SO!!! I have both of my computers back!!!

But Neither of them work. Wtf? Components were stolen in the 'repair' process, and now I'm stuck with two blue screens-of-death.

On the plus side, I inherited a lot of money recently, that I can't touch for another six years. Ah, trust funds. But I'm not the only one in the Family. My Parents are taking theirs and going back to Scotland for a while, and talking about taking me with them. And/or leaving me at their house to babysit the cats. I'd much prefer the latter, honestly. Who wouldn't?

I've also been asked to help an art gallery with a monthly magazine, by drawing comics. But now that people are ASKING me to draw, demanding, even, I can't find any idea's in that big empty head of mine. >.< Suggestions? Political or otherwise. I'm leaning toward something like calvin and hobbes. Short, since it's a small magazine. And continuity is cool.


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these people, you should visit, yes?

Well, I lied... I, again, have no computer. It seems the destiny of electronic devices, to fizzle and pop into electronic nothingness in my grasp.

Stupid asshole creators... make them better!

Anyway, I'm still open to requests, it'll just take me some time before I get them up on here. I have a few waiting to be scanned already.



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FRIENDS I LOVE... and might love me back.

Well, it has certainly been an interesting beginning to this new year.


I am now proud parent and owner of 400 praying mantis'.... and probably three times as many wingless fruit flies...

What fun...

I'm so going to start drawing bugs more.. they're so cool.

I plan on getting triops and sea-monkies, and maybe asking the science guy for a black widow... and some frogs.... etc etc...

Close study = better drawings... and I need to steer away from drawing people so much.

You know.. I'm not dead, but there's so much that I've had to do lately, including getting and holding a job (apparently, being a smart ass is a good way to LOSE whatever job you had). It's been rough, but I finally landed something at a HUGE movie theater... Apparently the Nations best, too. It's nice, really, though I can't say I'm fond of teh black marble, mirror like floor. Especially in the bathrooms. Ewww.. old ladies reflected at me on the toilet! blech.

But it's rough work, really, and I haven't had time to draw, write, or anything. That's what killing me more than anything else

Damn the speed of these adds! It keeps killing my text!!!

I'm in a good mood, otherwise. I think I really needed this. Sitting in a downward spiral of depression is something that no one should ever do... A job helps, if you like it. I really like the old-timey movie palace feel. It's something that I believe should be experienced by everyone. Maybe, one of these days, I 'll take pictures, if they let me.... I'd have to ask, considering I could get fired for it. Damn those rules.

I have to wear a tuxedo... and no, you won't see it.. it'd made for a man, and makes my hips look GIANT.

I need to go to sleep.

Let me torture you with my madness later. I'll try to put more pictures up soon.


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Tomorrow is my Dog's 16th birthday. I've never, ever had a pet more than three years, aside from him. He's survived being mowed over by a car, hit by a semi, motorcycle, bike (that was me... accident) and even a train! And he's survived them all and kept on gunning it.

A german shepard, short haired collie mix, he's not a small dog. Nor is he graceful. He used to chase rabbits in the bacckyard, then run into tree's when they turned to suddenly. He's also amazingly affectionate. He's never offered to bite anyone in his 16 years of life, and he adores children. Though he is a bit rough with his tail, and he tends to wind himself around them, or bowl them over, if they're too small. Very protective of his family, too. My siblings and I used to hike in the woods behind our old house when we were much, much smaller, and there were several times when things like possums or skunks would follow us. We assume they had rabies. And he would tear into them and keep them away from us. Snakes too, especially poisonous one's, in the yard. As of late, he's retired from all that, and handed the job over to our slightly younger, 10 year old labrador, Nugget.

He's horribly frightened of loud noises. During thunder storms, and especially independance day, he could usually be found cowering in one of our beds ,a big, sheepish smile on his doggy face. He as exremely cuddly... for about fifteen minutes, then he'd stretch out and push us off our own beds.

He loved other dogs, too. And he had this weird habit of grooming his favorite buddies... so much so that he wore his front, bottom teeth away. He loved camping in the backyard with us in the summer, though, and dancing around the bonfire, getting so close I'm pretty sure he had to have set himself aflame more than once. He still does that, actually.

But his age is showing. His once nearly black face and jaw are pale gray, and he doesn't see too well anymore. He can hardly hear, either, except for whistles, and he'll often run in the wrong direction. His body has become the victim of either cancer, or some horrible army of cysts, one so large that we couuld never afford to remove it. And it's useless now. They're in his stomach and lungs. And he's suffering from atrophy of the muscles, in hid hind legs. They're giving out on him when he walks now. And he can't keep his food down either.

I know if sounds cruel, but perhaps we can help him pull through another two months of life. My sister misses him so much too, and she lives down in Ft Worth, Texas. And my Dad's still in Kuwait. They both love him so much, just like all of us, and they want a chancec to tell him goodbye. I hate the fact that dogs lead such short lives, even if they make the best of it, and make it as rich as possible. No one can ever replace Sandor, my best friend.

So, even though it sounds a little lame, I, and my family, would appreciate some form of condolence, or whatever, left here on deviantart. I don't expect gifts of any kind, but just a gentle word, or something like that. It would mean a lot to me..

God, I'm going to miss him..