| my milkshake brings all the birds to the yard |
[Aug. 30th, 2006|02:30 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Sharp Dressed Man | ] |
So I'm supposed to be writing in this thing more often. Problem is, my life's boring. So here's a post all about. . . my baby!
Now, I know there are many of you out there going, "WTF? I didn't know she was a mom!" and several more of you going, "I know for a fact she's not a mom, unless she's been hiding the baby in her attic." Well calm down, my baby isn't human, and the one that was died of attic poisoning and bats eating it years ago.
I have a bird! A rather obnoxious, attention-whoring, talkative one. His name is Scarlet, and he's a Scarlet, Ring-necked Lory. I say this because he looks both like a Scarlet Lory, and a Ring-Necked Lory. I don't know which he is. . . . but it hardly matters. Lories cross-breed all the time.
I got him last year, as a Christmas present in my mother's attempt to maintain my self-respect after my boyfriend dumped me like a used condom. Thankfully, it did the trick. I wasn't in a good place, and though I might seem like a bitter, angry, spiteful woman, I'm a bitter, angry, spiteful woman who's had animals her whole life. It was killing me to be away from my dogs, birds, and summer barn jobs for so many years. Scarlet brought that little extra something back to my life.
Scarlet is going on nine years old, he couldn't be healthier, and he's just about the friendliest bird I've ever encountered. He lacks discipline. . . I've been studying up on it and consulting with bird breeders and trainers for a few months now to get him educated on a few things, but all-in-all, he's a sweetheart who just wants attention ALL THE TIME. That's the 'lacking discipline' part. He talks all day, asks to come out and tempts you by kissing you. . . and once he's out of his cage, he doesn't want to go back in. But he's gotten better at that. . . he's slowly but surely learning the 'step up', 'step down' commands, and he's all but stopped eating my earrings. It probably helped that I got less dangly earrings. . . .
It's just wonderful to come home, walk into my room, and literally KNOW someone is going to be waiting there to say 'Hi' (hello sometimes. . . but he prefers 'hi', it's easier to say). So this particular post is devoted to Scarlet. . . who's chattering at me right now to come out.
Thank you, baby.
- Rukis |
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| ah, cheesecake. . . . |
[Aug. 26th, 2006|11:02 pm] |
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Oh man oh man. . . I'm so poor, it's worth laughing at myself over. Rent due, about $15,000 worth of tuition fees, and I still owe one of my roommates three months of utilities fees. It's hilarious.
I am in so much trouble.
But all's happy, right? It's all gonna work out. Yeah. . . .
Update is coming tommorrow, being that I just got back from a 'family vacation', and I'm still too busy kissing Rochester soil and loving the shit out of my crappy apartment to care about much else. Ye gods, do I love living six hours away from every blood relative. |
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| ok, fess up. . . . |
[Aug. 17th, 2006|02:15 pm] |
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| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Magic Stick by Lil KIm | ] |
This is a classic case of Whodonit?
Who on *earth* upgraded me to a paid account? I've since ruled out the possibility I did it while drunk or very, very tired, after looking at my paid history. I didn't think anyone cared enough about my ramblings, which are few and far between, to bless me with such a gift.
Of course, this now means I have to use this thing more than once a month. I'll feel horrible if I don't. I'm trying to mess with the settings, now, but it's confusing as HELL. . . . Anyone out there with a paid account who can give some pointers on what to tweak and where? I'd love to have my own mood theme. . . I'm guessing you make transparent gifs for that. . . if someone could tell me, like, the size and shit. . . .
Help.
Oh, and the hand LIVES! I have the uber-healing body of death. . . my friends have recently joked I could give Wolverine a run for his money. Well. . . we've all got to have *something*, I guess. . . .
- Rukis
(two characters in a DBZ game,while having sex. . . .)
"Did you feel that?!"
". . . .uh. . . I should hope so. . . ."
"I can feel the power. . . someone's coming. . . ."
*sigh* |
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| ow |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|02:46 pm] |
This will be cross-posted at Tourniquet soon-
There will be a delay in the update this week, as my right hand is currently not functioning. That's what I get for putting it through a window, I guess. . . .
Hopefully, there won't be any permanent, lasting damage. . .it's mostly just gashed up. But typing is a bit difficult, so adieu for now. |
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| I'm ba-aack. . . . |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|03:38 pm] |
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Well, I'm well aware these last few months have made me few friends. After all, I'm certainly not the most personable person there is. . . about the only thing I offer most of the people who read this is my comic. Which hasn't been updating for almost three months now. If you even occasionally stop by the site any more, you would have found out why.
But enough of that. You don't care. . . what you want to know is. . . when the hell is Tourniquet updating again. . . right?
The answer is: tonight. Because three of my readers saw fit to call in a few commissions, and the freelance agency I now use did the rest. I am officially reeling in more money as a freelance artist than I could at my full-time job. By a lot. I quit as of yesterday. I've never been happier. And though the majority of my confidence comes from the contract I have with Tattoo Apparel, and their new reaper line (more about that on my site) the majority of the thanks goes out to the three readers out there who offered me work, and the others who offered me encouragement. I really had to know there were a few of my readers out there who were willing to support a free comic, and not just spam me hate mail, before I was going to quit my job in order to continue updating it.
I think I speak for all free webcomic writers and artists when I make the following statement:
It's free. You have a right to bitch, moan and yell all you want. . . but that's not going to encourage us to update any time sooner. If someone were to walk up to you on the street and hand you a free sandwich, would you complain they didn't get there soon enough?
For all of you who were patient, I honestly and truly apologize. If you're reading this now, I'm glad you stuck it out so long. I was working upwards of 45 hours a week, and though I occasionally had days off, and free time at nights, the last thing I wanted to do was work MORE. Thank you for your patience.
The wait is over now. Look for an update tonight.
- Rukis |
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| many good things |
[May. 10th, 2006|11:51 am] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Keep On Rollin - REO Speedwagon | ] |
Updated the comic. Oh. . . and for anyone I haven't assaulted yet. . . .
I PASSED MY SENIOR THESIS REVIEW!
Yes, I'm THAT happy about it. It means most of my worries for this school year are over. And what's more, they mentioned that my two-quarter project, the one that consumed my life for the first two semesters, was, in their words, 'impressive'. And it helped my chances on getting passed.
*squees from explosive happiness and falls over dead*
Couldn't have gone better. I've been having real issues with this whole college thing recently, and this just sent my courage through the roof. I finally feel like I'm accomplishing something here. Mind you, it's still not something that will help me in my lack of career ahead (schooling can't cover for a lack of raw talent) but it's enough to make me feel better about being here, which is enough.
And I'm keeping my end of the bargain to my mom. . . keeping my average at a good, solid 3.5. Considering how much help she gave me getting all my loans to go here, it's the least I can do for her.
Speaking of which, I might be seeing the motherly unit this upcoming weekend, if I'm not working. It'll be so nice. I have to get her something for mother's day. She's a short, athletic pure-blooded Italian woman who likes death metal, oldschool rock, teaching elementary school students, and her children. Any ideas? I could use some help. |
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| fun times. . . . |
[May. 2nd, 2006|09:13 am] |
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So, I've got less than a week until I propose my senior thesis. Why am I so sure of failure?
Oh, and my Fundamentals of C & I is, in addition to being a dumbshit, a nasty sonofabitch. I'll be lucky to B this course, which is ridiculous. I know how to work a damn computer, thankuverymuch. He'll take any opportunity available to deduct points from everything I do. Motherfucker needs a truck to the head.
I want out of college. . . I've been doing this for four years. I'm done. Really. I don't give a shit that this is supposed to be the treasured time of my young life. I'm fairly certain I'm not going to look back on my useless, shitass Liberal Arts courses in ten years and go, "Oh, if only I was there now. . . ." No. I want to start my real life. I should be graduating this year, but thanks to RIT's policy on accepting transfer students, (namely, "yeah, we know you have enough credits to graduate, but we're going to squeeze you for that extra year so you spit out forty grand") I'm not. I don't want to lose my friends, or my awesome house, but I am dooooone with this college bullshit.
Rowr. My stomach hurts. And I wish my goddamn professor would shut up about rods and cones. Or at the very least, take the rod out of his ass. |
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| Zaralious |
[Apr. 27th, 2006|12:48 am] |
Announcement and warning to all:
The character 'Zaralious' from the Thorium Brotherhood server on WoW is a MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKER. I don't really know why I'm bothering with this. . . the little shit is probably ten years old. . . but he annoyed me enough that I needed to warn the world.
Don't group with this guy. Don't talk with this guy. Don't expect decency equivalent to a human being from him.
If I could report someone for being a dick, I would. I might even try. I doubt the GM's count 'being an asshole' as a legitimate complaint, but it's worth a shot.
And this, ladies and gentleman, is the dark side of MMO's. Immature little bastards ruining the otherwise good time had by all. I'm still so pissed. . . . |
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| well, everyone else was doing it. . . . |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|10:39 pm] |
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| |  chipper | ] |
So. . . Tora-Con. Everyone else's done a con review, so I thought I should. Fair warning, though. . . there's a bit of gloating towards the end of this. It only concerns one individual, and anyone who knows me even remotely well knows who.
The Con was awesome. I honestly didn't think I'd have as much fun as I did, being that I've been so worried about it since I agreed to go. But the staff was very kind, incredibly helpful and giving, and though there was an abundance of fanboy and fangirling amongst the congoers themselves, the people were a lot of fun. What's more, I made enough to pay my rent this month. . . which was the worry of the day. And I met a few really awesome artists, all of which I need to keep in contact with. . . .
I'm so bad at e-mailing, contacting and generally. . . talking to people. At all. But I think it's time I crawled out of my corner. Hearing how friendly the other webcomic artists were with the online community was like shock treatment to me. I'm resolved to be afraid of being social no longer. Or at the very least, I'm going to try.
So, I hung out with TONS of folks I haven't seen in awhile, including the Cazenovia Anime Club, Visual Rebellion, The Crack Crew cosplay folks, Rym's crew, Yuko and Brian, even scattered members of the e-board, when they weren't too busy. The panel was fun. . . I was told I had the most 'unique and interesting commentary', and despite being the low man on the comic totem pole once again, I didn't feel quite as meek as I did last year. I got a couple really awesome commissions I'm looking forward to finishing, my table was a neverending party of button-making and doodling, and our 'Poser Mobile' cosplay skit won best skit. . . which lead to quite possibly the most rewarding part of the whole day.
Seeing the look on my ex's face when I walked out of the event he got booted off the staff of, holding the prize in my pocket.
Call me shallow, but there's something to be said for returning a brutal, malicious lie with a big shit-eating grin, and a sense of accomplishment a nobel prize wouldn't match. I win.
And that's the end of my gloating. For good this time, I think. . . . Yes.
Much thanks to the e-board for inviting me. I had a fantastic time. I don't think any of you read this journal. . . but thank you, anyway. And thank you to all who stopped by my table just to chat, or say hi. Good times were had by all. Oh yeah. . . and one more thing. . . .
POSER MOBILE IN THE HIZ-OUSE, YO! |
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| So, my game rocks. . . oh, and also. . .Toracon |
[Mar. 25th, 2006|11:00 pm] |
Oh, I updated. Yays.
And in other news, the RPG I run, Half-Dragon, is the shit. It's been going for over two years now, and I'm loving the development. We've had nothing but good sessions recently.
Oh, and my bird is a crap machine. Oh my god. . . bird poo, everywhere. Yeah.
Also, I was asked some time ago if I'd reconsider attending Toracon. I am.
The asshole who *caused* me to blacklist this particular con has apparently had a rather hellish couple of months, recently. Homelessness, lack of friends. . . oh. . . the works. Karma's been slapping him around like a dirty whore. I feel somewhat avenged. My life, in comparison, is absolutely awesome right now. . . probably the best it's ever been. It might be time to let go of the anger, and realize I've won.
So, I'm e-mailing the staff now, for an art table. It might be too late. It doesn't really matter. I'll let you all know if I end up going. |
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| *hides in shame* |
[Mar. 12th, 2006|06:06 pm] |
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I UPDATED!
*goes back to hide* |
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| HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! |
[Feb. 26th, 2006|09:53 pm] |
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| |  ecstatic | ] |
LIVE IN FEAR MORTALS, FOR I HAVE RETURNED!
I'm DONE. DONE with the project of death. Completely and utterly dried up, crazy fucked-up tired and have lost my entire concept of time, but I'm DONE. Never mind the fact that I don't know what day it is, still can't properly type straight for the animation-induced agony in my hands. . . nothin' matters, because the semester is over, and I'm done.
. . . okay, I have three papers due. But still.
DONE.
I have to catch up on. . . no joke. . . about a week of sleep. Heh heh. Yeah. You think I'm kidding. No. Much sleep to catch up on. Two final papers and one novel to finish for creative writing.
And the comicking shall commence. |
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| announcement for Tourniquet readers. . . . |
[Feb. 13th, 2006|03:17 pm] |
Okay, so I'm officially announcing my return date to the world of comicking. I'm sorry that I had to leave at all, but my college projects occasionally have to take precedence.
In two weeks, it won't matter if I'm done with this project or not. . . it's still due. And I think I'll be just fine, but the next two weeks are going to be just a tad busy. I'm sure you've all gotten used to the idea of me being missing for awhile. . . but it ends in two weeks. Of that you can be certain.
I'm very sorry the comic had to disappear for two or so months like this. . . but life intervenes sometimes. I've tried to hold onto an updating schedule throughout large projects before, and if often ends fruitlessly. This time, it was impossible.
Wish me luck. |
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| A few things. . . . |
[Jan. 20th, 2006|01:36 pm] |
First off:
The West Jersey Animal Shelter is closing at the end of this month. The Pennsauken, NJ shelter had it's license revoked due to unkept and dangerous conditions for the animals. There are currently 31 dogs and 5 cats on the premises that are in desperate need of adoption. If these animals are not adopted by the end of the month, they will be euthanized.
The West Jersey Animal Shelter is open for adoptions Monday through Friday from 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. and from 11 a.m. until 5 p.m. on Saturdays and Sundays. Phone (856) 486-2180.
I DONT CARE WHERE YOU LIVE WE ALL GOT FRIENDS ON OUR LISTS FROM ALL OVER THE USA PLEASE PLEASE REPOST EVERY REPOST COULD SAVE A ANIMALS LIFE IN NEED
Even if you can't adopt an animal, please repost this.. Eventually it will reach someone you can.. Even if only one pet is adopted, that's still a big difference for that animal's life.
And secondly, for all of you more interested in comic news, I'm working at it. Bad weeks. Bad weeks still to come. Oh god oh god. . . screenings in five. Film one week behind on schedule. Need to start coloring. Guh.
But you will get some stuff this weekend. Me swears it. With my broken and bustin' heart. . . you shall have comic.
- Rukis
"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I come an' beat you wit' until you understand who's in ruttin' command."
- Jayne ("Firefly") |
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| this is for all the lovers. . . . |
[Dec. 17th, 2005|12:34 am] |
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Love is like a bird.
When you least expect it. . . it shits in your face.
Swears it loves you.
Tells you you're safe.
Tells you to trust it. . . just trust it, it says.
Gets bored with you.
Invents five different stories as to why it needs to leave you.
Swears it feels horrible about it.
Really. . . awful.
Aww.
Shoot yourselves in the spleens, kneecaps and guts, you sons of bitches and tell me THEN that you know how we feel. Tell me THEN that you're in as much pain as we are. Tell me THEN that you understand. I'll wait a few minutes until you've choked on your innards, vomited up blood, bile and your own semen all at once. I'll wait until you're doubled over on the ground, knowing you're going to die because no one is calling an ambulance for you.
Then I'll agree with you. You'll know how it feels. . . then.
Oh, and make sure you do all of this right before the fucking holidays. Because your sense of timing has always been a keen one. |
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| mrr. . . . |
[Dec. 14th, 2005|02:00 am] |
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| |  exanimate | ] |
Just an entry to let all know I finally updated. Sorry for the delay. Hasn't been a kind couple of days.
I yet breathe thanks only to the graces of my two wonderful roommates, who pulled me out of quite the vegetative coma through food and a good few hugs to bury myself in. Thank them profusely, otherwise you wouldn't have seen hide nor hair of me for quite some time. |
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| Image spam, yay! |
[Dec. 10th, 2005|06:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hungry | ] |
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| | Tooku Made - Do As Infinity | ] |
Nifty image! And guess what, everyone? No naughty bits!
Yay!
Stykk is mah boy. . . . |
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| WARNING |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|05:44 pm] |
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| |  naughty | ] |
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| | "Gravity" Maaya Sakamoto - Wolf's Rain | ] |
This is a disclaimer for this livejournal. . . .
This is the personal livejournal of a depraved, naughty-bits-obsessed, far-too-horny comic artist. What does that mean for you? It means that posts in this journal will include, and not be limited to. . . .
- Illustrative nudity of all shapes and sizes
- Profanity out the wazoo
- Links to smutty fiction, none of which will contain warnings of said explicit smuttiness
- PENISES! (because for some reason, people seem to exclude male genitalia from the term NUDITY. . . . For as we all know, men do not have penises. Only fuzzy blocks that vaguely resemble a penis-like shape.)
- Rants against major corporations that utterly and completely reflect the opinions of the author
- Rants against individuals that. . . you get the idea
- Llamas having their way with frat boys. Why? Because it's my goldang journal. I can post anything I want. And I want to post about Llamas having their way with frat boys.
I will not remotely link things on this journal because. . . .
A.) That's stupid, it's my journal,
B.) I don't know how to do it, nor do I wish to. I have no urge to understand the greater workings of livejournal.
C.)The NAME of this livejournal is ALIEN STRIPTEASE. If you are looking at it at work, or any place in which someone might lean over your shoulder and assume you're a perv. . . it's not my fault that you got caught. Be more careful. I managed to read explicit fanfiction and view explicit yaoi artwork from a school computer for my junior and senior years of highschool. . . without ever getting caught by a teacher. I believe in you. You can do the same.
This in response to the painful experience of seeing two of my readers debate the morality of livejournal posting. . . on *my* livejournal. I'm sorry to have caused any harm, I love you guys and don't wanna see you fight on behalf of something as unimportant to my comic as MORALS. Tourniquet, and this webcomic, are empty of anything even remotely wholesome. Don't look for something that's not there. My artwork, story, website and subsequently my livejournal are unholy ground. Walk freely in sin and don't tread here if you think it might get you in trouble.
Good night, all!
- Rukis
"Ok, guys. . . if this guy's blue balls drop, I wanna roll for 'em. . . ." *pause* ". . .wait, wait, that came out wrong. . . what I meant to say was. . . well. . . he has rare cannonballs. . . they're blue. . . blue items! He drops them most of the time, I. . . damn. . . this just doesn't sound right no matter how I put it. Just, if anyone loots the balls, I want'em for my gun. . . you can roll for them, too, if you really need them. . . . Crap. I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"
- Me, talking about the Cannonmaster in Stratholm Live (World of Warcraft) and his rare blue cannonball ammo |
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| okay. . . . |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|01:24 pm] |
All right, Angelfire was only crashed for most of last night and early this morning. Things have righted themselves. And I know for a fact it was Angelfire, not a problem on my end, because I checked multiple ways, and the angelfire site was DOWN.
This is all just a sign. . . I need to change providers. I've been saying it for two years now. . . .
*sigh*
Anyway, all is well for the moment. If Tourniquet switches hosts some time in the near future, you now know why. I'm getting tired of this. . . this isn't the first time it's happened. |
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| BULLSHIT I SAY! |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|11:28 am] |
I swear, the fucking world is out to get me!
I UPDATED LAST NIGHT! And now fucking Angelfire has been crashed for the past umpteen hours. MOTHERFUCKINGCOCKSLAPPINGDIRTYPIGFUCKINGWHORES!
Hate. . . life. . . .
Not even the images I linked on my post are showing, because they're fucking LINKED THROUGH ANGELFIRE! |
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