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... let me lose you them.
Yah, that's pretty much it.
I have a hole in one of the pockets of one of my pairs of jeans. The pair I wore to uni last week to be specific. As I only have uni two days a week so far, this is how their mornings went:
Day 1 - "Oh hey Andy*! Nice to see you. My keys just fell out of my picket through my pants leg, so don't worry about giving me a lift to uni or anything. I'll just put them in a different pocket."**
Day 2 - [silence] (No Andy. No pocket-falling to respond to. No putting keys in other pocket.)
so on Day 2 I lost my keys. I won't be wearing those jeans again until I fix that damn hole. And, in case you find a lone set of keys, if they are a triplet with no cheesy keyring-like adornments, and two are angular while one is rounded... can you give them back to me? *puppy dog pouty eyes*
Day 2 (Wednesday) was also the day I saw Highly and was finally able to have a hot beverage on campus. It was a good thing I saw you, actually, because I was about to cave and get one anyway. I guess fortune really does favour the insane.
And how do we know that I'm insane? Well, apart from losing my keys in a pair of jeans so recently proven to be capable of dropping them, upon hearing about Emergency Ponchos for the first time today, and having them described as "plastic bags with hoods" (sadly without any emergency provisions like human rations and/or screwdrivers, sonic or no), this was the image they conjured:
Apparently, though, they're just the normal plastic ponchos you use like a raincoat. What a let down :( I think the term Emergency has here been used a touch too losely. I say we sue for false advertising! Who's with me?
Also, hello![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
areyoustrange! Welcome to my paradise of weirdness!**** :D
* My dad's business partner who occassionally rocks up at our house. 'Cause my dad works at home, as does Andy. Also, when he "just so happens" to arrive when my dad is getting a quote on solarly powering the house***, it means he can get a free quote too!
** You (mostly) all know the tangentalness of my thought-patterns.
*** I like to really bury the lead, you know? Also, can you footnote a footnote?
**** I have just come to the realisation that I am considerably less weird than I used to be, or at least once professed to be... this makes me sadder than emo tears. :(
Yah, that's pretty much it.
I have a hole in one of the pockets of one of my pairs of jeans. The pair I wore to uni last week to be specific. As I only have uni two days a week so far, this is how their mornings went:
Day 1 - "Oh hey Andy*! Nice to see you. My keys just fell out of my picket through my pants leg, so don't worry about giving me a lift to uni or anything. I'll just put them in a different pocket."**
Day 2 - [silence] (No Andy. No pocket-falling to respond to. No putting keys in other pocket.)
so on Day 2 I lost my keys. I won't be wearing those jeans again until I fix that damn hole. And, in case you find a lone set of keys, if they are a triplet with no cheesy keyring-like adornments, and two are angular while one is rounded... can you give them back to me? *puppy dog pouty eyes*
Day 2 (Wednesday) was also the day I saw Highly and was finally able to have a hot beverage on campus. It was a good thing I saw you, actually, because I was about to cave and get one anyway. I guess fortune really does favour the insane.
And how do we know that I'm insane? Well, apart from losing my keys in a pair of jeans so recently proven to be capable of dropping them, upon hearing about Emergency Ponchos for the first time today, and having them described as "plastic bags with hoods" (sadly without any emergency provisions like human rations and/or screwdrivers, sonic or no), this was the image they conjured:
Apparently, though, they're just the normal plastic ponchos you use like a raincoat. What a let down :( I think the term Emergency has here been used a touch too losely. I say we sue for false advertising! Who's with me?
Also, hello
areyoustrange! Welcome to my paradise of weirdness!**** :D* My dad's business partner who occassionally rocks up at our house. 'Cause my dad works at home, as does Andy. Also, when he "just so happens" to arrive when my dad is getting a quote on solarly powering the house***, it means he can get a free quote too!
** You (mostly) all know the tangentalness of my thought-patterns.
*** I like to really bury the lead, you know? Also, can you footnote a footnote?
**** I have just come to the realisation that I am considerably less weird than I used to be, or at least once professed to be... this makes me sadder than emo tears. :(
... in whcih David shares.
So this is what I finished today:
First, a couple of shifts ago, I noticed an odd patten that had been left on one of the work benches after a wet cloth had been used to quickly wipe something away. These are the streaks it left:
If you tilt your head to the right completely, it will be the right way. Sorry, I can't seem to be able to rotate it without damaging it.
( The Process )
After that, there was only the not-so-simple task of colouring left. However, I actually like the way it turned out. Woot!
So, an explanation. Clearly, she is not human; that much is obvious. Also, she looks a little Irish, which is funny seeing as she was originally quite Texan. But, to the clothes!
The hat has a hole in the top through which part of the hair is to be pulled. it's quite common among her people to wear the hair either straight down over the edge of the hat to rejoin the rest of their hair, or two wrap the hair between the brim and the hat's wall, much like a moat. The purple piece of fabric is completely separate to the green dress, and is soemthing like their version of a tie, except it isn't quite as gendered. The dress is supposed to be quite figure-hugging, so I don't totally get how it's come up quite so high as to be practically around her waist, however there it is. The sleeves are supposed to be in three parts: one is the shoulder, with the piping and the diamond design, or whatever a particular dress may have; the second part is an outer sleeve, draped from the shoulder to halfway down the forearm at an angle, finished with a tassle-like fringe; third is the sleeve proper which comes down to the wrist and is usually worn open. Beneath the dress is a silver support system; much like those bell-type dresses under which you could hide several small children if you wished, it keeps the dress in a particular shape. The support is not completely circular, nor does it come to a unifrom end; contemporary fashions are rarely understood by either previous generations or the next. Underneath the support is a heavy fabric for warmth (it's pretty much just a thich woolen rug attached to the support) which is not entirely covered by the dress - the dress only comes to halfway between the support and the end of the heavier fabric. Again I say, contemporary fashion.
This isn't really how I first saw her, though. The hat is wrong, the tassles are wrong, and the wings had to be changed. Her sleeve isn't nearly as complicated as the original pattern suggested. And she no longer looks like she's been thrown or pushed by some force, which is what the original definitely suggested. Furthermore, she's lost a lot of the fear from her eyes along the way; one of the reasons I originally attempted it was that I loved the expression I could see on her face. But most of all, she's lost her Royalty. I have a feeling she may have been inspired by Princess Peach...
However, I am pleased with the final result. Especially with my shading, which has generally been quite crap in the past. highfive?
So this is what I finished today:
First, a couple of shifts ago, I noticed an odd patten that had been left on one of the work benches after a wet cloth had been used to quickly wipe something away. These are the streaks it left:
If you tilt your head to the right completely, it will be the right way. Sorry, I can't seem to be able to rotate it without damaging it.
( The Process )
After that, there was only the not-so-simple task of colouring left. However, I actually like the way it turned out. Woot!
So, an explanation. Clearly, she is not human; that much is obvious. Also, she looks a little Irish, which is funny seeing as she was originally quite Texan. But, to the clothes!
The hat has a hole in the top through which part of the hair is to be pulled. it's quite common among her people to wear the hair either straight down over the edge of the hat to rejoin the rest of their hair, or two wrap the hair between the brim and the hat's wall, much like a moat. The purple piece of fabric is completely separate to the green dress, and is soemthing like their version of a tie, except it isn't quite as gendered. The dress is supposed to be quite figure-hugging, so I don't totally get how it's come up quite so high as to be practically around her waist, however there it is. The sleeves are supposed to be in three parts: one is the shoulder, with the piping and the diamond design, or whatever a particular dress may have; the second part is an outer sleeve, draped from the shoulder to halfway down the forearm at an angle, finished with a tassle-like fringe; third is the sleeve proper which comes down to the wrist and is usually worn open. Beneath the dress is a silver support system; much like those bell-type dresses under which you could hide several small children if you wished, it keeps the dress in a particular shape. The support is not completely circular, nor does it come to a unifrom end; contemporary fashions are rarely understood by either previous generations or the next. Underneath the support is a heavy fabric for warmth (it's pretty much just a thich woolen rug attached to the support) which is not entirely covered by the dress - the dress only comes to halfway between the support and the end of the heavier fabric. Again I say, contemporary fashion.
This isn't really how I first saw her, though. The hat is wrong, the tassles are wrong, and the wings had to be changed. Her sleeve isn't nearly as complicated as the original pattern suggested. And she no longer looks like she's been thrown or pushed by some force, which is what the original definitely suggested. Furthermore, she's lost a lot of the fear from her eyes along the way; one of the reasons I originally attempted it was that I loved the expression I could see on her face. But most of all, she's lost her Royalty. I have a feeling she may have been inspired by Princess Peach...
However, I am pleased with the final result. Especially with my shading, which has generally been quite crap in the past. highfive?
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... in which David has different gifts.
Today I cam across my cache of awesome and rediscovered a lot of my doings from Year 11. You see, the Prelim. and HSC years were like one giant art class for me, especially Geography because I was so far in front of everyone else in our class for a damn big portion. I thought up worlds, cities, houses, towns, laboratories, sciences, machines, powers, non-gods, animals, people, weapons, shields, TPR... the list goes on, and frequently overlaps. I was very much inspired at some point in that time by oriental architecture and religions, I now remember. I had one world that was a water planet, with gorgeous cherry blossom trees growing out of the water, surrounded by thousands of lily pads. Every so often there would be a structure amongst the lily gardens, and people lived there. They would only be big enough for a small family, and were really not much more than a series of steps up to a flat stone surface, though some had oriental-style houses built upon them, and some were more like temples. Everyone travelled by boats, obviously, and there was no electricity. It was a gorgeous place; I wish you could see it. Unfortunately, I only have very small pencil sketchings in the top corners of my Geography book and they don't do it any real justice.
There was also a forest-come-jungle, thick and dangerous. Deep in its heart, there was a simple two-storey structure, not much more than a rectangular roof, two floors, and four beams holding it all up. There was a small open fire on a raised platform and a basin for washing, one on either end of the first floor, as well as a small platform set in the wood floor in the centre. The three stations each had a form of magic to them - eternity in the fire (so that it never died), cleansing in the water (to wash and heal any wounds from the surrounding environment), and gale-force wind beneath the middle platform to gain access to the top floor (basically it was an elevator). The basin also had a spirit in it - a guardian to the sanctuary - that would answer any questions travellers had. On the second floor was a bed and some privacy panels as well as another fireplace.
Those were my favourite times, in Geography slipping into those worlds.
But I didn't just create in Geography; it was the whole two years. And the years before. And the years after. But those years in particular were full of imagination andmildly skilled drawing. So I scanned two into my computer, realised the scanner destroyed them, and traced what I could with my graphics tablet. These are two of them (both from Year 11 I think):
( Androgena and Small Creature )
Today I cam across my cache of awesome and rediscovered a lot of my doings from Year 11. You see, the Prelim. and HSC years were like one giant art class for me, especially Geography because I was so far in front of everyone else in our class for a damn big portion. I thought up worlds, cities, houses, towns, laboratories, sciences, machines, powers, non-gods, animals, people, weapons, shields, TPR... the list goes on, and frequently overlaps. I was very much inspired at some point in that time by oriental architecture and religions, I now remember. I had one world that was a water planet, with gorgeous cherry blossom trees growing out of the water, surrounded by thousands of lily pads. Every so often there would be a structure amongst the lily gardens, and people lived there. They would only be big enough for a small family, and were really not much more than a series of steps up to a flat stone surface, though some had oriental-style houses built upon them, and some were more like temples. Everyone travelled by boats, obviously, and there was no electricity. It was a gorgeous place; I wish you could see it. Unfortunately, I only have very small pencil sketchings in the top corners of my Geography book and they don't do it any real justice.
There was also a forest-come-jungle, thick and dangerous. Deep in its heart, there was a simple two-storey structure, not much more than a rectangular roof, two floors, and four beams holding it all up. There was a small open fire on a raised platform and a basin for washing, one on either end of the first floor, as well as a small platform set in the wood floor in the centre. The three stations each had a form of magic to them - eternity in the fire (so that it never died), cleansing in the water (to wash and heal any wounds from the surrounding environment), and gale-force wind beneath the middle platform to gain access to the top floor (basically it was an elevator). The basin also had a spirit in it - a guardian to the sanctuary - that would answer any questions travellers had. On the second floor was a bed and some privacy panels as well as another fireplace.
Those were my favourite times, in Geography slipping into those worlds.
But I didn't just create in Geography; it was the whole two years. And the years before. And the years after. But those years in particular were full of imagination and
( Androgena and Small Creature )
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Since having my phone back from it's trip to the place-where-stuff-goes-to-not-die, it's battery has been working much better. Which is intriguing, to say the least, as there was nothing wrong with the battery to begin with. I only sent it away because it wasn't telling me when I had missed calls, which I only knew because sometimes people would leave messages and I'd get an alert about that. Which reminds me, I need to change my voice-mail message.
Anyway, the battery is unexplainably better. Unexplainably, I say. So don't try to explain it. Because the universal will implode. I swear.Frequently, too, sometimes :P
To celebrate this minor miracle (which everyone else's recently-repaired V3xs seem to have experienced), I have composed a post of random drawings from Music class. Becuase what better way is there to procrastinate when one needs to be writing one's music essay, than to upload vaguely-relevant-but-mostly-random pictures to the internet over slow internets? NOTHING!
( So here they be... )
You should see my Education book though. Pure gold.
=D
Anyway, the battery is unexplainably better. Unexplainably, I say. So don't try to explain it. Because the universal will implode. I swear.
To celebrate this minor miracle (which everyone else's recently-repaired V3xs seem to have experienced), I have composed a post of random drawings from Music class. Becuase what better way is there to procrastinate when one needs to be writing one's music essay, than to upload vaguely-relevant-but-mostly-random pictures to the internet over slow internets? NOTHING!
( So here they be... )
You should see my Education book though. Pure gold.
=D
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