distillation theory
Confused Fur:
comes up with a new names for things that really need them...
...and then dies from the toxic levels of sarcasm in the above statement
Entry:
w00t, just did the last night of the musical "the Boyfriend", and feel pretty good about it...
they made me look a right fag giving me so much stage makeup... heh... and for some reason i had to dress up as a clown and wear a speedo turned inside out in the last scene.... ahh the last scene, in which Tony (me) and Polly (some girl) have to kiss ... woo... scary... actually it didn't bother me... (and why should it)
it's a very silly play really... i had two duets with this girly... generally though there's not much to say about the whole thing... (in terms of blogging it'd have been better if it all went horribly, but amusingly, wrong) it went rather well and took up whole load of my time recently... and that it's over...
now i think about it... damn... that means i no longer get to voyeurise (subtly of course ... i'm not gay or anything) my handsome co star type in the interval while he gets changed .... that guy had some body... almost makes me wish i was a rugger bugger like him... mmm, firm abs of firmness... he shouldn't have worn a shirt all through the play.... yeah, that would've worked with a 1920s storyline, honest... hmm maybe he's allergic to cotton or um shirts... or maybe clothes altogether... damnitt, this musical needs rewriting...
erm... eventually decided against explaining the claim that i'm homophobic.... since i didn't (and still don't) really know what i was talking about...
other than to say that i don't mean it in the sense that i see a gay and want to kill them or something... i'm just... debating the whole situation quite deeply in my mind (euphamism for "getting all angsty")... my main aim is to see if i can justify it to myself or not, and see where i go from there...
i guess i'll just continue to play the straight card until i go to university or reach a satisfactory conclusion (whichever happens first)
oh, but, did get issue four of a furry comic called "circles" it's GREAT, read it... not yiff but somehow... sublimely good... on the first read through i put it down and grinned like a cartoon caricature of a tiger on LSD or uber-prozac or some other happiness inducing substance... find it, and read it... NOW...
Art:
waha... and now we reach the subject line... "distillation theory" it's the new buzzword i came up with do describe practising the same drawing, now this may sound dumb, but my reason is because, before... i would sketch, and then that'd be it for the pose or idea of whatever, that i had sketched... doing the same thing twice was oddly connected with failure and stagnation in my mind... no longer...
i mean how thick was i being? (answer: very) that's the goddamn way to learn, goddamn it... been moving towards this idea rencently by using the motif of a tiger in a basketball vest repeatedly in recent sketches....
then tonight i repeated last night's sketch... looked at it... looked at what was wrong with it... and did it again (slightly differently)... it was much better (still not presentable, but better)... realised what i had done and came up with a phrase for it
HOW BLOODY STUPID CAN YOU GET... I CAME UP WITH A MUCH , MUCH LONGER MUCH, MUCH MORE STUPID WAY OF SAYING practice.....
i amuse myself, if no one else....
comes up with a new names for things that really need them...
...and then dies from the toxic levels of sarcasm in the above statement
Entry:
w00t, just did the last night of the musical "the Boyfriend", and feel pretty good about it...
they made me look a right fag giving me so much stage makeup... heh... and for some reason i had to dress up as a clown and wear a speedo turned inside out in the last scene.... ahh the last scene, in which Tony (me) and Polly (some girl) have to kiss ... woo... scary... actually it didn't bother me... (and why should it)
it's a very silly play really... i had two duets with this girly... generally though there's not much to say about the whole thing... (in terms of blogging it'd have been better if it all went horribly, but amusingly, wrong) it went rather well and took up whole load of my time recently... and that it's over...
now i think about it... damn... that means i no longer get to voyeurise (subtly of course ... i'm not gay or anything) my handsome co star type in the interval while he gets changed .... that guy had some body... almost makes me wish i was a rugger bugger like him... mmm, firm abs of firmness... he shouldn't have worn a shirt all through the play.... yeah, that would've worked with a 1920s storyline, honest... hmm maybe he's allergic to cotton or um shirts... or maybe clothes altogether... damnitt, this musical needs rewriting...
erm... eventually decided against explaining the claim that i'm homophobic.... since i didn't (and still don't) really know what i was talking about...
other than to say that i don't mean it in the sense that i see a gay and want to kill them or something... i'm just... debating the whole situation quite deeply in my mind (euphamism for "getting all angsty")... my main aim is to see if i can justify it to myself or not, and see where i go from there...
i guess i'll just continue to play the straight card until i go to university or reach a satisfactory conclusion (whichever happens first)
oh, but, did get issue four of a furry comic called "circles" it's GREAT, read it... not yiff but somehow... sublimely good... on the first read through i put it down and grinned like a cartoon caricature of a tiger on LSD or uber-prozac or some other happiness inducing substance... find it, and read it... NOW...
Art:
waha... and now we reach the subject line... "distillation theory" it's the new buzzword i came up with do describe practising the same drawing, now this may sound dumb, but my reason is because, before... i would sketch, and then that'd be it for the pose or idea of whatever, that i had sketched... doing the same thing twice was oddly connected with failure and stagnation in my mind... no longer...
i mean how thick was i being? (answer: very) that's the goddamn way to learn, goddamn it... been moving towards this idea rencently by using the motif of a tiger in a basketball vest repeatedly in recent sketches....
then tonight i repeated last night's sketch... looked at it... looked at what was wrong with it... and did it again (slightly differently)... it was much better (still not presentable, but better)... realised what i had done and came up with a phrase for it
HOW BLOODY STUPID CAN YOU GET... I CAME UP WITH A MUCH , MUCH LONGER MUCH, MUCH MORE STUPID WAY OF SAYING practice.....
i amuse myself, if no one else....