazing and I am totally gonna take it.

Would you consider yourself prolific, or a 'quality over quantity' sort of artist?
- Er, quality over quantity, odd considering the fact I used to churn out crazy mad amounts of art every day. Anymore, I've become extremely slow, picky, and tedious about my work. I don't mean to be, I swear! It's just that I don't have time to do much, so what I actually do? I want to do it right.

Would you considering yourself a Fine Artist, or a Commercial Artist?
- Neither? I'm just me. I'm a... Me Artist.

Where would you like to be in five years?
- Alive. And, you know, improved somewhat. :D

So, today is Halloween. Happy Halloween, ya'll! I, uh, celebrated early so my Halloween was on Saturday where I... almost got kicked out of a Wal-Mart for being dressed like a werewolf. *thumbs up*

So, my day today is gonna be less HALLOWEENY and more WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK...

How're you guys? Any plans? :D

WHAT DO YOU GUYS WANT ME TO DRAW? Like, character wise? I need ideas.

It feels like I don't even have time to sit down anymore. I'm actually waiting for a phone call right now (having just got back) and then I have to head right on out again. Why? My sister is worried about me because I've been running on a steady diet of stress and coffee, so she's MAKING me take a breather.

LOL.

I feel kind of stifled for ~creative energy~ so I'll just flat-out ask ya'll who among my characters you would like to see drawn. Hell, throw out poses. Scenes. Whatever. Nothing adult oriented, please.

BUT HOW ARE YOU GUYS? HUH? WHAT IS UP IN THIS AREA OF THE INTERNETS?