Friday, March 18, 2011

what describes it pretty well

I got an email from my highschool, apparently they're having an alumni art sale in May and I've been invited to participate. I've been mapping out ideas, I feel kind of professional. Even though all my ideas are really gimmicky to cover up for the fact that all I can do is scribble chubby girls with pigtails, it still feels pretty awesome to make something worth selling.

Then I got bored and drew Nightwing and Damian as dickbutt.


Monday, March 14, 2011

Champtopia: Observations

Champtopia: Observations: "My drawing professor told me to draw more observational art. So I did. This is exactly what I observed. A gift sketch for a friend, who ..."


Saturday, March 12, 2011

putt putt putt putt

This video was posted two years ago.

Two years, and I am only seeing it just now.

What am I doing with my life

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Let me show you them

WELP, it turns out I'm a geek. Or maybe I'm a nerd, or a dork, I don't even know. They're all little words that mean things and I don't feel like trying to understand those things, because they are dumb things.

What was I talking about? Oh! I'm something. I'm something that collects figurines, whichever word means someone who does that. No, I don't mean collector, because my collection itself is so random I think someone who actually does this as a hobby might be a little offended. This is the internet, I can't go around offending people, now can I?

But back on some semblance of a topic, I have things because I am something, and now there are pictures of those things.

I had meant to make a lightbox, but it turns out that something that I am is probably just lazy because I didn't feel like it. Also I didn't have the supplies. So I did what real photographers do (when drunk), and threw a dirty pillowcase over my desk and snapped some pictures.

I didn't want you to go and expect any semblance of quality from me, after all!

I bought these a while ago. Not as a collector, I bought them because... well, look at them. It's Solid Snake and company as little girls. I couldn't just... not own it. Probably the most expensive thing in my collection, imported from Asialands.

They're in pretty good shape, but I am missing a few things. Otacon's glasses and Ocelot's revolver. Raiden had his sword privileges revoked because he dropped the damn thing too many times, so I gave it to Ocelot.

A tiny Klarion! I was looking into stuff related to him earlier, and found out he had a Heroclix figure. Apparently Heroclix is some kind of game? I don't know, all the figures for it are terribly goofy looking, with huge eyes and weird poses. They're also super small, so there's that.

It was a phase okay leave me alone

Those are just some general things I picked up because I have incredibly weird taste. That feels like it should be a segue into me revealing that I have a more respectable collection full of completely normal things, but it turns out what I have the most of is even weirder!

I've only recently gotten into Pokemon collecting, but I quickly realized my true passion... terrible bootlegs. I love them. I don't mean crappy things, like scuffed paint or missing stitches. I mean figurines with completely wrong colors, missing limbs... the most ridiculous stuff I can find. And it is pretty easy to find them!

A big ol' pile of terrible booties. There's a ton here, about 48 1-inch tall figurines. They smell really strongly of plastic and something else that is probably slowly poisoning me, so I keep most of them in a drawer. I couldn't take a picture of each one individually, but I picked out some of my favourites to share with the world.

From left to right, Fat Joltik Slakoth, Captain Bluebeard & Sargeant No-Eyes

Derpchop and his brother, Naked Machoke.

Their father suffers from a horrible disease slowly spreading through his pelvis.

Probably one of my favourites, this poor Sableye was the victim of jewel thieves. He also can't stand up very well.

I named this one Avocado because he really just looks like he's covered in Guacamole or something. He sits on my desk

The only one with a stand, but it's crooked beyond repair, so it can't stand up anyway. She will never dance again!

A pikachu clock! With lipstick! It's apparently supposed to sing, but that doesn't really happen. There's a button in it's head, but that doesn't seem to do anything.

The buttgears change the time, but there's no way to lock them. So I guess if you have/want one of these be careful when rubbing it all over yourself, you might go back in time.

I would have enjoyed this watch a lot more if it hadn't broken within five seconds of being set. I kind of expected it, but I figured I'd get a week of enjoyment out of it first. Oh well!

WAIT A SECOND, THESE AREN'T BOOTLEGS AT ALL. I do have some legit things, and by "some" I mean "this is all of it." Some cute Slowbros and a Slowking coin bank! Very much awesome.

There are a few other things that have yet to come in, I'll probably get some better pictures when that is a thing that happens!

Friday, March 4, 2011

bum bum BUM...

Well, I failed. I made a little list, and I told myself I couldn't update until I had finished all of those things. So far about two out of seven of the comics I had planned are done, and I think it's time I admit defeat. There was something I had wanted to talk about, but we are quickly reaching a point where that thing is not relevant.

I've been reading more comics lately, batman in particular. Cape comics fascinate me, with their long history and continuities. Somehow, the character that interested me the most had almost nothing to do with Batman at all.
Klarion the witch-boy. He was goofy and weird, which is apparently all it takes for me to love a character. I ended up going back and reading everything I could find with him in it, which unfortunately isn't that much.

When I found out he was going to be in an episode of Young Justice, I was beyond excited.

I don't like it, and I could leave it at that, but it's never that simple with me. I don't like it, and now I'm gonna ramble on for a few paragraphs with every little reason as to why.
Klarion is not a character with a lot of deep motivations or a particularly complicated history. He's just a kid who wants to see all the cool stuff our world has to offer. He lived his whole life being told that nothing existed outside of the boundries of that small town he was born in, deep underground.

That same simplicity is what drew me to him. He is motivated by curiousity, plain and simple. He has saved lives, he has done good and he has done bad, but at the end all he is loyal to is himself and his cat.

But from what I can tell, people just see "the witch-boy" and stop reading. Yes, he is a boy, as opposed to a man. Why does that immidiately mean he is nothing but a spoiled brat, tossing magic around and whining when he doesn't get what he wants?
That isn't what his title means at all. He is a witch-boy because he learned a truth that only witch-men know and laughed in its face. Klarion cut ties with Limbo Town, never going through the rite of passage that usher its boys into adulthood. He never became a witch-man; he is a witch-boy.

He is a boy, yes, and he is as much of a whiny brat as I am responsible by the grace that I am legally an adult. Reading this blog for about five minutes will reveal that it's simply not true.

Of course, I could only be saying this because I haven't been able to get my hands on any pre-Seven Soldiers Klarion stuff besides the Sins of Youth special, so I could very well be talking out of my ass.

There was going to be a second half here, one more intelligent than DERR CHARACTER ROOENED. Here is what happened to it

+ a link back to my blog, because you know my stuff is totally awesome and famous and will be reposted everywhere, yup.

(That was sarcasm, I was being sarcastic on the internet)