| Filters! |
[Jan. 10th, 2028|05:07 pm] |
Hello and welcome to the flolters. Most of this is friends-only these days, but within this, we have filters! You can opt in on these! It's very exciting. There are things that I want to talk about, you see, that not everyone would want to read. So it's mostly for your convenience, really, rather than mine. :)
These are they:
- [tribe]: This is the headmates filter. Yes, yes; if you're new to this, it does sound a bit crackers, but they've been part of my life and general... existence for so long, now, that it's just another thing, to me. They're friendly, talkative, and rampantly entertaining. They're just a major part of my life, and as such, this is the filter that's used most. Beginner's guide to who lives here is here.
- [*]: I hate when people whack me over the head, unprovoked, with their spiritual outlook. It feels evangelical. I can't be doing with that. So I don't do it myself. This is where I talk spiritualwang. Come ye not herein if you're going to be a disrespectful arse. Stuff talked about in here is genuinely strange.
- [fetish]: Not used a great deal these days, because I find myself at a loss for what to share! I've done all my question-asking, and... well. Anyway, what goes on in this is always NSFW, and always under a cut tag.
Comments on this are screened, and I rarely reply to them, because, lol, to do so would unscreen them. So... yeah. Go. |
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| By the way |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|04:22 pm] |
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If you don't do Twitter, you're missing out on #twiddleenglish which I think's hilarious. But then, I would because a) I am mighty, and b) I made it.
So if you, too, are mighty, I really have only one thing to say to you and that is this:
Wir houlden no unfamiliaritie wyth Affecioun
Yow kennst thisse Regulacioun, et I so to.
An folle Commitmounte ys whatte preyeth on meyne Hirne;
Yow woulde nat thisse soto acquire from ynie alternaughte Manne
Yt ys sothe meyne einlie aim, forto ye telle how yt ys thatte Ich fulle -
Et forto ensiuren thatte ye comme to onderstounde.
Ich wolle nat nie thow givve up;
Nat nie thow downe to lassen;
Nat nie arounde forto runne;
Et yow cause to lieve alleine...
EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD is improved with shoddy pidgin Middle English. EVERYTHING. EVER. |
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| YEAH. |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|04:10 pm] |
For the benefit of Mr. Kite the people what read the public poasts:
I feel down quite a lot, these days. My self-esteem's taken a hammering this year, and, y'know, things have been stressful, what with the whole buying-a-house thing--
- oh yeah, I'm buying a house, did I mention? -
--and I've been horribly scared off talking publically about anything that I'm doing or thinking, ever. But basically, there's one thing I have to remember, and that's this: regardless of what people think about me, the way I live, what I think, do or wear, I am pretty fucking awesome.
And I am. I am pretty fucking awesome. In fact, I might even be tempted to put it like this:
I AM MIGHTY
Thank you, and have a super day. xx |
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| GUYS |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|10:24 am] |
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ARTPOST
Like, not many pictures, and it's NSFW, so. Yeah, comments always welcome and whatever.
I'm in a rampantly good mood today. Nothing, not even buses or missed alarms or fake blood in my ear, can knock it today.
Um, but don't test this, please; I'm rather enjoying it. :) |
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| HELLO |
[Jun. 23rd, 2009|05:46 pm] |
I have returned from LARP! Contrary to every single one of my expectations, it was totally fucking sweet. :)
I spent basically the entire event up a tree, covered in feathers, hurling insults and plums at people. :) And then spewed fake blood everywhere. :) :)
Totally fucking awesome. But I really need to lie down, now. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2009|06:57 pm] |
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Cheering me up today is this post in WTF_art on LJ. It's one of the finest communities out there, bringing me complete visual rapture (read: stuff that's probably distressing to others, but that's just the way I'm slung, I guess) on a regular basis.
Genius. I want some in my fucking house.
In other art news that no-one really cares about, I'm playing with silver shading on my paintings, and it's looking pretty nifty. Grey shadows are a visual thing that fascinates me very hard, and I've seen other artists do it (more often in painted anime work, rather than in stuff that... is like what I do, really) and it always looks really cool. So I gave it ago again, as I tried it several years previous and it came out entirely shittastic, but my skills have advanced these days and bam! lookin' awesome. :) I mean, I made it hard for myself by trying to incorporate it into cel-shading and that's an entire bitch (it'd have been far easier with painted stuff, but I LIKE TO MAKE THINGS DIFFICULT FOR MYSELF SHUT UP) but it still looks okay. It isn't very balanced in some parts, buuuuutttt.. can I be arsed to rectify that, now? Probably, since I've mentioned it. Hmm.
And no-one cares. :D But I do. |
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| And some other things |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|10:13 am] |
- Calling was good, music fantastic. Currently, because you care so deeply, I suppose, And One are ruling my life. Lupie in "All German electropop, all the time" shocker.
- I smell.
- The Onion is fantastic, as always.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Other than that, man, I am so bad at being around people at the moment. So if I've been out-of-kilter at you, that's what's going on. Not your fault, just me. |
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| GOODNESS ME ISN'T IT HOT IN HERE |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|12:42 am] |
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OH NO EVERYONE CAN SEE MY BUM
Artpost, bitches. I'm tired, now, so I'm going to fuck off to bed and do a metric tonne of sleep. You heard me. Sleep. I am living on the goddamn edge, I am.
PS. Art trade art from me is right in there, so if you participated, why don't you take a look. Take a look even if you didn't. I fucking rock and you know it.
PPS. Not everyone's got their halves of the trade in. Let me know if you're one of these people. |
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| Socks and Puppets! |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|02:08 pm] |
You know what's awesome? Making things for people.
You know what's awesome too? People making things for you.
You know what's doubley awesome? Making things for people while they make things for you.
Now make this into an anonymous international crazy-making-shit-extrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrravaganza, and you have SOCKS AND PUPPETS.
Any variety of creativewang is welcome, be it writing, making, cutting, sticking, drawing or ...whatever. Sign up. Have fun. |
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| Trades, part II |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:44 pm] |
I suck, you know? I drew up all my trades at work and left them there! So all participants will get their, uh, cookies on Monday evening. I hope that's okay! MULTIPLE AND GINORMOUS THANKS to all those who've participated! Some TRUE CRACK has been spawned and that's ideal, quite frankly.
Totally doing this again :D :D |
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| Traaaayyydes. |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|11:42 am] |
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I wanna do some art trades. Anyone want in? An I'll-draw-yours-you-draw-mine kinda thing. I have some scrap paper and a biro! (Lol this is going to be a sketchtrade, obviously; nothing polished; quick and dirty [like yer mum] is the way forward~)
If you want in, just leave me image references/descriptions of the character/thinger you want drawing, and I'll... leave refs of my lot here.
- Bronze has a face. The rest of him is under this pile of gay, here. Giant, tall and muscular, red hair.
- This is Zlaijerh. He has a face. Four arms, scars, a smile.
- We all love Weiss. And if you don't, you should. Skinny, blond, sarcastic, gloved.
Pick one, I don't care. Let's go! I'm bored and I have a biro! Quick 'n' dirty, come on, quick, while I'm feeling sociable. :)
TWO PUBLIC POSTS IN ONE DAY? THE WORLD MUST BE ENDING |
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| BEWAR THE FANWANK |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|10:24 am] |
BEEE WAAAARR
Okay, so yesterday, I gathered all my palpitations/tremors/sweating/aneurisms together and sat down to watch the gameplay demo/creator's interview/trailer for Assassin's Creed II.
I squealed. I have come to the difficult but necessary conclusion that I shouldn't experience anything to do with ACII in the presence of those with sensitive hearing, those with hearing, cut glass and dogs.
Basically, it's all extremely exciting. Italian Renaissance? With a Florentine noble who's a canonic example of A Sassin (rather than an Assassin)? Set in motherfucking Venice? With two stabbers and Leonardo da Vinci? That sound you just heard was me coming down one leg.
Assassin's Creed was, for me, basically a perfect game. Yes, yes; you can wank on about repetitive side-quests and informant missions as much as you like. I don't care. That's only a tiny, tiny part of the game for me. I experience games like I do films. I want cinematics; giant soaring soundtracks and plot. Assassin's Creed delivered. I was happy. Plus, it had the exact sort of "OH NO SYMBOLS :(" wang in it that simultaneously terrifies and engages me to the hilt. Remember the ending of the game? I spent a week looking all that shit up. And having crazy nightmares about it. Bad ass.
I'm a little peeved with Ubisoft for giving us an interim AC game solely released on the PSP. It explains the link between Altaiir and Ezio, apparently. Fuck! I don't have a PSP! I'll either have to steal/beg/borrow one, or emulate that shit up on thomas's Gaming Beast PC. I can't just miss a bit, no. That's loser talk.
I'm not participating in the online fandom for reasons of my own (mostly revolving around being a bit mad) which I'm slightly sad about, I suppose, but you know, whatever. I'm very bad at joining in with a fandom. Always have been. The last one was Rammstein, and I learned that participating with a fandom just doesn't work with my mind, so that's a lesson well learned, I think.
I dream of working for Ubisoft. A mate of mine is living that dream, having just got a job with Ubisoft in Montreal. The gnawing "Fuck, that's my dream" pain in my stomach makes me sort of wish I couldn't draw at all so that I could definitely rule that dream out and not be stuck in this hinterland of can-I-can't-I-do-they-want-me-or-not wank. Sigh. One day, maybe. Or perhaps I'll always be saying that. Oh well.
Oh my fuck, a public post that pertains to more than "Nice weather isn't it"? Crazy.
Tl;dr: OH MY ACTUAL FUCK ASSASSIN'S CREED II. The end. and I did it all without wanging on about Altaiir for A YEAR. |
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| Fuck today. |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|09:20 am] |
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Last night, I managed to do a stupid (read: fuck you, caffeine) and was ill. So I went to lie down at about 8pm, intending to be up and go see Mark and wrestling.
I woke up at 7am with my alarm this morning.
I assume I needed the sleep?
So today, I'm grumpy as all hell. All hell, I tell you. I had an argument about animal testing at the bus stop. That's how grumpy I am today. (This guy was all, "But but but they're expressive!" and I was all, "Fuck expression, people require drugs to not die WOULD YOU PREFER US TO USE HUMANS") And then I sat at the back of the bus in my Angry Coat of Glorious Soviet Revolution and brooded into my hot chocolate.
And then I spent several attempts trying to log into my computer this morning with ctrl+alt+enter, swearing at my delete key for not working. Several attempts, I tell you.
I kind of want to go home, go back to bed, and get up again and start over. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|09:04 am] |
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ART POST SOON
Just sayin'. Watch that space.
OH WAIT OH GUYS OH WHAT'S THIS OH MAN I HAVE NO IDEA GOODNESS ISN'T IT HOT IN HERE OH NO EVERYONE CAN SEE MY BUM |
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| Argh. :( |
[Jun. 2nd, 2009|12:28 pm] |
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Work hath spoken. I'm a contractor, therefore sort of self-employed, and the upshot is, I have to do my own tax.
Trying very, very hard not to believe that this is the end of the world (numbers are my actual kryptonite) and that somehow, magically, it'll get done.
"Lost" doesn't really cover it. H-help, guys. |
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| NO |
[Jun. 1st, 2009|10:40 am] |
Firstly, this kid is badass.
Secondly, you must have all heard by now about the Kansas doctor who was shot and killed at a church ...yesterday? Yesterday morning, I think.
So, hooray for that kid, and FUCK YOU to the motherfucks who think it's fine to go around shooting people because you don't agree with them. So that doctor offered late-term abortions, and you call yourself "pro-life". That man was alive. You want to protect life? You don't fucking shoot people. That's it. That man had years of actual life, memories, stories, relationships, work, acheivements - everything. Foetuses don't. Potential, yes, but that man was alive. You can argue semantics over when life begins as much as you like, but that man was unarguably alive, and now he isn't, because you're a bunch of fucks.
...And that's my lolitics for the day. And now, motherfuckin' cereals. |
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| Bravo, the BNP. |
[May. 31st, 2009|01:06 pm] |
I see they're making thmselves not look like a bunch of hoo-hahing Nazis again. Well done, chaps! Jolly good. Ushering Britain into a fine new era of love and tolerance.
Oh wait.
Bunch of fucks.
In other, less Nazi-tastic news, I've just smashed the fuck out of my deviantART gallery, disappearing the pieces that make me cry, and only leaving the stuff that I can tolerate. May do a bit more fine-tuned smashing later. God, it makes me feel good. Fuck my old work. I'd show you a comparison over the years to show how much I've improved, but looking at my work from even a year ago makes me feel sick, let alone stuff from 2005. So I won't. Just take my word for it.
Okay, train-time-wrangling-time. |
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[May. 27th, 2009|10:30 am] |
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NO-ONE WILL EVER STEAL IT
just fyi
Also, happy birthday Oliver, if you're reading this. If not, I'll just paint the side of a building or fly paper planes into the back of your head or something.
I don't want to be at work. I want to be at home reading one of the many totally brilliant books (an actually ancient copy of the Eucharist, a silk-bound edition of Wilde's Salome in an actually good translation and The Arrival, which is a picture book fashioned entirely out of bits of my soul. Now that I own it, I have all my soul back again. THERE IS A CITY MADE OF OWLS) and writing thank you notes to members of my family in case they stop talking to me for a year, again. Lol, family.
Best birthday literally ever. :) |
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[May. 26th, 2009|10:37 pm] |
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That was literally the best birthday ever. Thank you everyone who participated. :) I love you all more than I love my scrawled-on my facial hair, and that is quite a lot. <3<3<3 |
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[May. 26th, 2009|02:00 pm] |
It's probably bad, isn't it, that I want to go and see Angels and Demons again purely because earnest young blond priest flapping about in a perfectly tailored cassock.
...Sh-shut up. :(
Edit: I absolutely promise I didn't just do a quick viddy for cassocks and am not deeply saddened that they're mostly out of my price range, being as they are about £200 up. |
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