Rocket Lion or Die Tryin'
Hey, everyone! New Flickr's Up! I've been lame an' haven't been postin' LiveJournal updates when I do my Flickrs. At the VERY least, that'd coerce me into journalin' at least once a month. Too much to ask, perhaps? NO I AM JUST LAZY
IN that aforementioned Flickr, you'll see alla the pix I brought back from San Diego... Hot damn I wanna make more toys. That shit's ALWAYS exciting to come back from. Sure, there's the Celebrity-seein', the movie/toy/comics/whatever news, seein' some-a my west coast peeps an' the SDCC Small Press regulars, the kinda-sorta five day vacation and (if we've done well) some extra scratch, but my BIG takeaway from San Diego is always Creativity. Mass-Market Saturated or not, that place is always BURSTING with Great ideas. All kinds of wonderful toys and paintings and sculptures and costumes and prints and just IDEAS. I love it so. Every year it makes me feel like a slug for not gettin' my shit together and doing The Thing. And I mean, Geez, I'm DOIN' it. I've got a damn 3D Printing company, I've helped make two vinyl toys, carvings, prototypes... I'm busy, but yeah. Always makes me feel like I gotta top my game. It's a Fantastic feeling. =)
COMPLETELY unrelated: I recently scored a bra an' some inserts, an' have experimented with havin' tits. Tho I'm pretty pleased with th' Results, I'm still kinda chicken to wear 'em especially frequently. It's really weird, because for ME, it's a HUGE massive big-deal thing to do, and I was kinda terrified when I wore 'em, expecting folks to freak out or laugh at me or set me on fire or whatever it is people are afraid of. Interestingly (and tellingly) enough, no-one said a word. Now, I had an overshirt on, an' I reckon it's easy enough for folks to not notice, but there's also the fact that people probably didn't CARE. When you get to the point where you can wear a corset an' heels without anyone batting an eyelash, boobs aren't much of an escalation. At any rate, I love what they do for my silhouette. I guess one-a the reasons why I'm so nervous about 'em is Kelli... Poor kid puts up with SO much outta me, and I know the tits thing is something with which she's _not_ comfortable. I mean, this approach is completely reversable, and I've been totally cool about not buggin' Kelli with my fascination for havin' tits, but the fact that I even got the things prolly bugs her. It's a rough line to walk, man. Bein' married to me ain't easy.
StarCraft 2: Been playin' it like a FIEND, recently. It's really awesome to stay up 'till four onna weekends slowly plowing scorched-earth style through bases with squads of siege tanks an' remember over a DECADE AGO when I was hangin' out with Kelli in Savannah, stayin' up 'till four onna weekends slowly plowing scorched-earth style through bases with squads of siege tanks. Feels good, man. I wish they had more high(ish) poly in-game models in the Armory! I've already ripped the Firebat for printing, an' I totally wanna do a siege tank (an' mebbie some spider-mines and perhaps a Banshee), but I'd LOVE to have higher detail versions of some-a th' Protoss goodies! Ah, well. In time.
It annoys me that some Lulzy (but plausible) web hoax comes out, gets debunked as a hoax almost immediately, an' I'm seeing some folks saying "Aw, MAAAN! I'm so Fucking Gullible! Damn." Seriously? Look, unless you sent someone MONEY, there needs to be a higher standard for the concept of "gullibility". I remember reading lulzy Readers Digest "humour in uniform" stories, and I never gave a shit if they actually happened or not. They were amusing anecdotes. It's fine. Obviously, "Fake Cancer Girl" and "Balloon Boy Dad" and shit like that are good to expose, because they're actually costing emergency personnel time and money. I jus' get annoyed 'cuz I've seen people make posts online that are something like "Oh, fuck. I was in a car accident on my birthday and broke my foot before the big dance and shit sucks." only to later see, after a condolences thread, them come in and say "LOL I TROLL U LULZ OMG SO GULLIBLE". *sigh* My scolding to 90% of the internet: YOU IDIOT CHILD. NO ONE CARES.
I jus' ate about a pound of Watermelon. Now is a GOOD time of year to be eatin' a pound of watermelon.
-343
IN that aforementioned Flickr, you'll see alla the pix I brought back from San Diego... Hot damn I wanna make more toys. That shit's ALWAYS exciting to come back from. Sure, there's the Celebrity-seein', the movie/toy/comics/whatever news, seein' some-a my west coast peeps an' the SDCC Small Press regulars, the kinda-sorta five day vacation and (if we've done well) some extra scratch, but my BIG takeaway from San Diego is always Creativity. Mass-Market Saturated or not, that place is always BURSTING with Great ideas. All kinds of wonderful toys and paintings and sculptures and costumes and prints and just IDEAS. I love it so. Every year it makes me feel like a slug for not gettin' my shit together and doing The Thing. And I mean, Geez, I'm DOIN' it. I've got a damn 3D Printing company, I've helped make two vinyl toys, carvings, prototypes... I'm busy, but yeah. Always makes me feel like I gotta top my game. It's a Fantastic feeling. =)
COMPLETELY unrelated: I recently scored a bra an' some inserts, an' have experimented with havin' tits. Tho I'm pretty pleased with th' Results, I'm still kinda chicken to wear 'em especially frequently. It's really weird, because for ME, it's a HUGE massive big-deal thing to do, and I was kinda terrified when I wore 'em, expecting folks to freak out or laugh at me or set me on fire or whatever it is people are afraid of. Interestingly (and tellingly) enough, no-one said a word. Now, I had an overshirt on, an' I reckon it's easy enough for folks to not notice, but there's also the fact that people probably didn't CARE. When you get to the point where you can wear a corset an' heels without anyone batting an eyelash, boobs aren't much of an escalation. At any rate, I love what they do for my silhouette. I guess one-a the reasons why I'm so nervous about 'em is Kelli... Poor kid puts up with SO much outta me, and I know the tits thing is something with which she's _not_ comfortable. I mean, this approach is completely reversable, and I've been totally cool about not buggin' Kelli with my fascination for havin' tits, but the fact that I even got the things prolly bugs her. It's a rough line to walk, man. Bein' married to me ain't easy.
StarCraft 2: Been playin' it like a FIEND, recently. It's really awesome to stay up 'till four onna weekends slowly plowing scorched-earth style through bases with squads of siege tanks an' remember over a DECADE AGO when I was hangin' out with Kelli in Savannah, stayin' up 'till four onna weekends slowly plowing scorched-earth style through bases with squads of siege tanks. Feels good, man. I wish they had more high(ish) poly in-game models in the Armory! I've already ripped the Firebat for printing, an' I totally wanna do a siege tank (an' mebbie some spider-mines and perhaps a Banshee), but I'd LOVE to have higher detail versions of some-a th' Protoss goodies! Ah, well. In time.
It annoys me that some Lulzy (but plausible) web hoax comes out, gets debunked as a hoax almost immediately, an' I'm seeing some folks saying "Aw, MAAAN! I'm so Fucking Gullible! Damn." Seriously? Look, unless you sent someone MONEY, there needs to be a higher standard for the concept of "gullibility". I remember reading lulzy Readers Digest "humour in uniform" stories, and I never gave a shit if they actually happened or not. They were amusing anecdotes. It's fine. Obviously, "Fake Cancer Girl" and "Balloon Boy Dad" and shit like that are good to expose, because they're actually costing emergency personnel time and money. I jus' get annoyed 'cuz I've seen people make posts online that are something like "Oh, fuck. I was in a car accident on my birthday and broke my foot before the big dance and shit sucks." only to later see, after a condolences thread, them come in and say "LOL I TROLL U LULZ OMG SO GULLIBLE". *sigh* My scolding to 90% of the internet: YOU IDIOT CHILD. NO ONE CARES.
I jus' ate about a pound of Watermelon. Now is a GOOD time of year to be eatin' a pound of watermelon.
-343