Get On The Ball...

I feel like such a slacker, I've been slacking on my daily work out. Plus, I just wasted so very many hours watching tv where I could have been writing or drawing or something... grrr... slacking.




MOOD
Slack (I hate slack. I don't have a smiley for that.)

They Won't Come Clean...

I was probably going to write more of that self-revealing bs that I tend to write when I write things, but I just spent the last 3 1/2 hours essentially talking with Brent about that kind of stuff, so I guess that I got it out of my system. One thing I find interesting, I heard from someone (second hand at that), that I am the answer to someone's prayers. So, yeah, we'll see how that works out. My mother commented that the thing about having someone say that you are special is that you then feel like you have to live up to it. My conclusion, though, is that when you're used to not have people tell you you're special (or even tell you something's wrong with you), you feel uncomfortable when someone tells you you are (special, not wrong). It doesn't fit with your concept of how the world works. So yeah, keep your frickin' praises to yourself people, I'll have none of what you're serving... for now that is. Of course, praise for the art is a different story. Speaking of art, oh shits, it's another seraph...

So this one is called Ashen Seraph. This is the sketch above. It was supposed to be another black and white piece like "Touch Seraph", but I liked the line work so much I colored it. Click on the sketch to see the colored version. I think her wings where once all colorful, but not they are stained. Not that she seems to care actually. So, I need to refine the detail on the wings, I need to tighten the shape of the face... I don't know, is this good yet?





MOOD
????? (I have no idea what I feel right now. I'm going to sleep.)

A Slacker Am I...

So, I promised a new Seraph, and I painted a new Seraph, but I have not posted a new Seraph, so I promise to update ton ight... honest.

Wow...

A whole weekend and nothing I have to do. I don't even know what to do with myself. Let's begin, shall we.

I Didn't Expect There To Be A Dinosaur...

One of the funniest things I've ever heard in one of my dreams. It was uttered by Penguin (like from Batman) to a group of other villains. It was funny, because who would expect there to be a dinosaur... You had to be there.

Working on another seraph, sketch is done, but it's so nice that I'm not even going to show it to you right now. That way, it will amplify the surprise, and when you see it, you'll be all like "Oh shits!!!" and I'll be all like "Yeah, I know right". word. So anyway, a little more writing...

I blow your front to back/
and back across the street with that/
Speed dial your squad up on your celly/
where they at, react.

Enjoy it now/
cuz things are known to fall apart collapse/
I keep my mind in shape/
my pen is doing jumping jacks.

Beats, anyone? Anyone got a beat?

MOOD
happy: (that my friend is once again looking into getting me a job where he's at. Here's hoping, there's a charm.)

Take In This Medicine...

like Ibuprofren/
eyes open, I's spittin'/
lyrics, got you floatin'

It's potent, use only as prescribed/
or you'll be overdosin'/
eyes bloodshot/
shakin' like you got the holy ghost in/

Side of you/
my lyrics got you quotin'/
me on the low/
like I don't even be notin'/

You noticing my MC styles/
got you hopin'/
Frontin', you ain't no child-proof cap/
I got you open.


A new rhyme I was working on over the weekend that's about 24 bars deep, so it's coming along. So, the weekend was another one of those meant-to-do-nothing-but-instead-didn't-do-nothing type affairs. Sat. was all good, I did a good bit of nothing then, namely laundry, a couple of episodes of Bad Boys of Comedy, writing, and watching the animals. Also saw Transporter 2. I liked it, that is to say, it's wat I expected. I don't know if Peter liked it, but I suspect he didn't. I think he expects entirely too much from things. My only beef is why is a professional driver driving an automatic. I don't care if it is tiptronic, it still just wouldn't happen. Nice car though, Audi A8. We'll put that in the things-I-want-but-can't-have-right-now pile. Of course, 6 months ago, I wouldn't have thought I could have my 6, so who knows. Anyway, back to the weekend. I topped the whole thing off with a piece of carrot cake from Barnes and Nobles, a Carmel Frappacinno, and a couple episodes of Def Poetry. How could you not be happy with a day like that.

So, that's where the doing nothing ended. Sat. I was woken up by one of the Baha'i's in my community's computer troubles. I help her with this kind of stuff from time to time, and she pays me 10 dollars an hour to do it, which really isn't much IMO. I've tried to get her to let me do the work for free, or to just put the money in the fund for me (she'd be doing me a favor that way), but she insists on paying me (if only everything in life worked like that). She made the mistake of paying me with a check this time, which I made the mistake of leaving on my desk in Richmond, and I don't think I'm going back this weekend (oops). Oh well, that'll learn her. After that, it was a cook out at Sean's house. Except for the praying mantis that tried to land on my face (by try I mean did), it was nice.

The weekend was rounded out by spending all Labor Day cooking. It was an ambitious undertaking to say the least. Basically, I started about 2 hours later than I wanted to (and this was with starting as soon as I woke up). Therefore, the meat (chicken and salmon) only marinated for roughly 2 hours instead of the preferred 4. As a result, the fish didn't really take on any of the flavor in which it soaked, and the chicken was a little dry. I'm not sure if the risotto was the right texture (I've never made risotto before), and it's my conclusion that I should have only used 1 cup of rice. My Asparagus was limp, apparently it cooks really, really quick. Finally, my herb butter was made with Country Crock, which it dawned on me isn't actually butter, so it doesn't melt like butter. It worked fine on the rolls, but didn't melt on the asparagus like I wanted. Oh yeah, and I don't think the frozen pie baked quite enough. The crust wasn't as firm as it could have been. I didn't mind personally, but you know, while we're keeping score. Overall, it was a meal full of the right flavors, just the wrong textures. Maybe I'll give some of this stuff another try this weekend.

And now for something completly different.

So, this is the youngest of the Seraphs, "Touch Seraph". She is officially numbered as the 6th Seraph, as I have two more that I'm working on, but haven't gotten far into. Like I said before, not as interesting as the others. Nothing particularly wierd about this one. I think I did reasonably will with the pencil work, I just need to pick a more challenging subject. I'm thinking of doing the next one in pencil as well. Hopefully something with more facial expression (or any facial expression). I just need to find a good refrence photo.



MOOD
disappointed: (with my cooking/art, but happy with my writing at least).

Like Harry Potter With A...

vagina. Something I heard said on tv recently. I'm not even kidding, tv has just gotten strange.

So, I've been thinking about what I've been thinking about recently, and it turns out, I'm still thinking about the same person I was thinking about before, just differently now. Despite my best efforts she remains on my thoughts. Naturally, my first thought is "just let it go, you lost." My second thought is "say more prayers, even if you can't help someone directly, you can always put in a good word for them." My third, and the most interesting one to me is "maybe you're just affraid that you're not going to meet another person like her, especially since it's rare that you're even interested in another person." Yeah, to tell the truth, I think that's it. I just have to have faith that there are more interesting, attractive women out there who are my intellectual equal, or at least capable of free thought. To some degree I think I'm losing faith in women, because, despite their best efforts, a lot of them fall in line with the classic american conception of what a women should be, and 9 times out of 10, I don't find that very interesting.

I guess I bring this up, because the other day my sister made a comment about me getting married. To which I replied that I don't even meet that many women for that to be a viable option at the moment. So, god bless her, her heart's in the right place, she suggest things like picking up women in the supermarket. Hmmm... not quite my style. It's hard to get to know someone while standing in the cereal aisle. "Woah, you like poptarts, I totally like poptarts too. We should go out!" Hmmm... yeah, I can't see that. Especially since I have this backwards sort of way of doing things. I generally have to love a person before I even care enough to put the effort into wanting to get closer to them. This isn't very hard for me, cuz, on some level or another, I generally love everybody, especially my friends. But for me, I can't find enough interesting about the person to become lost in them, then what the hell's the point? That's just another friend the way I see it. I suppose if I operated by the nromal rules, the goal would be sex, and making deep connections wouldn't really be necessary, but I'm Baha'i, thus the goal is not sex, the goal is spiritual growth (first and formmost at least). I can't say that this system really "works" persay, but in the universe that exists as my perceptions in my head, it just makes more sense that way. Deep, now art

This looks to be the next of my seraph collection, currently titled "Touch-A-Seraph", or something like that, I'm not sure yet. It's actually kind of boring by comparison, especially without colors. My thinking is that I'm going to actually shade it, and make it a real pencil drawing. I don't do that much, but I suppose it's within my reach. Originally this was going to be more macabre, but it just didn't go that route. It started just from the base sketch I did, and took a turn away from the dark when I found myself inspired by a waitress at Mary Angela's. Every time I looked at her, her back was facing me. She wasn't wearing anything special, but still, there was something I found artistically interesting about her. In fact, the seraph is wearing far more interesting clothes than the waitress was. It's wierd what one gets inspired by. Personally, I hope I can figure out something to make it a more interesting drawing, but, if not, there's always next time.



MOOD
sinister: (I really like this one, I've been looking for an excuse to use this one. You don't know me, I might really be sinister, diabolical even.)

Now I Ain't Saying She A Gold Digger...

Yeah, I'm a bit obsessed with that song right now, mainly it's Jamie Foxx. I am so impressed with just how talented he is. I would love to see more of his work, but I've already seen it all, namely Collateral and Ray. If somehow I become a famous rap artist (#3 on my list of things to do this year), I'll have to get him to sing a few hooks for me.

No art tonight, but I am up to 54 bars...

In the lands they call hood/
This may even be in yo' town./
When things start going down/
Then they known for blowing rounds/
At anyone who wants to dance/
Like it was a ho down.


MOOD
happy: (I haven't felt this good in a minute, I guess writing does that to me.)