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General | Posted 8 years agoMaking an open request for all my friends; if you could draw me stuff for my birthday?
I'd like porn particularly, but anything cute would be nice, too. And no rush, given how kinda short-notice it is, so just knowing it's on your list will be appreciated. ^_^
My character reference Page is my featured submission. Hope to hear back soon!
I'd like porn particularly, but anything cute would be nice, too. And no rush, given how kinda short-notice it is, so just knowing it's on your list will be appreciated. ^_^
My character reference Page is my featured submission. Hope to hear back soon!
Awwwwwwwwwwww yiss~
General | Posted 10 years agoComputer upgraded with SSD drive for the boot disk! Startup now cooks.
Ghh, ADD/fatigue
General | Posted 10 years agoMakes it super-hard for me to focus on art. Ah, well, work for $10/h, part time, with benefits: notbad.jpg
Huh.
General | Posted 12 years agoMade out with a hot Asian chick, and get me some boob-grope on, on my way home from Vegas.
How about that.
How about that.
Heartbroken again
General | Posted 12 years agoIt.... hurts. Like, actually hurts, right through the left side of my chest....
27 on 27th.
General | Posted 13 years agoWhoop dee fukken do.
*DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAATHHHHHHHHHH*
General | Posted 13 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/full/9098118/
~flutteryay~ X3
~flutteryay~ X3
That thing I mentioned
General | Posted 13 years agoAbout "rememebering" something I haven't experienced yet, then experiencing it years later?
Yeah, just had another one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&list=TLsPr62DDughM&v=B37W11SFvrI#t=790s
Yeah, several years ago, soemthing about saving a child and talking about glasses.
Ehn. *shrugs*
Yeah, just had another one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&list=TLsPr62DDughM&v=B37W11SFvrI#t=790s
Yeah, several years ago, soemthing about saving a child and talking about glasses.
Ehn. *shrugs*
Hhhhf
General | Posted 13 years agoE-Yelled at a few creationists. I feel better now.
Nothing quite cures the blues
General | Posted 13 years agoLIKE ABSOLUTE FUCKING RAGE
tired, alone
General | Posted 13 years agoi really want to cry
Memories of the future
General | Posted 13 years agoA few times in the past, I'd have "flashbacks"; memories of things I don't recall doing, so I'd forget about them (really shoulda written them down to prove it). YEARS later, I'd end up in a situation that would perfectly bring up the memory of me remembering, as well as the "origonal" memories. This has happened several times, and I don't know why.
Never has been anything significant; like one was "in a hallway , staring down it to my right-ish, near a large window, with people in victorian/colonial dress. That was sometime in the 90's. A few years ago at Further Confusion, it was at a hotel in San Jose, on a 2nd floor hallway near a large staircase that had windoes, so it matched the memroy, even down to the angle. And yeah, ther were furs: two in fursuit cat heads, but unpadded victorian/colonial dresses.
Never has been anything significant; like one was "in a hallway , staring down it to my right-ish, near a large window, with people in victorian/colonial dress. That was sometime in the 90's. A few years ago at Further Confusion, it was at a hotel in San Jose, on a 2nd floor hallway near a large staircase that had windoes, so it matched the memroy, even down to the angle. And yeah, ther were furs: two in fursuit cat heads, but unpadded victorian/colonial dresses.
Joining a raffle,
General | Posted 13 years agoWhat a bizzare dream;
General | Posted 13 years agoOn the cristening voyage of a large cruise ship, unidentified terrorists atttacked, killing children and everyone as they took over the ship; somehow, theri shots kept missing me. However, for some reason the boat was on a river that included a waterfall; the boat flipped over, the long way, going over the falls; only me and an apparent hobo were the ONLY survivors. Years later, on a similar ship designed as a memorial (exept the design was first like a battleship of some kind, then a big luxury cruize ship, complete with big-ass pools), I was invited on that maiden journey, and the hobo was ther again somehow too, to honor the memory of all thsoe lost...
Then I noticed everyone was carrying guns and rifles. EVERYone, including the kids. As the boat passed under the a bridge marking where the first boat was at the start of the first attack, the people would be shot by the ones behidn them as some kind of twisted sacrifice as the bridge's shadow would go over them; the guy right at the front even using a moltov cocktail on himself, I guess intending that even the boat itself go with them on whoever and however they planned this ritualistic mass suicide. I saw one mom remind her son to thank another boy near him, shortly before pulling the trigger on the tripod-monuted sniper rifle.
"Years" later, I again am the survivor (except possibly the hobo, whom no-one ever seemed to have found out who he was, or where he went), and I watch a tall man running, chasing another humanoid who I somehow know is "Wisdom". And I'm constantly being bothered by Cristian groups who somehow want to use me as a spokesperson. One moment of "I call bullshit" was when they saw a preview of some graphic animations they were going to use on TV, with some list of virtues or something--- except when the saw the word "Heaven" at the bottom of the list, in that calm voice all racist, sexist, bigoted, senile old Christian leaders use, he said "No, that image is Satan, heaven whould be at the top", so they tried to re-arrange language and grammeritself, so the word "Heaven" would be at the top: at best, they could only spin the words on the screen, breaking them into illegible pixels.
So, they've asked me for the memory card from my camera that I have on me (either from the attack(s), or I've been doing espionage stuff in their facility). On an unrelated issue, some minion of theirs brings another camera with a near-identical memory card, and I have a third card in my pocket. So, they see me take out the memory card they want from my camera, I put it on the table next to the card from theirs, they are talking amongst themselves, still on that retarded graphic, I swap out my card for the decoy card of mine, AND take *their* memory card. Also, we're on a tram shaped like roller coaster cars for some reason. At the end of the tram line, I get up, even having to remind them to take the (decoy) memory card, and leave.
After (or before, I forget), I'm at some kind of huge warehouse that sells exclusively produce (which may have been from another dream where I worked there, when it was a converted train depot and most of the rooms were multi-tiered train cars), still being stalked by Christians, who're even there, bothering my mom to try to get to me. I kick one ass, the other tries to hide in the pineapples. I beat him with the pineapples, and then Swirly him in a toilet that was next to that stand for some reaason.
The last part ties in with another dream I had a while ago; the short version of that was, again, fending off Christians, and then somehow becoming some kind of Machine God thing, with a strange humanoid mechanical entity that's always foating behind me, except when we want to talk face-to-face- we looked really cool, and the only thing I can really remember enough to describe his appearance was that what looked like a "Faic" emblem on his chest, while my armor/robe/mask deal was mostly blue and really badass. Also, we lived in some kind of mansion, and the Christians were trying to spy or assassninate me or something; however, being some mech thing, thinking at the speed of information itself (and prolly existing simeltaneously with the security system), I could just teleport behidn them and scare the hell out of them when they got into the garden). Apparently, whatever was on that memory card I stole was a real doozy.
But in this new dream, it skipped that part, to me and the entity (whom I suspect was the "hobo") looking out the back of the mansion, through some glass doors with the text "THE END" on it; behind the mansion, it was just water, which was being displaced by a rising set of steps that led down to (as the water receded) some new city. The running man, who looked like Yao Ming, I had just given my sandals to (I guess the metaphor is "experience") goes flying out, nearly catching the "Wisdom" entity (who looks and moves like something between Hsien-Ko/Lei-Lei (Darkstalkers) and Zant (Zelda: Twilight Princess)).
Then this is plays in the background: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmgym9OOllU
As I watch Yao chase Wisdom, i realise that the "hobo" was my own version of Wisdom, and he was always right behind me, guiding me, and that in empowering him, I empowered myself to be essentially a god.
Fade to black; woke up.
Then I noticed everyone was carrying guns and rifles. EVERYone, including the kids. As the boat passed under the a bridge marking where the first boat was at the start of the first attack, the people would be shot by the ones behidn them as some kind of twisted sacrifice as the bridge's shadow would go over them; the guy right at the front even using a moltov cocktail on himself, I guess intending that even the boat itself go with them on whoever and however they planned this ritualistic mass suicide. I saw one mom remind her son to thank another boy near him, shortly before pulling the trigger on the tripod-monuted sniper rifle.
"Years" later, I again am the survivor (except possibly the hobo, whom no-one ever seemed to have found out who he was, or where he went), and I watch a tall man running, chasing another humanoid who I somehow know is "Wisdom". And I'm constantly being bothered by Cristian groups who somehow want to use me as a spokesperson. One moment of "I call bullshit" was when they saw a preview of some graphic animations they were going to use on TV, with some list of virtues or something--- except when the saw the word "Heaven" at the bottom of the list, in that calm voice all racist, sexist, bigoted, senile old Christian leaders use, he said "No, that image is Satan, heaven whould be at the top", so they tried to re-arrange language and grammeritself, so the word "Heaven" would be at the top: at best, they could only spin the words on the screen, breaking them into illegible pixels.
So, they've asked me for the memory card from my camera that I have on me (either from the attack(s), or I've been doing espionage stuff in their facility). On an unrelated issue, some minion of theirs brings another camera with a near-identical memory card, and I have a third card in my pocket. So, they see me take out the memory card they want from my camera, I put it on the table next to the card from theirs, they are talking amongst themselves, still on that retarded graphic, I swap out my card for the decoy card of mine, AND take *their* memory card. Also, we're on a tram shaped like roller coaster cars for some reason. At the end of the tram line, I get up, even having to remind them to take the (decoy) memory card, and leave.
After (or before, I forget), I'm at some kind of huge warehouse that sells exclusively produce (which may have been from another dream where I worked there, when it was a converted train depot and most of the rooms were multi-tiered train cars), still being stalked by Christians, who're even there, bothering my mom to try to get to me. I kick one ass, the other tries to hide in the pineapples. I beat him with the pineapples, and then Swirly him in a toilet that was next to that stand for some reaason.
The last part ties in with another dream I had a while ago; the short version of that was, again, fending off Christians, and then somehow becoming some kind of Machine God thing, with a strange humanoid mechanical entity that's always foating behind me, except when we want to talk face-to-face- we looked really cool, and the only thing I can really remember enough to describe his appearance was that what looked like a "Faic" emblem on his chest, while my armor/robe/mask deal was mostly blue and really badass. Also, we lived in some kind of mansion, and the Christians were trying to spy or assassninate me or something; however, being some mech thing, thinking at the speed of information itself (and prolly existing simeltaneously with the security system), I could just teleport behidn them and scare the hell out of them when they got into the garden). Apparently, whatever was on that memory card I stole was a real doozy.
But in this new dream, it skipped that part, to me and the entity (whom I suspect was the "hobo") looking out the back of the mansion, through some glass doors with the text "THE END" on it; behind the mansion, it was just water, which was being displaced by a rising set of steps that led down to (as the water receded) some new city. The running man, who looked like Yao Ming, I had just given my sandals to (I guess the metaphor is "experience") goes flying out, nearly catching the "Wisdom" entity (who looks and moves like something between Hsien-Ko/Lei-Lei (Darkstalkers) and Zant (Zelda: Twilight Princess)).
Then this is plays in the background: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmgym9OOllU
As I watch Yao chase Wisdom, i realise that the "hobo" was my own version of Wisdom, and he was always right behind me, guiding me, and that in empowering him, I empowered myself to be essentially a god.
Fade to black; woke up.
Hmm.
General | Posted 13 years agoNo sympathy for the damned--- those that chose it, anyways. It's not about what you deserved, but what you chose. And what do you expect after you turned your back on me?
Traitor.
Traitor.
vidjeo gay-moos: Realsitc Damage and Graphics
General | Posted 13 years agoOne thing I always wanted to see (and rarely enough, I do see it) is realistic damage in video games--- where it wasn't toted on the box as a main feature, but something the developers did on theri own to flex the hardwear's muscle power. I don't mean like "attack the index finger repeatedly and the whole arm explodes at the shoulder", but if I attack a certian spot, that one spot gets damaged, and hitting there more wears down that bitch's HP bar like a king-sized Three Musakteer's bar on haloween.
The most recent example was when I played Panzer Dragoon Oorta quite a few years ago, as seen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMS9zdpTT_A Though, as I;m sure you can tell; with the near featureless background, and 'shiny metallic cubes', whcih I think I first saw ever in Miscrosoft Word in Windows 95, that wasn't exactly straining the X-Box's processor.
But a problem that example has is the same as any game where "realistic damage" is an on-the-box toted feature is that the enemy still doesnt' care (or if the charcter is you, that if an arm gets damaged, you can still dual-wield 12-gague shotguns and jump like an acrobat unhindered), and makes no move to especially guard that area, which in turn could be used for strategic fights where you damage an enemy on one side, the enemy tries to screen that side for defenses, then fire your superweapon at the other side, or feint again to hit that one spot with the super for x3 damage.
In this gaming era where the first selling point of PS3 and 360 games, and usually the foremost, by a large margin, over ANYthing related to game play, is simply the graphics (Don't deny it: read any review or game box for thsoe two systems: "GRAPHICS GRAPHICS GRAPHICS HIGH DEF WIDESCREEN GRAPHICS oh and press "a" to duck behind strategic cover, have fun"), this is an evolutionary dead end; the human eye can only receive so much information, so eventually there'll be a point where a sharper screen or better graphics won't mean shit, unless you're playing with magnifying glasses over your eyes, in which case you're problably burning off your retinas.
The most recent example was when I played Panzer Dragoon Oorta quite a few years ago, as seen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMS9zdpTT_A Though, as I;m sure you can tell; with the near featureless background, and 'shiny metallic cubes', whcih I think I first saw ever in Miscrosoft Word in Windows 95, that wasn't exactly straining the X-Box's processor.
But a problem that example has is the same as any game where "realistic damage" is an on-the-box toted feature is that the enemy still doesnt' care (or if the charcter is you, that if an arm gets damaged, you can still dual-wield 12-gague shotguns and jump like an acrobat unhindered), and makes no move to especially guard that area, which in turn could be used for strategic fights where you damage an enemy on one side, the enemy tries to screen that side for defenses, then fire your superweapon at the other side, or feint again to hit that one spot with the super for x3 damage.
In this gaming era where the first selling point of PS3 and 360 games, and usually the foremost, by a large margin, over ANYthing related to game play, is simply the graphics (Don't deny it: read any review or game box for thsoe two systems: "GRAPHICS GRAPHICS GRAPHICS HIGH DEF WIDESCREEN GRAPHICS oh and press "a" to duck behind strategic cover, have fun"), this is an evolutionary dead end; the human eye can only receive so much information, so eventually there'll be a point where a sharper screen or better graphics won't mean shit, unless you're playing with magnifying glasses over your eyes, in which case you're problably burning off your retinas.
Raffle roffles
General | Posted 13 years agoI dunno I tired O_O
MandyCreates
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3376507/
Ya do the thing to the raffle, win a cute sculpture, and then it's bedtime for me right nao @_@
MandyCreateshttp://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3376507/
Ya do the thing to the raffle, win a cute sculpture, and then it's bedtime for me right nao @_@
Rainy Day
General | Posted 13 years agoI like rainy days; not pouring, but heavy enough that it's a nice background sound and dims the day. It makes me sleepy.
And a napping Xuncu is a HAPPY Xuncu.
And two days to my b-day. =3
And a napping Xuncu is a HAPPY Xuncu.
And two days to my b-day. =3
*blazes through Super Mario World, 100%, in a day*
General | Posted 14 years agoDamn, I remember some of these kicking my ass.
I got skillz.
I got skillz.
<Silent Hero>'s Mind
General | Posted 14 years agoEuuggggh *burp*, certian games, and the way some people play--- very rare, but usually FPSs with low framerates, or someone who does alot of jerky movements; they give me a little nausia. By the way, watch the various series linked here: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.p.....ptitlesvqok84e
*sigh*
General | Posted 14 years agolonely and depressed again.
considering calling her, even though last time we spoke (months ago) she "never wanted to talk to (me) again", because she thinks that me running into her between my classes on campus means I was being "creepy" and stalking her; it began because we had a little fight that got heated.
But I still miss her; when she was nice and when she talked to me, and she was everything (that I think) I wanted
considering calling her, even though last time we spoke (months ago) she "never wanted to talk to (me) again", because she thinks that me running into her between my classes on campus means I was being "creepy" and stalking her; it began because we had a little fight that got heated.
But I still miss her; when she was nice and when she talked to me, and she was everything (that I think) I wanted
Further Confusion 2012
General | Posted 14 years agoShort version: Anyfur driving up from southern california to San Jose for it?
Specifically, I can't leave untill 10 PM on the 12, and have to be back by 6 PM on the 17th.
Does someone have a similar time need, and is driving through Santa Barbara (101 Freeway)?
Specifically, I can't leave untill 10 PM on the 12, and have to be back by 6 PM on the 17th.
Does someone have a similar time need, and is driving through Santa Barbara (101 Freeway)?
Go
General | Posted 14 years agoI wish I could just run forever, see where everything goes
Eternal
General | Posted 14 years agoI seem to age slowly, so I think that I'll prolly outlive most of the people I know.
I never seem to get ill, so I feel that I'll see alot of people I care about succumb to sickness and disease.
I always squeeze just out of harm's way, so I'm afraid that I'll see the life of those I love cut short.
And know what else: It's near impossible for me to forget things like that.
Even glimpsing outside the flow of time, that's enough to see where it's going.
I wonder if that's how Time Lords see the universe.
*sigh* An it seems that online host I've been using for, like, 10 years; folded all of a sudden. Ah, well, mostly was using it for storage, backed up any works I had on it (more they were the backup, and the place I put them for presentation for classes and whatnot). The last bit, the place I put my demos for comissions-- well, not in 10 years has anybody comissioned me, and the one time someone made a request, they forgot entirely about it, the douchebag.
I never seem to get ill, so I feel that I'll see alot of people I care about succumb to sickness and disease.
I always squeeze just out of harm's way, so I'm afraid that I'll see the life of those I love cut short.
And know what else: It's near impossible for me to forget things like that.
Even glimpsing outside the flow of time, that's enough to see where it's going.
I wonder if that's how Time Lords see the universe.
*sigh* An it seems that online host I've been using for, like, 10 years; folded all of a sudden. Ah, well, mostly was using it for storage, backed up any works I had on it (more they were the backup, and the place I put them for presentation for classes and whatnot). The last bit, the place I put my demos for comissions-- well, not in 10 years has anybody comissioned me, and the one time someone made a request, they forgot entirely about it, the douchebag.
guuuuuuhhh
General | Posted 14 years agoreally depressed again, because my only friends are online and all the girls I ever liked (in person) rejected me (online). still not over the last one from a few months ago. Tired and frustratred. afraid of being alone.
haven't done art for my own sake in ages, due to lack of motivation
art I have done--- for classes-- have not put up because I can't play the socializing game to make myself popular and get my art appreceated
no job, turning 26 next spring, still living with family-- want to move out, but have no idea where to go, or how to get 'there', es[pecially with no job and not that much money
I like the friends I have online, but it's not enough for me. I hate that I went through all of college and never made any real friends.
online friends, espcially the ones that barely actually know me (I prolly should have never gone onto facebook), the kind words.... donm't do much for me...
really low self-esteem
I feel terrible,. like a failure
haven't done art for my own sake in ages, due to lack of motivation
art I have done--- for classes-- have not put up because I can't play the socializing game to make myself popular and get my art appreceated
no job, turning 26 next spring, still living with family-- want to move out, but have no idea where to go, or how to get 'there', es[pecially with no job and not that much money
I like the friends I have online, but it's not enough for me. I hate that I went through all of college and never made any real friends.
online friends, espcially the ones that barely actually know me (I prolly should have never gone onto facebook), the kind words.... donm't do much for me...
really low self-esteem
I feel terrible,. like a failure
