N Miles.

New Years image will come at Midnight... GMT-12. Yeah that's what you get, TIME ZONES.
(Also there appear to be either drum orientated Lebanese or South American's living in my streets that I didn't know about. They are playing native sounding drums.)

Oracle.

2011:
Planning on making a site for legitimacy reasons. I'm most probably going to just go with Wordpress as opposed to potentially simply migrating to Tumblr because it's just a tad retarded - actually my main gripe is that with the 'preview HTML changes' is actually hella slow. seriously, 20 seconds to simply change codes that a computer should be able to complete a million within a fraction of a second? Fuck off Tumblr.
You can find the ruins of what I was doing for the majority of the day here, at my aptly named, never to be used Tumblr.

On a related note pretty much every domain that involves "kuoke" are taken. I am genuinely out of ideas.
I actually might end up using hypocritcity.com and renaming the comic to something more suitable because the story changed upon fleshing it out. Or apathycity. All these words have lost their meaning now, I've been starting at them for hours.

NEED IDEAS.

mediocricity is also being used by some Youtube user. Do not want to associate. Seems like the only option though. Taken, apparently.

Helping hand

Balls. Gonna use this post to help get this blog past 1000 posts but to also announce new vlogs are coming out soon. Stay tuned.

Play How You Wanna Play.

Filler post.

I need something to fill 5 god damn post.

2 will probably have something to do with the New Years image I'm going to try and rush in one day - despite my usual tendencies to paint a certain amount, stand up, walk back a few steps and stare at it for hours on end (meaning it usually takes a solid while to finish) - or alternatively, bitching about how I couldn't do it.

If Buxton actually posts his vlog then that's 1 left - possibly a wildcard should I feel like making some post which will probably read like so : "Hahaha, New Years can eat my dick.".

Fo real.

Content.
So I don't know why, but for some reason as a child I never questioned how incredibly large Tsunomon's horn is.

I MEAN, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT??

RIGHT?

ACEYALONE WITH RJD2 ON THE BEATS:

The Last Day Of Christmas.

My Ivory And My Doves.

How long I've stayed inside:
Remember that time we walked to Jess T's house? I got sunburn on my neck from that mere hour.

My skin had almost recovered until today when my parents decided to kill every innocent insect in my house through fumigation, forcing us to kill two hours by going to that place where the final scene of Mission Impossible II was filmed.

It burns.

Christmas image coming up soon. For any of you arguing otherwise, we're still in the 12 Days of Christmas, so it's totally legitimate. Additionally, I'm going to try and rush a New Years one - potentially furry because if I do it twice in a row, it'd make it tradition. (Like wise, the Christmas one is semi-depressing.)

Hair Salon.

I went to lie down because I was frustrated. But then oh miraculous lord, I for some reason cannot lie down comfortably and induced my neck to start hurting.

So now I'm frustrated and my neck hurts because I am just so much of a failure that I am incapable of curling up and dying.

Also my brother finished the last ice cream as I was going down to get it.
I fucking hate you.

Another Bar Scene.

One of the scenes. 2 of the characters shown to be linked to each other somehow. Planning to put some sort of element of semi-unknowingly interlinked characters - possibly like LOST or the first episode of Modern Families. (There are more, I just can't think of them off the top of my head.)

Transmutation.

Also in this post, my ineptness to spell "cigarette".

Dusk Veil.

Smoke and smoking are a huge motif.

Endarkenment.

My perspective and foreshortening are horrendous. Especially when you put them together.

Buildings, skyscrapers, lots of them. Height/aspiration/flight. Think about it.

Skimmer.

HYPOCRIT CITY SKETCHES.
"Can't you post all of these images in the one post?"

"...No."

How else are we going to get to 1000 posts? Buxton? WHERE ARE YOUR V-LOGS BUXTON?

Aspiration through flight will be a major aspect. Also, steam-punk elements in the future (where steam powered machines are possible and are a novelty alternative to electricity, rather than being set in the 1400's) may or may not be included.

Smokey Lights.

(It's time for everyone's favourite game, "really-ambiguous-wip-that-won't-resemble-the-final-work-at-all-but-I'm-posting-it-anyway-as-if-the-transformation-process-is-something-spectacular".)

Friends

How to ignore people you no longer wish to be around

Upwards And Onwards.

HYPOCRIT CITY.

Concept art, coming up soon, potentially - if I can actually turn this incoherent ideas into actual words.
This is the one where I said it would basically be like Seinfeld, if all the characters had some sort of mental or social deficiency.

Originally going to be called Hypocricity - but now I think that sounds stupid so you.

Also, Jess T is following for some reason.

Moon Fire.

Great Justice.

Final image will be up at most probably midnight to celebrate Xmas. Because this has anything to do with Christmas at all.

Godzilla Final Wars on tonight, SBS2 11:45. It's the one where they pit Godzilla against Zilla (American Godzilla) in Sydney and he gets his ass handed to him in literally 5 seconds.

Distaste And Mistrust.

No time lapse because I thought I was experimenting. Not how I wanted it turn out, but eh.

EDIT 24TH, FIXED THE CHEEK.

Moon Rider.

Concept that landed me the job.
Dannis's one up next.

Down To The Cubicle.

I'll just leave this here. Until the last image, WIP's of the final image, including Dannis's rendition of the piece.

Book Of The Year.

Yearbooks in a nutshell:
Really? Why ask me for vectors when your printers are reminiscent of 2 bit printers FROM THE SEVENTIES. This is in reference to the covers - if you have a soft cover (and saved yourself 10 dollars on the horrendous thing) you can see every god damn pixel.
I haven't looked into it further than that - other than them actually covering the main aspects of my contribution (Year 8 and 12 backgrounds), leaving only the negative space to be shown - which if you're not a dumbass, IS WHAT ILLOGICALLY NONSENSICAL.
Seriously, I would never use Rockstar Memoirs ever in my life.

On a related note, not sure if this would offend anyone, namely Bob, but TCO - the portfolio page made me cringe just that little bit harder. I mean, the coding's fine, but unless you're aiming to do a text based adventure motif for a Zork or MUD fan site, you really really need some sort of design direction. I've seen 15 year olds with better design concepts that that. Seriously.

There are so many design studios which just seem to missing the boat but somehow, because there are those 40 something year old business people who don't know dick about the wide fantastical world that is the internet, they seem to be doing alright in terms of getting stupid clients.

A website shouldn't be a gallery or a museum, it should be like a party where the visitor doesn't get bored instantly because there's nothing to do. And whoosh, there's your daily dose of internet web design advice which I picked up from somewhere prestigious and well versed.

If you haven't seen this already and want some sort of comparison, I would imagine 2Advanced to have the best designed website in the world, because it's actually what the business does. Really, I wouldn't trust a website designer if their website was shit, hands down.
Although I'm disappointed they haven't updated their site in over 3 years.

A Little Something Like This.

Dear Humble Indie Bundle customer, I would just like to personally thank you for your support in making the Humble Indie Bundle #2 even more successful than the first one. As thanks, I have added the Humble Indie Bundle #1 into your bundle.  If you go to your personal download page, you will find the following games waiting for you:


  - World of Goo (now a top seller on the iPad)
  - Aquaria
  - Gish
  - Lugaru HD
  - Penumbra Overture
  - Samorost 2


Happy holidays!  They're (mostly) redeemable on Steam too, if you would like to link them to your account.
If this kind of thing makes you happy, please feel free to add a little more to your Humble Bundle purchase (you can help bring up the average on your download page) and keep spreading the word!


Sincerely,
Jeffrey Rosen
Humble Bundle

Just received. Made my god damn Christmas. Thank fuck. Irony being that I actually have to download the games when I trying to ration usage.

Do You Want More.

I really need to finish this. It'll probably be in the same vein as those line heavy, watery colour hipster images. I was going to do style mimicry for a while, but I really yeah no.

Turn My Back.

This guy has 13k+ post, he speaks the truth. Seriously though, I thought it was pretty funny.


I think I've posted 3 Staind songs but in my defence they're really good, so case closed.

Try With Tired Eyes.

Upcoming events:
On Christmas, I will be posting epic image that can only be described as "Tauren druid shooting moonfire at off screen enemy whilst riding a kodo armoured fire breathing Growlithe leaping over a sea of enemies burning furiously".

Me raging at not being able to get to 1k post.

More rage.

And realising after all this time that it was my fault.

Stalking The Moves.

Header is really really bad and distracting. OH WELL. If you have a screen res larger than mine, then go fuck yourself. I'm looking at you Buxton.

ALSO PINK, HURRAH. It was going to be purple/violet, but it doesn't go well with grey.

Scott's Great.

I want to own a time machine, preferably like the Delorean in Back To The Future, then tell someone I'm attending their party.
Then I'd deliberately use the time machine to arrive an hour late.
It'd be all like "You own a time machine, how you possibly be late?".

I know this is all unrealistic and shit but yeah.




I mean, me attending a party?

HAH HAH HAH.

HILARIOUS.

You've just been Punk'd

WHAT THE FUCK. WHY IS JUSTIN BIEBER GOING TO BE THE NEW HOST FOR PUNK'D. WHAT THE FUCK. ...UNLESS WE'RE BEING PUNK'D...

SOURCE

Tron: Pr0n

I'll Take You Far Away.

From previously mentioned album, "The Illusion of Progress" by Staind.

Actually reminds me alot of With My Mind by Cold.

Blame Like Me.

I applied for a commission on dA for a price. Person said it might be out of their budget.

I can't really tell you the details, because it's super secret and shit, but it involves Warcraft, Pokemon and 10cc's of epicness. Anyway, the commission is to draw this as a Xmas present to her friend.

I told her I'd lower the price by 10$ because it was Xmas.
(The price is actually still pretty high and now I feel like a dick. I can't lower it BECAUSE THAT WOULD MAKE ME LOOK WEAK.)

Although, she needs it by Xmas, and I might have overshot my abilities because it seems far too epic to be completed in such a small time frame.

On a side note I made 30$ this morning, for a TRACE job. God.

Dreams I Live Through.

I want to wear huge 1/2 face covering goggles instead of glasses. If any of you wear glasses, you know how really fucking annoying they are. Seriously, if we were invaded by Japanese air bombers like in WWII (y'know, because it's likely to happen) it'd be strenuously difficult to look up because the frames basically limit your abilities - so logically, I'd rather wear a visor type deal because for one, it would be practical, and two, if I became famous enough to get away with fashion disasters, I'd wear it as a signature item and possibly to conceal my identity.
Not because of the identity really, but I think that if I had some status, wouldn't it be more awesome if an anonymous being made the art as opposed to some regular everyday human? I'd think so. Also an alternate leather half coat. I posted a design ages ago for it. I'd basically be a superhero. Without the super. ...Or the hero.

Gets You Anywhere.

My mother told me that my pathetic uncle which I mentioned in ancient blog post (went to Vietnam, married a teenager 20 years younger than him, had a baby, lives in someone elses garage with said family, teenage wife gets into gambling debt with Cabramatta gangsters, wife pleads for money from husband, wife divorces husband leaving him with the kid in a garage) has asked my father if he could move in to our house because he is basically dead.

Lets put it this way. My family is struggling with paying for shit right now. The last thing we need is a second, older version of my brother to further burden our economical situation.

Related note:
I DON'T HELP PEOPLE IN NEED. THAT IS A PATHETIC NOTION. I HELP PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT.

Adventure To Be Had.

I'll be calling in the heavy artillery for this mission. And by that I mean, I might force Buxton to post something, namely the 2nd set of "Hall of Famers" for the HSC.

Why would I want to get to 1000 post? Hey, maybe I want to delete the blog after that, maybe not, BUT SURPRISES WILL BE HAD. Just like 500 post. Remember how eventful that was?
(I'm not even sure if it was 500, but the one where I said I'd change the layout, but never did.)

Upwards.

Trying to get to 1000 post by the end of the year. So here's a joke that I thought was witty when it happened. The I thought it was stupid.

I was late for my employment interview at Centrelink. I told them I had no sense of direction.

TRUE STORY. (Actually not joking, this happened. Except for the punch line, they would've placed me as a comedian if I whipped that one out.)

Just so you know, I got off at Bankstown station, there are about 8 different roads you can go down. I fucking shit you not, I spent 1 hour going down the incorrect 7 before a taxi driver told me it was the one I didn't go down.

The Grass Is Green Because Of The Dye.

Cont' from last post. Getting back into all the old bands I used to listen to because I feel like being a little pathetic emotional 13 year old again.

Although The Illusion of Progress by Staind is undoubtedly pretty good regardless.

I think happiness is not worth trying for. Once you put all that effort into obtaining it, I feel that on the basis of weighted logic, 1 second of happiness is not worth the >1 second you spent trying to get it - so I don't bother.
I can only assume happiness is some sort of priority in 99.99% of peoples lives, and not giving a damn made me think "Ho hum, I wonder what I really want right now."
It must be a toss up between becoming 'money/fame successful' PURELY and ONLY so I can publicly name and shame everyone that has told me I'd never amount to nothing. (Basically everyone I've ever come in contact with in the last 18 years). OR being a fairly famous artist PURELY and ONLY so I can fuck shit up and get away with it.

On a related note, universal collective acknowledgement from the masses is a pathetic goal. How petty must you be to deem your success on the opinions of others.

In the absence of this pursuit for happiness I can only exist. No reason to live, no reason to die. Quite the puzzle. I wish Professor Layton would help me with this or at least give me fashion advice. He is a dashingly well dressed gentleman.

Hum. What to do. The only problems people have are the ones they inflict upon themselves. There is no possible way that an external force can give you a problem because it's your perception of the situation which deems it to be a problem. I suffer the sin of apathy so yeah, really I don't give a shit about anything or anyone so as a result, I have no problems. The only problem with that (hypocrisy) is that there's not much to do. It's boring here. I am very bored. Am I supposed to endure this shit for the next 60 years.

And don't ask me to make my own happiness because it is stupid and I don't know what is enjoyable any more. I don't enjoy the conventional - or being around people, so that pretty much cancels out the majority of things. Knowledge is pointless to me; Science is stupid and unnecessary; the Arts is just plain stupid; Travelling the world - bad things happen to be when I leave home, so no.
Can't think of anything that induces happiness in me honestly. Must investigate further.
(Entertainment, accomplishment don't count, because really.)

I recall my possibly mentioning of this before but it's still at in the same position.
"Good points about myself". Some sort of psychological exercise I either imagined or made up. Either way, if I had a stat polygon (general RPG games have these, where you distribute stat points) I'd probably have a value of 0 in every stat. Now if you're gonna say I'm self-depreciating - well I'm not gonna lie, I am, but regardless, at this point of time, I'm speaking truth. Weak, stupid, lack of emotion, fugly, social ineptness - what is there, I have nothing to offer. Art skills? Really useless, lets be honest.

Fuck me, it's Saturday. I thought GMA or NBC Early News would've been on.

Houses don't seem like a logical thing. I think I might just roam around like a bum and bring an artbook with me. Seems like the best plan right now. Especially with all those people pestering me about going to university. Let me iterate this in size 250% text:
UNIVERSITY CAN SUCK MY DICK. IT IS STUPID. ART LECTURERS/TEACHERS ARE FAILED ARTIST. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE TAUGHT BY A FAILURE. IT IS MORE ILLOGICAL THAN DICK FUCKING.

Narrowly Alone.

WHOAAAAH, I'M LOVIN', BUT I'M FEELING LIKE SHIT! -

AND I'D NEVER LEAVE YOU TO THAT--

NEVEER LEEEAAVE YOU DYING ALONE.

Even now with my hatred for you...

and everything that you put us through.

Still I'd never leave you aaaaaall alone.

HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME LYING LIKE THAT

WHEN I'M FALLING AWAAA-A-AY.

YOU LEAVE ME LYYYING

WHEN YOU KNOW THAT

THEEESE ARE MY DYING DAAAAAAA-AA-AA-AAYS.

Crossfade - Falling Away.

Wow this album came out ages ago. I only had their first album for the last 5-6 years and I had forgotten about them until last week.Also I hate you 1 point perspective leaping animal.

Pride.

Antidote.

Humble Indie Bundle #2:
Buy 5 awesome games at a price of your choosing - the revenue goes to either the developers, the EFF, Child's Play (Charity) or to the organisers - you can even choose how much goes to who.

Games include:
Braid, Osmos, Cortex Command, Machinarium, Revenge of the Titans.
Totalbiscuit's review. (Hour long)

LIMITED TIME ONLY.

I should have given more but I am strapped like lesbians.

Also, remember that time I said I'd stop drawing digitally for a month?
I have commitment issues.

HSC 2010: Hall of Fame

These people deserved to be recognised for their achievements in the HSC of 2010:

Gay, William George	Kinross Wolaroi School	15200
Gayed, Kitty Linda	Meriden School	15140, 15240, 15250
Gayed, Monica	St Mark's Coptic Orthodox College	15240, 15250
Gaynor, Stanley John	St Ignatius' College	15370

Cumming, Christina Jayne	Albury High School	15030, 15320
Cumming, Greta Jean	Barker College	15030, 15140, 15160, 15170, 15190, 15400
Cumming, James Michael	Northern Beaches Secondary College Manly Campus	15020
Cumming, John	St Joseph's College	15020
Cumming, Miranda Kate	Trinity Catholic College Goulburn	15230, 15320, 15380
Cumming, Sarah Patricia	SCEGGS Darlinghurst	15020, 15140, 15160, 15270, 15700
Cummings, Isobel	St Philip's Christian College - Waratah	15370, 16945
Cummings, Joshua Ray	Callaghan College Jesmond Campus	15210, 15340
Cummings, Lauren	The Riverina Anglican College	15180, 15230
Cummins, Kristy Lee	Crookwell High School	15230
Cummins, Sean Peter	De La Salle College, Cronulla	15040, 15240, 15370
Cummins, Stephanie	St Ursula's College	15320, 15370, 15400

Cox, Anna	Kambala	15210, 15230, 15320
Cox, Catherine	MacKillop Senior College	26599
Cox, Eka Peng	Baulkham Hills High School	15140, 15160
Cox, Eleanor	Chevalier College Bowral	15320
Cox, Eliza Grace	Pymble Ladies' College	15140
Cox, Emily Clare	Newcastle High School	15060, 15080
Cox, Joel	Oakhill College Castle Hill	15020, 15230
Cox, Kathryn Elizabeth	Castle Hill High School	15220, 15320
Cox, Taylor	Girraween High School	15290

Addition.

In relation to the last post, I'm going to stop digital painting and shit for the next month - or more if I still suck giant fucking cock fuck. I can only assume that I'm not going to be posting much in that period of repeatedly stabbing my hands until I get better.

So yeah, bye.

Ghost Righter.

The sky is falling.

Again.

I thought this time I'd be the one bearing the hell bringer.

Turns out I was wrong.

Again and always.

There is only downhill from here.

I will send postcards from the crash site.

Plaid.

Lintire's "Contemplation".

Art trade. Original here.

Phileas.

Dr Phil, right now:

Situation: Family complains about how their lives are horrifically affected by their daughter who has bipolar disorder.

Actual situation: A bunch of pussies playing victim when it's their daughter that has the god damn mental disorder - complaining about "hnhnghg she yells at us occasionally and we get upset, hngngh".

HARDEN THE FUCK UP YOU DICKWEEDS.

Red Overtones.

WIP for "There is no love here (and there is no pain)". (lyrics from "Everyday is exactly the same")
The awkward outfit is from that faint idea I had a while ago, about a super villain called "The Heartbreaker". I imagined him to be one of those villains that seemingly has the most homosexual appearance, presence and name, but when he decides to fuck shit up, blood and gore cover the ceiling because he is just that devastatingly evil.
I assume the blood might come from the literal meaning of "heart breaker".

Side notes:
Entered a contest which I think no one actually entered. The prize is 50$ + future jobs + site affiliation. Hell, even if I come 2nd-5th I get site affiliation which is nice. When I pm'ed the guy, he said it was his favourite so far. Huzzah.

Bought another month's sub of WoW despite being capped for another week. I figured and calculated that it's really only 3$ that I'm 'wasting'. I can still go on and shit, but only when my brother isn't reading his fucking homo manga erotica and loading his god damn shitty anime. I can only conclude that every man in Japan has to wear ear plugs at all time to avoid their ears from bleeding profusely.

I only realised there was a 'run' button in Super Meatboy in the middle of world 3. Meaning I basically played 50 levels handicapped. I almost got a blister on the side of my finger which rests on the back of the controller because I grip way too hard when shit gets intense - which is the entire fucking game - if you're not a pussy gamer then go buy it. Maybe I'm just saying that to frustrate more people in the world.

Going to try and do more detailed/conceptual stuff from here on in because for the last couple of months I've been doing colour - which I'm pretty sure I've gotten down pat. Going to try and imitate modern western comic styles and blending it slightly with speed paint conceptual works - it'll look like shit at the end of the day.

DAAAA NANANANA.

DA NAA NANA NAAAAA ANANNANANAN DANANA.

SITTING ON MY THRONE UP IN THE SKY,
YOU BETTER WATCH OUT GUY!
ANYONE WHO COMES THIS WAY WILL DIE.

NO ONE IN THIS WORLD CAN UNDERSTAND
WHO I AM...
THAT IS WHY I'M MY OWN BIGGEST FAN.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BUILT THIS WAY??
WITH ONLY THE POWER TO PUSH OTHERS AAAWAY.

DEWWWW

DAANANANANA NAAAAAA NANANA DANANNA.

INSECTS CRAWL BELOW, THEY DO NOT KNOW,
MY ANGER GROWS!
I'LL RETURN IN FULL EVERYTHING THAT THEY'RE OWED.

LIVES ON THIS EARTH I GROW TIRED OF
DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!
THE ANNIHILATION OF EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND LOVE!!!!

DANANNA NAN NA NA NNA ANAAAAAAA ANAN AN NNANANANANA DAAA NANAN NANAN ANAAAAAA NANANANDDNADNANDANDANDA NANANAAA NANA NAAAAANANAN ADNDANDANDAAAAAAAAAAANANAN ANANDNDNDNDDNDNADNANDANDANDNADNANDNAN.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BUILT THIS WAY???
WITH ONLY THE POWERT TO PUSH OTHERS AAAAWAY.

DAAAAN ANANANNDANNA NA DANANAN DNANAN NAAAAAAA NANANAN ANANNA NANANA.

DNDNDNDNDNDND...

Up, in the sky.
Ten miles high.
A man stands above the city... he will destroy.
Built from air plane parts, his propeller spins as he thinks to himself:
"I will destroy these people"

I WILL FLY HIGH ABOVE MONSTEROPOLIS...

"Well if I can't walk among them..."
AND I'LL RAIN TERROR DOWN ON THE GENERAL POPULACE.
"Then I will walk the world alone."

I WILL FLY HIGH ABOVE MONSTEROPOLIS...

"There'll be a fire in the sky..."

AND I'LL RAIN TERROR DOWN ON THE GENERAL POPULACE.

"AND YOUR DOOM WILL RAIN DOOOWNN!!"

 I WILL FLY HIGH ABOVE MONSTEROPOLIS...

"BUILT FROM PIECES OF SR 71'S!"
AND I'LL RAIN TERROR DOWN ON THE GENERAL POPULACE.
"AND PLANES THAT CRASHED IN WORLD WAR 2!"

I WILL FLY HIGH ABOVE MONSTEROPOLIS...

"THERE'LL BE A TOMBSTONE WITH 'THE PLANET EARTH' ENGRAVED ON IT!!!"
AND I'LL RAIN TERROR DOWWWWWWWWWWWWN!!!!!!!!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BUILT THIS WAY??
WITH ONLY THE POWER TO PUSH OTHERS AAAWAY.
YOU'VE A HEAVY LOAD TO BEAR, DO YOU THINK YOU CAN CARRY IT?
I'LL USHER IN THE END ON MY THUNDER CHARIOT.

DEW NNANNA DA ANANANA.

Vamoose.

I bought Super Meatboy which means I actually have some sort of use for my gamepad and doubly so, my thumbs haven't hurt this bad since my hadouken spamming days of Street Fighter 2.

15USD on Steam. Might be worth buying if you're into dying thousands and thousands of times.

Drake.

Logs.

What do I do when I capped? Well it's been so long since I've been capped I don't even know anymore.

I started another Minecraft world because I actually hadn't played the Halloween update.
Quoc's log: I ended up making a long tunnel through a mountain. I was pretty satisfied when I got to the other side. Now to make a glass ceiling. I still haven't found any iron yet.Creeper crept up on me today as I was punching wood with a feather. Luckily I was right next to my spawn point. Chinese food again. Didn't like. End of Quoc's log.

Another downside of being capped is that Totalbiscuit did a playthrough on Meatboy. HNGHGODDAMMIT. I won't be able to watch it until the 12th at 10pm which is exactly when I uncap. The upside however is that I'm actually forced to draw. On that note, "Drake" coming up next post, as soon as the video finishes rending and is uploaded - which will probably take hours. BLASTED INTERNET.

I called Centrelink today about study details, which are basically non-existent, so I have to head over to their evil lair to sign a contract for some reason to officially become a 'job seeker'. I wish the actual status was as cool as the title sounded. Apparently it's the same thing as Youth Allowance, but they pester you every month to actually get a job. How would I know this? My brother's been on it for 2 years. BA DUM PSH.

Vincent pretty much already compiled a list of parts should I get a new computer. But now I'm thinking - should I get a second monitor so that I actually have 2 computers? Because this one ain't broke or nuffin', it's just slow for my standards, BECAUSE I LIVE FAST JUST TO DIE SLOW and I would really like to paint at full resolution 18x12" posters as opposed to 13.5x9" - of which, if I ever printed might be a bit shoddy. (Flyaway machine was way less, and it seemed to turn out alright...)

I've pretty much gotten an image for the redux of "Heaven where I stand", but I've been meaning to do a series of images for "I'm the conversation, you're the game" but I started when I was unable to draw (Smortscast 2 day) and that basically ruined it for me.
I know no one gives a flaming shit, but here's a list of songs I want to draw upon (HAR PUN.)
Zero 7 - Pop Art Blue. ("I was too busy staring at you")
Nine Inch Nails - Every Day Is Exactly The Same. ("There is no love here and there is no pain" / "I think I used to have a purpose... Then again, that might have been a dream" / "I believe I can see the future" [Basically the entire song])
Couple of songs from Linkin Park's Reanimation album.
More I can't remember.

"Drake" time lapse is uploading now, so now I will go dream about horrible, horrible things.

Small Cannon.

WIP.

Veil.

Whorendus.

I'm going to try an get a post a minute for the next hour on dA and Newgrounds because I feel like I've been raped repeatedly by a family of elephants where the dad occasionally slips his dick into his sons ass.

Edit:
I managed about 20-30 posts. I am a failure.

Blinders.

Hoh shit son, it's December and I didn't even know it. We're moving forward so fast!

INSTANT SEGUE.

Another thing I really hate about the general populace, is that everyone has this unfathomable desire to move forward.

Here's what I ask, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?

Has anyone really stopped for a second and thought to themselves, "Why the fuck would I want to move forward when I'm actually really stupid and don't know where I am right now?". Fact of the matter is, it seems that society seems to be wearing this cone on their face with a pinhole at its end, allowing them to see that there is a light directly in front of them. PROBLEM ARISES because they can only see the light as being in front of them, so like blinded horses, they run only forward. They don't even stop to think that maybe if they remove this cone, maybe everywhere is filled with light and the perception of being able to move forward is only in their minds.

This entire concept can be birthed from the incredibly well known, but not utilised fact that resources are finite, while humans wants aren't. All that people see now is what could possibly be held in the future, fuelled purely by this undying and evermore growing pool of wants and more wants. Idealistically, the 'moving forward' aspect is measured by the quality of life of the time, but the only reason people think that the present is bad is because their expectant minds are in belief that the future may hold a better quality of life.

But why would you want a better one? Why are humans devoting so much resources to something so futile - namely, every one's going to die - is it just the sheer and pathetic fear of dying and suffering? Because son, those are the 2 things in life you will not go without.

I dream of a world where society idly sits and watches the clouds, doing what ever the hell it wants, rather than the current world where everyone has meaninglessly pathetic wants and because of this, people are there to provide services to these shitty request and the world delves itself into pure and utter business. Everything's a business nowadays. Maybe if every individual on this planet realised how insignificant they and their wants are, the world can finally find some sort of peace.

But hey, I said 'dream' for a reason. Long story short, everybody is insignificant and their wants are more stupider than their faces.

Indited.

Hey guise, to all those douche bag mother fuckers who actually like that line, or hell, 'liked' that Facebook group titled "You have enemies? Good, that means you stood up for something - Eminem", FUCK YOUR FACE. If you stopped being such a fuckwit, you might actually realise that that line is actually a quote from Winston Churchill.

Now I'm not saying at all it's Eminem's fault, it's just a bunch of dumbasses on Facebook, or rather, the entire planet who attribute an awesome quote to someone who borrowed it without knowledge of its origins. SERIOUSLY, fuck your face. HNGH ANGER AND RAGE, THUNDER HEED MY CALL.

On a related note, something I only realised a month or two ago, which also, I'm not sure if I'm slow or not, but Eminem's initials are M&M (Marshal Mathers.) And all this time I thought he named himself after a candy. Hurdur.

Back to point one, the world is full of dumbasses. At this point you and I both know I'm recycling content of this blog for the sake of posts, but hey, I've covered pretty much everything except for aliens and abortions.
Forget survival of the fittest, if anything, it should be survival of people who aren't dumb whiny bitches that don't do jack all to society. If anything, they're dragging the entire population down and like the survival of the fittest, they should be culled - but I'm assuming medicine intervened with it's large veiny cock waggling about and protested "I AM MEDICINE AND I AM FALSELY INDITING MYSELF AS THE SAVIOUR OF EARTH WHEN REALLY ALL I'M DOING IS KILLING IT FASTER."

All these bitches in lab coats saying medicine is only beginning - WHAT, I don't want to be alive at 200. Imagine what a soggy piece of shit you'd be. If people at 80 are basically wasting space and wasting their already expired life in a wheelchair by a window in the pensioners home, then why are they EVEN THERE. If we got rid of all the damn old people homes, we could have sooo many more strip joints and whore houses - because when you put it to a vote, you can always rely of the delinquents of the world to vote whores over old people ANY DAY - because they are simply minded FOOLS.

So yesterdays after Smortscast, my father is all like, "Were there any bitches up in this joint?" and obviously being the civilised and straight edge fucker I am, I raged at him about the cause of "What the fuck does it matter? Are you so simple and oafish that the only thing you can think your son can achieve in life is to stick his genitalia in to anothers genitalia?"

I AM ENRAGED BY ALL THE PATHETIC PEOPLE AROUND ME YET I AM MORE PATHETIC THAN ANY OF THEM. RAGE RAGE RAGE.

Uppity.

I am so capped, I can't even connect to patch WoW, so expect daily blogs from me. Try to keep up.

Starting with things I put asterisks next to in this blog.

List of priorities.

1. I need a job.
   Hell, what even happened to all those many people who said they'd hire me post-hsc? They seemed to have vanished faster than the grime in dishwasher commercials.
   I even offered to draw FOR FREE. No biters. Though one person gave me 42 dA points out of pity - that's about 5 cents.
2. I can't really think of anything. Maybe money, but that's related to number 1.
3. A new computer?
   My mother said she'd loan me 1k for a new comp, but I'm thinking it might be a waste because really, tools =\= skill. I'm thinking it might improve output rate or perhaps even efficiency, but yeah...
4. Can't think of anything.

The problem, I imagine is having to whore yourself out. I've said this before, but posting around dA pretending to be some uppity opinionated outspoken douche bag isn't exactly the the trade off for getting jobs, though that seems to be the only real way to get them. GOD. I need some sort of advertising scheme that involves minimal effort. There are a bunch of silent artists I know of that don't participate at all in the community but have an onslaught of followers. HOW. It probably has something to do with the fact that their abilities are godlike - y'know, possibly because of that - but there are so much untalented whores on dA getting jobs and just like the real world, it comes down to the fact that there are horny mother fuckers willing to get down with aids because they are simply walking red lit streets. FUCK. WHORES.

I mentioned before that I'm actually offering to draw for free on the dA boards, but really, look at the replies column on that sub forum. If you didn't' click, it's basically a list of 0's, meaning that place is deader than fuck.

HUM WHAT TO DO.

I wouldn't want to sound up myself in saying that I don't think that I'm so incredibly bad at art, thus being the reason I'm getting jobs, namely because the previously mentioned whores are a lot more worse than I am. By no means am I any where even close to the top tiers, maybe middle tier if I'm lucky, but dicks and whores, fuck these bitches.

All in all : Cockfest.

Here's a WIP:

After this I might redo Mallard because it's not exactly how I wanted it to turn out. Hell I even said it back then. Also, it somehow managed to get quite a bit of ad revenue, the highest actually, now that I look at it, disregarding Fiend Keeper, which was won an award, front paged and mentioned by Tom Fulp himself.

MORE TOMORROW.

Sully.

Remember that time I said I'd stop posting art and random ass shit?

I lied.

To answer Buxton's question of my blogging whereabouts, you may attribute it to WoW, or perhaps the actual fact of me not knowing what the fuck to blog about. Even with those asterisk's, I have no opinion on anything because I am neutral to EVERYTHING. All in all, it usually ends up in some winding mess of wad'd dick and balls that genuinely makes no sense to anything in the existence of the world at hand.

So here you go, have some art. DRAW IN PURE ARTISTIC BLOCK AND RAGE BECAUSE TODAY WAS A HORRIBLE DAY. FUCK.
(Note, not related to Smortscast. If anything it's the fact that after everyone left, I realised that I actually had a quota on my net, AND it's even slower than it should be AND today was the day I was going to get my Venomhide Ravasaur AND I get dc'ed in less than a minute after log in AND my computer is starting to die AND I'M GOING TO BE CAPPED UNTIL AFTER CATACLYSM COMES OUT. GOD DAMMIT.)

Sports.

I think I have Jess T's beret.

Someone pass on the message.

I also still have Genvins keys.
Also about the Shove It money, split it however you want, I don't really care any more. If you're going to do maths with it, I think I had $210 - 230.

Where's Quoc?

Since Quoc hasn't been posting I think I should step up and post shit myself. So here goes, this is me a few days ago:



...Even though I'm still 17.

Salvador.

If you've read previous blogs, you know I have a problem with the art world, so in this post, I'm basically going to jot the entire thing down so I can refer people to it later. It should be noted that this will basically be a rewrite of my 25 mark essay for the Art HSC.

Art died after modernism. Reason being, that everything up before modernism was a representation of visual life. Modernism was brought about after the invention of the camera forced artists to question "what is art?". Everything prior, in case you were wondering was basically the renaissance era with romanticism and neo-classicism and whatnot. Modernism is basically all that hoodoo people seem to think is bizarre looking, but don't question its intent. (Picasso, Monet, Dali.)

POST MODERNISM HOWEVER, is that nonsensical array of colours people seem to unrelated to the art world simply because they don't understand it.

The problem I see with the logic of this is that pre-modern works dealt with what you could see. Modernist works dealt with what you could experience and feel. Post-modernism basically ran out of places to hide and rather than finding a nice gutter to sit in, decided to flash its hairy balls upon the world. Fuck.

The general thing I'm trying to say is that people are trying to create art for a world that died a long time ago, and has for a long, LONG time needed a new meaning because for the last 4 decades, it's basically been the newer generations trying to beat a dead horse -- no, a dead, zombie horse.

Cultural significance would be a key part of the core definition, as really, art is simply a place holder or a historical identifier of a time period, but to think that todays art could compare as importantly to the world like Caravaggio's religious works in a heavily Catholic Sicily would be stupid and nonsensical.

Hooray, art jokes no one will actually get.

Analogue.

Layout is being redone, as you probably could tell. If you came here during that, you'll know I almost fucked it up for about 2 hours yesterday I believe - I've lost track of time.

I was clearing out my room which started a week ago, now it's stuck in limbo with basically everything everywhere. I came across all that junk I've hoarded over the years and was tempted to do a really really bad nostalgia trip blog with images and such, but yea--no.

I will give some honourable mentions though:

2004 or 2005? - The mirror from the light reflecting device? stolen from the science labs by I would only assume Lawrence, which I later broke on the train in my defiance against the laws of luck. Hah, funny how that worked out.

2004 or 2005? - The tic-tac-toe board from Galaxy world. Obtained by each member of the - for some reason I think we called temporarily called ourselves - the Gay 5 (Myself, Dannis, Kevin T, Mala, Katrina). And on that note, 2 old school Galaxy world tokens before they went all small and everything.

2005 - The stick - literal fallen branch from a tree - I got on my birthday signed by Mr. Genvin, Stephen, Katie, Katrina, Blosia, Xinh and a couple more who didn't put their names down.

2009 - Green Lantern happy meal toy from Blosia which I still don't know why I even.

And basically every train ticket and receipt and miscellaneous paraphernalia from every outing since year 2005.

Also Genvin, I have yours or your sisters keys. What do?

=== Quarters & Pence. ===

Equal signs in the title means something's going down.

(Just quickly, as the last gasp of air from this now dead blogging style, I'm trying to log on WoW now - after the formal - and turns out there's a 500mb patch. Hah.)

(500mb later, and the servers down for maintenance. Haaaah.)

As per request, this blog is going back to its root of pure emotional ranting and outbursts of someone who clearly knows anything about them. Others might say, "a view of the world from a robots perspective" - regardless, the general message I'm announcing with this post, is that there will be no more art post, no more games posts, no more random music links because I feel like updating for the sake of updating and sure as hell no more random links to things like this.

If you want my art, either subscribe to my Youtube or follow me on my DeviantArt. If you don't, I'll mention whether I have any new works at the end of posts and you can make your way there if you wish.

Status of SYH remains unknown.

Skin change coming soon to better suit the theme and coincidentally the name of this blog.

Reasoning comes from, perhaps [shout-out] Anna Vo mentioning she preferred the old style of this blog, and really, my art goes on the two previously mentioned sites and the miscellaneous stuff is usually just way too pointless to make a post about - see  "Art for Arts sake". So I thought it only logical to go back to it, and if Anna Vo is reading this, here is my correction of some details and a response to that epiphany you induced in me:

I will attempt to keep this as straight forward and short as possible, despite it being as illogical as I think it is.

Time and date, last night at the formal, myself and Anna Vo conversing about this very blog as, if you don't know, is our vague and distant link of how we know each other. She questions me of how it [old style of blogging] started and how it ended.
My response being, without going into mindless angst ridden details - there was a point in which I guess you could say I was conflicted with the choice of whether to be depressed like the rest of the world, sad and tired of living in a world where you don't belong, feeling as if you could be like everybody else but you really can't - or alternatively, keep the distance between the world of the collective mind and the reality as perceived in your own mind.
Analogy/Metaphor:
For some reason I find baffling, people actually would find their lives contrived if "their entire lives were actually dreams" to which I aptly respond "why does it matter?". The same response I would say to the "meaning of life". Because I ask this to you -- if what you envision the world as your reality was reality itself, how and why would it be altered by the fact that another conscious being either deems it as fake, or of not existing. The fact of the matter is that if you live in a world, understand and have the ability to acknowledge its every facet of its workings, how is this no better than what 'reality' really is?
Reality is created in the mind, the fact that you acknowledge people, objects, emotions as 'real' deems it to you as 'real'. I can only imagine this is the reason this is why humans have a nature about them to greet people with meaninglessly hollow 'hellos'.*
To this we could say, if reality is indeed created in the mind, then as conscious beings that have a control over said mind, then would we not be able to alter it to our benefit at will?
If you chose to be happy, you could be. If you chose to be successful, you could be. All you would have to do is believe it.
The trouble being that external forces such as the blatantly infinitely powerful collective human consciousness.
I'm tempted to rant continuously about conformity and how mentally incapable you must be to be a part of it, but I will spare you that nonsensical brain searing. For the sake of argument, I will even quote Shakespeare:

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?". - (The Merchant Of Venice, Quote Act III, scene I)

Point in case - No other human in the world has the right to say that you're wrong, nor do you the same to others. This extends beyond discrimination as Merchant of Venice dealt with, I believe, a Jewish merchant. There is no such thing as right or wrong. To say that a member of Parliament has more 'power' than you is a lie waving sails. The entire world is engulfed in this pathetic human attempt at 'order'.*
Previous point made implied to be separated from the collective is a good thing, but as I found out years ago, to live amongst them in your own little mental paradise creates some sort of conflict apparently...
It just seems so illogical to live in the collective world when it's such a ridiculous series of lies to somehow ensure the majority of the population remains 'happy and satisfied'.*
The fact that people are willing enough, despite not having any justified right to give themselves meaning through collective will seems like the thing I would most want to stay away from because quite frankly, I hate lies. I have not lied in several years I would honestly believe [with the exceptions of jokes and sarcasm]. The world is a giant lie as is an external meaningful existence. By this I mean that, like I mentioned earlier, people who want to find 'the meaning of life' genuinely want to believe that there is some form of a purpose when really, there isn't.
In case you're wondering, yes I have contradicted myself, but that exactly proves my point - you cannot give yourself meaning because you are meaningless, and too you cannot find meaning in life because you yourself have to grant yourself it. In short, life is one giant circle shaped lie.

At this point, I chose not to care. When I say that, I mean it. The proverb "Life is what you make it", I once used to believe to mean "life is shaped by the choices you make" - this is wrong, as I now know. It does not reflect upon choices and acts you perform, but rather what you believe life to be then becomes your reality.
I wanted a life where the problems didn't exist, so I chose not to believe they existed and by doing so was forced to keep distance with the rest of the world and its collective stronghold. I feel like I watch the world pass without my input but with all of my criticisms as I watch it toil within itself, churning with all its might to maintain some keep of form when every day, the addition of new problems are simply strung back together with lousy solutions to add to the authenticity of a decrepit world.
I just don't care. Why should I? I don't feel the justice to give myself a reason to live nor should anyone be able to give me a reason - not to say I would commit suicide, suicide is stupid and for the weak.* - so I lay back and watch the clouds because all you can really do in this world is dream.
If you don't care, you don't worry. Really, assess your problems and you should, if you have any decency of mind, realise that they aren't even problems at all. They're only problems because you think they're problems* - as mentioned earlier, the creation of state of mind is solely dependant on you. Happiness doesn't come from any external force, though some ill-hired 'popular' magazine columnist may tell you it comes from shoes, wardrobe size or even more pathetically worse, how good your social life is.*
Most people, if not all choose to 'want to be happy' as opposed to 'be happy'. They feel as if they require some collective mandate, permission even from the rest of societal being to be happy. I feel this is absolutely pathetic. Meaningless. Ill-perceived. Nonsensical. Nothing.
@Anna Vo: I imagine that the ability to overcome problems in life would be accomplishment, not happiness. Or at least, that's my understanding of it. My apologies for taking such a long time to think of why it riddled me so.

I have lost my train of thought as I deleted a paragraph due to future contridictions, but I'm going to sum this up because I may even being to rival Brendan Byron in blog length:
I could choose to be happy. I just choose not to. I could perhaps choose to be social, but really, my time to learn social mannerisms and standards is long past, and I really don't care any more [this implying, I once did]. Anna Vo even mentioned "I thought you'd be intimidating to talk to [in relation to the style of blog posts] but you're really easy to get along with" to which I replied, in quite possibly the worst fashion possible "It may be because I'm actually trying [to talk to you because it's supposed to be a 'formal' where certain standards are meant to be kept]".
It just seems that the logical weighing of happiness to effort required seems so horribly imbalanced. Fact is, happiness, or the pursuit/ascertaining it is most definitely not within the five of my top most priorities.*
And true to style, this long winded post has actually made me forget what point I was trying to make in the beginning. I've answered the first part, the second part [why the blogging stopped] would possibly because I may have ventured back into a state of happiness for a considerable amount of time - which actually ended in the worst possible way, and to make matters worse, I was on some sort of high, which means I plummeted quite a distance. It basically emotionally killed me beyond the point of depression. I posted a blog about this, where I genuinely could not feel anything. At all. There was a time period where when stimuli were applied, I could actually feel my brain thinking to itself "I should be feeling an emotion but am not" and my body would feel an empty shudder originate from the base of my spine. Lasted a couple of months. First time I thought that I might have gone too far. But no adventure goes without its gain. There was a point where I didn't want emotions because I found them loathsome and unnecessary. I guess I may have experienced that. It was not exactly what I thought it would be. For future reference, I have 'broken free' from this hold in the last couple of weeks. Though now I feel possibly worse. Not caring can only be measured by what it would be to care, and the difference seems so much more substantial now.

My apologies, this I assure you will by my last bit / TL;DR:
Reality is perceptive. I don't want a happy reality because honestly I don't deserve it, nor would I want to be engulfed in lies. There is no such thing as true happiness because it is plagued with the lies of the collective world. I choose not to care because there's no reason to worry because everything you find problematic is a problem because you believe it to be a problem.

END.
* = Future topic.

Adaptation.

Really bad Youtube page pimping.

Maths:
Took me a while, but disregarding demand/cash inflow/initial costs, if I sold posters, they would be about 10$ea, 5$ for postage to AUS, 10$ for international.
Might opt to simply pumping out poster style arts and selling that instead of commissions because that's dodgy.

Also, posted "Walk on Clouds" in a "I'll rate your art with my shitty opinion and lack of anything remotely related to intelligence". It got a 3/5. I mentally told her/him to fuck off because some lack lustre piece which ranks among things I did when I was 15 - really bad - got a 4.5/5.
Why you might ask? I can only assume it was because it had some form of subject matter dealing with blood and anime. Fuck you.

Looking around groups on dA.
Bunch of groups involving 'young/teen artist'.
Not to be a total douche, but when I scan the submitted works by said teens/youngins, I think to myself, I could rip all these bitches.

I'm a dick.
Also, might be making a Tumblr based on the sheer image per post idea.
Although I did laugh when one of the features promoted in the 'Reasons you should join Tumblr' was "High quality images".
Embiggened images are not high quality.
They are inefficient, and that is all they are.

Also, I have no idea what the fuck travel formal transport mobile device being.

Beard Mouth.

A central Kentucky man says he was forced to eat his beard after an argument about a lawn mower got out of control.

 More.

The rest of the story is disapointing though.

I thought he ate his beard after completely annihilating his opponent in an act of manly, manly defiance and domination.

Pensive.

Slow Motion Lemmings.

Brush teeth with mint toothpaste.

Eat mint chocolate ice-cream.

Taste nothing.

My life in a nutshell.

+ image coming up next.

(in a couple of hours).

Wieners.

 LARRY.

3rd Place = $20.

The Fiend Keeper.

Honourable mention = $20.

Accumulative.

Red+white == poster with white space.
Other colours == lengths of postal tubes.

WHY DOES NO ONE PRODUCE 500MM TUBES. THAT WOULD BE ACTUALLY BE THE MOST LOGICAL THING EVER.

(This is a visual graph I made for myself because I hate numbers because their faces are stupid.)

Shine On.

2x bonus, Minecraft + song.

Ron.

The part where Satan goes out to retrieve the board game.

Games.

Gondola.

Hey guise, first person to ask me for a commission is a furry steampunk-er (?).
Just thought I'd let you know.

Walk On Clouds Redux.

Riding High For What It's Worth.

I had a dream where the sissies had the majority of the power within the school and for some reason there was an assassination plot planned for the last day of school. I was dragged into it because I wanted to make a clay version of a Minecraft spider and while in the shops looking for clay, I bumped into some people [from school] discussing the plot.

There was also an interlude where I wandered into a really nice English style university type thing with stylised enviromentally themed architecture which I thoguht was nice.

ANYWAY.
There was the final gathering/assembly or something where we all stood an closed our eyes in some sort of silence type thing, and I decide to slowly make my way behind some wall because at this point, I have no idea who the target is.

The Buxton gets head shotted and everyone starts applauding.

I shit you not, this was a totally real dream.

Bastion.

You know how in Cataclysm, Camp Taurajo is burnt to the ground? Guess where I am right now.

It's funny, I was actually expecting Blizzard to do absolutely nothing and release Cataclysm out of no where, but in fact, they've started implementing Cataclysm lore related quest around the place where the citizens of Ogrimmar are starting to form cults and go crazy about 'the end of the world'.

One of which I did involved reading a book and answering a multiple choice questionnaire. It's like an exam IN WoW. It had something to do with the Aspects and how Nethalksnfsdnfs who protected Azeroth turned into Deathwing and all that shizz.

Good work Blizzard.

Small Plans.

RJD2 - Ghostwriter.


RJD2 - Let There Be Horns.

Midnight Mist.

DeviantArt, in a nutshell:

Forums (Art Scene):

•  What is art? 
•  Define Art. 
•  Is this Art? (link)
•  How is this Art?
•  Why do I suck so much?
•  Do you think this is Art?
•  People say I suck, but I don't think I suck, do you think I suck?
•  What is Art? (new thread because the last one was full of nonsensical bitches, so obviously, a new thread won't grant them the right to migrate here.

(On a side note, the rules are to make a new thread as opposed to bumping your old one. WHAT AND HOW.)

Comments on EVERY personal page:

•  Thanks for the fave.
•  Thanks for the watch.
•  Thanks for the fave.
•  Thanks for the watch.
•  Thanks for the fave.
•  Thanks for the watch.
•  Thanks for the watch
•  Thanks for the watch.
•  Thanks for the watch
•  Thanks for the watch.
•  Thanks for the fave.
•  Thanks for the watch.
•  Thanks for the fave.
•  Thanks for the watch.
•  Thanks for the fave.
•  Thanks for the fave.
•  Thanks for the fave.

Job services:

•  Commissions for 20 dollars!
•  Hey man, I can make commissions for only 19!
•  Bro, I can undercut both of you with 18.
•  Hey guys I'm have a really generic anime-esque style and I'm charging 15$, obviuosly, you're going to pick me because I undercut ALL of those guys.
•  LOLOL HAY GUISE, I'M ONLY GOING TO CHARGE $1 BECAUSE I'M THE ART EQUIVALENT OF A STREET WHORE. LOL. ^_^

On a side note, I began to whore myself out by asking to take commissions for 15$+. So in case anyone has a shit load of money to waste and burn, hire me.

Crab Cakes.

Things to do but will most probably be delayed due to WoW:

1. Walk On Clouds revamp. (Expect it in 2 days perhaps.)
2. Actually play the new Minecraft. I started a new game for 5 minutes, died to a Creeper, and stopped because I died to a Creeper in the first 5 minutes of a new game.
3. Get to level 40 because 160% movespeed is AS SLOW AS A SEVERED FLACCID DICK FALLING UP A HILL.

4. Get a new computer, because apparently I'm only just over the bare minimum requirements to play Cataclysm. And obviously, I would get a brand spanking new computer, just to play WoW.
I don't remember if any of the readers actually sell computer stuff other than Robert -- but I will be in requirement of computer building related business post-hsc [just the tower, specifically].

Oh and the min. req's to play WoW is half a joke [you should probably check it, cause it would suck lieutenant balls if you bought the game prior] because I need a beast of a comp to properly paint 18x12" images without a lick of lag.

Here's something to break the text despite being at the end of it:

Vaguely obtained through Dannis's Youtube recent history. Check all the video's, they're good.

Pig Zombies.

HEY GUYS NEW MINECRAFT IS OUT, JUST SO YOU KNOW.

Explore A Different Path.

Stayed up all night to do this.

Stone Like.

CRISIS AVERTED.

(The only one that will understand this will be TommyN, and he doesnt' even read this blog I would imagine.)

Forever a Hoe

Furbolgs.

There are now 15% discounts on WoW if you pre-order Cataclysm digitally.

I'm not sure if this applies to Vanilla + TBC, but I can get it on Wotlk and Cata.

My life.

SELECT YOUR HERO #7.

BOB:

Ride the nigger bike and search for criminals.    

DANNIS:  

realise that you're late for dinner   

You Gon' Touch The Sky.

Last 2 days played WoW until about 3am.
Today was 9am to now.

SYH #7 will be out tomorrow hopefully.

Been trying to draw a complete overhaul of "Be So High I Can Soar" where I challenge myself by not using any colours near black. I recorded it. First video where I didn't draw hours straight.
It has rainbows in it. You'll like it. Unless you hate rainbows. Then fuck you.

Monsteropolis.

If you don't suck dick and you've actually played a Megaman game, then this is quite possibly the best thing in the universe ever in existence. ("The Annihilation of Monsteropolis" is nice too)

Steps 1 - 5.

TL;DR:
Post HSC WoW players, save money.

Recruit a friend system.
I thought this would work in theory, so I looked it up, and I was right.
Vincent said do it in pairs, but then I'm pretty sure it would be better if we chained it.

Basically, recruit a friend means one person refers another person to play WoW.
The basic benefits include:
The person who recruited (veteran) the new person will get 30 days of game time added.
300% exp when partied together.
Ability to summon each other across the map.
Also, something like free levels to the veteran or something, I still don't' understand how that works.
*Up until level 60 or 90 days.
(Downside is technically, you'd be in zones only doing half the quest and they'd turn grey when you're only halfway through)

So Vincent's idea of pairs would mean we'd actually have to be stuck to someone and only half of us would get the 30 day bonus.If we chained it like so:
Person A recruits person B,
person B recruits person C,
etc.
then everyone but the last person will get the 30 day bonus, while all of us would be able to party with 2 different people (as opposed to 1) to get the 300% bonus. Additionally, should we all be on at the same time and need to do an instance, we can chain summon.
So really, who ever gets recruited last has to be the most loaded of us all because they have to spend 15$ more.

*When you recruit, the recruit gets a 10 day trial, so if you want to use that, then I'm guessing you get 40 days, should you not be the last person in the chain.


TL;DR:
Save 15$ by recruit a friend, receive profits
Save even more by levelling up at 300% meaning we don't have spend more money on game time.
In even shorter, don't make an account because I already did. (I'm not sure if that means bnet, or actual WoW account, cause I made the prior, but just to be safe)(I've been looking around and shit.)


ALSO:
For some reason I can't check the expansions, but Vanilla WoW is only 20$ AUS for a digital purchase (so you only get the key) as opposed to its general 24-30 dollars.
I guess the loss is that for digital purchases you need a Mastercard/Visa or something, and you don't get a fancy ass box. (I would like a box, honestly. But imagine going to the shops and carrying around 5 huge ass boxes of WoW. Seriously, those boxes need to be smaller.)
** I'm looking around, and I'm going to guess that TBC is also 20$, whereas WotLK is $40 for some reason. Cata would probably be 50$ purely because of release.

So probably $80 for up to WotLK should we start playing before Cata, then another 50 after that.
That is, if we digitally purchase.

ALSO:
Buying game == 30 free days.
Recruiting == 30 free days.
So technically you got 60 free days doing this.

The Weather Today.

I FINALLY FOUND THAT GAME I WAS LOOKING FOR FOR A WHILE OF SOME SORT.

Research Division.

Findings:
1. Ok, so I replied to Genvin on a post before this one about a printer (Epson T1100 or Workforce Wide format {I'm pretty sure they're the same thing}) that can pump out 19x13"++ prints and it's only $300 abouts -- which is pretty solid. So presumably, along with starting some sort of shoddy website to sell prints and shit, I'll be getting one of those. Now where the hell do I get paper that big.
Alternatively, I might just web-comic it up because I dont' think it'd be viable to get a decent amount of traffic with just prints and blog posts with really bad humour.

2. @ Post-HSC WoW players =
You do have to buy every game, I'm 95% sure, because when you get the activation keys, they activate your Battle net account so you can actually enter the servers of designated expansion.

On a side note, I'm downloading WoW right now. ...Because quite frankly, I fucking can.
I should've started ages ago, what with the 15 hours of Torchlight where my internet was not utilised AT ALL.

GO GO GADGET FLOW.

Haywyre.

This guy's legit.
Alternate.
Alternate.
(Also the artist who does his stuff is awesome too.)

Airliner Actual.

O Blige.

OH MY GOD I HATE YOU YOUTUBE UPLOADER.

[You'll be able to tell from the next video] I started at 11pm, actually started at 1am, finished at 5am, been waiting for the encoding/uploading of said video.

I basically watched the sky turn into night, listened to the suspicious bashings and ominous howls of the night, heard the weather shift from a heavy rain to a gusty aftermath, {another adjective of listened/heard} the birds awaken, and saw again the sky brim alight.

Good day.

Raiders.

Scenery. Pretty much. Looks nice though.

What the actual fuck

Kinda NSFW

What's more surprising is that seven people have come to our blog via that particular google search. Only two of those were me.

Forever Buxton

Instead of studying for 4U on monday I found these instead.

Forever Alone Tie
Possibly for formal?

Forever Alone T-shirt
Possibly to wear for the rest of my life.

Forever Alone Stickers
Best stickers I've seen apart from the HAHS ones.

It's quite expensive but free shipping if I spend more than $100.

The Phantom.

She's All Alone Alone Alone.

I'll be doing another time-lapse tomorrow after this headache which is purely my own fault goes away. It's a toss up between either Airliner (which I'll probably change beyond hell) or a redux of This Is Heaven Where I Stand (which in my mind actually looks a lot different to the original)

I might be able to do both of them cause Airliner shouldn't take that long at all.

Also someone tell Andrew Do that I can draw shit as of the present moment and I am still waiting on his request details.

Throwing Lightning With Zeus.

I saved it at 640 pixels across which is the Youtube standard thing, so it might slightly not even worth it to go to the actual page should you require to witness slightly more pixels.