Saturday, 21 May 2016

How many tattoos do you have? Part forty one. Peony ankle.

I forgot I had this tattoo feature thing going on my blog. Ew. "Feature on my blog", that sounds so yucky. Scratch that.

You want to see my new tattoo?

This guy is from Gerry, the president of Tattoo Zoo. The plan is to eventually get black flowers all around the ankle/foot areas ... (that means I have to do this three more times!! aaah)  I asked for a "black flower" and he was like "what does that mean?" and I was like "you know, a cool flower but all black" and he was like "you want a tribal rose?" and I was like "no" and he was like "jk" and so I sent him some photos of stuff I like.

So

 ta daaaaaaaaa



Not gonna lie, it HURT. Of course, duh. But it was one of those ones where my body was like "hey, you better kick that guy in the face and run away" so I was fighting that urge the entire time. That bottom bit...FUCK THAT SHIT. I said "Son of a bitch" out loud when we got there.
Oops.
Put a nickel in the swear jar.

I thought it would balloon up and I wouldn't be able to walk today but it's actually not that bad. I'm still not sure what sock/shoe combination I should wear to work though...

YAY new tattoo!!!

Sunday, 15 May 2016

free writing - tattoo talk and other stuff




Yesterday I went out in full tattoos-out mode - an above-the-knee summer dress with thin straps; my legs, back, arms and chest tattoos were all out.

The dress was from H&M so of course it was 100% see-through material, so underneath I wore an entire other outfit. I bought these two jumper things? Like full one-piece tanktop/shorts combo, they are the BEST for going underneath other stuff.

Anyway the point is how if I'm wearing just a t-shirt, showing a little bit of tattoo, everybody and their dog comes up to me to talk about them, but if they're ALL out there it's like I go into another category in people's heads. From "a woman with tattoos" to ... I don't know what. But I like it so much more when they're all out or none of them are.Everybody leaves me alone except with specific things like
"I love your Mr. Burns tattoo, that was a great episode"
or "hats off to you getting your knees done, my elbow hurt like a bitch"

I don't mind that stuff, I just hate the "did that hurt?"s, the "sick tats" or the ubiquitous *points to their own arms* "I love your tattoos".

I don't know why the last one is such a thing for me, but I kind of hate it when some stranger out of nowhere tells me they like something about me. It makes me so angry that they think I care about their opinion. I know "it's just a compliment" bla bla bla but I feel like subconsciously it runs deeper than that. Like they feel I should appreciate their opinion of my looks.

But that feeling kind of comes and goes depending on how I'm feeling mentally as well, it could be a manifestation of some of that crazy social anxiety.

Woops going downill there, let's get positive!

How about this: I have TWO tattoo appointments next week. One tomorrow from Nicole, she's gonna gimme a cute colorful cactus on my leg somewhere, and one on Friday with Gerry. A black flower. I have a funny gap between my leg tattoos and my foot tattoos that I am filling with black flowers. I'm not too picky what kind of flower or whatever, just something cool. AND BLAAAACK LIKE MY SOUUULLLL jk jk I just like black flower tattoos.

I can't even remember the last time I got tattooed, it's been way too long. I'm a little nervous!! Also I'm not. But I am. You know how it is. I'll be fine but I kind of forget how it feels?

Anyway woo tattoos!

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Mini thing I'll get over in a few days:
I kind of hate the new instagram logo. 

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I've been reading some good books lately! The WOOL omnibus is just as great as everybody says it is. I was SO into the action scenes I found myself holding my breath a couple times. And um...the story really has nothing to do with actual wool, in case that is putting you off reading it.

I literally JUST found out, while typing this, that there are more books in the Silo series. OMG I'm getting those RIGHT NOW. OK GOT THEM. You were just updated live.

I started Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury last night but I started reading it after I took my special night time don't be crazy pills, so I don't quite remember what I read. I hate that! I will forget complete conversations.

That book is one of those ones everybody says is SO GOOD SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOD so I've got really high expectations for it.It's funny how you hear about a book or a movie or whatever for years, and then you FINALLY consume it and you're like "oh, it IS actually good, that's what everybody was talking about." Like, duh, it's popular for a reason.

Most of the time.

Sometimes there's a Twilight out there to keep you on your toes.

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(pain lines)

The dinoSORES are all colored in now, I just have to create a cover for it and they'll be ready to print. Let me ask you with a little unofficial survey if you don't mind. What do you think people...especially kids I guess because I unintentionally made a children's book ... would be most interested in:

A) Just the book printed in full color.
B) The book printed in full color, AND a separate coloring book of the same images sold together.
C) The book printed in full color, with a printed coloring book and a printable PDF version of either, all available separately (4 products total sold separately)
D) One book with the color version on the left page and an identical image black and white on the right side as a coloring page.
E) PDF everything.

I'm partial to option D but it might be too weird. I don't know.

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I've been doing some drawings lately where I simply sit  down and let it come out, whatever "it" may be. That's the most fun way to make stuff. I'm enjoying bristol smooth paper with Speedball Super Black india ink, and my Faber Castell Pitt pens with this amazing little book I found for three bucks at a local book store. (I'm so getting more)


Of course, pencils and especially erasers are a huge part of it too. These are my two most recent creations. I didn't mean for the metamorphosis guy to look like Hunter S Thompson but it totally does. Let's just go with it even though it makes no sense.


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I have to go do step-mom things soon.


I've been doing football-parent stuff on the weekends which is really cutting into my laying around time.  Last week I brought orange slices for the team. I went to a kid's football game with a tupperware full of sliced up oranges. I got a huge bag of oranges and sliced them into kid-sized slices. Then brought them in a tupperware to a bench of teenage football players. This happened.

There's this one mom, I don't care that I'm writing about her here because she's a complete psycho, oh my god I don't even know where to start.

She has a posh British accent and just is the most hateful shrill person I've ever seen. She couldn't find one of her kid's water bottles so she SCREAMED "I DONT HAVE FUCKING TIME TO FUCKING FIND YOUR FUCKING WATERBOTTLE". She screamed the other day that some BITCH BETTER MOVE HER FUCKING CAR OR ELSE SHE IS FUCKING GOING TO FUCKING GET IT. (Note: "Bitch"'s car was not even in her way, she just didn't like how she had to be slightly careful backing up) (Also note in each scenario she doesn't care how many little children and old grandmas and football authorities are around with all the swearing.)

She overheard Ryan telling the kid to thank a guest coach for coming out, and she told him to stop raising such a FUCKING SUCK UP. He told her he's just raising a descent human being and she went on this huge rant about how she guesses it's the husband's job to teach the boys things like that but it's her kid's fault she can't even get a boyfriend so nobody is there to teach her kids anything.

Total.
Trainwreck.
Of.
A,
Person.

Anyway it's become a thing now, I HATE being anywhere near her and don't ever acknowledge her presence but Ryan thinks she's hilarious because she's like a caricature of somebody they'd cast to be the insane person to shake things up on a reality show.

So yeah long story short, I'm really looking forward to spending yet another Sunday in her presence rather than watching youtube videos of close-up magic and the MOST SURPRISING PERFORMANCES on  Britain's Got Talent.

So far the best one is this guy ...HOW DID HE DO IT? AAAH

Tuesday, 10 May 2016

checking in

Yup, still alive. I haven't felt like blogging in a long time but thought I'd say hello. 


hello.

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

links

For some reason I've gone down a rabbit hole of drawing dinosaurs with minor injuries, then making a little rhyming book out of them, then coloring them digitally. For days now. I blame Ryan, he made a single pun that started it all.

Dino Sores

This is what I do with a week off of work?

Anyway here are some links because I need to stop it with the goofy art project for a few minutes.



I also just really wanted to share this photo of me lying in a beach fort because I never go to the beach even though I'm literally on an island which is just dumb. And it's funny because it looks roomy in there but I actually barely had room to do that super sexy pose. And I was worried about spiders the entire time.

Little thought-of fact for you all: giant spiders really love rocky beaches. But logic tells me that if you lay on some logs over top of the rocks you are perfectly safe from said spiders. And who cares about your purse, it can just fill up to the brim with rock spiders, just lay it down sideways on the ground. Whatever.


   Ah, so comfortable.


Monday, 18 April 2016

haircuts and comic conventions - well only one of each actually



I finally did it, got my hairs cut!! I said to the lady that I honestly never ever ever style my hair or use product so please make me look cool with zero effort mmkay?

She let me cut those braids off myself, as long as I promised to be careful because her scissors were very sharp.

 BOOM


 Dang it feels good! And so far it's so much less work than the long hair. I even bought product. Two thingies. One dry shampoo weird thing and one spray that makes you look like you were at the beach somehow? It's all magic to me.


After this haircut came the next thing to do on my list...pick up my comic from the printer!




And last but not least our final project of the year...CCAF (Camosun Comics and Art Festival). I was so ready. I had a float, I had a tablecloth, I had a little banner with my name on it, I had prints priced and made mini sculptures to sell. I spent a little extra money on making my table cute.

...I made $25. Not profit. haha

I just seriously don't get the appeal of doing a convention. Unless you LOOOOOVE giving an elevator pitch to 45 million strangers over hours and hours and giving out free shit but never selling anything. I was so grateful when anybody bought anything I wanted to tell them "TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT FOR FREE I LOVE YOU"

Here's my set-up...the guy beside me did NOT like the geometrical patterns in my drawings paired with the triangles on my blanket.



I got to meet a couple teenage girls who were getting in trouble in art class for the inappropriate subject matter of their art. I told them to keep drawing it anyway. They were so freaking cute. Ryan was able to sneak a picture of us talking.


So school is over. 


Now what?




Saturday, 9 April 2016

Do I ever tell you about the good stuff?

I always blog when I'm stressed out. I started this one talking about the two job interviews I had this week (both 4-panel interviews, both with a written component, both over 1.5 hours long AAAH the stress) and how I didn't get either job and what a loser I feel like, but instead I'm changing my tune.



I didn't lose anything. In fact, I put myself out there and tried two new things. I didn't get them but I tried. I learned from it. And in the end nothing changed so what's all this stress about anyway?

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I've been trying that thing of telling yourself there is only this moment. I don't know which guru or philosopher or mind control demon first came up with this idea, but it seems to work fairly well when I'm worried about deadlines or upcoming stressful events or something I said in the past. Generally these things come to me when I'm laying in bed or re-playing a conversation in my head while I'm on the bus. When I catch myself I say

"There is nothing but this bus ride. You are literally just sitting on a bus listening to a podcast you enjoy."

"You are fine, you are laying in a bed. Nothing you can possibly think of will change your circumstances, you are in a comfy bed reading a book you like. This moment is all there is."

It sounds a little transcendental but it works for me. I'm considering getting a bit more hippie and trying out some meditation techniques. But let me know if I start wearing birkenstocks and smiling creepily with my eyes at half-mast for no reason.

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I got an email from a gal from blog's past, Sumashree, she wrote about taking the bus a long long time ago. She said that she saw my colouring book on a Buzzfeed listicle. I was wondering why it was getting SO MANY likes on Etsy that morning.



Well the likes never actually translated into sales but it certainly was a popular thing to click a heart button on for a few days. I'll take it! :)

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I got an email from the school last week telling me that there had been an error with my tuition and the union I'm in actually owed me quite a lot of money because of reasons, so please come pick up a cheque. Um hell yes.

Because of this error I was finally able to book myself a real hair cut. And it's about time. The other day I was zipping up my jeans and my hair got caught in the zipper.

I'll let that sink in for a moment.

MY PANTS ZIPPER you guys.

Enough is enough. I'm constantly too hot, getting it caught in jackets, shirts, bras, buckles, backpacks, strangers clothes, etc etc etc. It never really looks nice, it's always in the way. I'm sure short hair has its issues as well but I'm so ready for a change.



I'm fairly certain it's long enough to donate to Locks of Love, so I'm gonna save it in a baggy and mail it away. Hopefully some kid will be able to make it work better than I ever did.

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My comic convention is coming up in one week. I am NOT READY YET but I'm having fun trying to plan a display for my little table. Any tips? Our instructor emailed us this photo of all of our comic covers together. Mine is second down on the far left.


I ordered 30 copies, and am hoping to trade with a lot of my classmates, because their stuff is fantastic. I'm so stoked I learned how to make comic books. This is certainly not the last one. Oh boy oh boy. I'm now a comic book maker lady.

So in conclusion ... life is life and sometimes it's great and sometimes it's stressful and sometimes it's a combination of the two, and in the end it all depends on what you choose to focus on.

FYI I tried to re-write that last sentence 4 times to not end it in a preposition. The linguist in me says that rule is outdated, people always end sentences in prepositions. So there. It's fine.

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

how to balance


 My big butt doesn't fit into clothes that are "my size" probably half the time. I don't know what to make of that. I used to be ashamed of it but now that butts are en vogue ... ?

I'm so off balance this week I can't quite get a grip. Too many obligations and all I want to do is watch Never Been Kissed on Netflix and go to bed at 9. Which I did last night. Good times. Much lazy.

I had it all together at the beginning of this school term, BOOM go to work BOOM don't miss a single class BOOM homework all done perfectly BOOM extra freelance work done in spare minutes at night

Now I am confused about what day it is and where I'm supposed to be at any given time. My work schedule changed suddenly AND I had a job interview yesterday (four-person panel, written portion, 1.5 hours long) so it may change again. This has affected my ability to show up to a lot of my classes on time or at all.

I don't know if I'm staying in my position at work, and that's always a weird feeling.

Someone wants to buy my camera and it feels like the HUGEST DEAL to go where they are and take their money.

I'm suddenly not attending class so who cares about the homework?

 I come home and ... forget about it all immediately.

I can't physically see the guy who is getting me to do transcription work for him and he's very understanding so maybe "it can just wait until tomorrow". 


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I'm tired.

I'm overwhelmed.

My feet hurt.

This week's goal is GET IT BACK TOGETHER GIRL

I'm getting a haircut next week, goodbye stupid long hair getting zipped into my jacket or stuck under backpack straps or strangling me in my sleep.

This is the cut I want, more or less:



Anyway wish me luck and peaceful vibes. :)