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[17 Nov 2003|12:04am] |
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Been having computer problems lately. Turns out I have a busted CPU fan. I can only turn on my computer for a hour or so every couple of hours, until we get it fixed, so I really can't do much with it anyway. Yay...
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[16 Nov 2003|01:57pm] |
Your Life Line reveals that you like to stay close to home. You are not very adventurous or aggressive and have a more delicate constitution.
Your Head Line reveals that you are over-confident and at times brash. Your independent nature often causes you to make impulsive decisions.
Your Heart Line reveals that you have a masculine nature and are easily aroused by your own desires. You are able to maintain a good balance between the physical and emotional sides that accounts for your warm and generous disposition.
Your Fate Line reveals that your destiny is variable, uncertain and largely determined by other people. If you let go and allow destiny to take its course, you should have a successful artistic or literary career. The most influencial people in your life will be agents, managers and producers.
You have an Air hand. You are a person who is independent, intellectual, analytical and unpredictable. Your optimal career choices are to work as a writer, psychiatrist, scientist, detective and teacher.
Yes and no, that's all I have to say about it.
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[05 Nov 2003|12:28am] |
Too much work.
Too little sleep.
Not enough skulls.
Blarg.
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[30 Sep 2003|07:30am] |
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What the hell am I doing up at 7:30 in the morning god damn it? Why, I have orientation at another hospital today for my surgical illustration class. Apparently operations are frequently done in the morning, so if I want to watch the damned things, I'm going to have to see a lot more sunlight then I'd really like to. Of course I slept poorly, less than 6 hours of sleep and kept waking up. Blarg.
For Thursday I have due SIX completed carbon dust illustrations of a cholecystectomy, which is the fancy way to say gall bladder removal. They're going fairly fast and they look pretty good, and I have the time to do them all, but damn it still a lot of work. Gonna be living in the studio this week it looks like.
In addition to that I have to get some 3D modeling done of the spinal cord for my Maya 3D class for Thursday as well, and I need to get some work done on my nerve synapse animation. The carbon dust illustrations have priority over the 3D modeling, so I can't guarantee that it will get done in time, but the teacher will understand... or else.
Blah blah blah bitch bitch whine complain. That's what a Livejournal is for though, isn't it?
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[27 Aug 2003|04:05am] |
I had a strange dream last night.
There were two aligators eating a dead something on a river bank. Then the two aligators grew discontent with what they were eating and decided to try and eat eachother. The aligators were fighting in the river when a killer whale attacked the both of them. Then a sea monster showed up, but it was just watching the two aligators and the killer whale fight.
I told you it was strange.
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[20 Aug 2003|04:52pm] |
:: snickers at Sunraven being Linda Blair ::
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[18 Aug 2003|12:04am] |
I snagged this from CelticElff's journal.
Clearly that means I will return as some kind of unstoppable zombie, more powerful than ever!
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[12 Aug 2003|02:44am] |
http://grahame.angrygoats.net/lj-haiku/index.py
Instant LJ Haiku! For example:
a very fancy
large house the blarg i forget
i have one of these
with the cadaver
and i yay for my first lj
post aren't you all
this is the last day
that i i'm sad this is the
last day that i get
of these things my life
is boring so don't so when
i sleep there i am
Mmmm.... Cadaver
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[12 Aug 2003|02:33am] |
According to TrustMetrics (http://www.gothboffs.co.uk/trustflow/trustflow.pl) these are the 50 closest non-friends.
1: scissorbarbie, 2: celticelff, 3: beowulfoflegend, 4: cherith, 5: doricom, 6: janeypoox2, 7: nikodemus, 8: illuminous, 9: justonevoice, 10: treasa, 11: critical_skin, 12: ursulav, 13: novembertrees, 14: happyandsoft, 15: kylebellamy, 16: artoftheempath, 17: somnolence, 18: the9790, 19: likerain, 20: nepasavaler, 21: helenangel, 22: ldreamer, 23: _pyrexia, 24: minnaloushe, 25: poesis, 26: paidmembers, 27: wytchwood, 28: we_are_fae, 29: ubermeg, 30: collect, 31: pocketmole, 32: lunae_dies, 33: trikstar, 34: selfportraits, 35: _fireheart_, 36: branwynangel, 37: mcnakie, 38: art_challenge, 39: elfwood, 40: oceanruins, 41: akariane, 42: quiipa, 43: nikatheharlot, 44: ivoryocean, 45: puckdewd, 46: vcl, 47: yerf, 48: fragileadam, 49: physics, 50: science_debate
Cept none of them are ever going to see this... oh well
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| Being interviewed by Rayvanne... |
[09 Aug 2003|01:44am] |
1. If you happened to find a spider the size of your hand lurking under your bedcovers, would you kill it without a second thought, or would you catch it and then set it free out of doors?
If I found a spider the size of my hand lurking under my bedcovers, I would carefully remove it from my bed and take it out of doors. Then I would mercilessly destroy the abomination. A spider of that size would make a big mess and I'm really not very interested in sleeping in spider guts. However, such a creature would not be native to the local environment, I could not allow such a monstrosity loose in the local ecosystem, and it would be necessary to kill it.
2. If you could not be an artist/illustrator, what would you be and why?
I would probably be very bored. I would probably be in some kind of math or science related field. Engineering perhaps, because it would still allow me to be somewhat creative, and I've always enjoyed math or science. Though, if I did take a career in science I would undoubtably become some kind of mad scientist bent on world domination or zombies. Definately zombies.
3. If you could have any three things in the world, what would they be and why?
Lets see, first I would like an awesome suit of evil looking spiky armor, so I could look totally bad ass. Sure the utility of such a suit is next to zero, but hell if I'm wishing why should I wish for something realistic? Secondly I would definately need a teleporter. There are so many places I would like to go but really hate travelling. I would be able to see lots of great things or visit people important to me but are far away. Lastly, a human skull. I shouldn't need to explain that.
4. If you were given the choice between a piece of choclate, a cold beer, or a crisp red apple, which one would you choose?
I don't drink and I'm not very fond of chocolate. Apple.
5. You have no job, you have no income, yet you have warm clothes, and a roof over your head. What would you do if you had $50 between you and starvation and there was an old homeless lady sleeping on the footpath before you? Would you help her, or would you walk on by?
Help a stranger or starve? I' am quite fond of eating, so too bad for her.
Want to play along? Here are the Rules...
1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ with the five questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed. And it just keeps going, and going, and going.
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[06 Aug 2003|07:47pm] |
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Yay! Four continual days of a headache. I get to go to the doctor tomarrow. Maybe they'll take CAT scans or MRI's or something really cool like that. Maybe I'll have a tumor or something. Wait, that's not cool. Well it's kinda cool, but kinda not cool. Oh well. My head hurts too much to complain about something proper. Sorry to dissapoint you all.
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[04 Aug 2003|10:25pm] |
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Well, I'm back home, unfortunately. I am now very bored and very much missing Saskya's company. My cat isn't nearly as well behaved then Saskya's cats. My head hurts. I have no useful way to spend my time. I have nothing better to do than complain, but that's what a Livejournal is for, isn't it?
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| AMI!!! |
[28 Jul 2003|11:34am] |
Well I am back from the Association of Medical Illustrators annual meeting. I had a great time there and it was a fantastic learning experience. Seeing all that fantastic artwork is very humbling and inspiring. Getting to talk to people like Fred Harwin (he makes eyeballs, how cool is that?) or learn techniques from Bill Andrews.
I also got to have a wonderful chat with Don Seegmiller, who isn't a medical illustrator but instead a sci-fi/fantasy and video game artist. Watching him work right in front of your eyes was great.
The meeting this year was held in New Orleans, so in addition to attending the meeting I got a chance to stomp around the streets of the French Quarter and roam up and down Burbon street. The best thing I saw though would have to be my proffessor, Glen, really drunk and singing and dancing in the street.
It really was a fantastic time, and I hope that I will be able to attend the meeting next year in Cleveland.
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[22 Jul 2003|03:02am] |
Well, seeing as how I now have interesting company, I actually have something to talk about. Actually, I have a lot to talk about, suprise suprise. I am down in Florida visiting the talented and beautiful Saskya and having a wonderful time. I got here on Saturday and I got to see the infamous circle. It is an absolutely fantastic place. Have an interesting little story about it too...
Walking back from the circle, I have a flashlight in hand cause it's 1am and pitch black and in sandals out in the forest. Saskya of course has no flashlight because she is wearing boots and knows her way so well that she doesn't need any light. She is telling me about she always likes to scare her friend Lisa when they are out at the circle. She would pretend she heard a noise or say she saw something move, the typical scare kinda stuff. At that very moment as she was telling me about how she would scare Lisa, the flashlight that I was very dependant was afflicted with a terminal case of irony! No flickering, no gradual fading, just dead. It's pitch black a I can't see a damned thing.
Now, I'm not about to be spooked by evil spirits, monsters in the woods, or various and unseen supernatural forces, not a chance. Nothing however unnerves me more than the though of walking head first into a spider web. I am not arachnophobic, but I can't stand bugs of any type touching me. Spider webs are a thousand times worse, a thousad and one if you count the spider in it as well. Of course, I'm in Florida where the spiders are plentiful and can eat your pets. I think I handled the though of the monsterous garden or banana spiders quite well. As dreadfully large as those abominations are, any potential discomfort they could put me in was overshadowed by the infamous brown recluse. Walking into a spider web is pretty bad as it is, but not quite as bad as walking into a spider web and dying. Save me Saskya!
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[14 Jul 2003|08:27pm] |
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Look at me! I'm making a journal entry. Aren't you all proud of me? I know I am.
Well in a few days now I shall be flying off to the Association of Medical Illustrators, down in New Orleans. Before, and after that, though I will be spending some time with Saskya, who I am really looking forward to seeing again. She may deny it, but she totally rocks.
Maybe one of theses days I'll throw some doodles or something up here, if I don't forget about this thing again for another couple of weeks.
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[11 Jun 2003|02:12am] |
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Right.... I have one of these things
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[19 Apr 2003|01:01pm] |
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The fun never ends when I sleep!
There I am in a strange stone building. I know I am underground. The room I am in is circular and made of crudely cut stone. The room is poorly lit and the celing is hidden in the darkness. There are small candles placed periodically along the walls, casting eerie shadows and flickering lights. On both sides of the circular room there are spiral stone staircases winding upwards.
Against the back wall, there's a metal coffin. Normally one would assume that the coffin would contain a vampire, but for some reason I knew it didn't. I was also somewhat preoccupied at the moment, because I was battling hordes of zombies! The undead just kept coming, but as a seasoned zombie slaying machine, I was more than prepared for them! These zombies were absolutely foul in appearence, all withered and emaciated with clawlike hands. I didn't care, cause I had a grenade launcher and was blowing up zombies left and right! I can't even begin to describe the foulness of the scene, and anyone without an iron stomach would have been have been sickened. Zombie bits and gore were flying all over the place and I was enjoying myself, laughing as I blew them to pieces. Keep them coming!
There was a hazy part of the dream. There was something about me dealing with a malevolent disembodied hand (yes, I know). I think I stuffed it in one of those plastic pretzel barrels and threw it in the dumpster. After that, me and some unknown person were interrogating a zombie in the circular stone room. This zombie could talk, and he had quite a sarcastic sense of humor. "Guys. guys, come on, lets be reasonable about this." We placed him in the previously mentioned metal coffin. He wasn't telling us what we wanted to know, so the other guy pulled the lever next to the coffin. The coffin receded back into the stone, driving huge poles through it, and the zombie inside gave a muffled scream. The coffin came forward again and we opened it, and the perforated zombie was not happy with us.
It got hazy again, but then things became clear again. I was in a different surronding than before. I looked around and realized where I was: Tricks and Traps. I was in a level of Doom 2. So I opened a door and proceded to battle the cacodaemons with my favorite double barreled shotgun. They posed no threat to me. I defeated them and walked to the back of the room. Suddenly shadow beasts teleported in on the far side and raced towards me. They proved no match for my shotgun skills and they all died before me.
The dream got confusing again. For some reason I was waist deep in water, trying to activate a strange rusted machine in order to raise the water level to cool a pit of lava. I needed to do this so I could get around the two lurking cyberdaemons that patrolled the bridge above the lava. There was some evil woman down there trying to stop me, but I defeated her. Defeating her however made me evil so was about to go do something evil, but I woke up.....
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[14 Apr 2003|01:55am] |
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Yay for bizzare dreams!
So I'm upstairs in a very fancy large house. The house itself is of rather classic design, nothing very modern about it. I somehow know that the house is unbelivably huge, but I've only seen the hallway and the room I'm in. The room itself is dark and poorly lit, and I cannot see the walls or the ceiling. Someone has been killed in a gruesome and brutal manner, and in the room I'm in there's a fat guy on a table, which is the only thing that is lit in the entire room. He's blubbering and whining cause he saw what killed the guy. He was too much of a mental wreck to describe anything though, so I step out of the room into a poorly lit hallway.
So I step out of the room, and into the equally poorly lit hallway for a moment and think to myself for a moment. I step back into the room, and the fat guy isn't there. There is however a grisly gorey mess on the table where he use to be. I look around the room and suddenly realize that there are gore covered chains, ending in hooks, hanging all around me. Well, the place is starting to look like a Hellraiser movie, so I look around the room and... crap, there's Pinhead. He's just standing there looking very cool and passive. At this point I decide it would be prudent to leave.
So I race out of the room and down the hallway. On the right wall there is this ornate looking stone face and head level. I dive under it as some nasty blade thing shoots out in an attempt to decapitate me. I continue running down the hall and find a long elaborate staircase. I start towards the stairs, but decide against it when I see the succubus with a battle axe waiting for me at the bottom. I abandon that idea and continue runing down the hallway. I come to another set of ornate stairs and look down them, unfortunately the succubus with the battle axe is there too, so I keep running.
I come to a large wide winding ramp. This one however is very modern in design, sqaure and brightly lit, with flourecent lights running through the sides and whatnot. I don't see a succubus so I run down the ramp. The ramp leads to the ground level and I run through some open glass doors and outside. Outside it is night time and I can see a road off in the distance. I run to the road, and there is this woman in a car, watching some children near the side of the road. Another car drives up, and I know it's the badguys car, but they know they can't touch me near the children, so they drive off frustrated. I get a ride with the woman away from the creepy house.
For some reason though I need to go back to the house. So the next night I am there outside the house, looking for a way in. I find a small door in a small stone arch and enter the house. I walk up one of the elegant staircases and there are no succubi around. I wander around aimlessly till I find the big modern ramp again and walk down it again. At the bottom of the stairs though I run into some hired goon and he attempts to take me out. My martial arts skills are no match for him and I effortlessly defeat him. I decide it would be prudent to leave again.
So I head through the same glass doors again to the night outside. This time, however, I'm in trouble, because someone must have hit the alarm, and now in the distance I can see large stone walls rising. I am now trapped. To my left I see two guys approaching, one of them was the guy that I beat up. This time however, one of them is armed with a rediculously long antique looking rifle. I turn the other direction and run around a stone corner. Instead of keeping running I flatten myself up against the wall. The two goons run right by me and after they pass I turn around and run the way that they came. It takes them a little while to realise but they turn around and start after me.
I am still a good distance ahead of them when they turn around but in the distance I can see a mean looking attack dog running towards me. I'm trapped now, and I know I can't deal with the two guys with the gun and the dog at the same time, so I have to act fast, so I quickly devise a plan! The dog, which looked like a doberman, runs up to me and before he can do anything I pet him gently on the head. He appreciatively towards me and runs towards the other two guys.
The dog grabs the end of the rifle in his mouth and tries to yank it out of the guy's hand while the guy struggles with him for it. I turn around and run after the two. The other guy comes after me and again I knock him down with no effort. By now, however, the other guy had gotten the gun away from the dog and pointed it at me. I grabbed the barrel of the gun and bent it around back towards the guy holding it. He pulls the trigger and the gun explodes in his hands. Then my alarm went off, and it ended.
Even though this sounds like a nightmare, I wasn't at all scared at any point. Whenever anything looked bad, I would react with an "Aw... crap" emotion and just figure out what else to do. Very odd.
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[02 Apr 2003|01:07pm] |
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Blarg. I forget I have one of these things. My life is boring, so don't expect frequent updates. I'm sure you aaaaaaaaaaaall (all three of you) want to hear about the fascinating time I had sitting on my ass starring at a monitor
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