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Posted 11 months ago
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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You’ll have to excuse the long, sad-time rant over here, but I just learned that my favorite place in the world closed down. This little place meant so much to me. And I’m warning you if you’re lactose intolerant: it’s about to get incredibly cheesy. I’ve lost a friend. Seriously. That’s what it feels like. I started going here my freshman year of high school (‘05-‘06) and it was my little home away from home. I didn’t realize I could be so attached to a place but I’m clearly finding that out now.  Countless, life-changing, me-altering things happened there that I hope and pray I never forget. This is where my love for actual tea, and coffee, and nutella (back when I really liked it) and a certain kind of music, and a certain kind of girl, and a lot of other little bits and pieces of the person I am now, came into fruition. If there was a place that held the record for walls-that-I-laughed-the-most in, it would have been right there.  I’m going to miss every single detail about it. All those funky, mismatched mugs, fixtures and pieces of furniture, with all those funky, mismatched people on them. The lattes and the laptops, the books, the chess table, the newspapers, the smells, the sandwiches, the local baked goods, the sarcastic tip jar, the bulletin board, the squeeze bottle of simple syrup that never really settled, the banisters plastered with old pulp comic book pages, the “live, nude turtles” in the back area, in a bathtub, that beautiful waitress who I loved, the creepy tall guy, the twins that used to own it, the chalkboards, the art on the wall, and their silly little business card with a hastily doodled alien in a flying “saucer” on it — Damn it. I used to have so many of those. The last known place I had one of those cards, which might as well be a holy relic now, was in a french fry wallet that got incinerated If you’ve been following me long enough, a lot of this should sound familiar. I tore up my room about an hour ago, looking for an older wallet that might have one in it.  Can’t find any. But I remember it. It was a visual pun after-all. The way it looked inside when it was dark out is something I hope is burned into my memory. Around Christmas time? forget it. I don’t even want to think about it right now. Sure there was the mall, and the library, and so many other places. They mean a lot to me too, but they’ll also be around a lot longer. This was my Central Perk. This was my, wherever the power-rangers, and Saved by the bell kids hung out at. And there were even other cafes, but this place was something all together very different. This was my flying saucer. 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You’ll have to excuse the long, sad-time rant over here, but I just learned that my favorite place in the world closed down.

This little place meant so much to me. And I’m warning you if you’re lactose intolerant: it’s about to get incredibly cheesy.

I’ve lost a friend. Seriously. That’s what it feels like.

I started going here my freshman year of high school (‘05-‘06) and it was my little home away from home. I didn’t realize I could be so attached to a place but I’m clearly finding that out now. 

Countless, life-changing, me-altering things happened there that I hope and pray I never forget.

This is where my love for actual tea, and coffee, and nutella (back when I really liked it) and a certain kind of music, and a certain kind of girl, and a lot of other little bits and pieces of the person I am now, came into fruition. If there was a place that held the record for walls-that-I-laughed-the-most in, it would have been right there. 

I’m going to miss every single detail about it.

All those funky, mismatched mugs, fixtures and pieces of furniture, with all those funky, mismatched people on them.

The lattes and the laptops, the books, the chess table, the newspapers, the smells, the sandwiches, the local baked goods, the sarcastic tip jar, the bulletin board, the squeeze bottle of simple syrup that never really settled, the banisters plastered with old pulp comic book pages, the “live, nude turtles” in the back area, in a bathtub, that beautiful waitress who I loved, the creepy tall guy, the twins that used to own it, the chalkboards, the art on the wall, and their silly little business card with a hastily doodled alien in a flying “saucer” on it — Damn it. I used to have so many of those.

The last known place I had one of those cards, which might as well be a holy relic now, was in a french fry wallet that got incinerated If you’ve been following me long enough, a lot of this should sound familiar. I tore up my room about an hour ago, looking for an older wallet that might have one in it.  Can’t find any. But I remember it. It was a visual pun after-all.

The way it looked inside when it was dark out is something I hope is burned into my memory. Around Christmas time? forget it. I don’t even want to think about it right now.

Sure there was the mall, and the library, and so many other places. They mean a lot to me too, but they’ll also be around a lot longer. This was my Central Perk. This was my, wherever the power-rangers, and Saved by the bell kids hung out at. And there were even other cafes, but this place was something all together very different. This was my flying saucer. 

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Posted 1 year ago

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Bones.

I’ve got an assignment due tomorrow (today, technically) for my Art & Design workshop, and as usual I put it off until a few hours before I have to hand it in. I’m working on it right now. The project is entitled “It’s about time” and here are a few lines from the prompt:

 ”Any narrative is based upon the idea that objects, environments and circumstances all change as they exist through time. Time is a tricky thing to describe in visual terms, but artists have devised countless ways to do so over the centuries … for this project, you may use the spatial or temporal medium of your choice. You may work in a representational, abstract or non-objective mode.”

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Posted 1 year ago

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I wonder if there’s any correlation between the quality of my headphones and the quality of my work?

See, I only buy shitty headphones. They’re cheap. I like cheap.

Which I guess, in turn doesn’t allow me to completely appreciate the music I like. And in retrospect some of my best stuffs were made when I had better quality magic earplugs.

MAYBE all it would take to get me out of this seemingly endless hump of non-finishings and frustration is an investment in a better version of something I use pretty much every day. I know music isn’t a necessity in drawing, or whatever it is that I do, but I’ve conditioned myself to need it. 

Or not. 

This could just be me trying to make more expensive headphones seem reasonable and I’m just seriously messed up. That seems most likely. 

Either way, look at some stuff I did do whilst $7 plastic abominations hung from my ear. 

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Posted 1 year ago

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Right, so, to be honest I did not expect PUGNACIOUS to be considered for printing. But, I will say, FUCK 96 PEOPLE OUT THERE. SHIT. 96 ZEROES? YOU’RE A 0. A BIG FAT GOOSE-EGG, as Ms. Shea, my third grade teacher would say. I hope those 96 people all start to say something to their friends, something really important or funny, and they just forget it. Never remember it again. But, to those 50 beautiful fives? Ugh. Get a coupon for something nice. Like something really nice. Really though, out of 544 votes, an average of 1.97 is okay , considering what I expected. Especially since I never actually anticipated putting it on a shirt. It was just a doodle I did because I wanted to use those colors and draw a pug. No actual concept or cleverness about it. I was just feeling lucky and slapped it on a shirt. Unlike DRAKEULA, which I did specifically because I wanted it on a shirt. But you can’t use a celebrity’s likeness blah blah blah.  I still absolutely love threadless. I have for years, and actually, this mostly positive experience has made me semi-confident that if I actually thought of something, a cute/clever concept and executed it well, I might actually be able to get printed. Which would be a huge deal for me.  Thanks to all my cool friends who are the best, and rad internet people who gave me a good score and helped me get votes! The biggest of hugs goes to my home-slice with extra cheese Carlos (check out his stuff, you’ll be doing yourself a favor) who even mentioned me in a video :] Until next time, people who wear shirts!  PS It makes sense that virgins (No Sex) gave me the lowest scores. Stop scoring t-shirts and maybe you’ll get laid, I said to myself. 

Right, so, to be honest I did not expect PUGNACIOUS to be considered for printing. But, I will say, FUCK 96 PEOPLE OUT THERE. SHIT. 96 ZEROES? YOU’RE A 0. A BIG FAT GOOSE-EGG, as Ms. Shea, my third grade teacher would say. I hope those 96 people all start to say something to their friends, something really important or funny, and they just forget it. Never remember it again. 

But, to those 50 beautiful fives? Ugh. Get a coupon for something nice. Like something really nice.

Really though, out of 544 votes, an average of 1.97 is okay , considering what I expected. Especially since I never actually anticipated putting it on a shirt. It was just a doodle I did because I wanted to use those colors and draw a pug. No actual concept or cleverness about it. I was just feeling lucky and slapped it on a shirt. 

Unlike DRAKEULA, which I did specifically because I wanted it on a shirt. But you can’t use a celebrity’s likeness blah blah blah. 

I still absolutely love threadless. I have for years, and actually, this mostly positive experience has made me semi-confident that if I actually thought of something, a cute/clever concept and executed it well, I might actually be able to get printed. Which would be a huge deal for me. 

Thanks to all my cool friends who are the best, and rad internet people who gave me a good score and helped me get votes! The biggest of hugs goes to my home-slice with extra cheese Carlos (check out his stuff, you’ll be doing yourself a favor) who even mentioned me in a video :]

Until next time, people who wear shirts! 

PS It makes sense that virgins (No Sex) gave me the lowest scores. Stop scoring t-shirts and maybe you’ll get laid,

I said to myself. 

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Posted 2 years ago

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Why someone at TeeFury probably thinks I’m an idiot

Much earlier today, someone on reddit said that I should submit my most recent drawering* to TeeFury, because those people like Doctor Who etc. 

*yes, I spelled it like that on purpose, that’s how I pronounce it.

If my design were chosen, it would be incredible because:

  1. I think people would like it,
  2. the idea of people wearing something I drew is a new and fantastic thought that just occoured to me, and
  3. SOME MONEY WOULD BE NICE. 

I forgot that I had an account already, so I logged in and poking around ensued. There are an awful lot of really great Tees in the gallery. Some, greater than others in my opinion, but I felt the image still had a pretty good shot. 

So I fit the thing to their design paradigms (am I using that word correctly?) and sent it in. I THINK…

See, I have a problem with naming documents. If I modify an image, say: add color to it, I will probably change the title to something completely different, and more often than not, change the folder it’s in too. 

Here are some examples: 

If you were too look in the My documents folder in my computer, you would find the file: Hayley WIP  

And to find the version closest to finished:

you’d have to go to the My Pictures folder and look for Hayley Hair.

The same can be said for nearly everything I half-assedly pop out of this machine. Like the file: Ron B and W:

Literally located in Art Folder Blech. And his counterpart SWANSON in my Pictures

and my final example, PARTY DOWN WIP in My Documents

and the completed version: Color are we having fun yet

Inexplicably found in the folder where all of my webcam pictures go.

For this reason, I believe that I sent the original MS Paint document instead of the TeeFury ready file. All previous incarnations of it started with “Pixel Doc,” and are in my pictures, but the one I wanted to send, titled “11 Bit,” was (surprise) in my webcam folder. 

Oh, by the way, “11 bit” looks like this

and “Pixel Doc Finished” looks like this

I can’t wait to get that email. 

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Posted 2 years ago

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Dear followers,

Do any of you happen to be witches, wizards, genies, or any kind of magical beings? I will pay (my dad’s) good money to get my hands on some magic right now.

You see, internet persons, I have felt like an overworked pornography actress the last few days: Sick inside and my throat hurts. 

Here is some back story: 

One time, I was running to answer the phone and I slipped (tile floor, socks) and fell flat on my back, knocking the air out of me, and seriously hurting my back. 

And here is my hypothesis as to why I’m sick: 

I got home Friday morning at 2 AM-ish from watching Thor with a scratchy throat, blamed it on allergies, and thought nothing of it. The next day (Saturday, according to weekologist Rebecca Black) I saw Thor again, and got home late, again. Clearly I contracted a Thor-oat infection from an inhumane amount of butter and caffeine getting frisky with my tonsils.
And in a very non-acne-treatment move, I have not received my vaccine for MTP (movie theater polio) this year. 

It’s old hat for me to complain about being ill, but I’ve never asked for your help before. So, if you’ve got any of that good ol’ sexy magic, much like the end of a math test: I would like sum. 

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Posted 2 years ago

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  • [Continuing conversation]
  • David: Not much, I finally filed for unemployment today, but I have to complete my claim.
  • Me: How does Unemployment work?
  • David: It doesn't.

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