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my milkshake brings all the birds to the yard [Aug. 30th, 2006|02:30 pm]
[mood |calmcalm]
[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]
[mood |irateirate]

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]
[mood |confusedconfused]
[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. . . .


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. . . ."
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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]
[mood |calmcalm]

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]
[mood |bouncybouncy]
[music |Keep On Rollin - REO Speedwagon]

Updated the comic. Oh. . . and for anyone I haven't assaulted yet. . . .


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]
[mood |aggravatedaggravated]

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]
[mood |chipperchipper]

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. . . .

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So, my game rocks. . . oh, and also. . .Toracon [Mar. 25th, 2006|11:00 pm]
[mood |avenged]

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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