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Straight up, all I did today ways watch videos, all day. Don't even have any remotely interesting texts to provide you with today.


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Enjoy The Robot Ate Me just as much as I do, please and thank you.
I was polite, so now you have to do it.

I will never stop chasing suns across a circular path

I find that when working with a new sketchbook, the first page is, or should always be some form of self reflection. As such, I present Medical Mechanica children.


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I wish these sites would have less typical current statuses.


[Currently eating: Hawaiian Lehua Honey & Sweet Cream Ice Cream]

I'm not lazy, I just care.

I didn't mean to not post in the past two days. I actually have material from the past two days. Whether or not they're interesting is another story. I spent $140 on art shit, surprisingly less than what I expected to pay. More importantly, I bought myself a "squared notebook".


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I also picked up Dermophoria, by Craig Clevenger. About an amnesiac who wakes up in a jail cell with a woman on top of him. Throughout the story he longs to tell apart the difference between what's a drug-induced hallucinogen, and what's reality. You Johnny Truant fanatics will flip your shit for it.

Lo and behold

So, I have class tomorrow, on a Saturday. Life doesn't get more dope than that. So I went to the DMV today, and as you may or may not be able to conclude, I've done no work. But I did find a picture of a ship I drew sometime last year. It was to go along with this children's story idea I had about a captain and his quest to sail a self-proclaimed ghostship into the seas of Pistachio Island. A year after writing this story, I watched my first episode of The Misadventures of Flapjack, noticed similarities, and have kept the whole story under wraps. Pistachio for a Day and Pistachio Island are siamese Vietcong brothers.
The picture though, failed in execution horribly.


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If you remember the midi from Greenhill Zone in Sonic 2, proceed.

I start classes today, and I'm joining the general public in understanding why Bill O'Reilly is a bickering man whose word is typically taken in distaste. I also may or may not have been able to use my Sixaxis PS3 controller on my computer, I'm still checking on an illegalities on that matter, but because of which, the snippets I have don't seem worth putting up, at least not yet. I should have enough coming back from school though.
I did manage to make a GIF that won't seem to upload anywhere else, which if my personality was ever taken into question, this image would be the concluding statement. Also, for those who don't know, or have forgotten who I am, allow this to jump start the serotonin in your system and warrant a 45-minute delay in profuse oral-foaming.



brb.

I didn't think it was possible to get my ass handed to me by quintessential Oprah fanatics, but yesterday in Rockefeller Center, was the single best excuse for every follower to congregate at one place and bawk. The Presidential Inauguration was recorded and streamed live at the center, but of course, I was expected to go there without the knowledge that everyone alongside me hadn't voted for the current president. God forbid.
Because of this, I went straight to a friend's house afterwards, and spent no time drawing, I'm considering making a stop-motion Megaman 2 project. But for now, all I can provide is recycled junk.

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Not to be outdone by Tracey Sketchit

Hey still President Elect Barack Obama, what's going on? Oh, just mouthing words in ways not humanly possible as a result of my inability to stay focused and follow through with my measurements? That's fine, I just won't finish you.


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Wasn't there a Mortal Kombat character named Baraka? And he had a move that was called "chop chop blades."
I take life very seriously.

Eight years later...

I got an email from my mom today, who recently discovered the drop-down address bar on Mozilla, and subsequently found everywhere I existed on the internet in the past year and a half: my old myspace, DA, Facebook, etc.
She's questioning how exactly I know people from the Russian Confederation, mainly people of adjectorial titles (i.e. Kasey Kalamity, Charlie Compassionate, LeBron James, you know the deal).
I'm glad I led such an eventful life thus far.



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This scanner could not scan the bar code on a hooker, much less high quality images.

Moleskinerie

The truth is, I'm all about this picture-a-day blog right now. Though I have no doubt that I'll be over this in about three days. Ironically, my semester begins in four days, which, believes me, warrants more time wasted in front of a computer screen. Don't get me wrong, none of which spent hours are devoted to education.



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Don't mind the stains, acid-free moleskine paper isn't completely durable, and some copic bled right through from the other side. Not that a lack of stain would make it suck less though.
It's like, four though, and I lost a battle with somnolence. It's time to race the moon.

Sleep is a four-letter word.

Influenced by insomnia inebriation, I've concluded that what may make my life more eventful is to spend more time than I already do in front of a computer screen, blogging to people who could never relate. So this is my plan:

I've decided to post once a day, or close to it (my definition of reliability could easily be bested by a blind race horse), of pictures. Preferably, whatever I've illustrated on that day, shamelessly. And let me emphasize "shamelessly."

Shamelessly. I don't exactly feel any of my self-proclaimed art stands dominantly over what really is, but the general public enjoy the idea of progression (which is what a blog is) and pictures to look at.
Just a heads up, in case anyone stumbles upon this: shame on you if you find anything here interesting. For the most part, my style of art and aesthetic relation is generally bland and nothing fancy.
Lads and broads, this is pistachio for a day.

-Andrew