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siklyshweetStatus: Member Location: Alaska Country: United States Gender: Female Type of artist: Less than copos mentis Registered: Jul 27, 2007 Last online: 1h ago |
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So Much Inking, So Little Time
Written by siklyshweet
At Aug 24, 2008, 10:54:57 AM
You know something's wrong with the universe when the only reason you find time to ink anything is because you're feeling like crap on a cracker.
*sigh*
Anyway...lots or work. Getting that crouching Anita pic inked. Got Sofi inked...but the nightmare about that is I've had a vision of the finished piece. It'll be a somewhat stylized scene from my written story...so that means Phellan, Kimmy, Charlie, and Naomi need to be in there, too.
Dear God, I'm a masochist.
Maybe I'll feel like crap long enough to actually get stuff done.
Or maybe I'm just retarded. Yeah. That fits.
*stares blankly* LOOK BEHIND YOU! IT'S A PAIR OF KINKY BOOT BEASTS!
*runs away*
At Aug 24, 2008, 10:54:57 AM
You know something's wrong with the universe when the only reason you find time to ink anything is because you're feeling like crap on a cracker.
*sigh*
Anyway...lots or work. Getting that crouching Anita pic inked. Got Sofi inked...but the nightmare about that is I've had a vision of the finished piece. It'll be a somewhat stylized scene from my written story...so that means Phellan, Kimmy, Charlie, and Naomi need to be in there, too.
Dear God, I'm a masochist.
Maybe I'll feel like crap long enough to actually get stuff done.
Or maybe I'm just retarded. Yeah. That fits.
*stares blankly* LOOK BEHIND YOU! IT'S A PAIR OF KINKY BOOT BEASTS!
*runs away*
...and I'm backquiet.
Holy Craps
Written by siklyshweet
At Aug 20, 2008, 10:21:46 PM
Wow, I finally got around to commenting on everyone! Huzzah!
I've been real elusive 'cause we bought some land, so it's been nothing but workworkwork. Cutting down trees, renting land-raping equipment, selling this place (which includes getting it all sparkly clean and painted. I swear, my arm is going to fall off 'cause I painted the entire hallway all by myself), packing stuff (I didn't realize I had so many books, just the ones from my bookshelf filled two enormous boxes).
Not to mention registering my daughter in school, trying to get my marriage certificate mailed up here so I can renew my freaking license, orthodontist work for me (I got my braces off, squeeee!)
It's been nuts, constantly busy...I've barely had time to draw much. The other day I had an anxiety attack 'cause I wanted to just curl up in a corner and draw.
But hey! We've got land at last! And the municipality can now kiss my butt! HAAAAHAHAHAHA!
Thanks for understanding!
At Aug 20, 2008, 10:21:46 PM
Wow, I finally got around to commenting on everyone! Huzzah!
I've been real elusive 'cause we bought some land, so it's been nothing but workworkwork. Cutting down trees, renting land-raping equipment, selling this place (which includes getting it all sparkly clean and painted. I swear, my arm is going to fall off 'cause I painted the entire hallway all by myself), packing stuff (I didn't realize I had so many books, just the ones from my bookshelf filled two enormous boxes).
Not to mention registering my daughter in school, trying to get my marriage certificate mailed up here so I can renew my freaking license, orthodontist work for me (I got my braces off, squeeee!)
It's been nuts, constantly busy...I've barely had time to draw much. The other day I had an anxiety attack 'cause I wanted to just curl up in a corner and draw.
But hey! We've got land at last! And the municipality can now kiss my butt! HAAAAHAHAHAHA!
Thanks for understanding!
...and I'm backquiet.
My Train of Thought...
Written by siklyshweet
At Aug 11, 2008, 8:14:47 PM
...is still boarding at the station.
Srsly, things have been a lot busier than I'm used to. I like to hang out in my jammies as long as possible, I'm not fond of hectic business.
And things have been so busy.
I'd really just like to...hide under my computer desk and refuse to come out. There's plenty of garbage under there, I'm sure I could find food.
Anyway, enough of my whining. I'm struggling to get my focus back here to SA.n and my own art, both of which have been woefully neglected...sorry!
I'm also working to make a good drawing/tutorial video in which people would be able to hear me speak and describe my thoughts and actions...then you will all suffer my silly accent! Be afraid!
Alaskans generally don't have accents, but I picked up a light version of a N. Dakota accent from my mother, and it sounds funny. Thanks, Mum.
I realized my favorite cookies cost $15 a can... *sigh*
...
Wow, this journal turned out way more pointless than I thought it would.
Loves to my friends here.
My brain is tapioca pudding.
At Aug 11, 2008, 8:14:47 PM
...is still boarding at the station.
Srsly, things have been a lot busier than I'm used to. I like to hang out in my jammies as long as possible, I'm not fond of hectic business.
And things have been so busy.
I'd really just like to...hide under my computer desk and refuse to come out. There's plenty of garbage under there, I'm sure I could find food.
Anyway, enough of my whining. I'm struggling to get my focus back here to SA.n and my own art, both of which have been woefully neglected...sorry!
I'm also working to make a good drawing/tutorial video in which people would be able to hear me speak and describe my thoughts and actions...then you will all suffer my silly accent! Be afraid!
Alaskans generally don't have accents, but I picked up a light version of a N. Dakota accent from my mother, and it sounds funny. Thanks, Mum.
I realized my favorite cookies cost $15 a can... *sigh*
...
Wow, this journal turned out way more pointless than I thought it would.
Loves to my friends here.
My brain is tapioca pudding.
...and I'm backquiet.
Gobble?
Written by siklyshweet
At Jul 31, 2008, 4:24:45 AM
I have not been responding to comments well or quickly. I haven't been keeping up with much of anything over the webz.
Things have been extremely busy, but good!
I'll be back to normal as ever I was soon, hopefully.
At Jul 31, 2008, 4:24:45 AM
I have not been responding to comments well or quickly. I haven't been keeping up with much of anything over the webz.
Things have been extremely busy, but good!
I'll be back to normal as ever I was soon, hopefully.
...and I'm backquiet.
You Inspire Me
Written by siklyshweet
At Jul 19, 2008, 10:49:59 AM
Lately I see a lot of my friends claiming their art isn't what they want it to be, and that it'll never be how they want it to be, and their motivation suffers...
Mmkay, art block I understand. Every artist deals with a block, I get them from time to time. But don't give up because you haven't yet achieved your goals! That is the one and only way you'll never achieve what you want. The only person who can stop you from reaching your dreams is yourself.
I have friends who think I'm a better artist than they are...obviously they have no idea how much they inspire me. You guys are a big influence on me! Why? Because I've seen you working so hard to reach your goals, and that's a huge inspiration to anyone.
The only reason I draw as well as I do is because I'm a stubborn ass who refused to give up. Several areas of my art sucked monkey bum, but I couldn't back out of it because I knew with hard work I could fix what was broken. I still suck at a lot of things, but I'll keep pushing to improve, 'cause that's the only way I'll ever meet my own standards.
It's a hard blow to see your inspirations giving up. What would you feel if your mum or dad suddenly said, "I feel like I'm a sucky parent...so I'm just going to go live in a cave for the rest of my life. Good luck, kid...bye."
Or how would you feel if I suddenly up and said, "My art is crap. I'm not doing it anymore." Well, that's how I feel about you giving it all up. You're not crap, I'm not joking when I say that with every new pic, I see improvement. Most of you who claim I'm any better than you are younger than I am...the only thing I have that you don't are several more years of practice under my belt. That's it! I don't have some secret Art Gland residing in my brain, just lots of lint and Dr. Pepper residue. Aliens from outer space didn't zap me with a Good Drawer beam...though I wish they would, the lazy bitches. All I did was practice hard.
And I'm still not as good as I'd like to be. With art, there is no perfection. It's just a neverending journey of exploration and practice. A few hours, a few days, a few months...it's nothing. It's but a fleeting second for an artist. In your entire lifetime, you'll never achieve ultimate perfection, no one ever will, but that's no reason not to achieve improvement. In fact, I'd say it's just more reason to keep working.
I know, I'm a twisted little spunk...but I can say with certainty that if you don't back away, you WILL meet your standards, probably sooner than you think. I did! There was a time I couldn't draw a human to save my life, they sucked. They were mortifying. With practice and perseverance they've become something that don't make me cringe with embarrassment.
All I've ever wanted to be was me, and I'm an artist, and I'm an artist because I'm aware my road to improvement has no end but I'll walk down it anyway. You're all I've ever wanted you to be, my friend and inspiration, you're all that plus a bag of chips 'cause I'll never give up on you so long as you don't give up on me.
At Jul 19, 2008, 10:49:59 AM
Lately I see a lot of my friends claiming their art isn't what they want it to be, and that it'll never be how they want it to be, and their motivation suffers...
Mmkay, art block I understand. Every artist deals with a block, I get them from time to time. But don't give up because you haven't yet achieved your goals! That is the one and only way you'll never achieve what you want. The only person who can stop you from reaching your dreams is yourself.
I have friends who think I'm a better artist than they are...obviously they have no idea how much they inspire me. You guys are a big influence on me! Why? Because I've seen you working so hard to reach your goals, and that's a huge inspiration to anyone.
The only reason I draw as well as I do is because I'm a stubborn ass who refused to give up. Several areas of my art sucked monkey bum, but I couldn't back out of it because I knew with hard work I could fix what was broken. I still suck at a lot of things, but I'll keep pushing to improve, 'cause that's the only way I'll ever meet my own standards.
It's a hard blow to see your inspirations giving up. What would you feel if your mum or dad suddenly said, "I feel like I'm a sucky parent...so I'm just going to go live in a cave for the rest of my life. Good luck, kid...bye."
Or how would you feel if I suddenly up and said, "My art is crap. I'm not doing it anymore." Well, that's how I feel about you giving it all up. You're not crap, I'm not joking when I say that with every new pic, I see improvement. Most of you who claim I'm any better than you are younger than I am...the only thing I have that you don't are several more years of practice under my belt. That's it! I don't have some secret Art Gland residing in my brain, just lots of lint and Dr. Pepper residue. Aliens from outer space didn't zap me with a Good Drawer beam...though I wish they would, the lazy bitches. All I did was practice hard.
And I'm still not as good as I'd like to be. With art, there is no perfection. It's just a neverending journey of exploration and practice. A few hours, a few days, a few months...it's nothing. It's but a fleeting second for an artist. In your entire lifetime, you'll never achieve ultimate perfection, no one ever will, but that's no reason not to achieve improvement. In fact, I'd say it's just more reason to keep working.
I know, I'm a twisted little spunk...but I can say with certainty that if you don't back away, you WILL meet your standards, probably sooner than you think. I did! There was a time I couldn't draw a human to save my life, they sucked. They were mortifying. With practice and perseverance they've become something that don't make me cringe with embarrassment.
All I've ever wanted to be was me, and I'm an artist, and I'm an artist because I'm aware my road to improvement has no end but I'll walk down it anyway. You're all I've ever wanted you to be, my friend and inspiration, you're all that plus a bag of chips 'cause I'll never give up on you so long as you don't give up on me.
...and I'm backquiet.
Avengers Movie?
Written by siklyshweet
At Jul 8, 2008, 8:43:27 PM
Fudgy Squee!
*slobbers uncontrollably* Me love The Avengers! OOF!
*sigh* They say it's scheduled for release in 2011...so I guess I've got some time to fall apart. I will say this, if they don't put Henry Pym in there...I'l be very, very cross indeed.
(Big Pym-fan, I be). I s'pose because I usually wind up liking the characters who don't get all the attention, and Dr. Pym is woefully underrated.
Anyway...yeah, just to mention, I am officially open for commissions, and I will get all the information about prices and such up very soon. Though if you're curious, go ahead and note me.
Dammit, I hate money. I hate the fact that I need it.
At Jul 8, 2008, 8:43:27 PM
Fudgy Squee!
*slobbers uncontrollably* Me love The Avengers! OOF!
*sigh* They say it's scheduled for release in 2011...so I guess I've got some time to fall apart. I will say this, if they don't put Henry Pym in there...I'l be very, very cross indeed.
(Big Pym-fan, I be). I s'pose because I usually wind up liking the characters who don't get all the attention, and Dr. Pym is woefully underrated.
Anyway...yeah, just to mention, I am officially open for commissions, and I will get all the information about prices and such up very soon. Though if you're curious, go ahead and note me.
Dammit, I hate money. I hate the fact that I need it.
...and I'm backquiet.
Broadcasting Myself
Written by siklyshweet
At Jun 30, 2008, 12:02:33 PM
I've been fiddling around with recording and editing programs...I'm hoping to make some cool video tutorials at some point.
Anyway...here's one of the tests I've got up on YouTube. It's a three minute long video, just me doing some bland inking work on Photoshop, but if anyone can take a look and offer any advice or suggestions, it'd be appreciated. :)
I do hope to find a mircrophone...we've got a couple buried in this house somewhere, then I'd like to add audio narration to explain what I'm doing and such. But no sound on the video.
Then you all can suffer my horrifying voice and odd accent. (it's a light version of a N. Dakota accent that just sounds weird).
Anyway, here's the link to the video. Enjoy it if you dare! [link]
At Jun 30, 2008, 12:02:33 PM
I've been fiddling around with recording and editing programs...I'm hoping to make some cool video tutorials at some point.
Anyway...here's one of the tests I've got up on YouTube. It's a three minute long video, just me doing some bland inking work on Photoshop, but if anyone can take a look and offer any advice or suggestions, it'd be appreciated. :)
I do hope to find a mircrophone...we've got a couple buried in this house somewhere, then I'd like to add audio narration to explain what I'm doing and such. But no sound on the video.
Then you all can suffer my horrifying voice and odd accent. (it's a light version of a N. Dakota accent that just sounds weird).
Anyway, here's the link to the video. Enjoy it if you dare! [link]
...and I'm backquiet.
What have I DONE!?
Written by siklyshweet
At Jun 28, 2008, 11:35:21 PM
ARGH! I was going through my submission list, which I've been slow to check up on, to leave comments on all the art and look at all the prettyful pictures...
And I somehow DELETED EVERYTHING!
Gone...all gone...
God? Why did you make me such a moron? I mean, I know it's pretty funny and all...but still...
At Jun 28, 2008, 11:35:21 PM
ARGH! I was going through my submission list, which I've been slow to check up on, to leave comments on all the art and look at all the prettyful pictures...
And I somehow DELETED EVERYTHING!
Gone...all gone...
God? Why did you make me such a moron? I mean, I know it's pretty funny and all...but still...
...and I'm backquiet.
Superfluous Oddity
Written by siklyshweet
At Jun 26, 2008, 6:48:40 AM
I think my brain is melting.
No, really. Like a peanut butter cup in a glove compartment, it's melting.
Anyway, whether or not my brain is as tasty as Reese's, I was thinking of doing a new avatar. I nearly dismissed that thought straight away, because my current avatar has been in use for years. It's sorta like when you see a person in sunglasses playing a piano, you can't help but think of good old Ray. When people see a maniacal pink alligator...well...hopefully I'm thought of.
Fungus, I'm rambling already. So...new Floyd avatar for me.
Then that made me think, if anyone wants a new avatar designed be moi, drop me a note. I may just hop up and do it. They take so little time to make, and it'd be nice if I had something simple with a purpose to do during breaks from my Big Projects.
Okay...sing with me now!
I'm a yummy, tummy, funny, lucky gummy bear!
At Jun 26, 2008, 6:48:40 AM
I think my brain is melting.
No, really. Like a peanut butter cup in a glove compartment, it's melting.
Anyway, whether or not my brain is as tasty as Reese's, I was thinking of doing a new avatar. I nearly dismissed that thought straight away, because my current avatar has been in use for years. It's sorta like when you see a person in sunglasses playing a piano, you can't help but think of good old Ray. When people see a maniacal pink alligator...well...hopefully I'm thought of.
Fungus, I'm rambling already. So...new Floyd avatar for me.
Then that made me think, if anyone wants a new avatar designed be moi, drop me a note. I may just hop up and do it. They take so little time to make, and it'd be nice if I had something simple with a purpose to do during breaks from my Big Projects.
Okay...sing with me now!
I'm a yummy, tummy, funny, lucky gummy bear!
...and I'm backquiet.
It Noggles My Noodle
Written by siklyshweet
At Jun 22, 2008, 11:26:51 AM
I don't understand how people can be so selfish, really.
My daughter comes first. As long as she's happy and well-behaved, I'm happy. When she's miserable, so am I. I had a kid, and now it's my lifelong responsibility to make sure she's in good spirits, polite, and responsible, and I'm cool with that. I love being a mom.
But some people...they care more about themselves than their own kids, and that's sad.
So my daughter has a best friend who lives across the street. Very sweet little girl named Chyenne who's the same age as my daughter. Ronda, Chyenne's mother, popped over yesterday to see if I could babysit for two hours till ten o'clock. I wasn't really up for it, I wasn't feeling particularly well, and I just knew that Ronda would be late. But Ronda practically shoved ten dollars up my nose, and my husband agreed to babysit the kids.
Thank God my husband likes kids.
Ten o'clock rolls around. Eleven o'clock. Midnight. No Ronda. Reuben puts the children to bed, Chyenne stayed the night with us.
Next day at one o'clock pm, Jim, Ronda's roommate, comes by with another ten dollars asking if we could watch Chyenne for another couple hours. He also explained to us that Ronda never made it back home because she'd passed out from an overindulgence in liquor, and was sleeping it off.
By this time, my husband is about ready to chew through the floor out of sheer frustration.
By five o'clock, we still have Chyenne. No sign of Ronda. No calls. We take Chyenne with us to my mum's house for dinner and general goofing off.
By ten o'clock, we bring Chyenne home. No Ronda. Jim asks if we could keep Chyenne another night. Normally I would have let Chyenne stay another night with me, since I like the kid and she'd have more fun at my place, but we had to refuse due to an important appointment we simply can't postpone. So we give Chyenne hugs and leave her to Jim.
Now this just pisses me off. Usually I can't sustain anger at a person because, frankly, I don't possess the mental capacity required for prolonged negative moods. But there's just something wickedly infuriating about Chyenne having a wonderful time being unceremoniously dumped on her neighbors and not wanting to go home while her mother is sucking back the booze and not even giving enough of a shit to at least call to see how her daughter is doing. Even though my daughter was spending the night at my mum's, Chyenne wanted to remain with me and my husband.
Oh, but Ronda did finally call in. But not to us. She called Jim and instructed him to feed us a bullshit story of how she was "stranded" in Eagle River. Kinda didn't work seeing as Jim had already told me she'd been knocked out by Jack Daniels.
So here's what I intend to tell Ronda next time I see her. She payed us ten bucks to watch Chyenne for two hours. Naturally one figures that's five bucks an hour. We had Chyenne for twenty-four hours, deduct the twenty bucks we were given, Ronda owes us a hundred bucks before I ever agree to babysit for her again. Even then, it's iffy.
And, of course, I intend to point out what an incredibly shitty thing she did to us and her own kid.
The strange/sad part of my daughter's friendship with Chyenne, and proof children perceive more than adults would care to admit...both girls are five years old, but Chyenne is very competitive. Chyenne's constantly striving to one-up my daughter. What does my little girl do to show Chyenne she's got something better? She cuddles, hugs, and kisses me and my husband. She knows the one-up she has on Chyenne is that she has a mother and father whom love her and each other. My kid is a minority in this neighborhood by having married parents who don't screw her over in pursuit of their own petty, selfish desires.
At Jun 22, 2008, 11:26:51 AM
I don't understand how people can be so selfish, really.
My daughter comes first. As long as she's happy and well-behaved, I'm happy. When she's miserable, so am I. I had a kid, and now it's my lifelong responsibility to make sure she's in good spirits, polite, and responsible, and I'm cool with that. I love being a mom.
But some people...they care more about themselves than their own kids, and that's sad.
So my daughter has a best friend who lives across the street. Very sweet little girl named Chyenne who's the same age as my daughter. Ronda, Chyenne's mother, popped over yesterday to see if I could babysit for two hours till ten o'clock. I wasn't really up for it, I wasn't feeling particularly well, and I just knew that Ronda would be late. But Ronda practically shoved ten dollars up my nose, and my husband agreed to babysit the kids.
Thank God my husband likes kids.
Ten o'clock rolls around. Eleven o'clock. Midnight. No Ronda. Reuben puts the children to bed, Chyenne stayed the night with us.
Next day at one o'clock pm, Jim, Ronda's roommate, comes by with another ten dollars asking if we could watch Chyenne for another couple hours. He also explained to us that Ronda never made it back home because she'd passed out from an overindulgence in liquor, and was sleeping it off.
By this time, my husband is about ready to chew through the floor out of sheer frustration.
By five o'clock, we still have Chyenne. No sign of Ronda. No calls. We take Chyenne with us to my mum's house for dinner and general goofing off.
By ten o'clock, we bring Chyenne home. No Ronda. Jim asks if we could keep Chyenne another night. Normally I would have let Chyenne stay another night with me, since I like the kid and she'd have more fun at my place, but we had to refuse due to an important appointment we simply can't postpone. So we give Chyenne hugs and leave her to Jim.
Now this just pisses me off. Usually I can't sustain anger at a person because, frankly, I don't possess the mental capacity required for prolonged negative moods. But there's just something wickedly infuriating about Chyenne having a wonderful time being unceremoniously dumped on her neighbors and not wanting to go home while her mother is sucking back the booze and not even giving enough of a shit to at least call to see how her daughter is doing. Even though my daughter was spending the night at my mum's, Chyenne wanted to remain with me and my husband.
Oh, but Ronda did finally call in. But not to us. She called Jim and instructed him to feed us a bullshit story of how she was "stranded" in Eagle River. Kinda didn't work seeing as Jim had already told me she'd been knocked out by Jack Daniels.
So here's what I intend to tell Ronda next time I see her. She payed us ten bucks to watch Chyenne for two hours. Naturally one figures that's five bucks an hour. We had Chyenne for twenty-four hours, deduct the twenty bucks we were given, Ronda owes us a hundred bucks before I ever agree to babysit for her again. Even then, it's iffy.
And, of course, I intend to point out what an incredibly shitty thing she did to us and her own kid.
The strange/sad part of my daughter's friendship with Chyenne, and proof children perceive more than adults would care to admit...both girls are five years old, but Chyenne is very competitive. Chyenne's constantly striving to one-up my daughter. What does my little girl do to show Chyenne she's got something better? She cuddles, hugs, and kisses me and my husband. She knows the one-up she has on Chyenne is that she has a mother and father whom love her and each other. My kid is a minority in this neighborhood by having married parents who don't screw her over in pursuit of their own petty, selfish desires.
...and I'm backquiet.
Status
Written by siklyshweet
At Jun 17, 2008, 6:33:45 AM
Sean - I think I've been keeping you fairly well updated. :) Beginning final sketches.
InsanityWolf - FINISHED!
DimensionWolf - Lost...everything. Did a new sketch, which came out very cool. Will color soon.
CrazDude - Must start on the sketch.
And that's it! Holy crusty crabs on fire! I've gotten myself organized at last! Why? Because when I finish all that is listed above...I intend to open some commissions. That's right, you read it...you will be able to commission me if you want! Be it known that when money is shoved in my face, I aim for very high quality indeed. And I love working *with* people to give them what they're paying for, so all you picky people be not afraid.
I still have yet to figure out prices and all that.
Stay tuned for the next episode of "SiklyShweet Trembles On The Precipice Of A Mental Breakdown Because She's No Good At Sticking A Price On Her Work And Friends And Family Claim She's An Incompetent Boob Who Can't Stick A Price On Her Work Thus They Fight Amongst Each Other To Do It For Her."
The title sucks, but the show should be entertaining.
At the very least.
At Jun 17, 2008, 6:33:45 AM
Sean - I think I've been keeping you fairly well updated. :) Beginning final sketches.
InsanityWolf - FINISHED!
DimensionWolf - Lost...everything. Did a new sketch, which came out very cool. Will color soon.
CrazDude - Must start on the sketch.
And that's it! Holy crusty crabs on fire! I've gotten myself organized at last! Why? Because when I finish all that is listed above...I intend to open some commissions. That's right, you read it...you will be able to commission me if you want! Be it known that when money is shoved in my face, I aim for very high quality indeed. And I love working *with* people to give them what they're paying for, so all you picky people be not afraid.
I still have yet to figure out prices and all that.
Stay tuned for the next episode of "SiklyShweet Trembles On The Precipice Of A Mental Breakdown Because She's No Good At Sticking A Price On Her Work And Friends And Family Claim She's An Incompetent Boob Who Can't Stick A Price On Her Work Thus They Fight Amongst Each Other To Do It For Her."
The title sucks, but the show should be entertaining.
At the very least.
...and I'm backquiet.
FAQ
Written by siklyshweet
At Jun 6, 2008, 10:02:24 AM
This was inspired by [link]
Just some questions I'm asked most often.
Q. How old are you?
A. I'm twenty-eight but have the heart of a child.
Q Are you male or female?
A. Female...with very un-girly interests. My ideal weekend getaway would be to a large mudhole with an M715 or a simple Wrangler with 50"+ Super Swamper TSLs and a good Mopar winch on the front. I'm also a gun-nut. I'm a horror movie addict. The only area in which I'm girly: Foo-foo bath products. Especially anything that smells like roses.
Q. What's your real name?
A. I won't freely divulge my last name on the webz...you'll have to try and decipher my sloppy signature for that. But my real first name is Chrystal; everyone just calls me Sis or Sissy.
Q. How did you learn to draw? When did you start drawing?
A. I started drawing at a very early age indeed. Crayolas on the hallway walls, I once drew all over my sister's dollhouse. I've always loved drawing and found a sense of ultimate freedom with it, there were no limits to what I could do. My dad, who has some impressive artistic talents himself, was my earliest inspiration. Thanks, Dad. :)
As for how I learned, I'm an autodidact. I taught myself through lots and lots of practice. I took one single art class in college, but all we did was draw letters and Golden Rectangles.
Q. Do you think digital art is better than traditional?
A. Goodness no! I'm neutral on the traditional vs. digital. I work in both mediums a lot, and enjoy them both.
Q. What else do you do besides drawing?
A. "Artistically" speaking I also like airbrushing, wood carving, playing guitar and drums, and writing, seeing as I'm mildly articulate.
Q. Would you draw something for me?
A. Not if you jump right out and ask me without offering some money in the deal. I don't do requests for people who leap at my face asking for it. I find it slightly rude, especially when I don't know you all that well...it's like you're trying to take advantage of me, particularly when you throw a hissyfit when I have to refuse. If I like you well enough to do gift art for you, I'll be the one to bring the topic up. Trades are fine. Commissions are swell. Just not requests.
Q. Are you open for commissions?
A. Not really at the moment. I'm heavily backed up on artwork I owe people thanks to my stylus pen problem. Fortunately the problem seems to be rectified, and as soon as I pay my dues, so to speak, I'll probably open some commission slots.
Q. Can you teach me how to draw?
A. I can help. (bet you thought I'd say "no" didn't you!?) If you'd like help from me, you can note me or contact me through MSN. Don't worry, I'm a fairly nice person. I'm willing to write critiques, which are normally very friendly, if you'd like advanced critique, such as redlining an existing piece of art of yours, go right ahead and ask, I'm usually up for it. I also upload the periodic tutorial to my gallery...I'm currently building up a rather large one, so keep your eyes peeled!
Q. We used to chat, but now you never message me anymore. Why is that?
A. Probably because I was the one who was always messaging you and instigating conversation. If you never bother to start a conversation with me, that makes me feel uncomfortable and like an unwanted intruder, it makes me assume you'd really rather not talk with me. I won't force my presence on people who never message me. Trust me, I'm not bitter about it, just sometimes people don't have the right chemistry.
Q. You're on MSN but you're always away! What's up with that?
A. Chances are high that I'm really there, but working on writing a story or goofing off in Photoshop. In other words, working. You can always try messaging me anyway, if I'm truly there, I'll respond. Just when I'm working I'm not paying much attention to who's coming and going on MSN, but it won't bother me at all if you pop up to say hi whilst I be workin'. :)
Q. How come you never post any of your writing on Storm?
A. Because it's embarrassing...safe to say, I don't have a lot of confidence in my writing yet.
Q. Could I convince you in any way to draw a nude/erotic picture?
A. Absolutely not. I don't draw nudes because while I think the human body is a magnificent thing of beauty, certain parts of it are like flies on a wedding cake, i.e., the genitalia. I do not find penises nor vaginas pretty in any way, shape, or form, thus I won't draw them. And I refuse to draw overtly erotic pictures because it just feeds the media-inflamed notion that sex is so important.
And exposed female breasts count as nudity.
Neener!
Well, now...hope this clears up a few things. :)
At Jun 6, 2008, 10:02:24 AM
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Just some questions I'm asked most often.
Q. How old are you?
A. I'm twenty-eight but have the heart of a child.
Q Are you male or female?
A. Female...with very un-girly interests. My ideal weekend getaway would be to a large mudhole with an M715 or a simple Wrangler with 50"+ Super Swamper TSLs and a good Mopar winch on the front. I'm also a gun-nut. I'm a horror movie addict. The only area in which I'm girly: Foo-foo bath products. Especially anything that smells like roses.
Q. What's your real name?
A. I won't freely divulge my last name on the webz...you'll have to try and decipher my sloppy signature for that. But my real first name is Chrystal; everyone just calls me Sis or Sissy.
Q. How did you learn to draw? When did you start drawing?
A. I started drawing at a very early age indeed. Crayolas on the hallway walls, I once drew all over my sister's dollhouse. I've always loved drawing and found a sense of ultimate freedom with it, there were no limits to what I could do. My dad, who has some impressive artistic talents himself, was my earliest inspiration. Thanks, Dad. :)
As for how I learned, I'm an autodidact. I taught myself through lots and lots of practice. I took one single art class in college, but all we did was draw letters and Golden Rectangles.
Q. Do you think digital art is better than traditional?
A. Goodness no! I'm neutral on the traditional vs. digital. I work in both mediums a lot, and enjoy them both.
Q. What else do you do besides drawing?
A. "Artistically" speaking I also like airbrushing, wood carving, playing guitar and drums, and writing, seeing as I'm mildly articulate.
Q. Would you draw something for me?
A. Not if you jump right out and ask me without offering some money in the deal. I don't do requests for people who leap at my face asking for it. I find it slightly rude, especially when I don't know you all that well...it's like you're trying to take advantage of me, particularly when you throw a hissyfit when I have to refuse. If I like you well enough to do gift art for you, I'll be the one to bring the topic up. Trades are fine. Commissions are swell. Just not requests.
Q. Are you open for commissions?
A. Not really at the moment. I'm heavily backed up on artwork I owe people thanks to my stylus pen problem. Fortunately the problem seems to be rectified, and as soon as I pay my dues, so to speak, I'll probably open some commission slots.
Q. Can you teach me how to draw?
A. I can help. (bet you thought I'd say "no" didn't you!?) If you'd like help from me, you can note me or contact me through MSN. Don't worry, I'm a fairly nice person. I'm willing to write critiques, which are normally very friendly, if you'd like advanced critique, such as redlining an existing piece of art of yours, go right ahead and ask, I'm usually up for it. I also upload the periodic tutorial to my gallery...I'm currently building up a rather large one, so keep your eyes peeled!
Q. We used to chat, but now you never message me anymore. Why is that?
A. Probably because I was the one who was always messaging you and instigating conversation. If you never bother to start a conversation with me, that makes me feel uncomfortable and like an unwanted intruder, it makes me assume you'd really rather not talk with me. I won't force my presence on people who never message me. Trust me, I'm not bitter about it, just sometimes people don't have the right chemistry.
Q. You're on MSN but you're always away! What's up with that?
A. Chances are high that I'm really there, but working on writing a story or goofing off in Photoshop. In other words, working. You can always try messaging me anyway, if I'm truly there, I'll respond. Just when I'm working I'm not paying much attention to who's coming and going on MSN, but it won't bother me at all if you pop up to say hi whilst I be workin'. :)
Q. How come you never post any of your writing on Storm?
A. Because it's embarrassing...safe to say, I don't have a lot of confidence in my writing yet.
Q. Could I convince you in any way to draw a nude/erotic picture?
A. Absolutely not. I don't draw nudes because while I think the human body is a magnificent thing of beauty, certain parts of it are like flies on a wedding cake, i.e., the genitalia. I do not find penises nor vaginas pretty in any way, shape, or form, thus I won't draw them. And I refuse to draw overtly erotic pictures because it just feeds the media-inflamed notion that sex is so important.
And exposed female breasts count as nudity.
Neener!
Well, now...hope this clears up a few things. :)
...and I'm backquiet.
Stough...again
Written by siklyshweet
At Jun 1, 2008, 5:12:04 AM
I really have to say, the Mayfly Exchange was a helluva lot of fun. I'm doing it again next time it rolls around, no two ways about it. Just a neat experience, stimulates those old creativity glands...and heck, who doesn't like giving and receiving gifts, eh? I really enjoyed it because there were hardly any limitations. It's like, "Okay, this is a community project...do whatever you want!" Awesome, awesome.
On another fine note, my birthday present came in the mail yesterday. Few weeks back I bought one of those teeny tiny RC helicopters meant for flying inside the house. After crashing it a few dozen times, I got the hang of it...I'm one of those nerdy girls who's been into RC junk since a very tender age.
Anyway, since my dinky little 'copter was bringing me so much joy, I decided to upgrade. Went and ordered a 4-channel (the dinky 'copter is a 2-channel) RC heli'. An ESky Coco Lama v3, to be exact. It came in yesterday, and the only reason I'm making a journal right now is because the battery on my Lama is charging. It's the funnest thing since potato guns!
Now all the neighborhood children know me as The-Lady-Who-Flies-Helicopters.
So...what have I to say to anyone who feels inspired to explore the world of RC helicopters?
1. Try one of those little dinky things, you can usually find them easily. I got mine at Wal-Mart for $30. They're 2-channel, so you can only control throttle, left, and right. But they're very resilient, a lot tougher than they look, and they really prepare you for how an RC 'copter flies while being very forgiving to crashes. The one I have is an AirHogs Havoc Stinger.
2. Do your research. I was up till the wee hours researching all the many different kinds of RC helicopters. ESky is a great company that designs and manufactures loads of RTF (Ready To Fly) 'copters that'll suit novice- and advanced-pilots alike. The Lamas are great for beginners, my Coco Lama has opposing duel rotor blades on a single axis. They spin in opposite directions, it cancels out the need of the tail rotor and gives it unquestionable balance. It's also very quiet. :)
3. Price check and dealer check. I ordered my Coco Lama from a website called xheli.com. I ordered it for $70, it was on sale. At Anchorage House of Hobbies, I saw the same 'copter for over $200! And that was without a flight simulator and anti-crash kit! My Lama came in exactly two weeks after I'd ordered it, in perfect condition, packed very well. The only problem I had was the anti-crash kit (which is really like...sturdy little buoys that take the impact of hard landings and such) didn't come with assembly instructions, so I spent a good--and frustrating--ten minutes figuring out how to put it together and attach it to my 'copter.
The-Lady-Who-Flies-Helicopters says: RC 'copters are a wonderful waste of time!
At Jun 1, 2008, 5:12:04 AM
I really have to say, the Mayfly Exchange was a helluva lot of fun. I'm doing it again next time it rolls around, no two ways about it. Just a neat experience, stimulates those old creativity glands...and heck, who doesn't like giving and receiving gifts, eh? I really enjoyed it because there were hardly any limitations. It's like, "Okay, this is a community project...do whatever you want!" Awesome, awesome.
On another fine note, my birthday present came in the mail yesterday. Few weeks back I bought one of those teeny tiny RC helicopters meant for flying inside the house. After crashing it a few dozen times, I got the hang of it...I'm one of those nerdy girls who's been into RC junk since a very tender age.
Anyway, since my dinky little 'copter was bringing me so much joy, I decided to upgrade. Went and ordered a 4-channel (the dinky 'copter is a 2-channel) RC heli'. An ESky Coco Lama v3, to be exact. It came in yesterday, and the only reason I'm making a journal right now is because the battery on my Lama is charging. It's the funnest thing since potato guns!
Now all the neighborhood children know me as The-Lady-Who-Flies-Helicopters.
So...what have I to say to anyone who feels inspired to explore the world of RC helicopters?
1. Try one of those little dinky things, you can usually find them easily. I got mine at Wal-Mart for $30. They're 2-channel, so you can only control throttle, left, and right. But they're very resilient, a lot tougher than they look, and they really prepare you for how an RC 'copter flies while being very forgiving to crashes. The one I have is an AirHogs Havoc Stinger.
2. Do your research. I was up till the wee hours researching all the many different kinds of RC helicopters. ESky is a great company that designs and manufactures loads of RTF (Ready To Fly) 'copters that'll suit novice- and advanced-pilots alike. The Lamas are great for beginners, my Coco Lama has opposing duel rotor blades on a single axis. They spin in opposite directions, it cancels out the need of the tail rotor and gives it unquestionable balance. It's also very quiet. :)
3. Price check and dealer check. I ordered my Coco Lama from a website called xheli.com. I ordered it for $70, it was on sale. At Anchorage House of Hobbies, I saw the same 'copter for over $200! And that was without a flight simulator and anti-crash kit! My Lama came in exactly two weeks after I'd ordered it, in perfect condition, packed very well. The only problem I had was the anti-crash kit (which is really like...sturdy little buoys that take the impact of hard landings and such) didn't come with assembly instructions, so I spent a good--and frustrating--ten minutes figuring out how to put it together and attach it to my 'copter.
The-Lady-Who-Flies-Helicopters says: RC 'copters are a wonderful waste of time!
...and I'm backquiet.
Ummm...
Written by siklyshweet
At May 30, 2008, 7:11:15 AM
Real journal now.
So what's in store now that I've finished the Mayfly pic?
Well, I've got some seriously important artwork I need to finish. Sean and DimensionWolf--I'm all over it. I owe you twos artwork, and damn it! You're gonna GET IT!
Then I want to do some fanart for K-K-K-Kaaaathy. 'Cause I like her characters. :) And she's done some awesome fanart for me in the past.
Then I modeled a little devil guy after my friend Frankie...and I'm making that into a t-shirt for myself. It turned out really cute. Even if it does look disturbingly like Frank-n-Beans.
HAH! Haaaaaa...I love being an artist, but I hate being a procrastinator.
If I'm forgetting anyone to whom I owe art...dudes, please let me know!
Be good, my freaky darlings.
Don't look at me in that tone of voice.
At May 30, 2008, 7:11:15 AM
Real journal now.
So what's in store now that I've finished the Mayfly pic?
Well, I've got some seriously important artwork I need to finish. Sean and DimensionWolf--I'm all over it. I owe you twos artwork, and damn it! You're gonna GET IT!
Then I want to do some fanart for K-K-K-Kaaaathy. 'Cause I like her characters. :) And she's done some awesome fanart for me in the past.
Then I modeled a little devil guy after my friend Frankie...and I'm making that into a t-shirt for myself. It turned out really cute. Even if it does look disturbingly like Frank-n-Beans.
HAH! Haaaaaa...I love being an artist, but I hate being a procrastinator.
If I'm forgetting anyone to whom I owe art...dudes, please let me know!
Be good, my freaky darlings.
Don't look at me in that tone of voice.
...and I'm backquiet.
Happy Birthday To Me
Written by siklyshweet
At May 17, 2008, 8:15:28 AM
Happy birthday to me...
It's a birthday for me...
Happy birthday, happy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaayah!
Happy birthday to me.
Yay.
Twenty-eight today, I is. And I'm not dead yet so I must be doing something right.
At May 17, 2008, 8:15:28 AM
Happy birthday to me...
It's a birthday for me...
Happy birthday, happy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaayah!
Happy birthday to me.
Yay.
Twenty-eight today, I is. And I'm not dead yet so I must be doing something right.
...and I'm backquiet.
If You're Bored...
Written by siklyshweet
At May 6, 2008, 12:07:33 PM
For your entertainment.
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At May 6, 2008, 12:07:33 PM
For your entertainment.
[link]
...and I'm backquiet.
Some Stough To Try
Written by siklyshweet
At May 2, 2008, 11:30:36 PM
I often get questions on how I managed to draw something. Hair, clothes, such and so on. So I'm just gonna provide a few helpful things to try out.
Take hair. I love drawing hair. Hair can add a lot of personality. Here's something to try if you have trouble drawing flowing long hair. Fill the bathtub or sink with water, then dip a washcloth in the water and swirl it around. Washclothes work the best 'cause they're heavy and easy to track as they move underwater. But just swirl that washcloth under the water and watch how it moves, how it curls on itself. Apply what you see the next time to draw long hair. :)
Fabric, better known as "draping." Sure, anyone can draw clothes, but it takes practice to makes them look real with folds and wrinkles. Draping is easy to study...just take a towel or article of clothing and drape it over a chair. Sometimes I'll stretch a shirt so that my dining room chair is effectively wearing it. For pants I suggest feeding the handle of a broom or something through the a pant leg and leaning the whole thing against a wall.
Shoes? Sure, you've got shoes sitting around the house to look at for reference, but what about how a shoe looks when it's on a walking person's foot? It bends and takes on a different shape. Here's an easy way to reference without staring at peoples' feet as they walk by: Shove a tack or two low into the wall, then wedge a shoe under the tacks so that the toe is bent against the floor and the heel is against the wall. Viola!
Just some simple things you can do around the house...while nobody's looking. :)
At May 2, 2008, 11:30:36 PM
I often get questions on how I managed to draw something. Hair, clothes, such and so on. So I'm just gonna provide a few helpful things to try out.
Take hair. I love drawing hair. Hair can add a lot of personality. Here's something to try if you have trouble drawing flowing long hair. Fill the bathtub or sink with water, then dip a washcloth in the water and swirl it around. Washclothes work the best 'cause they're heavy and easy to track as they move underwater. But just swirl that washcloth under the water and watch how it moves, how it curls on itself. Apply what you see the next time to draw long hair. :)
Fabric, better known as "draping." Sure, anyone can draw clothes, but it takes practice to makes them look real with folds and wrinkles. Draping is easy to study...just take a towel or article of clothing and drape it over a chair. Sometimes I'll stretch a shirt so that my dining room chair is effectively wearing it. For pants I suggest feeding the handle of a broom or something through the a pant leg and leaning the whole thing against a wall.
Shoes? Sure, you've got shoes sitting around the house to look at for reference, but what about how a shoe looks when it's on a walking person's foot? It bends and takes on a different shape. Here's an easy way to reference without staring at peoples' feet as they walk by: Shove a tack or two low into the wall, then wedge a shoe under the tacks so that the toe is bent against the floor and the heel is against the wall. Viola!
Just some simple things you can do around the house...while nobody's looking. :)
...and I'm backquiet.
Does Anyone Actually Read This Crap?
Written by siklyshweet
At Apr 30, 2008, 6:52:50 AM
I've been sick for nearly two weeks. I'm finally kicking it. I've got a cough hanging on, so my voice sounds like...puberty crisis, and disappears completely if I raise the pitch high enough.
The worst thing is my coughing has caused my back to tweak. Mind you, my back sucks anyway, but now I walk with a severe limp and only for short distances.
On a brighter note, I found the stylus pen to my Aiptek tablet...the graphics tablet that's been collecting dust atop my computer desk for over three years. Funny thing was, I found the driver disk while cleaning up, then thought to myself, "Gee, now I just need to find the pen and I can get rid of that thing." I happened to glance up...and there was the pen buried under some drawings on my desk. Believe you me, I'm happy about it...but that's so freaking weird and a little irritating. I've been looking for that pen for ages, thinking it must be hidden beneath the bowels of crap behind my desk, but no, it was right there the whole time, and it seems like the time was ripe for my eyes to be magnetized to it. Kinda creepy in a way.
Another bright note, since I'm feeling so much better, my motivation to work on some art has returned. I've got a project that's got top-priority status, since it actually has a deadline. Theeeen lotsa stuff I need to finish. Presents for people. I'd like to make some more tutorials.
BTW, my sickness has made me really lazy and tapioca-brained. Hence why I haven't commented much on here. But it's not without its charm. My nephew made me play Resident Evil 4 even thought I bitched and moaned that I'd already beat it, but he wanted to watch me play and he won since he's so darn cute...but being high on cold meds does not a good gamer make. I got squashed by a boulder four times in a row, spend an agonizing eternity trying to locate a bad guy who was methodically stabbing me, and stood there like a blank twit unable to comprehend that crazy asshats were lobbing dynamite at me. I'll tell you what, if Leon Kennedy ever materialized into the real world, his first course of action would be to hunt me down and plant his boot firmly up my ass. I first played RE4 right after I had gallbladder surgery, so I was in a pain-med-induced candyland of shits and giggles, I couldn't keep Leon alive longer than five minutes, and I laughed like a lunatic with a prickly pear up the butt whenever he got his head shaved off by the burlap bag-head wielding a chain saw.
Baily, my nephypoo, was a little disappointed that I was clear-headed enough to keep Leon's head attached to his body...but hell, I've got a poster of Leon getting his head sawed off hanging in my living room. Baily'll live.
Man, I'm rambling. Sorry. TL;DR
At Apr 30, 2008, 6:52:50 AM
I've been sick for nearly two weeks. I'm finally kicking it. I've got a cough hanging on, so my voice sounds like...puberty crisis, and disappears completely if I raise the pitch high enough.
The worst thing is my coughing has caused my back to tweak. Mind you, my back sucks anyway, but now I walk with a severe limp and only for short distances.
On a brighter note, I found the stylus pen to my Aiptek tablet...the graphics tablet that's been collecting dust atop my computer desk for over three years. Funny thing was, I found the driver disk while cleaning up, then thought to myself, "Gee, now I just need to find the pen and I can get rid of that thing." I happened to glance up...and there was the pen buried under some drawings on my desk. Believe you me, I'm happy about it...but that's so freaking weird and a little irritating. I've been looking for that pen for ages, thinking it must be hidden beneath the bowels of crap behind my desk, but no, it was right there the whole time, and it seems like the time was ripe for my eyes to be magnetized to it. Kinda creepy in a way.
Another bright note, since I'm feeling so much better, my motivation to work on some art has returned. I've got a project that's got top-priority status, since it actually has a deadline. Theeeen lotsa stuff I need to finish. Presents for people. I'd like to make some more tutorials.
BTW, my sickness has made me really lazy and tapioca-brained. Hence why I haven't commented much on here. But it's not without its charm. My nephew made me play Resident Evil 4 even thought I bitched and moaned that I'd already beat it, but he wanted to watch me play and he won since he's so darn cute...but being high on cold meds does not a good gamer make. I got squashed by a boulder four times in a row, spend an agonizing eternity trying to locate a bad guy who was methodically stabbing me, and stood there like a blank twit unable to comprehend that crazy asshats were lobbing dynamite at me. I'll tell you what, if Leon Kennedy ever materialized into the real world, his first course of action would be to hunt me down and plant his boot firmly up my ass. I first played RE4 right after I had gallbladder surgery, so I was in a pain-med-induced candyland of shits and giggles, I couldn't keep Leon alive longer than five minutes, and I laughed like a lunatic with a prickly pear up the butt whenever he got his head shaved off by the burlap bag-head wielding a chain saw.
Baily, my nephypoo, was a little disappointed that I was clear-headed enough to keep Leon's head attached to his body...but hell, I've got a poster of Leon getting his head sawed off hanging in my living room. Baily'll live.
Man, I'm rambling. Sorry. TL;DR
...and I'm backquiet.
Urge To Kill...Rising
Written by siklyshweet
At Apr 28, 2008, 10:10:39 PM
God damn it all!
I got a new pen, but HAHAHA! bastard won't work! I'm going to STRAAAANGLE my husband because he assumed since Wacom manufactured this particular pen, it'd work on my tablet...even I, the computer illiterate, realized why this pen won't work.
It's a Penabled, for the TabletPC.
ISNOTGONNAWORKONMYINTUOS3!!
GAAAAAARGH!
Somebody please give me a teddy bear so I can rip it to pieces.
<lie>I'm fine. I can be patient and get a new pen. I am calm. I am like a bee on the lily. I am serene.</lie>
I'm off to descend into a destructive rampage of mindless animal fury.
At Apr 28, 2008, 10:10:39 PM
God damn it all!
I got a new pen, but HAHAHA! bastard won't work! I'm going to STRAAAANGLE my husband because he assumed since Wacom manufactured this particular pen, it'd work on my tablet...even I, the computer illiterate, realized why this pen won't work.
It's a Penabled, for the TabletPC.
ISNOTGONNAWORKONMYINTUOS3!!
GAAAAAARGH!
Somebody please give me a teddy bear so I can rip it to pieces.
<lie>I'm fine. I can be patient and get a new pen. I am calm. I am like a bee on the lily. I am serene.</lie>
I'm off to descend into a destructive rampage of mindless animal fury.
...and I'm backquiet.
Magical Moments In History
Written by siklyshweet
At Apr 18, 2008, 5:54:50 AM
I'm so bored. So here we go. Some of the weird things that've happened.
1. I'm not, nor have ever been, suicidal, yet one time I slit my wrist. (It was a complete accident, and I managed to do it with my own thumbnail). Strangest thing, while I'm bleeding all over the place from a slit wrist, all I could think was how horrible it would be to stain my sister's carpet. Run! Run! Into the kitchen!
2. I have a half-moon shaped scar on my butt cheek. I used to go out in the woods with friends and we'd fight...with fireworks. John shoved a lit bottlerocket down my pants. It exploded and left the scar. (I got him back by relentlessly targeting him with Roman Candles).
3. I have a black mark embedded in the skin on the palm of my right hand. My friends think it's hilarious to tell people that it's an unfinished pentagram tattoo, since I'm Christian, but I actually got it by mindlessly reaching into a pencil bucket and getting stabbed.
4. I once witnessed my sister spit in her own eye, shoot a corn kernel out her nostril, and quite literally fart across a parking lot.
5. I once got a hair stuck in my foot. I thought it was a sliver of glass or wood, but no, it was an eyelash IN the sole of my foot. Weird, eh?
6. It's not unusual for me to laugh uncontrollably until I start sobbing like a little bitch. The tiniest things can set me off. You can tell me the funniest joke in the world and get a titter out of me, then I'll notice you have a crumb stuck your lip and just start howling till I cry.
7. I got drooled on by a fuckstick named Sean who speaks with a slur and drools from time to time.
8. I once waltzed with an alligator snapping turtle.
9. I had a goldfish bowl smashed over my head. Fortunately my noggin's like a brick, and I didn't sustain any serious injuries.
10. I got stabbed with a fork one time. In the back. I stole Andy's place on the couch when he got up to get more spaghetti, so he retaliated by stabbing me with his spitty, spaghetti sauce-covered fork. It hurt like and SOB, I can tell you. Sarah and I duct taped Andy to the bunkbed post for that...and forgot about him till we heard his wailings some four hours later when the tape over his mouth got slobbery enough to come off.
At Apr 18, 2008, 5:54:50 AM
I'm so bored. So here we go. Some of the weird things that've happened.
1. I'm not, nor have ever been, suicidal, yet one time I slit my wrist. (It was a complete accident, and I managed to do it with my own thumbnail). Strangest thing, while I'm bleeding all over the place from a slit wrist, all I could think was how horrible it would be to stain my sister's carpet. Run! Run! Into the kitchen!
2. I have a half-moon shaped scar on my butt cheek. I used to go out in the woods with friends and we'd fight...with fireworks. John shoved a lit bottlerocket down my pants. It exploded and left the scar. (I got him back by relentlessly targeting him with Roman Candles).
3. I have a black mark embedded in the skin on the palm of my right hand. My friends think it's hilarious to tell people that it's an unfinished pentagram tattoo, since I'm Christian, but I actually got it by mindlessly reaching into a pencil bucket and getting stabbed.
4. I once witnessed my sister spit in her own eye, shoot a corn kernel out her nostril, and quite literally fart across a parking lot.
5. I once got a hair stuck in my foot. I thought it was a sliver of glass or wood, but no, it was an eyelash IN the sole of my foot. Weird, eh?
6. It's not unusual for me to laugh uncontrollably until I start sobbing like a little bitch. The tiniest things can set me off. You can tell me the funniest joke in the world and get a titter out of me, then I'll notice you have a crumb stuck your lip and just start howling till I cry.
7. I got drooled on by a fuckstick named Sean who speaks with a slur and drools from time to time.
8. I once waltzed with an alligator snapping turtle.
9. I had a goldfish bowl smashed over my head. Fortunately my noggin's like a brick, and I didn't sustain any serious injuries.
10. I got stabbed with a fork one time. In the back. I stole Andy's place on the couch when he got up to get more spaghetti, so he retaliated by stabbing me with his spitty, spaghetti sauce-covered fork. It hurt like and SOB, I can tell you. Sarah and I duct taped Andy to the bunkbed post for that...and forgot about him till we heard his wailings some four hours later when the tape over his mouth got slobbery enough to come off.
...and I'm backquiet.
Tangent
Written by siklyshweet
At Apr 1, 2008, 8:13:02 AM
*sniff*
So I got a BSN stylus pen...the airbrush model, with is my favorite...and the pressure point is damaged.
It's a lot like that string of cars I went through where every single one eventually wound up with a blown head gasket.
I'm cursed.
So now I need to send it back. But the folks who make Wacom are being good to me! They're replacing my pen, going to send it priority, and pay for the shipping. Ahh, such nice people.
Wacom...I love you. I'd totally fill my womb with your babies if...that were...possible...or something.
Anywhoo. Meanwhile I'm going to have to while away my spare time by doing linearts, since I always handle lineart with the mouse.
So I've got a couple personal projects I'm working on.
Doing Muse in cool comic style, just because. Because Muse is my OMGbestfwend! and she's put up with my crap for so long, she deserves my silly artcraps.
Doing a pic for Sean. Sorry, bro...I'm moving slowly on it, but damned if I'm ever gonna tell you I'm too busy to finish it. :)
I've just been in a strange phase of moodiness...I feel so...so...mediocre. I do not LIKE this feeling.
Plus my mum wants me to do artwork for her business.
And I want to make some shirts, damn it!
Tangents. They're not as mouthwatering as tangerines, but damned if the two words don't sound alike.
At Apr 1, 2008, 8:13:02 AM
*sniff*
So I got a BSN stylus pen...the airbrush model, with is my favorite...and the pressure point is damaged.
It's a lot like that string of cars I went through where every single one eventually wound up with a blown head gasket.
I'm cursed.
So now I need to send it back. But the folks who make Wacom are being good to me! They're replacing my pen, going to send it priority, and pay for the shipping. Ahh, such nice people.
Wacom...I love you. I'd totally fill my womb with your babies if...that were...possible...or something.
Anywhoo. Meanwhile I'm going to have to while away my spare time by doing linearts, since I always handle lineart with the mouse.
So I've got a couple personal projects I'm working on.
Doing Muse in cool comic style, just because. Because Muse is my OMGbestfwend! and she's put up with my crap for so long, she deserves my silly artcraps.
Doing a pic for Sean. Sorry, bro...I'm moving slowly on it, but damned if I'm ever gonna tell you I'm too busy to finish it. :)
I've just been in a strange phase of moodiness...I feel so...so...mediocre. I do not LIKE this feeling.
Plus my mum wants me to do artwork for her business.
And I want to make some shirts, damn it!
Tangents. They're not as mouthwatering as tangerines, but damned if the two words don't sound alike.
...and I'm backquiet.
New Hole-Not Filled With Candy
Written by siklyshweet
At Mar 25, 2008, 2:33:32 AM
At Mar 25, 2008, 2:33:32 AM
Mood: brave
Welp, I got a vertical labret piercing. Kinda funny. I wasn't nervous at all until five seconds before the needle went through.
Let me tell ye...
Damn, it hurt. The needle felt much bigger than it actually was, and seemed to take longer going through my lip. It made my toes curl in my boots.
I can safely say I won't ever get it done again. Once was quite enough.
But the guy who pierced me was really cool. Nice, social guy. Jules, the friend who paid for my lip mutilation, also got her labret pierced...but she was somewhat tired and anti-social, and shy because she thought the piercer was, and I quote, "Hot."
Then there was me...filling the spaces with inane chatter. But the piercer was quite loquacious and just nice. Very attentive to detail. I think he erased and reapplied the target marks on my lip like a dozen times.
Anyway, yeah, it hurt. It was very unpleasant. But I really like it, though. But...yus, it feels really odd. I keep feeling the tiny bump on my lip and I'm like, "WTF is that..." because it doesn't feel like a hard chunk of metal, feels like part of my lip since it's all warm. It's a bit weird right now. But I love it. Even my mother, who is grossed out by body piercings, conceded, "Well...that's not so bad!"
Anyway, I'm out.
Let me tell ye...
Damn, it hurt. The needle felt much bigger than it actually was, and seemed to take longer going through my lip. It made my toes curl in my boots.
I can safely say I won't ever get it done again. Once was quite enough.
But the guy who pierced me was really cool. Nice, social guy. Jules, the friend who paid for my lip mutilation, also got her labret pierced...but she was somewhat tired and anti-social, and shy because she thought the piercer was, and I quote, "Hot."
Then there was me...filling the spaces with inane chatter. But the piercer was quite loquacious and just nice. Very attentive to detail. I think he erased and reapplied the target marks on my lip like a dozen times.
Anyway, yeah, it hurt. It was very unpleasant. But I really like it, though. But...yus, it feels really odd. I keep feeling the tiny bump on my lip and I'm like, "WTF is that..." because it doesn't feel like a hard chunk of metal, feels like part of my lip since it's all warm. It's a bit weird right now. But I love it. Even my mother, who is grossed out by body piercings, conceded, "Well...that's not so bad!"
Anyway, I'm out.
...and I'm backquiet.
Bizee un Stough
Written by siklyshweet
At Mar 21, 2008, 10:29:15 AM
Past few days have been busy busy for moi.
Trying to get some cool arts done, but that's kinda hard when people want me to...do things...that involve being...social.
*crank*
Anyway, I'm a little excited today. I'm going in for a lip piercing. Squee. Vertical labret.
I've been keeping any mention of a new hole in my head very hush-hush from my mother. If I just get it done without her knowing, she'll realize it's too late to do anything about it. If she knew beforehand, however, she would put all of her time and energy into trying to talk me out of it.
Don't get me wrong...I love my mum.
But damn, she knows how to nag and drive a person insane.
I just hope she'll deal with this a little better than she did when I got my eyebrow pierced. Her reaction was to scream at me and refuse to look me in the face for two days.
*sigh*
My loverly Jules is paying to mutilate my lip. Since I don't get drunk with her anymore, she wants me to get poked full of holes with her, instead.
I'll try to find the logic in that some other lifetime.
Anywhoooooo...hope to get things settled down and go back to my previous hermit lifestyle.
Buhbuy.
At Mar 21, 2008, 10:29:15 AM
Mood: distracted
Past few days have been busy busy for moi.
Trying to get some cool arts done, but that's kinda hard when people want me to...do things...that involve being...social.
*crank*
Anyway, I'm a little excited today. I'm going in for a lip piercing. Squee. Vertical labret.
I've been keeping any mention of a new hole in my head very hush-hush from my mother. If I just get it done without her knowing, she'll realize it's too late to do anything about it. If she knew beforehand, however, she would put all of her time and energy into trying to talk me out of it.
Don't get me wrong...I love my mum.
But damn, she knows how to nag and drive a person insane.
I just hope she'll deal with this a little better than she did when I got my eyebrow pierced. Her reaction was to scream at me and refuse to look me in the face for two days.
*sigh*
My loverly Jules is paying to mutilate my lip. Since I don't get drunk with her anymore, she wants me to get poked full of holes with her, instead.
I'll try to find the logic in that some other lifetime.
Anywhoooooo...hope to get things settled down and go back to my previous hermit lifestyle.
Buhbuy.
...and I'm backquiet.
Laugh At My Stupidity.
Written by siklyshweet
At Mar 11, 2008, 8:48:27 AM
Dude, so I go to see a friend who works at the local liquor store, talk to her a few minutes, then leave. On my way out I'm just innocently walking along...and I slammed my head right into a wood flower pot attached to one of the eaves pillars outside the liquor store.
Just walked right into it. I didn't even glimpse it last-second or anything.
Apparently, as I've been told, it sounded like someone getting brained with a 2x4.
It certainly hurt. Now I've got a huge lump and a cut just above my hairline.
I should never assume that just because I'm short, flower pots will always be suspended where I won't walk into them.
Thank God I wasn't running.
At Mar 11, 2008, 8:48:27 AM
Mood: embarrassed
Dude, so I go to see a friend who works at the local liquor store, talk to her a few minutes, then leave. On my way out I'm just innocently walking along...and I slammed my head right into a wood flower pot attached to one of the eaves pillars outside the liquor store.
Just walked right into it. I didn't even glimpse it last-second or anything.
Apparently, as I've been told, it sounded like someone getting brained with a 2x4.
It certainly hurt. Now I've got a huge lump and a cut just above my hairline.
I should never assume that just because I'm short, flower pots will always be suspended where I won't walk into them.
Thank God I wasn't running.
...and I'm backquiet.
Painting
Written by siklyshweet
At Mar 9, 2008, 11:13:00 PM
Not the artistic kind of painting.
I'll be busting my buns painting the interior of my house...
So no knowing when I'll update with some art.
I love the smell of wet paint in the mornin'!
At Mar 9, 2008, 11:13:00 PM
Mood: excited
Not the artistic kind of painting.
I'll be busting my buns painting the interior of my house...
So no knowing when I'll update with some art.
I love the smell of wet paint in the mornin'!
...and I'm backquiet.
Joy
Written by siklyshweet
At Mar 6, 2008, 11:31:02 PM
So...yeah, I've moved here from another art site.
By comparison, this place is my calm temple of zen.
I've only been really active here for a few days...but the people here have been just nothing but nice to me and have made me feel at home. I thank you all!
It's an amazingly good feeling. I'm just...happier here.
*stretches out the Welcome mat* Home sweet home.
On a side note, I feel so gosh darn HAPPY, my artistic motivation hath been rekindled. I'm ttly up for art trades whilst I settle in.
Yus. That's how joy-joy I am at the moment.
At Mar 6, 2008, 11:31:02 PM
So...yeah, I've moved here from another art site.
By comparison, this place is my calm temple of zen.
I've only been really active here for a few days...but the people here have been just nothing but nice to me and have made me feel at home. I thank you all!
It's an amazingly good feeling. I'm just...happier here.
*stretches out the Welcome mat* Home sweet home.
On a side note, I feel so gosh darn HAPPY, my artistic motivation hath been rekindled. I'm ttly up for art trades whilst I settle in.
Yus. That's how joy-joy I am at the moment.
...and I'm backquiet.
Hullo...again
Written by siklyshweet
At Feb 29, 2008, 7:54:13 AM
Well...I've gone an completely neglected this account. Sorry 'bout that.
Hoping to change.
Seeeeee yuh!
At Feb 29, 2008, 7:54:13 AM
Mood: amused
Well...I've gone an completely neglected this account. Sorry 'bout that.
Hoping to change.
Seeeeee yuh!
...and I'm backquiet.
Hullo
Written by siklyshweet
At Jul 27, 2007, 9:10:20 AM
New here.
I've got a gallery on deviantart, but many things have caused me to think I should move my artwork to another place.
I dislike inflated egos.
Anyway, hope to find time to submit some more stuff, perhaps make some new friends.
My main interest is drawing humans, but I like to draw...just about anything. I prefer working with pencil and paper and Photoshop, though sometimes I airbrush. I predominantly enjoy drawing fantasy stuff, because there's just no limit on your imagination. :)
I also enjoy writing stories...but I pretty much suck at that.
And I always welcome constructive criticism. If you see something wrong with my art, please PLEASE feel free to point it out to me. I swear I won't hunt you down and chew your legs off. The only way I'll improve is if someone helps me spot mistakes so I don't make them again. So don't be shy, and don't be afraid that I'll snap and shun you if you make me aware that something in my art isn't right.
SHOOMF!
At Jul 27, 2007, 9:10:20 AM
Mood: curious
Listening To: Kidney Thieves
Listening To: Kidney Thieves
New here.
I've got a gallery on deviantart, but many things have caused me to think I should move my artwork to another place.
I dislike inflated egos.
Anyway, hope to find time to submit some more stuff, perhaps make some new friends.
My main interest is drawing humans, but I like to draw...just about anything. I prefer working with pencil and paper and Photoshop, though sometimes I airbrush. I predominantly enjoy drawing fantasy stuff, because there's just no limit on your imagination. :)
I also enjoy writing stories...but I pretty much suck at that.
And I always welcome constructive criticism. If you see something wrong with my art, please PLEASE feel free to point it out to me. I swear I won't hunt you down and chew your legs off. The only way I'll improve is if someone helps me spot mistakes so I don't make them again. So don't be shy, and don't be afraid that I'll snap and shun you if you make me aware that something in my art isn't right.
SHOOMF!
...and I'm backquiet.