The “Blue Pill” pic from goldcam can be found here.

kewpie linked me on her site… “th1s d00d 1s n34t0!” Its not quite the “fucking brilliant” that BitterKid got, but well… Heh, I rock. ;D

(Yes, I realize that’s the basic content of every third journal entry… I have low-self esteem and I compensate for it by creating a false ego. Deal. ;P )

Currently have 8 simultaneous transfers on Napster at 25kbps each. Mon crayon est large! (‘ats french)

Just realised I have some badass forearms. Guess I really am pumped from using the mouse!

Too bad its the only muscle group of mine that’s pumped.

You know, its not easy being so fucking cool all the time… or constantly being right when everyone around you is wrong. But you survive, you adjust. You try to keep things low-key… not show off what a badass you are. But eventually it gets out, and you’ve got all the worshiping and shit… Not that I mind a little one on one worship with a hottie… or two on one even… hell, why put limits on the hotties? What am I saying? Umm…

Its good to be the king.

I fear some terrible humour has befallen myself and all of my compatriots. We are all showing the straign. Too much hard living, too much pain, too much sorrow. I prey that war may set some things right; give us the time we need to center ourselves, once again.

I like the drawing of “Joe” (Which is actually of “Kangeki”, I misread the strip)… These are based on “Gomen Nasai“. Its not very clear, but that is Naomi’s hair, not ears… You kinda have to see the strip to see how it’s supposed to look.

My soul wants to scream to the horizons. A wordless scream of rage, frustration, fear, loss, indecision, delusion, horror… My mind won’t let me scream, though. If I scream now, people will hear me, and I’ll have to explain myself to them.

I see myself standing alone in the desert; flat sands stretching to the mountains far in the distance. I scream… but there is no one there to understand my scream. What’s the point?

We’re taught that acting for other people, putting on a show of emotions, is wrong. Its disingenuine. There is no real worth to an emotion if it is only displayed for others and not some uncontrollable feeling which may or may not occur to us in the presence of an audience. But man is not a solitary beast.

Sure, opposable thumbs and the ability to make tools may set us apart from the other species. Yes, we have developed beyond the reach of the survival of the fittest. We have explored our world, our bodies, and the heavens… But what truly sets us apart from “lesser” creatures is our ability to relate to others. That is what makes us human. So what is so damn wrong about feeling the need for a person to share in your feelings? What is so wrong about wanting someone there when you scream your lungs out, to share your pain, and shed a tear along with you…?

Not a damn thing.

All righty… Well, the image of my new sketch was too damn big for the journal… (Its only 18k, I swear) But you can find it here.

The top one was good until I added the bunny ears. The bottom one I think came out pretty damn well. (OK, the eyes are a bit freaky, and the lines are a bit shakey, but its not bad)

They’re both inspired by characters over at Tang’s Weekly Comic. (Hint, the bottom one is a red-head.)

Oh yeah, these were drawn later during the 28th, in case you’re interested.

Damn these normal people who think 9am is an OK time to be calling. Come on, people! That’s sick! Even if I hadn’t gone to sleep at 5am, that’s just wrong… Ugh.