May 30, 2007
Ancient AMVs Recovered From Ocean Floor
These two videos aired on MTV in 1991, when I was 10 and a constant viewer. I was completely and instantly hooked. I didn't even know what that style of art was called, but I knew I wanted to draw sexy girls just like that. Also, I wanted to run around having adventures with a cigar and a gun. And blue hair.
(Nice to know I haven't changed that much since I was a kid.)
I can't even remember how many times I'd tape a sheet of tracing paper over the TV and copy the paused art right off the screen.
I eventually found out who Lum was in 1995, when I turned into an Internet freak and discovered Urusei Yatsura fan galleries.
You should have seen my locker door Lum shrine that school year.
That's all I have to write about for now. Tomorrow we leave for Texas, and so I'm off to get some sleep before the drive. Hope everyone is doing well!
May 21, 2007
AFK! Con season
Wish me luck! I'm off to North Carolina for Animazement, and then to Texas for A-Kon the following weekend.
I've never driven 1000 miles on my own before, so I'm a little bit nervous. But I've filled my iPod with about 26 gigs of good, solid road-trippin' music (a deliciously butt-rocky melange of Rush, Grand Funk Railroad, Tupac, Jackson Browne, Jay-Z, Tom Petty and Bonnie Pink, to name a few) and fully intend to have a slamming good time.
This morning I woke up from another of my corpse-in-the-water dreams. This time I was working at a meat packing plant, and whenever I looked out the window there was this nude, mutilated human corpse half-submerged in the shallow bend of the river.
The story around the plant was that the corpse had been a tranny who surprised the wrong boyfriend and was murdered and dumped in the water. Everyone in town knew about what had happened, but nobody seemed to care about cleaning it up or calling the police. So there it stayed, putrefying and growing steadily more horrifying with every passing week. It was lying belly-up, and the face was the worst thing I ever saw.
People mostly didn't even notice it anymore. I was the only one who thought it was still worth discussing. I very deliberately turned my attention elsewhere every time I walked past the place where the body was, I could still see the shape out of the corner of my eye and smell the stink no matter how hard I tried not to.
Then there was an incredible wind-storm, and the next day the body was gone. I woke up still worrying about where it might have fetched up, and vowing I'd never swim in that river again.
In July I will be celebrating the 14th anniversary of this recurring dream. Such a momentous occasion!
Should I bake a cake? Stay awake? Swim in a lake?
Anyway.
I'll end this post on a slightly less grotesque note. Here's the spiel I've crossposted everywhere else people check for comic updates:
Kagerou will be back on the 9th of June. While we're gone, don't forget to check out the ongoing raffle for a chance to appear and die in the comic!
I've never driven 1000 miles on my own before, so I'm a little bit nervous. But I've filled my iPod with about 26 gigs of good, solid road-trippin' music (a deliciously butt-rocky melange of Rush, Grand Funk Railroad, Tupac, Jackson Browne, Jay-Z, Tom Petty and Bonnie Pink, to name a few) and fully intend to have a slamming good time.
This morning I woke up from another of my corpse-in-the-water dreams. This time I was working at a meat packing plant, and whenever I looked out the window there was this nude, mutilated human corpse half-submerged in the shallow bend of the river.
The story around the plant was that the corpse had been a tranny who surprised the wrong boyfriend and was murdered and dumped in the water. Everyone in town knew about what had happened, but nobody seemed to care about cleaning it up or calling the police. So there it stayed, putrefying and growing steadily more horrifying with every passing week. It was lying belly-up, and the face was the worst thing I ever saw.
People mostly didn't even notice it anymore. I was the only one who thought it was still worth discussing. I very deliberately turned my attention elsewhere every time I walked past the place where the body was, I could still see the shape out of the corner of my eye and smell the stink no matter how hard I tried not to.
Then there was an incredible wind-storm, and the next day the body was gone. I woke up still worrying about where it might have fetched up, and vowing I'd never swim in that river again.
In July I will be celebrating the 14th anniversary of this recurring dream. Such a momentous occasion!
Should I bake a cake? Stay awake? Swim in a lake?
Anyway.
I'll end this post on a slightly less grotesque note. Here's the spiel I've crossposted everywhere else people check for comic updates:
Kagerou will be back on the 9th of June. While we're gone, don't forget to check out the ongoing raffle for a chance to appear and die in the comic!
May 19, 2007
Art Post, The Second
Because everyone has been asking for them, I finally got around to redoing the Naruto chibi. Then I added three others for good measure, just because I was on a roll.
I haven't seen enough of the show to be familiar with their quirks. Except for Sasuke, who is a flaming homosexual, and Naruto, who you can kind of just tell is one of those borderline-retarded kids with sticky fingers, constantly fapping it to his sexy-no-jutsu reflection in the mirror.
Note to self: find out their catchphrases so I can make fun of them...
May 18, 2007
Dream On
I had another dream about Mom.
This time, she came to my house in her old lime-green Impala that she used to drive when I was a little kid. In the real world, this car had rusted in our driveway for over five years after it broke down, before they finally hauled it away. But now here it was, working again. The back was full of boxes. Her parakeets were there too, making the usual racket from their cage.
I was pissed because she was wearing herself out coming up to see me like this. Mom said she'd had it with the Midwest and was on her way to the East Coast. I panicked and told her I would get her a plane ticket right away so she wouldn't have to drive. She laughed and said she was doing just fine.
"But you don't even have a license!" I said.
"I just got one yesterday." she replied, and smiled. And then I noticed that she looked younger than I remembered. She wasn't even wearing her oxygen cannula anymore.
Right around then I started to figure out it was a dream, but I deliberately ignored the idea because I wanted it to go on for as long as possible.
I ran to the car as she was making her way out of the parking lot and gave her a huge hug and said embarrassing stupid emotional things.
Then she drove away, heading on down the road to the East Coast, and I stood in the parking lot crying harder than I've cried in years because Mom was actually dead, and this was only a dream.
This time, she came to my house in her old lime-green Impala that she used to drive when I was a little kid. In the real world, this car had rusted in our driveway for over five years after it broke down, before they finally hauled it away. But now here it was, working again. The back was full of boxes. Her parakeets were there too, making the usual racket from their cage.
I was pissed because she was wearing herself out coming up to see me like this. Mom said she'd had it with the Midwest and was on her way to the East Coast. I panicked and told her I would get her a plane ticket right away so she wouldn't have to drive. She laughed and said she was doing just fine.
"But you don't even have a license!" I said.
"I just got one yesterday." she replied, and smiled. And then I noticed that she looked younger than I remembered. She wasn't even wearing her oxygen cannula anymore.
Right around then I started to figure out it was a dream, but I deliberately ignored the idea because I wanted it to go on for as long as possible.
I ran to the car as she was making her way out of the parking lot and gave her a huge hug and said embarrassing stupid emotional things.
Then she drove away, heading on down the road to the East Coast, and I stood in the parking lot crying harder than I've cried in years because Mom was actually dead, and this was only a dream.
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