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Saturday, June 11, 2011

Angry Wirds




It's incredible, the different facets of information flowing fact or fiction unfiltered through our earholes these days.




I didn't see how quick it actually happened, I think I kninda ignored the process until it became so commonplace in our ADD society.




I'm usually a step behind with these things, anyway. I got my first computer when I was 17, so i got used to not having to be up to date on everything right away.




No one takes time to process things anymore. Every waking moment is spent on an electronic device of some sort.




Studies show, spending time to reflect on things that happened throughout the day is important for your memory.




Wanna lose some good memories cause you couldn't put down Angry Birds for ten minutes?




Fuck outta here!


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

YAH TRICK YAH!


Is the cameo hairstyle making an unrequisited comeback, amongst the backpackers?

Not that I have a problem with them or like the choice of moniker, I'm a big Kanye, Big Sean, J.Cole fan (associated with the term), I'm just wondering if its been making waves (heh) and I just haven't been noticing it.

Lemme know when its okay to let my one strap of my overalls down.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Hitchhikers Guide To Not Picking Up Hitchhikers




Don't?

I swear, I felt like I was in the first 20 minutes of a low budget slasher movie.

It even had dialog like " Oh, come on! He's, like, old and he's probably going to church, he's harmless"

...people tend to toy with my sometimes extreme sense of rationale. But if I'm in the passenger seat, I have the right to express it, it's part of the benefits along with the leg room.

Don't get me wrong, dude looked friendly as fuck, but that doesn't mean I have to test the odds, no matter how much of an offbeat limp was apparent.

Not gonna turn a blind eye to no glass eye, you see?

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Bad Pussy



What? My cat is in heat, she's being annoying. She's adorable though, and she loves her tummy rubs <3


I spoke a bit about technology pertaining to art. awhile back, so I jumped on PS7 like Tomba. Now I think I'm getting too comfortable using the same basic techniques for every old drawing. And that's another thing, I gotta make some more drawings first, not wasting time playing with renders, The nerve of me.


But that's what happens when you pick up a new toy. When I first got my computer I think like 11 years ago, it was like electronic heroin to me. I was just happy getting online to surf the web and download music. After that, I started learning the rest of the fresh , new bells and whistles.


This week, in between practicing on some more drawings, I'm gonna start getting alot more tech-savvy on this program, not just for hotkeys and effects. I have a lot of great ideas I'm hoping to express, soon's I can.


I was reading a quote from one of my favourite musicians. He was saying something like 'no matter how good the ideas are, if you're not that skilled with the tools, you'll never be able to get them out '.


I feel the same way about music. I could write a one man symphony...if I learned how to play all the instruments related to classical music. Jeez, I have a better chance mastering Photoshop, so here I go!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Who Can We Get On The Case? We Need Perry Mason again. Uh Uh A-gain.


Was there a classic metal band performing in the city last night? I'm just gonna assume rather than spend the 20 seconds to confirm it, but let's say there was.


I love seeing the 40-55 year old demographic out on a post concert drunkenly stroll, it makes me feel good inside. I couldn't tell what the fuck they were singing, which was unfortunate since audio remains an important sense to heighten the emotion, but I'm gonna assume it's Ozzy.


What if it was? How cool is it that dude is still performing for people who grew up worshipping their liner notes? I used to think I would want my favourite bands to stop touring and hang it up like a wet sweater, preferably not as a result of suicide but a decision they made mutually, by the time they hit 40.


As a person who just turned 29, and as a fan of certain bands reaching granpa age, I can see how dumb that mode of thinking is.


So to these die hard old schoolers i say Rock Out, hopefully with your shriveled genitalia still in your pants.