BRI BRI

 Look who's introduced me to the magic of stereographs XD
He's brilliant. I want to read his book on them, though I probably won't understand it quite right for a few years.
The only research done on them. Brian May is quite fantastic.

Cross your eyes until you see three pictures- The middle is in 3D. 3D BRIAN! I want to be brian when I grow up. Maybe I'll grow out my hair, get it even curlier. I'll be one of those curly white haired guitarist old people. I will have lived my dream. And we both wear vests. I think I've found my new best friend XD

And here's an old one. Sharp ones are the best.
AND, I ALSO DID SOME DRAWING TODAY.

His hair turned out lovely. It needs a few random strands and texture to make it look more real, but it does look good. Best hair I've ever done, and it wasn't too hard.
I SHOULD DRAW A STEREOGRAPH! OF BRIAN MAY! For his birthday- Well, thought it would be in May, but it's in July.
I'm tired, that's the time I usually rave about guitarists with a lot of exclamation points. GROOVY.
HAVE A NICE DAY, AND EAT YOUR CAKE.

Just teaching my headless friend how to stand

 This was a day of progress, though I nearly got yet another cut, this time on my thumb. Only got part of my cuticle, no blood.
AND HE CAN ALMOST STAND! If I hold his knees, or his arms. I made temporary feet, and they don't even work. But they are okay for a temporary place holder. I also did more Ziggy painting- AND MY LAST DIGITAL DRAWING OF HIM IS NOW THE FIFTH RESULT FOR ZIGGY STARDUST ON GOOGLE IMAGES =D (Second for safe search- gets stuck on there when I'm on the school's network). Well, that's all for today.

THE ELBOW

CHECK OUT DEM ELBOWS. Double jointed and all. He can bend his lower arm to almost touching his upper arm and hold that position- Pretty good in my opinion. I just have to find the missing shoulder from the other side and make another. That one piece caused me to cut my fingers three times. One was a bit deep, and I now have blood on my floor. Too dull to cut through clay properly but sharp enough to inflict a good amount of pain. AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR DAT.

The letter "E" is concealed by a man in white.

You may be wondering why I havn't posted in the last couple of days. You may be. You probably wern't but let's assume you were for this.
There was a reason.
Assuming that, it all started when I put olive oil in a bowl. There was a reason for that, but with the frame of mind I am in now it seems quite frivolous. And may not be suitable for my blog. Well, actually that was all in my dream last night- And frankly, that oil looked and tasted a lot like butter.
It all really started when I was- Well, I was going to think of something entertaining, but I won't.
That event exactly.
LAZINESS. It consumed me. Well, not quite laziness, but I just didn't feel it necessary. But I did it today. That's all that matters. For all you know, I could of posted them, and then deleted them. But I wouldn't do that. I have never deleted a word after it was posted. Though I did delete a couple of pictures at the beginning- I was proud of them, and then a couple months later thought they were stupid and that someone would actually see them. Me. My own foolish pride. But really, all my stuff from back then looks equally stupid and brings joy to my eyelids. And where ever else joy happens to go.
Meanwhile, I have a prototype for a double elbow joint- Except I was lazy and decided to try and microwave the polymer clay (in a bowl of covered water, of coarse) and it is very fragile and does not look aesthetically pleasing. I'm working on another.

ANSWER: Photoshop XD

Yeah. The pinnacle of cat fashion. That's right. I better sleep though XD

MONEY DOLLAR BILLS

I had a strange dream last night. It was on a space ship. In secret. OH YEAH.
It wasn't quite as exciting as it sounds by the description. But it was odd. And will not be included in my novel.
I burnt my hand with tea.
I also finished the project that was hanging over me the past few weeks. It was easier than I wanted it to be, but that's all I had time for.
AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR DAT.
Eat pie, and hug fat cats
It was sunny today, for about thirty minuets. I was so happy. Euphoric. Like walking in a field of pastel blues and yellows, bitter crunches beneath your feet and you find fat cats, and all the personas of David Bowie. That is Euphoria, my friend.
And macha tea. Don't forget that.
And my finals went well. Fantastically so.
I have a fluffy cat. It is fluffy. I should sleep now.

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YEAH. THIS IS MY BESTEST FAT FRIEND. #YOGOSNAG

yyyyyyyoyyyyoyyyyooyyyooyyyooyyyoyyyooyoyy

MY FACE IS STUCH IN A SMILE.

TEA TIME.

Well, I finished the second season of Legend of Korra. I heard it wasn't as good as the first, but I thought it was pretty good. The conclusion was weak, didn't like how she got out of touch with the past avatars and only with the avatar spirit introduced a few episodes prior (good bye to aang who started the show), but other than that it was fine. Loved the story about the first avatar. I was expecting to hear about Lin Beifong, though- But I guess they'll save that for the next season. Meanwhile, my comic for language arts is pretty good. I'll probably have to cut down on my other project to make it for the semester, but oh well.
That's my ranting for the day, over the squeezed remains from a second hand tea bag. One of my last jasmine ones, too- Yet still brewed to light perfection.
And my tubby cat friend likes peanut butter.

JUST WORKIN' ON MY SCHOOLWORKS.

I read The Fifth Beatle again. Twice today. I LOVE THAT BOOK =D
But now I have to do a project on it. BUT I CAN DRAW!
But I'm already drawing for a project.
And Donatello needs a haircut before I take picutres for my art presentation...
BUT THAT CAN STILL WAIT XD
I'm working on my comic for Things Fall Apart. It'll be cool.
And my cat is a chubby blob of cat fat. 

CHUB.

This is what happens when you swallow too much toothpaste over the course of a lifetime. This can easilly be prevented by taking safe measures, such as rinsing your mouth with diluted rubbing alcohol each morning or not engaging in dental hygene activities all together. 

This is Arnold Williams. Or was, however. He swallowed too much toothpaste and now is living in a rehab center- Though rehabilitation from such a state is close to impossible. Each morning his food is fed to him through a straw, and has to be both gluten free and at least 80% seaweed. His hair is shaved every two months and is donated to various fields of research. Scientists say it is harvested from former Arnold Williams with his consent, but communication is confusing since he can only vocalise through his nostrils. He has been suspended in this state for 35 years, but you probably havn't heard of them. The toothpaste industry didn't want the news to get out, so they bribed the FDA. So you havn't heard until now. Please don't endanger your health- Abstain from brushing your teeth more than once a week. 

867-5309. If only they included the area code.

I'm tired. BUT YEAH.
DO DO DO DO DO DO.
NIGERIA.
I like food.

CASEUM II

Well, just sketchin'. Comics. For school.

This post is dedicated to Mr. Rogers. Because he is awesome. Some day, I hope to be that awesome too. Each cardigan he wore was knit by his mother. And he was a vegetarian. Along with various other awesome things.
AND I HAVE TEA.

MY FINGERS ARE PEELING.

I want a picture of my fat friend on a shirt.

DJEE

Well, I made some progresses today. I successfully made 1:6 scale pants.
Been a while since I worked on this guy XD His hair looks awful right now, in the middle of cutting it, and it's wet. But he's got some awesome pants, with a belt. Belt needs a buckle, but oh well.
I don't remember his face looking this good- For it's size, it has great detail. Think I'll tone down the eye makeup though.

CATS ARE FULL OF LARD.

EYELASHEZ.

Ziggy played guitar...

It's David Bowie's birthday, and this is how far I got- Not much of a change from yesterday, couldn't get the eyelashes right and then proceeded to "waste time"- But I agree with Lennon, time enjoyed is not wasted.
But I didn't get anything done XD
So, it's David Bowie's 67th birthday, famed founder of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Long Haired Men. Also quite fantastic at playing dress up.
Happy birthday Bowie =D
(Go on tour XD)

YÖ

GUESS WHAT- DAVID BOWIE'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW. And the drawing I drew for that last year can be seen as one of the top image results when you search Ziggy Stardust on google.

And here's the next one. Might have to lower the hair, see how it goes. And that face is turning out a bit fantastic.
Just have to make the hand look like the rest. The coloring got changed on me. 

Just chillin' with my fat friend.

Yeah. I have a headache centered around my left eyebrow. And this is fat.

EAT FOOD EAT FOOD EAT FOOD EAT FOOD.

OH YEAH. COLORING TIME. He's going to be lovely.
I need sleep. YEAH. I need to eat a bit.
I might just have to.

CIRCLE CAT.

YEAH. THIS IS WHAT I'VE GOT SO FAR. Not so bad for a short amount of time. Just sketched it, scanned it in and started coloring. Been looking at some brilliant tutorials. His expression is a little off from my original vision, but I'll fix that. Make the mouth slightly narrower, ease some of the darkness under the brows, then I'll do his makeup. YEAH. Then there's the hand, and the hair... But my cat is a muffin, and that is that.

THE THING IS, when I get tired brilliant things come to mind, but I have no way of converting them into a useful form. PH IS PHRIEND.

I like this. Yeah. I like that color, too. LOOK AT IT! Pure magic.

HAPPY NEW FACE.

Well, got sculpting done- Have to start somewhere XD This is what I've got so far.

Yeah. Fully articulateble, man. I think I'll start on (one of) the head soon. I have to wait a while until the stuff I'm using for the finished joints to come in. Working on the mechanics, then I'll work on the aesthetics. That will be fantastic- At least the limbs will. Limbs are easy, hands and feet are delightful when you get them right, head is always fun but this torso will be tricky. I can see it getting tiring. Too much space to work with at once. And my elbow joints are positively AWFUL, my hip joints are not really operatable at the moment, but I still have the shoulders and knees. Those are fantastic. 

Congratulations

I stayed up until the next year, and will now celebrate with cheese, sparkling cider and my obese cat friend.

WOOO

I just played the doctor who google doodle game AND WON. HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EAVE. NO IDEA HOW TO SPELL THAT, AND THE END. EAT PIE.

MMMHMM.

Well, today I sanded a lot. And had tea. And will have tea. I will always tea. 

My hair is in my face, right in the middle. And it only reaches the top of my nose. HAPPINESS.

HOLY MOTHER OF FAT. I TOOK A SELFIE. 

It ain't so lame though.

The quiff of awesomeness.

I AM NOW LIBERATED FROM KERATIN.

OH YEAH. HAIRCUT TIME.

It's pretty epic. MY HAIR IS ALL SOFT AND BRISTLY IN THE BACK XD Makes me happy. Probably donated about 12 inches on average. Quite a lot of hair.
Well, I'm tired, good night, the end. I'll do something interesting tomorrow, maybe. STAY TUNED...

Well, that was two days and I no longer really care. Now I have more to life than posting words on the internet, or lying about when I did it man. I do whatever I want- Only a slave to my inspiration and insanity now. Just hope I can get to sleep without screaming tonight.

Well, today I started to make some eyes. Because that's what I do. I don't know why, but a sence of fear has come over me, like something is behind me. Staring at me, but I think I'll ignore that until it makes the room go dark. Only speculation, but I have to be aware of my neck.
Maybe I should have some tea. Tea is good. Maybe that's my problem. Or the weather, or something in my brain truly is rotting away because really- Nothing is wrong. Ignoring that, everything is fine and dandy. Unfortunately you can't excape your own brain's reality. It's like you get trapped on a different plane for a while, terrifying and senseless, just to bring up all the mistakes in what appears to be the real world. And then you start to think you've hurt people, killed people- But it's not true yet it is, transformed into a monster and you can't excape.
It went away after an hour last night, couldn't bear going in my bed so I sat on the floor, singing a song by the who. Then I ate a banana and had a dream about something terribly dull. Dull is sweeter than terror, now I know. But the feeling of being bored brings on more than it should...
I don't want to go to sleep. I'm sad, lonely and afraid and I don't know why.
And I keep on seeing people behind me, clothed in dark things.
I realised today that I didn't want everything that I ever wished for to be true, because I don't want to die.
I just don't want to go to sleep in the dark. That's all I ask for right now.
And I don't want them to kill me.

123456POKEMON.

Yeah. Just a sneak preview of my new line of stickers. The sketch that has adorned my computer for the past two weeks has finally made it to the digital world.
I got an Oscar Wilde action figure today. It was quite the euphoric expirience.

And look what we have here. FANTASTIC, ISN'T IT? I have most of the body done for the first stage- Knee joints, elbow joints, shoulder joints, torso joint and all that. All that's missing is the hip joints and the hands and feet, and then the head. Pretty good for a couple of weeks- Way easier than they made it out to be XD

Well that's all, peace and love, war is over if you want it, and that's all there is for today. Good night.
 I may get my mop chopped off tomorrow. That will be enjoyable.

Younger than your mom.

Pie, pie, fat pie fat pie pie, pie, fat pie fat pie pie, pie, pie pie. 

War is over, if you want it.

Just think about the butter consumed every single day.

Well, I have most of the parts of the ball jointed doll sculpted functionably. Quite fantastic. Can't string it well anymore though- Need a longer needle. Well, good day, PEACE AND LOVE, And that is all.
Eat pie for me.

Skinny cat... FAT CAT. Skinny cat... FAT CAT.

Well, had a lot of eggnog. And stuff.
And my computer is running out of battery.
CREAM CHEESE AND PIE.
I must have SOEMTHING to put here. Think it's my 1200th post, too XD

MAGIC RABITS.

I see the color orange, and rasperry voices. Pools of turquoise and oddities, like what you saw in the papers last week. It could of been last year, you could of even been imagining it. I don't know- You're doing it. Right now. All I see is black and white, letters upon letters upon letters, all jumping and jumping and jumping, as if they were striving to drive me mad with their bare sounds and voices. I don't know why they'd do it. They just do. Bright and dark, black and white, all around and everywhere. Haunting tones, echoing vision. I see echoes. All around, all echoes clouding up the current view of vision. And sounds feel cold right now, or cold sounds like that. I'm not sure, but everything sounds and tastes like plastic. 

Look, I'm going to name this post something different.

Last night I had a dream about erasing championships. A team of children had made it to the erasing nationals, being the best at erasing things from paper, and it was apperantly a big deal. And now I'm tired.

WELL.

I have my upper arm joints all figured out- Now just have to perfect the shoulders.
YEAH. Once the hard part's all done, I'll make it look good. I'll make it look EXCELENT.
And that is all, for now. 

AND THE PROGRESS KEEPS ON A'ROLLIN'.

Well, I started the ball joint making today- I have a mold for the shoulder joints out of polymer clay, attatched temporary joints to the upper arms and managed to make them work with the shoulders. That is progress. AND THE INTERNET SAID THIS WOULD BE HARD... They obviously havn't tried rooting hair into clay. 

Now I just have to find my pieces I set on my desk somewhere... BLIMEY, I NEED TO SORT IT ALL OUT.

WHOOPS.

I drank stuff. Caffenated stuff. And the printer isn't working. And my tounge hurts.
SECRET TUNNEL, SECRET TUNNEL
THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS!
SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL!
YEAH.

WOOO YEAH.

I made progress today. Well, I feel like I did. I have all the cores for the limbs and torso. That makes ten pieces for my ball jointed SCULPTURE (sculpture preserves my dignity. But yes, essentially a souped up doll). He'll be beutiful XD
Now I just need to do the joints (Which may take a LONG TIME), six for the arms (wrists, elbows and shoulders), the joint connecting the upper and lower torsos, six for the legs (hips, knees and ankles), and the neck to head joint, which will be probably far after. That is fourteen joints. And I have to do the head, of coarse, but I'm making at least two (At this point one based on Matt Smith and one on David Bowie XD Then, maybe a George Harrison. That would be fun making the little guitars.)
Yeah, so if I sell them, might only get to selling the heads, I'd have three models of heads based on that plan there- Smith, Bowie and Harrison. Could name them differently, with notes on who they're based on. Don't think I'll face copyright issues since it'll be extremely few castings XD
I'll take artistic lisence, change 'em up to my liking. Loosely based.
HOLY FACE I FORGOT TO FINISH MY TEA- I'll just post the pictures of my pieces so far:

Here's the upper torso and an old unfinished head above it. And my messed up mop of hair XD

YEAH. More pieces, the upper and lower torso and AN UPPER ARM.

Lower torso, upper and lower LEG.
That's some hard core sculpting there XD
(Easiest stuff I've done, starting to really make me scared- If this is easy, something is going to have to be as hard as keeping a cat from a box)

A MI ME GUSTA.

I watched the 8th doctor. On my list of favorite doctors.
Been sanding the cores of the limbs for my future ball jointed doll. He'll be awesome. Or they. I'll probably be making multiple.
This picture is my friend. 

YAYYY!

I'm watching frosty the snowman. It's happy.
ANYWAYS. I did have something to say.
The night before last I had a dream about The Who. Pete Townshend ordered a lot of food. And that is all.

Fan.

I am cold and silent.
When I was a child, I was never told of my own existence.
Makes me sad... In a sweet way, like chocolate, the color purple and long eyelashes.
In the days of old, that I've been so facinated about,
I could be a fellon.
But that's alright, things change.

I get my words mixed up.
I keep things in my pockets. I like cold metal, when it's warm out.
I'm a dandy head case. 

MY GOODNESS.

Well, I made the cores for my future BJD. It was pretty cool, man. I thought it would be hard, then it was easy, then it was hard, then it was easy, then it was hard AGAIN. Yet then it was easy. Once I sand them, they will form the limbs. Then I have to do the body. It will be interesting.
Now, by cores, I mean most of the mass of it. I just made the basic shapes, and now I will sand them down and then proceed to add to them. Making details, lengthening, adding joints and the like. That will take a fat amount of time. I basically just made a piece of the armature. But this will be FUN. I won't have to root the hair into the clay head, like I did once XD Donatello still needs his hair trimmed. That may be daunting. But anyways, I must of done something else today. I had an interesting dream, but I forgot it. I need to sleep. I had food today and bought a bandana. And I am now 5505 days old.

I FEEL ALIVE.

Well, good day or result of feeding a fire, call it what you will.
I'm happy. Very much so.
Events, faces, places, sounds, thoughts and chemicals. With all those odd sensations inbetween, and what-ifs. I'm a dreamer again. I feel like I have climbed out of a pit to a large vat of orange juice- hot air, cool liquid, buckets of paint and the sound of The Kinks sailing through the air, leisurely.
I don't know. I havn't drawn in a while, and I just did a twenty minuet sketch. It made me happy. I am very happy. Thinking about today- My it was ordinary, but good. It was good. My eyes are watering, and it is good.
That is why you never starve a fire. Feed it more. And more.
And get a good job to pay for it all.

Anyways, I did draw a 20 minuet sketch, and it looks good. That hasn't happened in a very long time.

 Mod-esque fashion.
I finally cut a few of the hairs off of the back of my head, the ones that kept on sticking out because they were the wrong length. Sounds brutal now, condemming the diverse, yet it makes me happy. If I get condemmed, I can condemm my hair. I spell condemm how I want.

I also finally watched the 50th aniversary of DOCTOR WHO. IT WAS FANTASTIC. And Tom Baker was there at the end. That was fantastic. I, for the first time in my life, am caught up with Doctor Who. Now I have to wait until christmas. Which isn't too far off XD
I think I'll go drink some orange juice. And see where I go from there.

Good luck world, HERE I AM REBORN.

So, I have regained my old edge and vigor. That's always nice XD I was at a loss for the last few weeks, lacking an outlet for my artistic expression, forced to sit and wait in a box while I did endless pages of homework XD Could be worse. But I'm happy now. I fit, or at least I will until I really consider it.
I'm a head case. And that is all.

Jimmy was just a small town girl, 

Decided to go to the theater

She learned about hate, and an unfailing love

And decided she wanted to meet her 

So she packed her bags, and cut her hair

Stepped out the door and Jimmy was born

And there was the end of his troubles.

NNNAY!

Well, I still have things to do but I can't brain anymore. I'll just wait a while.
Hour later, and I still can't XD But I did find this.

The story of my life.
My cat has chub.

"Life begins at forty."

YEAH. AGAIN.

It's late, I'm tired- So here's an Oscar Wilde quote:
"A gentleman is one who never hurts one's feelings unintentionally."

I GOT THE SAVESDHDAY OF THE SEVENTH OF EIGHTY NINE OF YOUR FACE DIE.D

wELL, Everything stretched as we ran acrross the streets, but only I did. Theyd don't know what you whfeas ds asdfueh asdhf ad did you take out the man? They see you when you sleeping, unlike that wans your wmwoanf shdiflsie and then i at e icecream. there you go ien aas soeiru a s d d aefheb b asf FAT CAT and isheof afew Fat Fat Fat Fat there goes m y fingerse and its fhat cats playing. YAYYYY. aodayf fbe reaseis to mlllit siesih. I got faces on my elbows. One dosn't like you, but it's just a catfish with eyelashes. That's all that maters and my eyes arnt nice and adi can't se. I don't lsikes the yottf asdfaht I can't slthhe type on the eeeeeeasfawdhf aI like fasht e as dsafj hs corny shoes are illegal unlike your two fruits in front of you. I've found FINLAND!

HOW MANY TOMATOES CAN YOU SEE?

WHAT DID I USED TO POUR INTO THIS BLOG? I CANNOT RECALL IT. I havn't been able to do much. that is all

MAN, THAT IS A

Well, there you go, have five years to spare
I Don't Know. I must write something. Something interesting.
"Hello, who is this?" Yyttensio spoke into the entry door, hoping despratly that it wasn't another person with a pencil and a book in their hands. He had an event to go to.
"It's the Vallepti." The voice from behind the door said, causing a grin to spread across Yyttensio's face.
"Which one?"
"The only one in this town."
"Good enough." He opened the door to an old friend, adorned with the strange attire he seemed to have aquired over a life time. A vibrant lifetime, one of a dancer. "QuiSian, haven't seen you in days. What-"
"I've been busy with TilMade. Nothing too interesting. Now, what's going on in the life of YytTien?" He raised his eyebrows, as if faced with an interesting matter.
"Well, I've been trying to figure out the new radio signal reciever- I've been getting clearer results from Ullenii, but nothing too interesting yet."
"Good, good! That's fantastic."
Fantastic. Then, for seemingly no reason at all, my heart sunk.
It was a word from Ullennii's English, incooporated into our language from the Starman. I loved the Starman, don't get me wrong- Yet QuiSian had really loved him.
It was an ugly thing to be jealous of a dead man. So very ugly. Ugly enough to be called a Reiduni, yet it was if I couldn't help it.
He found an Acrylleptan who worked with Ullennii's communication. The facts about me were all he seemed to need.
"Now, what about imaging? How are the satellites?" He asked.
"Not any thing new since you last asked, but I have gotten quite some improvement on the medical devices I've been developing-"
"Well, that's nice." He nodded, putting on a smile. "You know, I was just going down to the west side of town. Nearly sunset, wondering if you might want to go."
"Did you ever want to go to Ullennii?" I asked.
"What?"
"Did you ever want to go, as the Starman?"
"No, no, YyTien." He laughed softly, "I'm not cut out for that- Couldn't even spot it through a telescope. You know that."
"Yes... Then why are you so interested in the technology we've been developing?"
"Well... I never said I wasn't interested in Ullenni, or the position and ideas of the Starman for that matter." He paused, taking out a Likanoi stem from his pocket and sucking on it's powdered insides. "You know that. Everyone knows that. I knew him, better than anyone else did. Lived in my house, with TilMade. I'm a logicless idealist, as he would say. He's one too-"
"Was. He's dead."
"We don't know that for certain-"
"The craft exploded, burned up- And the humans didn't even find it's remains. The Starman is dead." I folded my arms. "And that means Donatello is too."
"Alright, so you say he's dead. Alright. And it has nothing to do with the west side of town."
"I'M TIRED OF WRITING.

OW.

Well, I'm tired yet again. There you go.

MEH IT GOT LATE.

WELL, NOTHING TO SAY. I'M COLD. THERE YOU GO.

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING.

My eyes are burning, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY....
Well, day after NaNoWriMo. YEAH. AND I'M SICK. And lightheaded. And keep on wasting time. THAT'S ALL XD