Tis the Season

TIS THE SEASON OF SELF INDULGENCE!


Merry Whatever your family, culture, tradition calls it!  After finishing my last shift before the holiday last night, the spirit totally possessed me when I took that first sip of Light Nog and Bacardi Oakhart.  

 

My brother also got me a set of Copic markers, in sketching grays, so I am so stoked to play around with them.

 

Wishing you a happy holiday full of magic and cheer one family event, gift, and party at a time!

Lots of festive love,

Thing of Stuff

Self Control

The holidays are a time of indulgence.  Sadly, I've been in a really strange frame of mind lately: probably because finals are eating all my brain power.  I keep spending money I don't have and day dreaming far too much.  Anyway, a Christmas posting spree is about to go down after the next 2 days.  Today was day one of a three day Psychology examgasm.

A word of advice for anyone, all the time: don't drink a big coffee when your body is not used to sugary caffeine then go on the public transit without a washroom for over an hour.  It sometimes means you wet yourself 5 feet from your door.

Not that it happened. 

Whatever, It's almost time to party.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sub9edhmeR8

Dreams, finally!

     If you look in the notes on my iPod touch, there are only dreams and really important quotes from silly adventures.  Today, let us begin the wild journey into my subconscious (actually I believe in Day Residue and random nerve firings while in REM sleep, but you're here for entertainment not a psychology lecture).
     My drawing abilities are a little rusty right now, so bear with me, and we'll get through this.  Thank glob for 4 day weekends next semester.
     A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was hosting a tonne of people at my family cabin.  There was a property beside ours for sale so we went over to check it out.  Equipped with a full on beach house sleeping cabin and separate boardwalk toilet, I decided to see if it had indoor plumbing.  There was a cat inside the little out-housey structure so I gave it a scritch then dropped trow to tinkle.  In real life, I would never, ever, ever pet a wild, flea and tick ridden cat then touch my junk area, but it's a dream and anything can happen.  And that was certainly the truth.  The toilet had one of those chain dangling flusher pulls, so I had to take advantage of that because I've never used one before.  To my horror, as I stood up to pull my undies and pants up, I had a spongy set of male genitalia.   

     Possibly an even more strange turn of events, the cat I had been petting came out of the toilet.

 

     It told me that it was an ancient demon, but I was pretty pissed off that it gave me a D after petting it and saying nice things to it.  I didn't even call it a pussy.  

     Adjusting to my possibly fake, non-function man parts was really challenging.  The texture was like stress ball material, and was definitely not human skin, or even part of my body. I tried tucking it between my legs, but that made walking really uncomfortable. 

I gave up and put my shorts back on, if anyone notices, maybe the sorcery would go away.  

 

     The terror disappeared from my unnatural package and I returned to my friends, a make-shift Scooby Doo Mystery Team, complete with Chris Hemsworth as Fred.

      Don't get me wrong, Chris Hemsworth is a wicked hunk, no lie.  I just just felt like drawing a derpy version of him for fun. Anyway, I think I had woman-parts again because we went swimming and my bathing suit fit fine and I wasn't embarrassed of my gender ambiguity.
    
     The take-home message from this dream is that I have NEVER, EVER had such a vivid dream about junk before.  Hopefully I haven't scared anyone for life.  It was just so strange.  Here's one more piece of uncomfortable fun to round out the post!

    Future dreams will be waaaaaaaaaaaay less vulgar, I promise! 

Boob Physics

     I know, I know, I keep procrastinating.  I have another modelling gig coming up so I'm working out all the time and have been watching another anime so my free time keeps disappearing (also it's Halloweekend so what else do you expect from me?).  The transition from fall to winter is beginning round these parts so I find myself falling asleep at strange times and screwing myself over productivity-wise.
     Anyway, this anime I'm watching reminded me of something worth pondering, in what universe do ladies have tiny frames and HUGE boobs?  We could go into great depths at the unrealistic standards portrayed in anime, but who really gives a fuck.  It's the physics of boobs in anime that gets me.  The semi-overt movement of breasts during mundane tasks does liven up the show, but as a lady with lady parts, I certainly don't see them in that extent of constant movement.

     Some days, I swear, the gravity of boobs changes.  Different undergarments have different effects too, but there is something else.  Boobies, such an enigma.

I'll be straight with you guys, I'm not sure what I can accomplish over the next few weeks.  Hopefully I can get some drawing done soon, it really is leaving a void in my life without it, but I know this is just a temporary state and I hope to be quirking the internest up again soon....sooooooooon.

Dreams

     I have decided to turn the focus of of this blog onto my dreams for a bit.  Not the lofty goals which keep me awake and smiling at night, but the kind that wake me up at 4am wondering how the random firing at my synapses created the image of a 32 year old Skeletor woman with a tonne of tattoos in a sheer dress sitting on the arm of a couch, and I can only see her from behind and she had an absurdly exaggerated butt cleft that was dirty and soiled but she is somehow, at the same time a guy really important to me. 
     Anyway, one run on sentence later, I can tell you that I've been keeping a log of my most outlandish dreams for the last 3 years.  Illustrations are a must.  Enjoy!

Midterms

     Today, I realized I am over half way done my degree.  I am not a teenager any more.  I am not dating someone that is still a teenager.  I'm still working a dead-end job I've had since I was a teenager, but that is neither here nor there.  Life is pretty flippin' sweet.  Things are happening that are making me very excited for the next 7 years.
     The best part, I decided in the shower, is the interesting people I've met over the last 3 years.  University really is the best way to meet new, smart, interesting people, even if it's totally in passing and by chance.
    In two hours, I have my last midterm.  I have never been so excited for the weekend.  I had a midterm and hour ago, that is also important to know.  It's going to be a rough day, because I'm a paid subject in a synesthesia study at 6pm tonight till 8pm, and I'll be done my multiple choice midterm probably by 3:30.  Oh well, Feast for Crows will keep me company and there's only about 200 pages left.  Time to demolish that.
     Anyway, I've been neglecting this blog again, but putting a lot into my life, so hopefully you can forgive me. 

making my dreams come true and shit!

(I'll add pictures this weekend, I promise.  There are going to be some GNARLY hangovers in the next few days so quietly drawing will be a welcome change.)

How do I make GIFs gently

When one of my boyfriend's ex's likes his shit on facebook.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJjveSgAJrc

I wish I was technologically advanced enough to make GIFs.  Legit post this weekend!