WOO PROGRESS.

Somehow I managed to neglect to post in five days. I don't know how or why that happened. But fortunately, I do know when.
In that time, my sculpt has gotten new knees, CAN STAND, AND HAS A FACE!
YEAH!
Celebration time.

In both, you can see a bit of my hair in it's natural habitat.
I like his new knees. And his face, which you can't really see the detail of. He's quite darling. Those old glass eyes that were too big are coming in handy- In fact, he might even fit an 8mm- A STANDARD SIZE! That is great news, for I can now get the fancy colored Chinese ones. YEAH. SUCCESS.

Today was a fine day, and now I am hungry.

Just a moment-” I did good enough, and yanked the door open.

“Taylor, I’m sorry to bother you, but bennet said you had some reports to fill out.” Steve said, looking shaken up.

“Come right in.” I shut the door behind him, as he let out a gasp.

“Don’t say a word.” He whispered, “Don’t say a single word- not to anyone.”

“Sure- Steve, what’s wrong?”

“You’ve got to swear- You won’t say a word.” He was shaking from his shoulders to his knees, sweat beading up on his brow and wetting the tight curls of his hair.

“Sure, I- Maybe you better calm down, sit.”

“They’re going to kill me!” He gripped my arm, nearly to tears.

“Calm down, sit on my bed here- That’s it, that’s it.” I wrapped my arm around the towering man, feeling his body quiver like a child.

“You know what I mean, I know you do. You’ve seen it- It happened to all of them, you were there every time. I didn’t believe it was you, and now I know it couldn’t have.”

I nearly let out a cry myself. Not Steve- Please not another one.

“They got too close- You can’t get too close. Hari found something, and I saw it. I didn’t want to, but it’s too late now.”

“I won’t let them get you- Just keep quiet. I know, Darrell knows. We’ve lived this far.”

“They think you won’t talk- They know you won’t talk, I don’t think they know why.”

“I’m a coward. That’s all there is to it- Except when other people are going to be hurt.”

“Why are they keeping it a secret- You know, petroleum on mars- It’s practically a godsend.”

“They can’t just drill into another planet. Even they know that it’ll take time, and they don’t want someone else capitalising on that. Besides, we managed to get the news about the life out, now they probably can’t without some tricky underhanded buisness.”

“But who are they?”

“I’m not sure, but more importantly- How do they know?”

“Probably watching us-”

“Don’t worry, Steve. Just don’t even think about it, and it’ll be gone.”

“For now.”

YO.

This is life as we know it.
Yeah.

Another image of me is now eternally preserved on the complex web-like internet.
Congratulations.

The air feels bitter and empty, as it envelopes around me yet again.
There's a pain in my core, and I'm not sure how it got there, much like the scar I've had on my arm.
Kept it since childhood, it's faded but still there.
Like frightening shadows of memories emrerging at night.
Perhaps it causes emptiness.

And perhaps I'll fix myself a nice cup of tea.

Did the hands today. Pretty fantastic.

He has the top of his head and his hands now- COMPLETING ALL THE PIECES. Now for the fun sculpting part, after I get the joints all perfected. And here's my lovely hair- Unbrushed and uncut.
Yeah.

WHOOWHO.

LOOK WHO HAS A HEAD. AND FEET. He's quite lovely.

I made feet today.

YEAH YEAH YEAH

Chunky chunky cats are fat.

Well, I think I might have a bit of something. NO. I will not eat food at this hour. I am no longer hungry.
I started with the neck joint planning, though he looks like a giraffe so you're not seeing my sculpture today- Too lazy XD

This just shoes you that angle is everything.
EVERYTHING.

MAGIC IS IN THE PUDDING.

This is what I've been doing. YEAH. He's got both wrists and ankles now, but no hands/feet. Coated the hip joints with clay to fatten them, more stable that way. I worked on it most of the day, getting up at 930 and ending at around 2030, just for my notes. Do with that as you will, future self.
He's gorgeous. Very gorgeous. Just needs a head.

I was just about to make the assumption that most of my life has been spent sitting. In reallity, most of it has probably been spent laying down.

AND NOW... ALL OF MY ARM JOINTS ARE COMPLETED. It's pretty magical.
Soon I'll start on the head.

YAYAYyaya

THROUGH MANY TIMES STUCK TRUDGING THROUGH BOREDOM...

I think I have thought of an end to Pride and Prejudice. Because a book that you get told to read should really end. And Darcy reminds me of my ex-cat, Sippy.
Things will go well for Darcy and Elizabeth in the beginning, with his deep personality adding a passionate side to the relationship. Until, of coarse, they've been together for a while. Then they start to drift apart. Everything is all intellectual for Darcy, and Elizabeth gets bored. And after a while, due to expectations, they have a child. And then more children. Neither one of them expecially delighted in the idea of children, but it was something expected. The extra distractions around the household push Darcy away, as Elizabeth finds him less impersonable and more dull. After a while, Darcy can't take it and leaves. He's a wealthy man, he can do what he pleases. He leaves the familly with most of the money out of guilt, and strives to forget his old life. Elizabeth is devistated, but not quite heartbroken. It's been hard taking care of her children, but now the governess does most of the work so she too leaves the household, but for short small trips to her sister's house after she's gotten over a bit of jeolousy about Jane and Mr. Bingley's great relationship. She can't stay mad at them- They're so pleasant, agreeable, and they help her through it. The event with Darcy makes Bingley a bit distant, but over time he finds a way to cope. Soon Elizabeth spends a lot of time with them, delighting in their happiness.
Meanwhile, Darcy finds his own place in the city and has published a couple of books, now working on pieces for an encyclopedia. It seems a bit dull, but he has to do something with his time. Has to always be occupied. Soon, he meets someone else, more suited to this stage in his life. She's more cerebral and distant that Elizabeth like he is, but they both need a sort of company. As he ages and slows down, he starts to think more about Elizabeth and greatly regrets not spending time with his children- But he can't go back, what he did was unforgivable. His sadness about times past pushes his new wife away, and she leaves him. Now much of his time is spent alone, strolling about the city, reminissing. He can't get it out of his mind, and he can't go back to it. After a while he just gives up, surcomming to a fever in his early fifties. Elizabeth lives on into her late seventies, always wondering what happened to him, but had found another man in her late fifties. They were very happy together until the end, and finding delight in her familly.

That would of been a more entertaining story. Maybe they wouldn't have talked as much.
It's a bit of a downer though XD

Played Webkinz today. Got loads of KinzCash.

Have you ever noticed you ever hear about getting songs stuck in your head? Do you ever see when people get images? Only on television. 

Hurting the second floor down

Well, things seem rather dull when you're impatient, and deep purple when you're indisposed. A dark purple, gathers around the edges of your vision and the sounds sound all far off and metalic.
No one loves a quitter. Not until they've quit.
Then it's useless, don't you think? It's a crazy world. Messed up one. And a wonderful one, but too full of those same clanging cliches and your head hurts while your eyes seem to smoke with pain, but it's all in your head that gets stuck in your chest, leaving everything dark and cold and fragile.
So you mustn't touch it- Musn't make a sound.
Or else it could hurt you. Make you awkward and sad, as if you wern't already.
I feel sick of daylight now, but that's what I need more of. That's what they tell me. They tell me these things, like they tell everyone else. And everyone else has their own stupid excuses. It's all stupid. I can't even do stupid yet. You'd think I'd be glad. It's a cycle of bittersweet irony. Smells discusting when you're in it. You dream about it otherwise...
That's not what I was talking about, but sure. My mind tends to wander where it pleases, either where it is most pleased or where it curls up and dies. Doesn't make sence.
Stupid, stupid human nature.
Or maybe it's just me. You feel alone when things around you go dark- To a dark, deep, black purple.
Feels hollow, and ugly, and stupid. 

LIKE CHEESE, MAN

Well, I have knees.
Yesterday I got a prize for a digital piece I did :D
I get a free scoop of ice cream. That will be quite fantastic.
Finished my elbow joints for the time being, quite sturdy now. I'd show you, but I'm too lazy to get everything set up again XD
I think I'll sleep. Sleeping is fun.
I'm hungry. Good night.

YEAH.

BEAUTIFUL. I finished him :D
He's quite gorgeous. Very fun painting, and there he is.
I'm done XD

ALMOST DONE. Just need some extra texturing, finish the wall, add some screws, maybe some splashes of turquoise lighting on the hand as well as the shoulder highlights... YES... And maybe turn up the saturation on the head circle. I forgot what he called it XD
I like getting things finished :D

ISHA.

WELL, ONLY REALLY LARGE PEOPLE NEED KNEES. THINK ABOUT IT.
I think my face malfunctioned.

YEAH.

So, I had to say something today. Here's some digital paint.

YEAH. CLOTHINGS.

Just designing me some vest and shirt for my martian friend. He's looking fantastic- Just have to wash the weird glue out of the back of his hair.
He's looking fabulous.

IT IS CURRENTLY THE SECOND OF MARCH.

Well, did some pattern making and fabric painting today. But it was good. Nothing much to say. It's a problem.

This is apparently what cheese paste looks like.
That is all.

I looked up if cats could get any illnesses from humans, and all I found was links asking if humans could get sick from cats. What is this world coming to? XD

Well, today I am terribly ill.
Here is the story of my life:
On febuary 2nd, I got a cold. It lasted for quite some time, but mostly went away sometime around the 9th. I was just recovering, when on the 13th I got the flu. A very bad flu, on vacation to texas, where the people took all their fail time out on my arms, leaving me currently with seven large green blotches from attempted IVs. Last one did work, luckilly. And they were very nice. Then it slowly went away, only left with slight cold symptoms on the plane, when the day after the next I was sick again- Most likely another flu, with strep. I got another injection, and the people here seem to know what they're doing- didnt' hurt a bit. Sadly, it hasn't worked so far. I think I'll have a good solid month at least with illness. But my best fat cat friend has been by my side.
ANYWAYS, probably wouldn't attempted opening this laptop today, except it is George Harrison's birthday! And of coarse, he gets a happy birthday from me.
Even though I have trouble reading now and got laundry confused with my homework, I'll try XD

YAY GEORGE! 

YEAH FREE CORN

Well, it's been a few days... Been to Texas. Got a couple bags of IV fluid. The usual.
At least I got my fat friend back.
And finished my knee joints =D

Sad old man drinks koolade in the shade with a cat on his lap and a buck in his pocket. He takes out his gun and salutes to the sun, running down the hill until he drops it.

I take nine of them, and talk seven. That's a problem.
Sometimes I such know what asperations build me to be, but they dissapear and I'm left with...
Melted ice. And that's no good. But I'll just have to freeze it all myself. Sometimes I care and sometimes I don't. Think I was born wrong.

Only fuzz on the chin

Ted was nice enough. A bit funny looking, but nice. Had a good sence of humor, he thought. Was unusual, but a good person all the same. Had a good friend.
She'd tell him about how things were going, about life, and spilling coffee on her new shoes turned into the places she used to go in the summer as a kid, and to that boyfriend he'd seen her with. Never liked him, and the tales she told painted a worse picture. Ted would listen as she'd cry, but he was always there. Listening, waiting for when they'd be able to laugh again. It would be worth it- They were friends. He'd do what ever she'd say- Because she'd give him a smile. He could never resist a smile.
He'd make it alright. He'd be better than that boy- He'd be a gentleman.
One day, she started talking to another man.
He bit his lip, tapping his foot anxiously. He wasn't quite sure why. They were friends.
Next day, it went farther. He started to loathe seeing the two talking. He wasn't sure why- And not sure why their time together started to grow larger as his shrunk. He clenched his fist in his pocket, walking away to throw out his empty bottle of pop. He told himself he wouldn't go back- When he made the mistake of glancing back at the two.
He'd stay- He'd be there again.
He was there still, waiting for her to turn to him. They were friends- And this bloke was big, tall and didn't have his sense of humor...
His stomach would twist as her new friend would take her arm and put it around his shoulder as she'd casually try and talk to a friend.
He didn't understand why- They were friends, that's all. That's all he wanted to be- Yet jealously clouded him, making him wonder...
One day, it was too much. He threw out his pop again, walked around the corner and didn't turn back.
He saw her again once across the street, alone.
"I'll make it alright," he whispered to himself, "We're friends."

Magic people for EVERYONE!

Well, today has been nice. I got my official knee joints done. Almost. The connectors are baking.
Sure, they don't look pretty yet, but they'll work in a fantastic manner.
Then I'll move on to the head core, get the neck joint figured out, then the hands and feet... If I don't hit another thing to renovate. Renovate. Think about that word. Re-Nov-ate. Re, as in repeat, Nov from "Nova", the latin word for new, and ate, which is what the english language puts after that kind of things. Like Exterminate, or other Dalek-type words. That is what goes on in my mind. That and some stuff far odder.
I don't know how I still remember latin words, but I do. Nova. The television series pronounces it wrong, like most people tend to do with latin. Yet I wonder how people know that original Latin v's are pronounced as our w's... How do they know that? Didn't exactly have means of recording their accents- WE COULD BE WRONG... AND NOVA COULD BE RIGHT.
My goodness.
Oh my.
My, my, Oh my, my, Mr. Harrison.
My, how I like his teeth. But that's besides the point.
My laptop was at 99% battery when I unconnected it, and five minuets later it's boosted its self to 100%. I don't understand this madness.
Blimey. Big fat bucket of slime. It's telling me to service my battery.
It's gone from 10 hour capacity to about 3 and a half. That is unfortunate. But it's still better than a new Microsoft, I bet.
This thing's been working for nearly four years. Mid 2010 model, and it's telling me to service my battery. That's pretty good, except I fear I'm growing far too old too fast.
IT'S THE FUTURE. NOW IS THE FUTURE.
YOU ARE READING THIS IN MY FUTURE...
MY MY, OH MY, I AM SCARED.
Mr. Harrison. And his lovely eyelashes.
My stuff finished cooking.
YEAH. I CAN SLEEP NOW. Good day, fine citizens of this fine Earth.
And remember, you have thousands, maybe millions, of mites on you this very moment that love you very much.
I thought thousands had a z in it. I was dead wrong.

When Life Get's Wëird...

Well, I'm going to make a bowl of tea and hold my ear up to it, then my nose, then drink it, and then go to sleep, or try to with thoughts of weekend's worth of stories or trying to remember just exactly what George Harrison did in my dream last night. Then I might get cold, and my nose won't get too much better the next day. Or I could find more blankets. I really need to clean my room. It's been a great while.
Well, actually I think I'll brew myself a mug of tea, not a bowl. But same concept. And I might squish the fat on a cat's sides.
I live in am become that thing where you are and entirely occur in jello flavoured alphabet soup colors.

My ear dosn't enjoy it's existance right now.

I have an earache, and I can't hear out of the ear. And it's annoying. So, that's all you're getting from me XD

Some things make me happy, some things make me sad, and some things make me want to burry my head in fresh manure.

Sometimes people seem like monkeys with guns. Just plain stupid, yet some how they kill you every time.
And they say I have unrighteous motive. If only they could step from behind their thick screens and become what they're watching and ridiculing, just for a moment. Here the blessed sorrow whispered from the balconies of a play that must not be named. The swan song of a man burned for the same act celebrated, under precise conditions. This has happened before.
But they say this time is different. There's no right there.
Is there a right behind cries to the highest power- Pleading for an answer to their helpless questions? Something that had been argued over on earth, yet no one truly listened. I asked it one night, staring up at the summer stars from behind a window, as those familiar ugly sounds echoed through my mouth, interrupted by a delicate, desperate whisper.
"Is it right? Lord, is it right?"
You start to wonder where they get their answers, and if the one you learned was really true.
And there they are, running about as the poor wretched ape is sat on a thrown.
It's not their fault- Though why do they hurt people so?
The right had condemned the wicked, while we got caught in the crossfire.
Countless "holy wars" have been waged, some laughing at supposed stupidity while the subjects scream out. The subjects just stay silent, until the true answer comes through.
I like to think my feelings are sound, my rights are secure, that I'm okay and I'm doing alright.
Is it right? Lord, is it right?

YEAH CAKE

I should sleep now. I have a cat. A fat cat. I have a fat cat. You have a fat cat. I am the walrus.
Lennon was clearly a confused man- Yet he didn't even know it himself.
My sinuses are clear. That's always a beautiful thing.
I HAVE CHEMISTRY TOMORROW- I love that class. I don't know why, but I really want to learn right now. It's quite unusual to want to listen to a lecture, but the in class demonstrations make it all worth it.
I'm a strange child.
I've been watching far too much weird al this week while I have been ill, and it's given me a new outlook on life. Well, an old one, but he's quite a similar person to myself. We both have curly hair, are vegetarian, are strange, like cheese... The similarities are endless. Though I doubt I'm directly related to anyone named Yankovic. Polka players...
Yes, I should sleep.

Maybe someday I'll get to be as tall as Ringo XD

My friend is fat.

FAT FAT FAT

YEAH.

BEN BERNANKE

Remind me never to write when exausted, even when inspired. It goes nowhere.
ANYWAYS, Here is my Ziggy. He's getting a bacground with more contrast than his face. That's a problem, but it's a work in progress. Lower the contrast of the background, make it all match and then brighten up his face with a couple of gradient layer modes. His hair is looking fantastic, anyways. Now it has to match the odd lighting I have going on XD
You're a tall glass of water, aren't you Spencer?

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.