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Sunday, April 30, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
tea minus ten seconds - andrew
today i drank tea after i came home from work.
somehow, my roommate and i were tricked into believing that tea was good for you, that it could lead to a more healthy and longer life, and that it was a refreshing beverage capable of uplifting the spirit.
i found none of these things to be true, except that i am still alive - and so perhaps it does promote a longer life. however, the world will never know wether or not i would have perished had i not sipped down the steaming hot cup of tazo green tea.
it was the first time that either of us had made tea although we have both somehow inadvertantly had it several times throughout the course of our long lives.
for one, i drink sobe green tea somewhat often.
i have also had a few cups while visiting london.
i drank sweetend lipton iced tea on a regular basis years ago.
i have ordered and been disappointed by iced tea at various denny's restaraunts and diners at random times in my life.
none of those teas were quite like this one.
today was on purpose, self motivated, and very interesting.
"it tastes like nickel." my roommate said. he poured half of his cup down the drain.
i poured a quarter of a bottle of honey in mine and drank it down like caster oil.
i definately tasted the afformentioned nickel - oddly bitter with a hint of a taste that could be called nothing less than magnetic. altogether very earthy.
i could see myself naked in a cave somewhere throwing mounds of dirt and earthworms into a pot of cold water, stirring with a stick, and drinking down the world's first cup of what would oneday be called "tea".
tea isn't for me, but i will keep at it. if this stuff is truly good for you - it's a small price to pay.
my roommate thinks he's having an allergic reaction.
"misty bag"
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somehow, my roommate and i were tricked into believing that tea was good for you, that it could lead to a more healthy and longer life, and that it was a refreshing beverage capable of uplifting the spirit.
i found none of these things to be true, except that i am still alive - and so perhaps it does promote a longer life. however, the world will never know wether or not i would have perished had i not sipped down the steaming hot cup of tazo green tea.
it was the first time that either of us had made tea although we have both somehow inadvertantly had it several times throughout the course of our long lives.
for one, i drink sobe green tea somewhat often.
i have also had a few cups while visiting london.
i drank sweetend lipton iced tea on a regular basis years ago.
i have ordered and been disappointed by iced tea at various denny's restaraunts and diners at random times in my life.
none of those teas were quite like this one.
today was on purpose, self motivated, and very interesting.
"it tastes like nickel." my roommate said. he poured half of his cup down the drain.
i poured a quarter of a bottle of honey in mine and drank it down like caster oil.
i definately tasted the afformentioned nickel - oddly bitter with a hint of a taste that could be called nothing less than magnetic. altogether very earthy.
i could see myself naked in a cave somewhere throwing mounds of dirt and earthworms into a pot of cold water, stirring with a stick, and drinking down the world's first cup of what would oneday be called "tea".
tea isn't for me, but i will keep at it. if this stuff is truly good for you - it's a small price to pay.
my roommate thinks he's having an allergic reaction.
"misty bag"
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
square peg in the square hole - andrew
it's a polygonal looking squarish snake, so i'm calling it "squake". ¿does anybody have a problem with that serious lack of actual creativity?
do have a great night.
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do have a great night.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
you're over due maam - andrew
there are clothes in the washing machine.
they've been there for almost four days.
the cycle is long since done and the water has long since evaporated.
my roommate's clothes are there, hidden underneath the metal lid of the washer, waiting for somebody to remove the once wet clothes and drop them into the dryer.
my experiment involves letting them sit there until he needs to use the washer or is missing a pair of socks or a t-shirt. when he is good and ready and needs new clean gym clothes or that favorite lucky shirt - he will come to the washer like the elephant to its dying ground. the cycle of wash will conclude there, underneath the pale moonlight and the sounds of the train rumbling by our little house on the hill. he will reunite with the load and it will be beautiful.
ok. that's weird and it won't really go down like that, but this is a sort of morbid curiousity i have. we both have tendancies to forget the second half of the wash cycle, but i'm quite sure that never has this gone on for so long.
i'll tell him once the smell of mildewed cotton and bone dry lycra permiate the air and it has become an issue. i truly hope it won't get to that and if my idle hands are causing harm, there will always be a next time. and as true as the sun is a star, i will open the door and push the clothes towards their dry destiny. after all, we are bachelors... and leaving behind the wash is one of the things that we do best.
that and leave stainless steel knives to rust in the sink.
Q___Q
this is "runkd" after a friend suggested a glass of beer as a character...
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they've been there for almost four days.
the cycle is long since done and the water has long since evaporated.
my roommate's clothes are there, hidden underneath the metal lid of the washer, waiting for somebody to remove the once wet clothes and drop them into the dryer.
my experiment involves letting them sit there until he needs to use the washer or is missing a pair of socks or a t-shirt. when he is good and ready and needs new clean gym clothes or that favorite lucky shirt - he will come to the washer like the elephant to its dying ground. the cycle of wash will conclude there, underneath the pale moonlight and the sounds of the train rumbling by our little house on the hill. he will reunite with the load and it will be beautiful.
ok. that's weird and it won't really go down like that, but this is a sort of morbid curiousity i have. we both have tendancies to forget the second half of the wash cycle, but i'm quite sure that never has this gone on for so long.
i'll tell him once the smell of mildewed cotton and bone dry lycra permiate the air and it has become an issue. i truly hope it won't get to that and if my idle hands are causing harm, there will always be a next time. and as true as the sun is a star, i will open the door and push the clothes towards their dry destiny. after all, we are bachelors... and leaving behind the wash is one of the things that we do best.
that and leave stainless steel knives to rust in the sink.
Q___Q
this is "runkd" after a friend suggested a glass of beer as a character...
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Monday, April 24, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
time waits for no woman - andrew
today was vey productive.
my second hundred characters are completely done, although i'm going through and throwing out the really dumb ones and continuing on with an additional 20 to 25, unless i repaint or rename or repair or refuse old ones.
"blite" this one is the oposite of "wack", which was posted a few days ago (i think).
i'm off to 'adult swim' and then hopefully a few minutes of sleep before i get up and do it all again.
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my second hundred characters are completely done, although i'm going through and throwing out the really dumb ones and continuing on with an additional 20 to 25, unless i repaint or rename or repair or refuse old ones.
"blite" this one is the oposite of "wack", which was posted a few days ago (i think).
i'm off to 'adult swim' and then hopefully a few minutes of sleep before i get up and do it all again.
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Saturday, April 22, 2006
i wish i had gas - andrew
today on NPR there was a story about a girl who lived somewhere in brooklyn.
she sounded about as nerdy as samuel powers - or even as nerdy as a boy who would make refference to him. (for those of you who don't know who that is -- think cheesy saved by the bell refference)
she was talking about her compost heap and how wonderful it was.
she apparently had a real jimmy for worms and how much of an impact they have on the environment.
there was something in her voice that reeked of sinisterness. (yes, that's a word. i looked it up.)
the girl wouldn't stop talking about worms, just as i can't stop talking about her talking about worms.
it was awesome.
i remember:
1. thinking "holy sh*t, i'm about to run out of gas.
2. thinking "holy f*ck, i left my wallet at home.
3. thinking "holy d*amn, all the change in my car won't afford me a half litre of petrol."
4. thinking "bloody h*ll, i'm going to die in the wastelands of southern california."
5. thinking "this girl on the radio is straight nutty. i think i' m going to make a post-it-pet of a worm riding girl or something quirky like that."
i suppose worms ARE cool. but i think a worm riding lingerie sporting powerpuff looking anime girl with pink eyes and purple hair is even cooler. since one didn't then exist - i've decided to make one up.
"miss worm"
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she sounded about as nerdy as samuel powers - or even as nerdy as a boy who would make refference to him. (for those of you who don't know who that is -- think cheesy saved by the bell refference)
she was talking about her compost heap and how wonderful it was.
she apparently had a real jimmy for worms and how much of an impact they have on the environment.
there was something in her voice that reeked of sinisterness. (yes, that's a word. i looked it up.)
the girl wouldn't stop talking about worms, just as i can't stop talking about her talking about worms.
it was awesome.
i remember:
1. thinking "holy sh*t, i'm about to run out of gas.
2. thinking "holy f*ck, i left my wallet at home.
3. thinking "holy d*amn, all the change in my car won't afford me a half litre of petrol."
4. thinking "bloody h*ll, i'm going to die in the wastelands of southern california."
5. thinking "this girl on the radio is straight nutty. i think i' m going to make a post-it-pet of a worm riding girl or something quirky like that."
i suppose worms ARE cool. but i think a worm riding lingerie sporting powerpuff looking anime girl with pink eyes and purple hair is even cooler. since one didn't then exist - i've decided to make one up.
"miss worm"
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i like you, but i'm might have to cut you - andrew
one of my girl friends is celebrating the anniversary of her birth tomorrow and she asked me to make a pet for her.
usually i like to say "if you have to ask for it, it isn't really worth it." sometimes an act is so much less meaningful when you have to push for it. i suppose this is a fine instance though, because it gave me a good place to start and now i can brainlessly just create an image.
she likes blue.
she cuts hair.
she has a short blonde cut.
and she likes to flaunt her sexuality.
the web version is a little different than the one i'm giving to her, but that's just cause this is how i like it, and in reality, no girls eyes are the color of butterscotch candy. and if that girl exists, i will find her and eat her eyes out.
*remind me to get a book back from her.
this girl once borrowed a book from me about two years ago. it was a home made book of fonts at a reasonably large size. many many hand picked fonts i used to browse through so that i could draw my own text without having to have the computer on - hand made with TLC. it's the kind of thing only a nerd would really cherish. I really cherish it.
well, she borrowed it because she was making stencils to spray quotes on to her shirts and she needed inspiration.
let me tell you something that i once heard from a wise girl "only a fool will lend a book, but an even bigger fool will return it."
i certainly hope that this girl is a big fool, because i want my g*d dammed book back!
¿and on my birthday did she make me a little character and print it into a tiny frame for me?
NO!
I didn't even get a phonecall.
**remind me to **** the **** out of ***** *****.
oh yes, i will get mine.... oh yes.
"scister"
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usually i like to say "if you have to ask for it, it isn't really worth it." sometimes an act is so much less meaningful when you have to push for it. i suppose this is a fine instance though, because it gave me a good place to start and now i can brainlessly just create an image.
she likes blue.
she cuts hair.
she has a short blonde cut.
and she likes to flaunt her sexuality.
the web version is a little different than the one i'm giving to her, but that's just cause this is how i like it, and in reality, no girls eyes are the color of butterscotch candy. and if that girl exists, i will find her and eat her eyes out.
*remind me to get a book back from her.
this girl once borrowed a book from me about two years ago. it was a home made book of fonts at a reasonably large size. many many hand picked fonts i used to browse through so that i could draw my own text without having to have the computer on - hand made with TLC. it's the kind of thing only a nerd would really cherish. I really cherish it.
well, she borrowed it because she was making stencils to spray quotes on to her shirts and she needed inspiration.
let me tell you something that i once heard from a wise girl "only a fool will lend a book, but an even bigger fool will return it."
i certainly hope that this girl is a big fool, because i want my g*d dammed book back!
¿and on my birthday did she make me a little character and print it into a tiny frame for me?
NO!
I didn't even get a phonecall.
**remind me to **** the **** out of ***** *****.
oh yes, i will get mine.... oh yes.
"scister"
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Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
gravity always wins - andrew
i am very uninspired right now.
i'm not even sure that something inspirational would inspire me right now.
right now is one of those times when I would rather be consumed by "the office" or "dave chappell" or "futurama".
nobody said that being an artist was always going to be easy. so this is one of those suck-it-up-you-pus*y nights... right now.
i should be thankful that i don't usually have to deal with this "drawers block", right now, which,now that i think about it, would make an interesting post-it-pet.
i don't really believe in excuses for failure though - and i did promise you (whoever the he*l you are) new content as often as the day bring the sun. tonight is not the night that i will quit. not right now.
this is "inspiration zero"
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i'm not even sure that something inspirational would inspire me right now.
right now is one of those times when I would rather be consumed by "the office" or "dave chappell" or "futurama".
nobody said that being an artist was always going to be easy. so this is one of those suck-it-up-you-pus*y nights... right now.
i should be thankful that i don't usually have to deal with this "drawers block", right now, which,now that i think about it, would make an interesting post-it-pet.
i don't really believe in excuses for failure though - and i did promise you (whoever the he*l you are) new content as often as the day bring the sun. tonight is not the night that i will quit. not right now.
this is "inspiration zero"
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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
what if your whole life is just a sovenier - andrew
this is "kacone".
he likes to stand around like a regular cone until a pretty girl isn't looking, and then he tries to trip her straight on her face!
if i were a cone, it would probably be to get a really good cheap thrill. i would most likely already tire of upskirt after countless upskirt. i would be ready for some real action.
cones don't get much love, but currently neither do i.
does that mean i go around tripping people for revenge? hell no.
does that make it okay to try to pull somebody down from the cloud and smack dab right on their face? you know, make em taste that concrete.... i hear it has -0- grams of trans fat.
no.
enough.
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he likes to stand around like a regular cone until a pretty girl isn't looking, and then he tries to trip her straight on her face!
if i were a cone, it would probably be to get a really good cheap thrill. i would most likely already tire of upskirt after countless upskirt. i would be ready for some real action.
cones don't get much love, but currently neither do i.
does that mean i go around tripping people for revenge? hell no.
does that make it okay to try to pull somebody down from the cloud and smack dab right on their face? you know, make em taste that concrete.... i hear it has -0- grams of trans fat.
no.
enough.
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006
by the time i grab my books and i give myself a look... - andrew
...i'm on the corner just in time to watch the bus fly by.
"whack"
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"whack"
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Monday, April 17, 2006
Sunday, April 16, 2006
and then his head exploded - andrew
last night was the kind of fun you're only supposed to have two or three times a year - otherwise your liver will stop promoting life and you will have to call it a deather, as it will then promote death.
it started out with a white russian.
his name was stoss and he showed up at my place with ted, yomal, and his super cute chinese friend, yang. ironically enough, i was drinking white russians, something i managed to swipe from the dude in the big lebowski. it's really quite a tasty drink. kind of like a chocolate milk mixed with satan's own tears. it will do-you-in if you put down enough of them, but it's the kind of do-you-in that ends with group hugs, or super friendship pacts, or getting telephone numbers from girls who live in pacific beach.
we had a few drinks and a few shots then headed down to kava lounge - where the music was good, the drinks were weird, and the girls were the kind of unattractive i usually reserve for vultures or sloths or - what are those things that swim miles below sea level with the lamps dangling from their heads? yah, those.
also i made a refference to sea cows.
thirty minutes at kava felt like ninety minutes at the zoo, watching the hippos dance around to an african soundtrack pumped through cheap industrial grade theme park speakers.
well, the music WAS good, but i'm not going to try to sell it.
AP lounge was second on the list. ten dollars cover and ten minutes later, we walked in and ended up staying until they flashed the lights on us. Yomal made a few passes, stoss attracted a young PB girl, yang looked like she was fighting sleep, and ted, the D.D. watched in amusement as i was blocked out by a very cute girl's set of three questionably straight male friends.
i managed to drink myself into that state where your autopilot dictates nearly every action, but still looks reasonably sober. i haven't done that in a few days, so i was pleased to be so numb that i couldn't feel my teeth.
i texted a few people drunken texts and had some thoughts that i'll probably need to repent for.
enough about debauchery.
happy easter.
"rasp"
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it started out with a white russian.
his name was stoss and he showed up at my place with ted, yomal, and his super cute chinese friend, yang. ironically enough, i was drinking white russians, something i managed to swipe from the dude in the big lebowski. it's really quite a tasty drink. kind of like a chocolate milk mixed with satan's own tears. it will do-you-in if you put down enough of them, but it's the kind of do-you-in that ends with group hugs, or super friendship pacts, or getting telephone numbers from girls who live in pacific beach.
we had a few drinks and a few shots then headed down to kava lounge - where the music was good, the drinks were weird, and the girls were the kind of unattractive i usually reserve for vultures or sloths or - what are those things that swim miles below sea level with the lamps dangling from their heads? yah, those.
also i made a refference to sea cows.
thirty minutes at kava felt like ninety minutes at the zoo, watching the hippos dance around to an african soundtrack pumped through cheap industrial grade theme park speakers.
well, the music WAS good, but i'm not going to try to sell it.
AP lounge was second on the list. ten dollars cover and ten minutes later, we walked in and ended up staying until they flashed the lights on us. Yomal made a few passes, stoss attracted a young PB girl, yang looked like she was fighting sleep, and ted, the D.D. watched in amusement as i was blocked out by a very cute girl's set of three questionably straight male friends.
i managed to drink myself into that state where your autopilot dictates nearly every action, but still looks reasonably sober. i haven't done that in a few days, so i was pleased to be so numb that i couldn't feel my teeth.
i texted a few people drunken texts and had some thoughts that i'll probably need to repent for.
enough about debauchery.
happy easter.
"rasp"
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
i love you, you're perfect, now change - andrew
i just ate at santanas.
it is a mexican joint a few blocks away from my house.
last time i ate there i promised not to go back. i had eaten with a lady friend with whom i was at the time infatuated. she was unable to finish her dinner and i offered to take some of the weight off her shoulders by relieving her platter of a few choice items.
i put the food in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. seconds later, as the food touched the inner lining of my personal self - something strange began to happen.
my mouth instantly became moist with an overabundance of saliva, my entire body heated a tenth of a degree, and i was minorly dizzy. my throat felt very sensative and as feelings reached my brain, the stomach was starting to uneat that which was already eaten.
in short, i managed to keep down the food at the cost of quality conversation and extreme concentration - this was the kind of concentration you use to not sh_t yourself on a plane as the fasten your seatbelt sign remains, or the concentration that forces itself on your memory after a cute girl gives you her number at a club when you're drunk, or the concentration that is required when you have one blinking heart left and ganon is just one arrow away from handing you the virgin princess.
i then had defeated santanas, but today i was not so fortunate.
as i was speaking with Edgar on the cell phone after ordering my food - a LARGE BUG flew INTO MY MOUTH and RIGHT INTO MY UVULA.
It was like a miniature punch to the mouth hole. i coughed and then inserted my hand, pulling out the soft dilapidated remains of a then crushed Santana Bug. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was the size of one quarter of a postage stamp but with little tendrils and dark floppy wings.
I looked around to see if i had been seen. I was not. This saddened me as i'm sure it would have rivaled the amuzement levels of even america's funniest home videos.
I explained to Edgar - he laughed.
I picked my food up from the counter and left.
this is "santana bug" inspired by the half gram of protein that delivered itself into the maw of a then starving artist - what a selfless decision for such a st_pid _gly m_ther fucker.
¿who's laughing now, Santana Bug?
F.U.
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it is a mexican joint a few blocks away from my house.
last time i ate there i promised not to go back. i had eaten with a lady friend with whom i was at the time infatuated. she was unable to finish her dinner and i offered to take some of the weight off her shoulders by relieving her platter of a few choice items.
i put the food in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. seconds later, as the food touched the inner lining of my personal self - something strange began to happen.
my mouth instantly became moist with an overabundance of saliva, my entire body heated a tenth of a degree, and i was minorly dizzy. my throat felt very sensative and as feelings reached my brain, the stomach was starting to uneat that which was already eaten.
in short, i managed to keep down the food at the cost of quality conversation and extreme concentration - this was the kind of concentration you use to not sh_t yourself on a plane as the fasten your seatbelt sign remains, or the concentration that forces itself on your memory after a cute girl gives you her number at a club when you're drunk, or the concentration that is required when you have one blinking heart left and ganon is just one arrow away from handing you the virgin princess.
i then had defeated santanas, but today i was not so fortunate.
as i was speaking with Edgar on the cell phone after ordering my food - a LARGE BUG flew INTO MY MOUTH and RIGHT INTO MY UVULA.
It was like a miniature punch to the mouth hole. i coughed and then inserted my hand, pulling out the soft dilapidated remains of a then crushed Santana Bug. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was the size of one quarter of a postage stamp but with little tendrils and dark floppy wings.
I looked around to see if i had been seen. I was not. This saddened me as i'm sure it would have rivaled the amuzement levels of even america's funniest home videos.
I explained to Edgar - he laughed.
I picked my food up from the counter and left.
this is "santana bug" inspired by the half gram of protein that delivered itself into the maw of a then starving artist - what a selfless decision for such a st_pid _gly m_ther fucker.
¿who's laughing now, Santana Bug?
F.U.
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Friday, April 14, 2006
loose lips sink ships - andrew
here is "wet blanket" and with just enough time to go out and get blitzed.
after all, it is friday and i've spent the whole week fighting evil along side the good doctor hong.
eat, _____, and be merry.
x___X
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after all, it is friday and i've spent the whole week fighting evil along side the good doctor hong.
eat, _____, and be merry.
x___X
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
ding dong the witch is dead - andrew
i recently watched the wizard of oz.
i think my favorite part is pretty much anything with dorothy.
she's hot like water is wet.
¿do you think i would have had a chance with Judy Garland? i liked her best in the Andy Hardy movies.
i don't like tea, but if i did, she would be my cup of it.
i was considering how amazing it must have been to see the wizard of oz when it was first showed. so many special effects. i seriously doubt the integrity of the book was maintained as i think the movie was just rotten with gratuitous effects. i think i'm going to read it, but the only thing bad about the book is that it won't have Judy Garland in it.
my economics teacher said that the wizard of oz was a metaphor for the great depression.
i bet those ruby slippers would have looked good on the floor in my bedroom next to Dorothy Judy Garland - naked as the day she was hatched. she would never want to go back home.
"kotton"
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i think my favorite part is pretty much anything with dorothy.
she's hot like water is wet.
¿do you think i would have had a chance with Judy Garland? i liked her best in the Andy Hardy movies.
i don't like tea, but if i did, she would be my cup of it.
i was considering how amazing it must have been to see the wizard of oz when it was first showed. so many special effects. i seriously doubt the integrity of the book was maintained as i think the movie was just rotten with gratuitous effects. i think i'm going to read it, but the only thing bad about the book is that it won't have Judy Garland in it.
my economics teacher said that the wizard of oz was a metaphor for the great depression.
i bet those ruby slippers would have looked good on the floor in my bedroom next to Dorothy Judy Garland - naked as the day she was hatched. she would never want to go back home.
"kotton"
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
don't mix business and pleasure - andrew
i ran the risk today of letting bad attitudes affect my judgement.
i suppose they did, but in the end, i think i won.
it's tough to realize that sometimes you are surrounded by unispirational ideas and work ethics. you should never sink to that level and you should not give up. keep a sense of humor and don't take anything personal because most likely, the people you are dealing with don't really dislike YOU, they just don't care about anyone but themselves. ^___^ big difference.
i was a little mad, but a good dinner location and a couple friends helped me realize that even when some people's worlds crumble and spit out shards of evil - it's really easy to just fly away and use a smart bomb. (geometry wars players will get that analogy).
this is "future kill"
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i suppose they did, but in the end, i think i won.
it's tough to realize that sometimes you are surrounded by unispirational ideas and work ethics. you should never sink to that level and you should not give up. keep a sense of humor and don't take anything personal because most likely, the people you are dealing with don't really dislike YOU, they just don't care about anyone but themselves. ^___^ big difference.
i was a little mad, but a good dinner location and a couple friends helped me realize that even when some people's worlds crumble and spit out shards of evil - it's really easy to just fly away and use a smart bomb. (geometry wars players will get that analogy).
this is "future kill"
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if you could be any david hong character - andrew
QUICK somebody get the anti-andrew system.
¿who would you be?
it's TOO LATE.
ARGH.
WTF.
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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
you can run but it's easier to hide - andrew
today i was at the gymnasium, practicing running, in case i have to run away from a large bear.
i want to take this time to personally endorse hiding - it's easier, it can be fun, and it doesn't hurt.
there should be rooms designed to practice hiding instead of treadmills.
why are we all running? what are we all running from?
oh yah, i'm running away from my fat ass. of course that eliminated the ability to hide inside or behind my fat ass, but i suppose that is o.k.
it's more easy to hide when your ass is not so fat.
on that note, i overheard david hong buy a gym membership today. hey, if he's as dedicated to fitness as he is to this blog - he'll be he-man in no time flat.
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i want to take this time to personally endorse hiding - it's easier, it can be fun, and it doesn't hurt.
there should be rooms designed to practice hiding instead of treadmills.
why are we all running? what are we all running from?
oh yah, i'm running away from my fat ass. of course that eliminated the ability to hide inside or behind my fat ass, but i suppose that is o.k.
it's more easy to hide when your ass is not so fat.
on that note, i overheard david hong buy a gym membership today. hey, if he's as dedicated to fitness as he is to this blog - he'll be he-man in no time flat.
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Monday, April 10, 2006
everything i know, i learned in kindergarten - andrew
i am quite sure of it - oneday, david hong will be eaten to death by one of my imaginary friends.
for this, i appologize in advance. until then, let there be a wealth of utterly useless and otherwise stupid characters.
"skwabb"
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for this, i appologize in advance. until then, let there be a wealth of utterly useless and otherwise stupid characters.
"skwabb"
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Sunday, April 09, 2006
it's not a lie if you don't get caught - andrew
it thrills me to be on one side of a white lie. i had heard about stories like the one i am watching unfold many times in sunday school as a child. now that i am here years and years later, watching it happen is even more entertaining than books or theater.
what will happen next?
how will these characters play out; where will they end up?
however, i am glad to be a spectator.
on another note, i am not excited to be facing monday. i forsee this week being paticularly tough.
"flizzal" - he can fly, but he still uses a cane.
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what will happen next?
how will these characters play out; where will they end up?
however, i am glad to be a spectator.
on another note, i am not excited to be facing monday. i forsee this week being paticularly tough.
"flizzal" - he can fly, but he still uses a cane.
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Saturday, April 08, 2006
off the road again - andrew
Friday, April 07, 2006
do as i say not as i drew - andrew
HEY YOU, KID
listen to this::
Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-Flat Major, Op. 73 - "Emperor": II. Adagio un poco mosso
it's by some a&&hole named Beethoven.
buy the one on i-tunes by :: Cleveland Orchestra & Vladimir Ashkenazy
stupid good. (that means acutally good)
doesn't matter what you like, this one is good for you - like vitamins, seatbelts, or religeous salvation.
oh - and do have a good night, even if you're my sworn enemy - you may deserve this one good night.
this is "flattered"::
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listen to this::
Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-Flat Major, Op. 73 - "Emperor": II. Adagio un poco mosso
it's by some a&&hole named Beethoven.
buy the one on i-tunes by :: Cleveland Orchestra & Vladimir Ashkenazy
stupid good. (that means acutally good)
doesn't matter what you like, this one is good for you - like vitamins, seatbelts, or religeous salvation.
oh - and do have a good night, even if you're my sworn enemy - you may deserve this one good night.
this is "flattered"::
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Thursday, April 06, 2006
har har harney - andrew
edgar and i went to harney sushi tonight after an art show.
i met joshua krause, who is an awesome guy, tonight. he told me that he didn't like cartoon characters as much as abstract fine art, which made me sad, but i stomached the blow long enough to find out he was a really cool artists. i'm very glad i got to speak with him for a few minutes. if you have a chance to look him up - he's got some very inspirational pieces.
at the sushi bar i drank something with coconut and sake in it - probably too much on an empty stomach, and by the time i was done with my double diiirty martini, i was a little on the buzzed side of life.
there was a pretty girl with curly blonde hair that edgar claimed was "the most beautiful girl in the place". she was o.k. after he finished eating and i finished drinking we signed check and picked up our coats. as i turned to leave i ran into her, because she was standing right in front of me about to bother me with her questions about martinis and my taste.
i hated the drink - it tasted like something that should fuel a car or a rocket.
i introduced her to edgar.
her name was danielle.
she likes dirty martinis; i wonder if she likes drinking motor oil.
one thing led to another and it turns out that we hang out at the same bars on the same nights.
i lied and said that i recognized her. i laughed allot because i hear that people like to think that they're funny.
edgar had the oportunity but was wasting it with silence.
i told her that maybe i would run into her at the two bars we had in common, hoping secretly that something interesting would happen like a waiter dropping dishes or a pregnant woman giving birth on the bar sidewalk then aptly naming her newborn child after me, for having helped deliver the kid without hesitation.
our waitress was cute. i told her she looked like kirsten dunst but cuter. she feined liking that. her name was emily.
the female bartender had a labrae piercing. it was pretty hot. i thought, my character tonight will have one too.
the bartender, yoshi, told us that next time we came he would offer us free drinks since we worked for his favorite game company.
harney sushi was a little on the strange side tonight - at least the art show was cool and Edgar was good company.
this is "labrea" - if you think she's dirty now, you should have seen the previous version i uploaded::
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i met joshua krause, who is an awesome guy, tonight. he told me that he didn't like cartoon characters as much as abstract fine art, which made me sad, but i stomached the blow long enough to find out he was a really cool artists. i'm very glad i got to speak with him for a few minutes. if you have a chance to look him up - he's got some very inspirational pieces.
at the sushi bar i drank something with coconut and sake in it - probably too much on an empty stomach, and by the time i was done with my double diiirty martini, i was a little on the buzzed side of life.
there was a pretty girl with curly blonde hair that edgar claimed was "the most beautiful girl in the place". she was o.k. after he finished eating and i finished drinking we signed check and picked up our coats. as i turned to leave i ran into her, because she was standing right in front of me about to bother me with her questions about martinis and my taste.
i hated the drink - it tasted like something that should fuel a car or a rocket.
i introduced her to edgar.
her name was danielle.
she likes dirty martinis; i wonder if she likes drinking motor oil.
one thing led to another and it turns out that we hang out at the same bars on the same nights.
i lied and said that i recognized her. i laughed allot because i hear that people like to think that they're funny.
edgar had the oportunity but was wasting it with silence.
i told her that maybe i would run into her at the two bars we had in common, hoping secretly that something interesting would happen like a waiter dropping dishes or a pregnant woman giving birth on the bar sidewalk then aptly naming her newborn child after me, for having helped deliver the kid without hesitation.
our waitress was cute. i told her she looked like kirsten dunst but cuter. she feined liking that. her name was emily.
the female bartender had a labrae piercing. it was pretty hot. i thought, my character tonight will have one too.
the bartender, yoshi, told us that next time we came he would offer us free drinks since we worked for his favorite game company.
harney sushi was a little on the strange side tonight - at least the art show was cool and Edgar was good company.
this is "labrea" - if you think she's dirty now, you should have seen the previous version i uploaded::
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
walk softly and carry a big TV - andrew
my roommate and i just bought a new television.
it's an HD 50 inch and we bought it from costco.
my eyes are now open.
i can play guitar hero three times as big and twice as bright. it's like the jump i made at age 12 from atari to nintendo (or whenever that was). admitedly, i didn't have my own nintendo until years after it had infiltrated popular culture as a result of my parents stiffling my video game intake dramatically.
it's ok because now i can do it on my own with bigger more expensive toys like 360s and HDTVs.
this WILL be having an adverse effect on my art however, because i will be doing less of it in order to capitalize on our new purchase - which i will be considering my new purchase until my roomie decides to cut me a check for his half of the electronic marvel.
this is "seaworth" - think rubber duck mixed with legos mixed with my f_cked up brain.
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it's an HD 50 inch and we bought it from costco.
my eyes are now open.
i can play guitar hero three times as big and twice as bright. it's like the jump i made at age 12 from atari to nintendo (or whenever that was). admitedly, i didn't have my own nintendo until years after it had infiltrated popular culture as a result of my parents stiffling my video game intake dramatically.
it's ok because now i can do it on my own with bigger more expensive toys like 360s and HDTVs.
this WILL be having an adverse effect on my art however, because i will be doing less of it in order to capitalize on our new purchase - which i will be considering my new purchase until my roomie decides to cut me a check for his half of the electronic marvel.
this is "seaworth" - think rubber duck mixed with legos mixed with my f_cked up brain.
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006
david is back, but you wouldn't know it from this blog - andrew
david was back in the studio today...
...and he's not posting yet.
so i'm going to have to apply some preasure.
maybe i'll threaten to paint a picture of him trapped in the bog of eternal stench.
this is "swimlet". not sure why the compression is so bad.
>___<
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...and he's not posting yet.
so i'm going to have to apply some preasure.
maybe i'll threaten to paint a picture of him trapped in the bog of eternal stench.
this is "swimlet". not sure why the compression is so bad.
>___<
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Monday, April 03, 2006
monday can kiss my **** - andrew
i have about 5 characters named william....
make that 6.
here's william of the wisps
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make that 6.
here's william of the wisps
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
sunday sunday sunday - andrew
this is a little different from usual.
i'll make up for the extra character sometime this week.
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i'll make up for the extra character sometime this week.
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Saturday, April 01, 2006
¿what did you do on saturday night? - andrew
i'm not feeling very creative.
i was coughing and i went to the restroom to grab some tissue with which to blow my nose. good thing that i went to that particular room in the house because as i was coughing violently enough to shoot a marble out of my throat like a cannon -- through plate metal - i barfed the entire contents of my dinner into the sink.
it was an awesome shot. consider the luck.
i managed to direct the flow just as it was passing up past my esophagu.... (¿how do you spell that?) - well, throat - right into the sink on a hook shot. it was like the game winning point for a college championship game.
i thank g_d not for the illness, but for the "skillness" that i had at that very moment.
at any rate....
i'm not feeling very creative. i'm going to go watch tv for the rest of the night.
this is "the network says". i will rework it once i feel better and add some depth to an otherwise completely boring concept.
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updated version - i don't know what the hell is going on with him. i suppose it's the result of being forced awake by a drunken noisy roommate and not being able to sleep. not so sure about those roots, but i like the form a little more.
i was coughing and i went to the restroom to grab some tissue with which to blow my nose. good thing that i went to that particular room in the house because as i was coughing violently enough to shoot a marble out of my throat like a cannon -- through plate metal - i barfed the entire contents of my dinner into the sink.
it was an awesome shot. consider the luck.
i managed to direct the flow just as it was passing up past my esophagu.... (¿how do you spell that?) - well, throat - right into the sink on a hook shot. it was like the game winning point for a college championship game.
i thank g_d not for the illness, but for the "skillness" that i had at that very moment.
at any rate....
i'm not feeling very creative. i'm going to go watch tv for the rest of the night.
this is "the network says". i will rework it once i feel better and add some depth to an otherwise completely boring concept.
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updated version - i don't know what the hell is going on with him. i suppose it's the result of being forced awake by a drunken noisy roommate and not being able to sleep. not so sure about those roots, but i like the form a little more.
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