Saturday, July 31, 2010

Ever. EVER.


I was supposed to post something, but I forgot.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I cried.

So I went online to print off my UMAT ticket. At the same time I also decided to log onto msn. When I did I received an offline message by no other than Mariam. After getting a box of tissues, I read the message. It went something along the lines of this, in fact exactly along the lines of this:

- mariam ☺ said (8:14 PM):
*I heard you wanna ask me to your formal
*Fuck off fat shit
*I'll kill you
- mariam ☺ said (8:15 PM):
*Watch your back


So instead, I used the tissues to wipe the tears of pain off my face.

Stout Pony.

Ok, because I was drunk as fuck last night, I decided to order 10 of 3 different posters. 
They are:

Aimless Wander (Reworked)

Fly Away Machine (Original)
Hurlstone Hogwarts


Depending on delivery cost, might cost $4-5 ish.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Point Of No Return.

I am currently listening to Australians with heavy Australian accents with Japanese pseudonyms doing a furry radioshow with a Anime style sound effects and dialogue.

No Words.

Additionally I'm ordering comics in 1 or 2 days, and was planning on getting mini posters printed just because it would be a waste if I didn't, so yeah. Suggest:

Friday, July 23, 2010

Woodland Creatures.

IF YOU PRE-ORDER SONIC COLOURS, YOU GET THIS HAT.
IF I WAS INTO SONIC, I TOTALLY WOULD, BUT I WOULDN'T' WEAR IT ANYWHERE UNLESS I WANTED TO DIE.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Fossil.

I walked past the Chester Hill RSL club and an old man sitting outside yelled to me:

"DON'T LOOK SO UNHAPPY."

Trying To Get Out Of The Night.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Choux Pastry.

I painted a painting.
I think it ranks up there with Flyaway Machine and Heaven Where I Stand.
But then again everything I like is disliked by others, and vice versa.

It took about an hour, maybe more.
While listening to All I Need by Radiohead. 
(Not the official video, but I like this one better.)
(Wait for 2:55 onwards)
While feeling like absolute shit.
For being absolutely wasteful.

I look at it and I don't know how to finish it.
But I think it might be my best so far.
Or at least, I feel that it best represents what I was feeling at the time.

I'm hyping it up.
I'm going to post it and no reception will be had.

Not now, I'll post it later.
It seems far too undeveloped a piece to be revealed.

Unconcept.

Coyote.

I went to go put something in my room, and a really loud, ominous howl, almost a drone like sound even came from outside. I realised this actually happens regularly, and at night and either sounds like a giant slug, or an aircraft that's 2 inches off the ground. An, ALIEN aircraft.

So something that sounded like a train just passed. Huh.
...And back again, this time more howl-y.

Time to get off those drugs quoc.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

He'd Laugh Too.

COMMANDO 

@ 11:05pm, 

on channel 7.


As in, 30 minutes.

Knock Knock.

Scenario:
After watching Arahan - which in a nut shell, was Korean gibberish, muddled with a 10 whales of "What the fuck is going on here??", Red Dwarf and Zoo Days, I went to sleep at 3am.

So at 9am, someone calls and supposedly, it's for me. For one, I think only one person knows my home number, because I'm like L or Charlie or some shit. And when my brother picks up the phone, he 'hands it to me' by putting it on the floor outside my door, walking way and then yelling 'phone call'. Apart from the fact that, I don't know who the fuck you were directing that at, I was still in my room half sleeping, so you could have been saying that because you have some sort of disposition towards callings of the phone, when you should have specifically directed that I had a phone call you non-assertive twit.

I missed the call, but apparently it was from a guy called 'Dave'. Who the fuck is Dave?

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Master Of Space And Time.

GUESS WHO CALCULATED THE LAST DAY TO FINISH BY WRONG!

YOU FAIL ME YET AGAIN, GENERAL MATHS.
 Do want.

If anyone's interested what day it should be, it's tomorrow.
Oh wait, I mean today since it's past midnight.

This actually only means that I won't have it on sale at Country Fair. I'm going to order 3~ expedited for $60 - which actually means I might get an extra 2 weeks to work on this.
But I also transferred a shit load of money into my Paypal, so you know what that means!

MINI POSTER TIME.
Same rules as last time, except I'm expecting money this time around - $3-5 dollars depending on how much of a dick I want to be.
10 of 1 print, (presumably, get 8ish people, because I'll probably take 1, that want the same) of 1 artwork I've made in a 17x11 inch cardboard stock mini poster.
I could sell it at Country Fair but I wouldn't expect anything to sell out of my old works because who would buy them.

This is probably an illogical idea because I haven't done anything for ages - alternatively, choose out of these (My opinion, these are the best for 'poster material') and I might consider selling them at Country Fair.
If sold there, I'd probably charge $7. Because I'm a dick like that.

These are all WIP's by the way.

And now you basically know the entire story.
Spoilers.

Yes I realise I dated some of them wrong, that's what happens when you're fucking awesome like me - 
I AM NOT SHACKLED BY THIS THING YOU CALL 'TIME'! 
THERE IS NO ATLANTIS TOO FICTIONAL OR UNDERWATER!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

To Ishraq

I heard you encountered a Minh at USYD. And that he told me you had an interesting conversation with him. Also, I didn't know how else to tell you this without putting in too much effort.

Bitch Sitter.

Hey you bitches, and I mean that in the way that if you read this blog you're a bitch because it's so fucking shitacular, I'm going to go impale myself on a unicorn and have it rape a magnitude of leprechauns until I get this art shit done.

Have fun fucking your eyebrows in out millennia space gadget!

Super Aim.

Oh. My. God.
Why?
Lol.

Counter Clockwise.


If you're wondering who it is, it's Gabe Newell - managing director of Valve.

The Skywalker.

(12:47:21 PM) Buxton: WHY DIDNT YOU GET 17 BEFORE
(12:47:25 PM) Buxton: wouldve pulled off that joke
(12:47:27 PM) Buxton: so bad
(12:47:37 PM) quoc.: becvause i'm too fuckin good.
(12:47:41 PM) Buxton: lol
(12:47:41 PM) quoc.: rip that engilsh shit up
(12:47:44 PM) Buxton: all unplanned
(12:48:00 PM) Buxton: just make shit up on the spot
(12:48:00 PM) quoc.: fuck studying bro, plans are for pussies.

Iterate, plans keep you fuckin in your mind set from mind sets ages ago, so fuck plans, fight or flight mother fuckers. Plans are what you wanted weeks, years ago so fuck that, life's about what you want right now and what you're gonna fuckin do to get it.

Fuck, keep that in the back of your minds next time you fuckin around with shit you wanna do later down the road cause shit changes, that's life. Don't bother swappin bullets when that shit ain't even there.


Mandate of Seven.

Aight, peace.
I'm not being serious.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Monday, July 12, 2010

All Tied Up.

There's a puppy in a box in the laundry.

I have no idea what breed. It's chocolate in colour, but its parents are black and supposedly have the same body shape as a corgi.

Being the one that's home all the time, I'm supposed to look after it and do my major work at the same time.

Both me and the puppy are fucked.

Wish You Well.


WHY ARE THESE THINGS TWO THOUSAND U.S. DOLLARS?

Unless you want this toy one for $25, for sheer novelty.

Or you could get a huge 7 foot diameter one, which would be as awesome as it's price - SEVEN THOUSAND U.S. DOLLARS.


THAT'S A FUCKING NOTE YOU TWAT.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Dreamland.

Benefits of capped internet:
More time to catch these mother fuckers before they do any real damage.
(Though ironically, the fact that you are capped means that it wouldn't even matter how much it downloads)

I had a dream, or a nightmare you could say, that I had left this to download 250mb before I managed to cancel it. I remember waking with the though, "Thank GOD that was a dream."

And that sums up why I haven't been posting as of late - because... this post is self explanatory.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Talons.


What Dannis could have gotten behind his ear but didnt.

Edit:
Dannis said he would get a Flygon.
Saarthak said he would get a Gyarados.
I found something even better.


Dogs And Wolves.

PREDATORS:

Cons:
  • Too many questions arose without answers.
  • No Arnie.
  • Laurence Fishburne = What. The Fuck.
  • Not enough Predators action.
  • Jokes weren't as good as the first one.
  • Life span of the mini-gun.
  • Plot twist.
  • Ending.
Eh:
  • Pretty much exactly the same movie without the muscle.

Pros:
  • Paid shit loads of homage to 'Predator'.
  • Music was spot on, reminiscent of the first one.
  • Russian guy.

Forbes

You might be thinking that you're doing fine being ranked the 15th most powerful celebrity in the world.

...

Then you find out that your wife beats you.

Jay-z is ranked 15th most powerful celebrity in the world but Beyonce whoops his ass after being ranked 2nd, only losing to Oprah.

Source.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Instant System.

Article about Ishraq.

Probably late, but bad ass photo is bad ass.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Come Alive.

THINGS THAT LOOK LIKE FACES,
- BUT AREN'T FACES.


EXTRAS:



Sunday, July 4, 2010

Bon Appetit.

WHAT I SHOULDN'T HAVE EATEN,
-- BUT DID ANYWAY.

Chocolate icecream + crushed choc-chip cookies + some Milo.
I was tempted to put some condensed milk in there for good measure, and just in case there wasn't enough sugar, but I managed to stop myself.

This post is important because I actually told myself a couple of days ago to stop fucking eating cause I'm becoming a fat shit. OH WELL.

10411-Bit Steppa.

In relation to my last post, here's an obligatory games post - because I know the people that read my blogs are into games and shit.

So I basically bought my first legitimate game (excluding that time I bought Overboard from the bargain bin when I was 10ish. The game was fucking hard for an 10 year old.) when I got L4D2 on sale. Then I bought Shatter this afternoon and beat it in under 2 hours. 10 dollars well spent. I'm being sarcastic, the replay value is - I wouldn't say bad, but fairly dismal. Though I would say, I would have bought the soundtrack for a 20 dollars, because it is that fucking awesome.


I swear a portion of the bass line was taken from another retro game which I can't put my finger on and would require solid 20 minutes to remember.

Ok, after 20 magical minutes where you don't have to wait because this is internet, I'm probably wrong, but I'm pretty sure it's from Space Invaders.
Ok, I heard it again, and it was RIGHT THERE (And by that, I mean, in my mind).
OKAY FUCK YOU, MS PINBALL. Not exactly the same, but very similar.


TL;DR : I hand in some percentage of my Pirate license. Also, this music is awesome. I should be working on BOW.

Post-Mime.


"Have all drafts done by end of term."
MISSION FAILED.

"Yo yo yo, what up ma' bitches?"

Oh yes, I did make a schedule.
  1. Get drafts done by end of term.
  2. Finish the fuck up by the 19th.
  3. Actually only finish half of it by the 19th and end up drawing giant penises and submitting that instead.
Now I'm 3 days behind schedule. 
Fiddle sticks.

Edit: everybody loves visual diagrams:

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Somebody's Listening In.

THINGS THAT LOOK LIKE FACES, 
- BUT AREN'T FACES.


And my wicked lighting device:
A shocking ladybug thing.