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Hey guys, just a courtesy call, I don't actually use this site anymore. In fact I'll probably be shutting the account down at some point.
Thanks for everyone's kind words and sorry I never got back to y'all!
Guys thanks a lot for all your kind words on Get Ready To Die. It's a daily boost!
Man I really should use this site more
Go commission :iconmanicyelowcat:, she is a really good artist I met way back in Ebon Spire and she needs monies. Her prices are extremely reasonable so if you want some cool cartoony stuff, hit her up.
I'm going to be periscope down for a few months. Full details here.
  • Mood: Tired
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Atrium Carceri - A Place To Call Home
  • Eating: Pistachios
  • Drinking: Apple juice
This month has not been nice to me. At all.

I got hit with huge fees by mistake which sent my account spiralling within the "over one hundred dollars overdrawn" area, and although I eventually got it sorted and refunded, it meant that I spent two weeks without money. Yes, you read that correctly. I actually had no money and had to basically live off the generosity of friends.

Compounded with various house problems and emotional situations, 30characters has frankly been the last thing on my mind.

Things have stabilised now and I'm doing well, but there is no chance I am going to catch up by drawing seventeen pictures in a day. I literally do not have the energy at this point in time.

Sorry to everyone who was hoping to see more from me, but there's always next year, right?

Peace out, love yas,

Slunk
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Devin Townsend - The Fluke
  • Eating: Eggs
  • Drinking: Milk
You're in HD now?

Well, if you're going to twist my arm.
  • Mood: Sentimental
  • Listening to: Jordan Rudess - Sound Chaser
  • Playing: Guess
x-posted from my tumblr:

It all started on an island in the middle of the ocean (and strangely, stayed there - normally my dreams' locations are all over the fucking place) with a new, hardcore variation of Wacky Races that I was participating in. I replaced Dick Dastardly, my familiar was a monkey instead of Mutley and the new version was called Zany Deathrace. The speed at which the cars travelled around the island course was nigh on supersonic, and the game was deadly - the lumberjack had at one point cut a knight's horse who was in the race in half with the buzzsaw on the front of his wooden car.

Suddenly, there was a gigantic black mechanical spider-like machine stomping after us and it annihilated all of the other racers and spectators, reducing the populated section of the island to ash. It was like a flatter, squatter version of the steampunk spider from Wild Wild West, but then as it caught my car, all of the outer machinery crumbled away to show its true form, a slick, space-age monstrosity that suggested it was capable of anything. Inside the cockpit the original Professor Fate from The Amazing Race (but wearing a cowboy hat) announced that it felt good to be a member of the League of Evil Geniuses and with a twist of his machine's neck, hurled my car across to the other side of the island.

Injured, I recouperated for the next week at my dad's private chateau in that section of the island, until I gained the strength to join him on one of his explorations of the island. During the foray, however, I got lost and was eventually discovered by a secret society of ultra-feminist lesbians who took me prisoner, but after questioning me on my views on gender and sexuality, eventually swore me in as one of their own. They gave me some very manly clothes (it was what they wore), but I ran down to the Myer Centre (apparently the Brisbane Central Business District was located inside this island) which was suddenly a Vegas-like circus of colour, sound and performers, a sin city with flashing lights, and I ran into a dress store and bought the most expensive dress I could find because they had wired thousands into my bank account. I found a poofy purple silk dress and bought it. I was ready to go.

They gave me a magic talking chicken who was big enough for me and my monkey to ride (I swear to god I am not making any of this up), and I taught him how to go in the exact direction I wanted him to (after many mishaps) by pulling his right wing in different directions. Together we flew around the island and eventually I stopped him and we grabbed onto the side of a tree to watch a huge swarm of dog-sized galahs fly from one tree to the other in a strongly orange dawn sun. The sight was so beautiful that I cried tears of joy. My monkey and chicken both commented that if I filled up some buckets with them we could get very rich selling them to a dark city where tears were the currency, and tears of joy were especially valuable. I probably got that bit from the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie.

Then I woke up.
  • Mood: Wow!
  • Listening to: Sia - Buttons
  • Reading: George Orwell - 1984
  • Drinking: Orange Juice
You cannot believe how awesome it was to rock up in double-denim with two guys in tuxedos and a girl in a red dress, throwing a football to each other in the theatre waiting for the movie to begin, bearing the onslaught of a thousand spoons, screaming "WHERE ARE WE?!" every time there was an establishing shot of San Francisco, repeating all of Tommy's lines, etc., but the best came at the end.

Two of my tuxedo'd friends run up to the front of the theatre and climb up onto the platform, pulling out their capguns as Tommy utters "god, forgive me" and blowing their brains out with unison with him. I got up, clapped, and the whole theatre joined in a standing ovation of screaming cheers.

Best motherfucking night ever.
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Virt - Shantae Bandit Town Redux
  • Reading: China Miéville - The City And The City
  • Watching: The Room
This movie?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyophY…

I went and watched a late night screening of it with some friends last night. A whole theatre of people saying their favourite lines in unison and the room united in the scream of "OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD" :iconohmygodplz:

It was fucking sweet
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Musique de Paris Dernière Volume VII
  • Reading: China Miéville - The City And The City
Hey guys, remember that movie blog I ran?

Well, sometimes I still have the energy to maintain it.
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Isan - Eusa's Head
  • Reading: Everything by China Miéville I can find
Now I have to go back to being a normal person again. Oh, p.s., America was FUCKIN' SWEET.



Yes, I did
enjoy myself
:iconinamericaplz:
  • Mood: Astonished
  • Listening to: Virt - Turbonugget
  • Eating: Cereal
You won't hear from me until I get back from the UNITED STATES
  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: Pet Shop Boys - One And One Make Five
  • Eating: Cereal
It was pretty sweet. Hella sweet, you could say.









  • Mood: Sentimental
  • Listening to: The Bloody Beetroots - Yeyo
  • Eating: Cereal
And I'm busting this joint

Gonna be hitting America so hard

Expect impact craters
  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: The Knife - At The Cafe
Okay, normally I hate those "my friend needs money, plz commission them" journals but :icondisgustiphage: apparently owes money on her tax return. This is kind of bad because we're supposed to be meeting up in a month and although I have my own money situation reasonably under control, I can't really pay for both of us to hit Denver for a week, so now would be a really awesome time to commission her for both our sakes.

Check out her art, she's crazy.

mewtwo by disgustiphage flowers by disgustiphage pardon me by disgustiphage pathways from terminus by disgustiphage good night sweet prince by disgustiphage NIDOKING by disgustiphage

Hit her up with a note and ask for some art. Her prices are pretty reasonable.
  • Mood: Stunned
  • Listening to: Holger Hiller - Tiny Little Cloud
Hi guys, sorry I've not been uploading much lately - I've been exceptionally busy with a number of things and have had very little time to work on any of my projects (or even slack off in Minecraft, come to that) for the past few weeks. This is due to a number of things.

:bulletgreen: I've been vigorously planning my trip to the United States in mid May (if anyone lives around L.A., Denver, Flagstaff, Phoenix or San Francisco, let me know - my itinerary is pretty full but I could see if we could meet up).

:bulletgreen: I've been taking on a ridiculous amount of shifts at work to cover the costs of the upcoming trip.

:bulletgreen: I have been ironing out and constantly resubmitting a very long, painful assessment for my Certification IV in Training And Assessment, which will qualify me to teach animation / illustration commercially. Thankfully, that's done and dusted and I got the cert in the mail yesterday!

Once these things (including my trip itself) are out of the way, things will go back to normal, and I'll be pumping out more Headbucket, Homestuck assets (though I'm trying to squeeze those in where I can) and finally finish my film project from way back in 2009. Not to mention start a comic project or two...
  • Mood: Rant
  • Reading: Bill Bryson - A Short History Of Nearly Everything
I got a song on the new album, a desktop out, my calendar page started a gigantic meme and the name I came up with for the giant record, "Beat Mesa", was canonised by Andrew.

Yessiree, I have my finger in so many Homestuck pies :iconbroplz:
  • Mood: Helpful
  • Listening to: Bjorn J:son Lindh - A Day At The Surface
  • Reading: Scott McCloud - Making Comics
"Welcome. And congratulations. I am delighted that you could make it. Getting here wasn't easy, I know. In fact, I suspect it was a little tougher than you realize.
"To begin with, for you to be here now trillions of drifting atoms had somehow to assemble in an intricate and curiously obliging manner to create you. It's an arrangement so specialized and particular that it has never been tried before and will only exist this once. For the next many years (we hope) these tiny particles will uncomplainingly engage in all the billions of deft, co-operative efforts necessary to keep you intact and let you experience the supremely agreeable but generally under appreciated state known as existence.
"Why atoms take this trouble is a bit of a puzzle. Being you is not a gratifying experience at the atomic level. For all their devoted attention, your atoms don't actually care about you - indeed, don't even know that you are there. They don't even know that they are there. They are mindless particles, after all, and not even themselves alive. (It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.) Yet somehow for the period of your existence they will answer to a single rigid impulse: to keep you you."

Deep.
  • Mood: Euphoric
  • Reading: Bill Bryson - A Short History Of Nearly Everything