Selkath's Typewriter

I KNOW . . .

2008-07-02T00:15:59Z

I am aware that I do not normally draw humanoid creatures.

I am also aware that I probably have no skill in drawing humanoid creatures. At all.

However, I was drawn, this morning (while looking at the Blizzard fan art pages, I might add) to render a drawing of an elf . . . since, when I drew the face, it ended up being rather eerie, I chose to attempt to do a Banshee, just for the heck of it. (To avoid the hassle of drawing eyes, I also made it blind, a bit like Illidan Stormrage, minus the eye slits.) Here it is . . . don't judge it too harshly, eh?

What an OUTRAGE!

2008-06-20T20:56:37Z

Hey, fellow Warcraft players, remember that horrible crawl to level forty to get our first, non-epic mounts? Many of us preformed that crawl before the time of the new experience system and the extra quests in Dustwallow Marsh. And then, after that, remember how much money we needed for training? Seventy-five gold for training, and yet another ten for the mount. All together, the bill for getting your first mount was an upwards of one hundred gold. And, once again, back then, it was hard to earn that much at your level, right?

So keep this in mind - the crawl to level forty and the scramble for one hundred gold - when I show you what comes next! After patch 2.4.3 in World of Warcraft, characters will be able to get mounts at level thirty! This patch not only makes everything we did - and what we stood for - worthless, but it also makes mounts less interesting. Even worse, Warcraft is going to lose its appeal - hard work for good rewards. This change drives me to rage! What did we work for? How dare they change this? Sure, it might be entertaining for the newcomers, but it leaves us in the loss!

The next outrage on the topic of the mounts, the Apprentice Riding power now costs only thirty-five gold! That's more than fifty percent less than what we had to pay! Without paying us off, Blizzard shouldn't change what they've asked before! If anything, with a lower level, the mounts should blood cost more! Let them scramble for money more than we did, since they can get them earlier! Without paying us for our losses . . . !

Here's the actual patch note:

* Mounts at 30?! Yes, it's true: Apprentice Riding and mounts are now available at level 30. Training costs 35 gold.

On a side note, this is very neat - and very lame - at the same time. Quel'dorei did use Dragonhawks in the Third War, true. However, isn't that rather rude to the Forsaken, eh . . . ? Besides, many of the Dragonhawks were killed during the Battle of Silvermoon - for the Sunwell - five years ago, and it's doubtful that large ones would have respawned by now. Well, at least the elves get something special. . . .

* Blood Elf flightmasters outside of Silvermoon City and Tranquillien have traded in their bats for glorious fire-breathing dragonhawks.

In any case, I raise a protest against mounts at level thirty, on behalf of us older players!

One last thing: yes, I am making this a fully viewable post, so that everyone can read it. What a change.

Previews, Previews

2008-06-08T22:12:50Z

Instead of bringing you art, I, once again, bring you a preview. I have been storyboarding/drawing in a storyboard format, since I felt like sketching (and that's more fun to do) rather than going for actual art. The image below is a preview from one of my storyboards (one of the crazier ones), and it was done on the back of a separate storyboard - or, part of a storyboard, I haven't decided yet - so it was a bother to Photoshop. Which is why it doesn't look as good as it might. In any case, enjoy the little sketch. I'm releasing this to people I know first, to get a bit of feedback (heh), then allowing it to be an open post. Also, this image was made darker (and a bit . . . purple) by using the Photoshop burn tool. If anyone's interested, I'll post up the original, pencil version. That is all - de arimasu.

As always, click on the image to enlarge.

Late addendum: I actually have the characters change the direction they're facing in these storyboards. Hah! Progress, right? And, there's a reason why his eyes are all colored in with one color - it represents an 'out-of-it', dazed look.

Hee-hee.

2008-05-05T02:17:40Z

I promised art. I lied.

I bring . . . a preview! I couldn't resist putting up a little part of the current sketch-comic I'm I drawing (it's five printer-size pages long, at the moment.) I promise to put the rest of it up in a little bit. Anyway, here it is (click on it to see full size).

(Eeep! What did Shadow do?)

Sadly, this is actually quite the breakthrough, since I've always drawn the hedgehogs from the side. Well, things can take time, right?

The Best Twice-a-Week Comic Strip in Existence.

2008-03-17T22:22:11Z

. . . Is the one I present now. It's in the link below, and despite the fact that it has Warcraft character races, it is an independent business (which I find odd). Personally, my favorite character is Richard, due to the fact that he's the comic relief (big surprise) whom you see even on the first page. If you click this link, promise me that you'll read the entire story - just keep going from the first page and on! As the title of this post implies, the comics are made twice a week, the latest having been drawn today. I was kept entertained by the story for several hours. (This was also the reason that I came back to Warcraft five hours later instead of a half-an-hour later, which was the time I'd promised Eleanea. Apologies, Ele.)

Looking For Group, the best twice-a-week comic strip in existence.

When Life Gives You Lemons...

2008-03-15T21:20:34Z

. . .Make lemonade, right? But what if life gives you a basketball? You can't make 'basketballade' - and playing basketball with it would be far too predictable. So, what to do? See below.

Also, I hope you appreciate the pains I took to clear this picture out properly, making it roughly the same color and not covered in pencil smudges. (So click on it and see the larger version!) The color-clearing took ages to do, especially since I had to re-color one of Sonic's feet several times in a row. I may put up a colored version of this in a little while, as well.

I don't particularly like what happened to Sonic's back directly under his right back spike - the line curves in too far, while his back is supposed to be straighter, pointing up instead of in.

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Later addition. This sketch isn't supposed to be good, wasn't meant to be good, and isn't going to be good. It is nothing but a representation of my anger at mean people, as you can see. Tails is grinding his teeth. Mael'thas is a bloody jerk.

Surprises.

2008-03-14T22:21:54Z

While trying to make an extra Livejournal account yesterday (March 13th), I was dismayed to find that the account I had created has automatically been set to 'Plus' mode (also known as the format that is neck deep in advertisements) - and that I couldn't find the previously existing button that allowed you to degrade your account back to Basic if it was set at a higher level. After over a half an hour after picking through Livejournal's site map - and not finding anything - I quit and sent a question to the Livejournal Support Team asking what to do.

Today, on March 14th (Pi Day* and Albert Einstein's birthday!) I received the reply in the form of an e-mail, and was told that, as of March 12th - exactly one day before I attempted to make my extra account - you can no longer create Basic accounts. Ever. The irony is heavy on this. Very, very heavy. It seems that I'm stuck with 'selkath', after all.

This is also a day to remember, because it is a day that Livejournal, like many other businesses, has fallen from being a journal area made for the people to being solely for profit, and nothing more. Depressing, isn't it.

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Also, on an absolutely unrelated topic:

A Chadra-Fan from the original Mos Eisley Cantina scenes, with no CGI animation, making it a bit blurry. However, ain't it cute?

* = It is Pi Day on account of it being 3/14 in the American date format and Pi being roughly 3.14. (If you didn't catch this reference the first time, welcome to the category labeled 'slow people'. Yes, I fall into that category.)

Open Picture Post!

2008-03-09T22:44:27Z

Alright, here it is. (Whee! An art post!)

This is a sketch of one of the characters that another Warcraft player that uses our account has. She has both a Mecha-chiken mount and an Epic Ram, has Mining and Herbalism as her professions (hence the bars, flowers, and mining pick) and, in my depiction, is a weapon-crazy, sugar-hyper, killing-happy gnome. That's what gnomes are, right? (And she's a Rogue, hence the bottles of poison.)

I only generally cleared the pencil smudges - I may clean it out farther better.

The Promised Post...

2008-03-07T04:32:42Z

Alrighty. I promised you people a post, so here it is - BUT! I decided to put up a doodle sheet of mine (with horrific, scary things), to explain why it is that people should not allow me the use of writing utensils.

Also, regarding the mad colors: my scanner's gone haywire (also known as: feral) once again, so I'm stuck with the image below. I'll try to get it uploaded in normal colors soon. (And, in case you didn't gather, I was watching Attack of the Clones when I did this...)

selkath @ 2008-03-05T18:42:00

2008-03-06T01:42:41Z

In case anyone was wondering... I'm not dead. I'll be back and active on Livejournal very soon.

Happy Birthday, 'Darth Revan'!

2008-02-19T02:27:19Z

CERTAIN PEOPLE THAT MAY BE SEARCHING FOR THE RANDOMIZED ARTWORK WITHIN THIS LIVEJOURNAL: PLEASE IGNORE THE EXTRA POSTS AND SKIP TO ANY ENTRY THAT HOLDS AN IMAGE - THERE ARE NO LIVEJOURNAL CUTS IN USE. THANK YOU.

A birthday card that I created for my worthless friend, who doesn't deserve it - but, what the hey. As it is, the card is currently little more than a rough sketch, save for (certainly) Tails and possibly the other characters.

I may color this some, but I haven't decided yet (since it's the most boring process I know, save, perhaps, watching paint try, and possibly even more dull than that), and I have mainly cleaned out the smudging and blotting. Tails turned out fairly well, and Sonic and Amy turned out 'ish', since I haven't done Amy in months and I messed up on Sonic's position and shoe (I did some reference checking to work out some of the problems they had earlier, so I made several changes to Sonic, which caused me to pay less attention to how he was set on the page.) I didn't use reference for Shadow, since I didn't have it with me. In any case, 'Darth Revan', happy (late) and joyous (sadistic) birthday (doomsday)!

(And, yes, I am quite aware I can't draw fireworks or banners.)

As for the chaos*... They're... Sorta'... Dead. Yes. I know. I haven't looked at a reference for one for... Well... To say the least, ages.

* = Pronunciation: 'CHA-ou.' Plural - CHA-ou-S.

New Sketch!

2008-02-17T23:10:20Z

A sketch of Tails carrying two shopping bags. It started out with Tails standing in an odd position, and when it occurred to me to give him shopping bags to get rid of the awkwardness in the stance, I couldn't resist turning it into a joke... (Tragic comedic side?)

I cleaned the image out some - getting rid of the blots and such - but I did it on Paint instead of Photoshop (because it was having a text error), so it looks somewhat blotchy in places, due to the lousy tool set in Paint. Also, the foot that is behind the bag is turned slightly in the wrong direction, making his position seem strange all the same, but I'll try to edit that later.

Happy Valentine's Day!

2008-02-16T02:26:08Z

A card I made for St. Valentine's Day. It appears somewhat empty because I cut the text at the sides, though I didn't do much color cleaning. I'll get that done later - clear out the blotting and such. Also, the pencils I used were disgusting - look at the lining! Ugh! (It looks like a five-year-old did it.) And you wonder why the card has such shudder-causing appearance...

Whoo, Sketches!

2008-02-09T19:21:16Z

Here's another random sketch... Once again, I didn't do it on good paper (there was a printed image on the back,) so I had to clean it out quite a bit on Photoshop. And, yes, it is supposed to be a sketch - I wasn't planning on finer lines. I didn't bother to finish cleaning all the pencil smudging, either; it would be an impossible task when using a mouse. However, I'm of an opinion that I cleaned out the smudging around the words fairly well.

Is This an Art Update I See?!

2008-02-06T00:22:37Z

Yes, yes it is! Ahem. And not only my rather scary sketches this time, either. Firstly, something I randomly drew for a friend in my spare time (which, at that point, was quite short) on a just as random piece of paper, hence the lines that show through it in several places... (Tsk!)

And, secondly, some very beautiful work that was not done by me. It was done for me, in turn, by the friend whom I made the picture above for. (It's Trell! Eee! Not quite accurate, due to the fact that she had no visual reference (Trell's more depressing), but beautiful all the same! Isn't she good? (I've never bothered to draw humanoids; they do not convey my impossible-to-satisfy need for comedy - but I am quite aware that the art she creates aught to be judged good!) Also, we decided to alter the original drawing very slightly, to get rid of a small error, and I believe it looks even nicer now. Hah! Trell has 'fans'! Even if it was created at my request. In any case, here it is. Disregard the drawings at the bottom... They're irrelevant! Irrelevant! ...Well, mostly.)

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And, also, you know that you're a World of Warcraft addict if you catch a less-than-a-second glimpse of a character wearing a Warcraft robe in a magazine and can notice it, define that you have, in fact, used said robe (it had +19 intellect bonus. Of course you'd use it), and shout, "Look! Look! That's a Warcraft character! SEE? 'Ooman!"

A New Nattative - A New Story

2008-01-31T04:33:42Z

I have decided to write something about Trell, and Warcraft, and, after some thought, I thought that I'd explain something of her past in the process. So, here's the beginning, but I haven't edited the story yet, so it probably seems odd in places. Enjoy! (There's also a totally unrelated comic at the bottom.)

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Trell ran through the forest.

Every rustle caused by her feet touching the ground seemed to echo through the wood, loudly, as if there was no way, no way at all to avoid the notice of the great, mindless army swarming behind. As if there was no way to get back to the Rangers, to their army, in time to warn them that the army had decided to strike. She no longer wore the white silk robes slashed with blue that identified her as a healer: they were bothersome, and, with such small numbers left, anyone that could run was used as a scout. She had replaced them with a dark blue vest, with the sign of Quel'thalas in gold, though faded, displayed on the chest, and pants and boots of the same color, slashed with washed-out tones of gold, as well. The flashy, new, gilded armor that had been in use only months before was no longer in existance. The war had exhausted everything, decorative clothing included.

The lightest noise behind Trell, perhaps a small animal running across a stick, or a bird shifting in a tree, made her speed up. Not looking over her shoulder, she ran as hard as she could, pushing herself to her limit and over, her oddly black hair coming loose from being bound in the ponytail that she had hastily tied with a short piece of string earlier as it flopped from one of her shoulders to another. She had to get to the Ranger-General before the Scourge started from their outpost. She wanted to shout to the Rangers' outpost, in the vague hope that they would hear her, but that could be as dangerous as it could be helpful. If the flying members of the Scourge, the Scourge's scouts heard her, they would carry word back to their army, or kill her on the spot. And then, then it would be too late for the Rangers. Too late for Quel'thalas.

Another shuffle came from behind, a leathery sound, like the sound of a bat's wings folding came from behind her once more, and then again. A chill went through Trell: it had to be one of the Scourge's scouts, the bat-like, plague-carrying creatures that served no purpose but to hunt down the scouts of the opposing side, to kill them, to make them part of Arthas' army. Make them wandering, dead creatures like the rest of them.

Stealing a glance over her shoulder, Trell saw a dark shape swoop silently behind her through the trees, its silhouette obvious on the backdrop of a bright and ominous red sky, creating a mood full of terror even without the knowledge that a huge, ever-growing army was marching slowly towards the City of the Sun, to destroy it and decimate it entirely. Again the leathery sound came, and this time, Trell could clearly tell that it came from that creature. It was, indeed, the creature that she had feared, a Scourge scout that was on her trail. The channeling staff that Trell had slung over her back suddenly seemed heavy, the light blue crystal on its end glowing with a dim inner light. Still running as fast she could push herself, she pulled the staff from her back and swung it around, whirling it to her side. The leathery sound came louder from the Scourge scout, signaling that it was closing in.

Channeling Light into her staff until it began to glow, brightly as a beacon, Trell whirled, stopping dead and thrusting the staff into the air. The Scourge creature, which had been speeding up in its attempt to attack her, tried to stop as best as it could, but, with the extra momentum caused by its dive, could not pause. Trell let loose a smiting blast from the glowing staff as the creature rammed directly into it, bursting into flames and burning horridly. Trell had already turned and begun moving towards the Ranger outpost again as the creature fell into ashes. If there was one advantage to having a priest as a scout, then the powers that priests had to combat the Scourge were most certainly that.

The woods began to thin, and soon Trell was running through an open stretch of the startlingly beautiful Valley of Quel'thalas. On any normal day, the sight was enough to stop in their tracks even someone that had lived there all their lives. If it were not for the ominous red sky, the Valley would have been the perfect image of tranquility - the beautiful, flowering trees, the shining, ever visible river, the numerous waterfalls that crashed near-silently over cliffs, and the flowing, elegantly curving structures built by the High Elves. Those structures had been abandoned weeks before, with all of the elves fleeing towards Sivermoon, towards the only safety to be found, and the only direction it was possibly to run in - north, away from the Scourge Armies. Away from Arthas. Away from the Undead Plague. On any normal day, it would have certainly been a sight to cause a pause. Today, Trell was focused only on running, notifying the Silvermoon Army, the Rangers, that the Scourge were on the move, that they were coming, burning through the woods with their tainted dark magic and fires, coming towards the Sunwell.

Trell tried to not let her mind venture towards the topic of the Sunwell. As a High Elf herself, she should have been hopelessly in danger without the well of magic, but she had, from the time that magic had been taught to her, learned to meditate and avoid the deadly addiction that would consume the High Elves if they did not have their Sunwell. Trell knew that Arthas and the Scourge wanted that Sunwell, wanted the Sunwell to ressurect Kel'thuzad, the horrible man that had learned too late that power was gained for a price. A price of evil. If they got to it, they would ressurect the man, and they would then destroy the magical well that had, since the beginning of Quel'thalas, kept most of the High Elves - those that could not meditate - alive. And that was most of them. Those of the High Elves that were not slaughtered and turned into mindless slaves for Arthas would die simply from the magic addiction that would lure them into bad directions, make them Wretched, slaves to their addiction and nothing else.

In the distance, Trell saw the blue-and-gold flag, matching in color her outfit, but brighter, the only remotely new thing that there was in use in the war, flapping in the light wind above the Ranger outpost. Breathing heavily, Trell pushed herself even farther, running with even more quickness than she had before. Soon, she skid into the encampent, and a loud call, and imitation of a Dragonhawk call, passed through the area. It was a sign that the camp's watchers had seen her, and were signaling to the inner camp that the person approaching was of no danger. A young boy, his own long ears flopping limply as he dashed up to her, inquired, "Scout - eh, Healer - Trell! Do you bring news? Sylvanas was expecting something today. A gut feeling, she said... Come straight to her. She's in the big council tent." The boy nodded and gestured in the direction of the tent. Exhausted and breathing raggedly, Trell nodded and walked quickly in the direction of the Ranger-General's tent. It was time to tell Sylvanas what was coming - the end.

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It's roughly drawn (I didn't even bother to type in the caption), but it's a joke, so what did you expect?

And here's another neat thing! Click and head down to the Warcraft Music Player. It's got all your favorite Warcraft tunes!

selkath @ 2008-01-26T13:01:00

2008-01-26T20:01:13Z

I'll upload more work soon. Busy with other stuff.

Created a new character for someone earlier. This one's a British Exchange Student.

Also... The small message on the edge of my screen that absolutely refuses to remove itself (the result of some odd error) is getting annoying to the the point where I would enjoy bashing that part of the screen in... Or at least smashing the button. Someone, I beg of you, KILL this thing!

Really, I find it depressing that I can't do any work in color. (As a matter of fact, I started work on Photoshop properly - coloring my work and all - and it failed miserably. Because the program is depressingly glitchy! The orange color I was using transformed into bright yellow and stopped working entirely.) Well, no use wasting money on the computer-pad that would allow me to properly color the pictures.

And... Also, I'm going to - probably - start writing a detective story. However, the story isn't meant to be even remotely detectiv-ish - my goal is to make a story containing the - officially - most ridiculous detective to ever grace the face of the Earth. Wasshoi, wasshoi...

And, Ele, there's an entry from Trell for you!

Anyway...

2008-01-21T21:34:50Z

Someone else used the scanner and it magically began to work again. Amazing phenomenon, isn't it? (See, I told you it hated me, and only me. However, it is still working this morning, so it can't be that bad... Still, it can't be normal to get a black-and-white scan in aqua-and-pink.) All the same, here is the finished result of the sketch page that gave me so much trouble while being transferred into the computer. (As for anyone who would like to point out that I would be able to scan not in 'grayscale' but in black and white if I worked in pen, let me tell you: pens smudge even worse than pencil, and, while I would love to work in one, I'd rather work in a medium that can be fixed if you screw up, even though I have the use of Photoshop.)

I also skillfully burned my tongue on coffee - again - today, then found out that I had successfully put down my coffee cup on a comic in the works. Oh, well, I didn't like that draft, anyway. (Though the next hardly turned out better...

A True Oldie!

2008-01-21T21:25:00Z

I created a replica of the very, very first comic I had ever drawn, here, in a new style. It's just a rough draft, and I cut out two boxes, but in the boxes that are present, I kept the exact same wordings (even the idiotic ones) and the order of the lockers the same. The only difference from the original (other than the fact that I drew it again, so it looks different) is that the main character, instead of being Knuckles, as he first was, it is Sonic, since I haven't drawn Knuckles in a long time, and he wouldn't look good, even on this rough draft. Since I was using Sonic, I also used a different locker in an attempt to keep them in the same order. (In truth, using Sonic defeats the purpose of this comic, but that doesn't matter in the least.) There is only one person on the entire planet, in the entire universe, that knows the story behind this comic, the joke, and understands it. You know who you are (Oni!), so enjoy reading! (Also, there's several punctuation marks missing, but I didn't get the chance to upload a fixed comic. The host website refuses to work. Really, the art on this draft was horrible.)

?!!

2008-01-21T00:44:07Z

Someone tell me WHAT is WRONG with my SCANNER! (Because, in my opinion, I think it's gone feral and is seriously woking against me. If you find an entry that I've been murdered by a blunt weapon, I should guess that it has actually attacked me directly.) It's in black in white: so why did it scan as hot pink/aqua?! (Yes, this was supposed to be something, but I'll post it WHEN and IF I get the scanner 'fixed'.)

Also, ever wondered where Warcraft Dances come from? Here.

What May Come at Such a Time

2008-01-14T04:32:37Z

My first ever (hastily drawn, too) caricature of someone.

I came up with a bit of an interesting sketch when annoyed at someone's actions. It's obviously quickly done, but there's something I find comical in it, all the same. I can't know what anyone thinks of it, but I'll hang it anyway for critique. The perfect picture of a programmer at his best!

You can tell it was hurried; I didn't even spell coffee correctly.

Also, I added a longer discription for the journal earlier today. Using the title of one of my previous comics... Would you call it happy, nice, twisted, or warped? Such interesting questions the world faces inside the pages of on-line journals across the internet, eh?

selkath @ 2008-01-13T20:40:00

2008-01-14T03:41:42Z

After all that writing, here's a picture. I thought I'd try Tails out with a new pose. This happens to be one of my favorite poses, due to the comical and violent appearance of the character - lifting a hammer high over one's head.

Lost (And the Rest)

2008-01-13T22:25:17Z

Have you ever gotten that feeling, when you don't truly appreciate how important something is until you lose it? That feeling rarely comes without the problem that must accompany it. When we lost a hand bag - one containing things of utter importance, things that keep the house together - and were able to pick it up minutes later, when we found the normal place for it in the car, empty, at the Starbucks where it was left - we had to realize how lucky we were to live in the United States, and not in a large city. Had we occupied a household within, say, New York or another large city, particularly one outside of this country, we would have likely been extremely lucky if the bag hadn't been taken the minute we were out of sight. Viva small towns in the United States! Viva!

And, on the topic of Starbucks, it's a fairly well known joke - something often poked fun at - the number of Starbucks' opening in shopping areas, and you can often find one anywhere within a mile radius of the smallest town. It seems that, with their extraordinary numbers, they're also often something that comes close to becoming a lost-and-found. I wouldn't be surprised if we weren't the only ones that day searching for a bag.

Oh, also. Upon helping my friend with building the model mentioned earlier in Gundam-Style Models, Japanese, Building, and People Living in America Don't Mix, I discovered an interesting fact: model building is a lot of fun, and I like it! Thus, on a whim telling me to decidedly waste a good sum of money on models, I rushed to Amazon.com and ordered three of the models (one of which was the exact one I had bought for my friend, along with two others), and now sit waiting for them to arrive. Most likely, since they're being shipped from the Bandai store, they'll arrive somewhere during the next weekend. It is within my hopes, since they're sold by the same store and are out of the same collection, so they'll be boxed, though there wasn't a boxed product picture on Amazon. No matter. If they come any the worse that I expect them to be, I can send my complaints.

Here are the links to the pictures of the models I ordered...

The first.

The second.

The third.

The third picture was without the box, though there's a picture of that, too, which I posted in the previously mentioned entry.

On a last note, I thought I might mention that I read Sherlock Holmes for over eight hours in a twenty-four hour span... Does Sherlock Holmes really only speak the words 'My dear Watson' once in the entire The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes?

Call it Twisted, or Call it Warped? A Battle of the Human Mind

2008-01-12T21:28:12Z

Yet another comic with more than one point to it... In the end, all you get is a bunch of crying, shouting, and anger that don't make the least sense to the human reading. Well, there's the mind of the modern populace, eh? And, please, once again, remember to read right-to-left.

Well...

2008-01-08T04:52:01Z

...That certainly took a while! I finally got rid of the annoyance - also known as, the icon next to every entry. Certainly took me bloody long enough how to figure out how to do it; turns out, all I had to do was click a small link that said 'edit your current journal style'. It absolutely takes a genius to figure out something so complicated, doesn't it? In any case, not that the userpic won't be by each entry, and since it took a 'genius', I put up a new 'pic - but just for the time being. Had to edit it on Photoshop, too, as with the rest of the ones I create. It's so troublesome.

I also managed to get around to printing out some of the finished comics that I normally hang up here (and on my website, of which I haven't yet hung the link for, as it's unfinished). They didn't turn out so bad, albeit very light and seemingly made of dots. I hung some up on my by now somewhat famous wall of comics, so hopefully more people will see them than here... After all, there's really no one here, if you think about it. It's a barren waste land...

Also, I thought I'd share a quote I found only today (well, I had seen it before, but never taken note of it). "I did a lot of experiments to see how to turn you back. But I screwed up." A quote that has to do with the experiments of a slightly crazy inventor. In any case, let's celebrate my amazing discovery - and the print out. Click away... (And, no, you're not hallucinating if you know what they're saying: it's a song about juice.)