Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Fallacy.


I JUST SAVED A MOTHER FUCKING PRINCESS.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR LIFE LATELY?

Monday, September 28, 2009

lehlehlehleh

im about to bid on a beyblade and a rc helicopter. you know, just for fun.
nah im actually gonna pay for these unlike the other items ive won.

lehlehlehleh.


this guy is not the best in the world.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

THUK LIFE.



1]5[0TH PSOT. LETS SEE IF WE CAN GET TO 200 BEFORE THIS WHOLE BLAGOSPHERE COLLIDES WITH FUCK NON TRENDINESS BEING.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

THIS FAD WILL NOT DIE.




I fucked this one up, so I'm going to recolour it later on.


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NORADACTA IFOWUKLD BE EPROUC,D.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

EQV HOODIES [FINAL]


OK LADS AND LADIES. HERE'S HOW IT'S GOING DOWN :

COST:
$50.

Yeah, I somehow approximated 15~20 below the actual cost.
Oh general maths, how you fail me so.
I'm guessing this has something to do with the fact that last hoodies cost excluded the crest on the front - of which may have pushed the cost to higher than 50.

NO PRICE DISCOUNT ON THE QUANTITY ORDERED.
For some magical reason or other, you will literally save a bit over TWO DOLLARS if 100 are ordered and not 50.
Fundamentally, that means we'll just end up making a larger profit for the more that are sold.

NO FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT, BITSH.
Tha's right motherfuckers, because nicknames are too cool FOR LIMITS.
Quote:

"
This is a (Should be 'There is no') certain limit on the number of characters but not too many as not to have the characters too small. Normal size of name is 51mm high.
You can go 75m high for an additional $0.80c + GST
"

I think the guy has bad English or something but I'm sure everyone would chip in to get SEVENTY FIVE METRE FONT.

***

The idea now would be:
  1. Get some sort of following to show the school that there is a collective want for them.
  2. Actually get Norris to allow the wearing of these by means of action #1.
  3. Collect specifics, order, sell/buy.
ALTERNATIVELY, if Norris doesn't comply:
  1. Boycott jerseys, wear hoodies anyway. FUCK THE SYSTEM.
  2. FIGHT.
  3. THE.
  4. POWER.

Friday, September 18, 2009

[EDIT] Hoodies - Esse Quam Videri.

ALL IMAGES ARE CONCEPTS.
Seeing as how I'm not incredibly sure how big the business can actually print.

2nd edit : actually, yeah, I'm going to contact them right now to make sure so people dont' bash me after I tell them it's not do-able.

Actual colours available from suppliers:
  • Light Pink,
  • White,
  • Navy,
  • Black,
  • Red,
  • Royal (Purple, I presume.),
  • Sport Grey,
  • Dark Chocolate,
  • Caroline Blue,
  • Irish Green.]
I chose the logical ones.


School colours - I can be bothered. Fuck them. If you don't know what school it is, fucking read the text. As if the animals weren't enough.

Text - Needs to be fixed. Doesn't actually curve properly.

School crest (front of hoodie, not pictured) - will most probably be a simplified black and white redesign of the original. If it were colour, it would take away from the absoluteness of the black and white colour scheme.

Colours (aftermath) - If it's all black and white, I estimate it would only be about 30 - 40 dollars.


EDIT ; ALSO:
ZIPS OR NO ZIPS.
I'd have to say zips beacuse it's like a hoodie without a zip fastener, but more convenient.
And apparently, 'zipper' isn't in the Aus English dictionary, because it's an American term, and the ENGLISH use 'Zip Fastener'. FUN FACT.


ALSO, CREST + I think we're going with navy, because girls were all 'fashion police' on colour mismatches with their uniform and whatnot.:


FINAL:

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Hoodies Repremand.


Potential redesigns in the draft forms.
Good idea? Or no?

Edit:
Fixed sizes of no.2:


Edit:
I think it might look better if the 10 was at the bottom, it would give some sort of spacing for the custom name?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

HOODIES. [FUCK]

IF THEY REALLY EXISTED AND WE ACTUALLY SOLD THEM... :

1. FIXED THE IMAGE.
(Pig got fat. Fixed its bridge which use to make its snout look longer. Feathers simplified)

2. CAN HAVE CUSTOM NAMES ON THEM.
(It'll cost you an extra ~$7 {Already included into the calculation below})

3. THEORETICALLY $45.
(That's like, half the cost of the official jerseys. BOYCOTT.)

Simplified:
Plain White zipped hoodie + Design print on the back + Custom name on the back + misc. tax/printing fees = ~ $45.
[Calculation based on the order of 50 hoodies (There's a minimum order of 25). If more than 100 were ordered, I'm guessing it would be something like $35.]

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Prawns

District 9 is a solidly great watch. I might place it higher than Cloverfield, but the ending was a bit... HURRRKKKKRAAAAAAAAARGH.

Yeah, that's perfectly legitimate cinematic critic language.

At least Cloverfield ended...WITH A BANG.
GOOD JOKE.

***

I'LL BE FIXING THE PIG YOU ANOREXIC-O-PHOBESHIT.
I was going to post the image of the proposed hoodies onto the ' '10 HAHS Jersey' group on Facebook because it was a good idea suggested by Genvin.
Now I'm just pussy shit because I don't want Katrina to be pissed at me if I steal her potential market.
I don't exactly know why, seeing as how the resulting implications would be... I don't know... Nil.


To make up for lack of posting



















Whats funny is that the video was from another video that was called 'My dad is not a DILF'

Monday, September 7, 2009

Smile to Cry.

Image.

I cbb uploading a thumb.
I saved the .psd after doing something irreversible.
Slightly fucking annoyed.

Childs play.


There should be a clone game of Hungry Hungry Hippos.

It would be called Stupid Stupid Juniors.

The aim of the game would be to spam your button to repeatedly bump into the senior as he walks across the playground.

Because as Hippos are hungry, juniors are UNCOORDINATED FUCKS.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Let's get this bitch earthquakin'.

In light of Bobs friends graph thing, here is a bar graph of my perception on the social working based on my own experiences.


MOVING ON! :
I didn't want to say it to their face because I was scared that I'd get slapped into oblivion (regardless of how I conditioned my face for slapping) but:

1.


2.
When you, a female, call a MALE partner and he say
"I'm busy."
It can mean 1 of 3 things :

1. He's actually fucking busy.
Believe it or not, males are actually human beings that have the wondrous ability to act independently of you. He could be at school trying to get a good UAI so you two can live happily ever after. He could be at work trying to save up for that fancy 2 year anniversary dinner. He could even be fucking scrap-booking for fucks sake, leave the man alone, they have hobbies too.

2. He's doing something he doesn't want you to know he's doing and most probably you called at a really inconvenient time.
This generally goes into watching porn, doing something illegal or if he's the adventurous type, in the middle of a cult ceremony he wants to induct you into later on.

3. He's cheating on you.
This should be in #2 but I had something else funnier in my head which the other side of my brain went "Haha, we should totally blog that." Then I forgot what it was. Fuck.

3.

I literally spent 5 hours staring at this image seeing how I could possibly incorporate these blasted colours into this design.
YEAH, YR12 HOODIES INSTEAD OF JERSEYS.
...

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Immaculate Cruxifiction.


I spy
with my third eye,
the fate of few,
the same crew,
the polarisation,
marginalisation,
access to poverty,
human manufactured reality.
Is our love only pain in Sin City?
People getting high on inequity.
Bankrupt frustrations in this global neighbourhood,
what's good is bad and what's bad is good.
Sometimes I feel like a sheep amongst the wolves.
Jungle rules, is the code of conduct -
No sitting on the fence,

you can be servin' to masses,
Who do you represent? :
The few?
Or the masses?
City of the Sinful (2:30) - Juno Reactor

I'm experimenting with colouring...and stuff. I don't know.
I might rework it later to make it looks as epic as it does in my head.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The end is here.

Benovolence.


You have no fucking idea how painful it was that I ruined this picture by 'making it better'. I'm not incredibly sure whether this version is the better that the other 2 versions it could have been made into.

// And now for some real blagging content, full of mystery, suspense, AND INTRIGUE!

If you read the last blag you would heard me mention something about a deeper and more emotional thing I was supposed to draw - I couldn't, so I might reschedule it. Though, it's based on something that happened last night, so I don't know if doing it later will dumb it down or not.

A quick summary of that event:
My dreams had melded with what was and what wasn't. I was awake, yet I dreamed on for a cause unknown to me or my fears. Half unconscious I writhed in the mellows of my mind unable to distinguish reality from the onslaught of my subconscious - but it was no monster, no fear to be done with, rather, it was a perfection of life. A false reality had been created in my favour. The lack of perception blinded me further as I chose to embrace the facade my mind had presented me. It showed me an alternate path in which another would intertwine with mine and together the cogs of the world would stop for just us two, the deprivation would seep away and fill the cracks, cowering from our magnificent presence. Our eyes would lock on one another and the outer frame would disappear into the void where the seekers kept on searching. She'd show me the ways of the turning of the world; the fear that moves us and the death that stops us. But no meaning was without connected minds. She saw the world as I did, but regardless of the ground we stood on, as long as out thoughts and spirits connected, the world would be insignificant.

- I could go on for fucking ages, but ... yeah. It's probably the same last couple of lines repeated over and over. That and just writing that type of stuff really irks me. Alot. But this is a recount so I fair game. -

Sharp pains in my body finally woke me, I opened my eyes and fell to a loss of this bettered reality. This perfection my subconscious seeks will only remain as a memory of something that could never exist.

TL;DR:
I had a dream where I had a girlfriend. Again. But this time I wasn't asleep, and the events and memories seemed real as severe fuck to the point I laid in bed for about an hour out of sheer disappointment.

My subconscious is one teasing FUCK. Maybe it's trying to remind me that I'm human. Or someone else is interjecting memories and thoughts into my head. Or it might be that whole past-lives-trying-to-redeem-themselves type thing that I've come to conclude sometime last year.
Or I could revert to the obvious and say that my brain is saying "Hey bubs, I'm lonely, do something about it, aight?"
FUCK YOU BRAIN.

Bleed Eternal.


I was trying to draw someone but failed miserably.

I was meaning to have at least started another image, but I can't get the drawings right. It's supposed to be deep and emotional and shit.
"DnM" is illogical BECAUSE THEY'RE MEANINGLESS AND I REFUSE TO CALL THEM THAT.