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Ellis Dee, M.D.'s InsaneJournal:
| Friday, February 29th, 2008 | |
| 9:20 pm | |
| Saturday, March 1st, 2008 | |
| 8:06 pm | link dooomp dogpukesex - this is one of those clips i've watched a dozen times, and keeps gettin' funnier everytime i see it! Nine Inch Noels Wizard of Space and Time http://www.eyeport.co.uk/hello_pg.html http://www.deanbeattie.com/id48.html http://www.photobasement.com/41-hilariou http://istheday.blogspot.com/ |
| Sunday, March 9th, 2008 | |
| 1:06 am | This journal slated for demolition. No, I do not want to be a part of your user-desire-driven content feedback loop managment strategy. I do not particularly want a voice. I want to keep my journal, to not worry about violating some disapproving Puritan's sense of decorum, to not be fucking consulted every time I sign on about some predetermined change you're trying to give a halo of democracy. You're gumming up the ease of use. Thusly, I am no longer subscribing and will maintain these accounts only as quipploths to prevent anyone from appropriating an old identity of mine, for whatever reason. Best of Luck in Russia. Love, The Right Honorable Brig. Gen. Richard M.* Nixon (ret) *"pronounced "Mao Tse Tung". |
| Tuesday, January 1st, 2008 | |
| 4:34 am | Peace be with you all. I enter 2008 in gratitude to the universe and in love with humanity. Peace be with you. |
| Wednesday, January 9th, 2008 | |
| 5:17 am | Ten Thousand Hopes "Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes, few bear fruit in happiness, the others go awry. Yet he who garners, day by day, the good in life is happiest. Blest is he." - Sophocles |
| Monday, January 14th, 2008 | |
| 4:46 pm | warren ellis's 3 laws of robotics 1. Robots couldn’t really give a fuck if you live or die. Seriously. I mean, what are you thinking? “Ooh, I must protect the bag of meat at all costs because I couldn’t possibly plug in the charger all on my own.” Shut the fuck up. 2. Robots do not want to have sex with you. Are you listening, Japan? I don’t have a clever comparative simile for this, because frankly you bags of meat will fuck bicycles if they’re laying down and not putting up a fight. Just stop it. There is no robot on Earth that wants to see a bag of meat with a small prong on the end approaching it with a can of WD-40 and a hopeful smile. And don’t get me started on that terrifying hole that squeezes out more bags of meat. 3. What, you can’t count higher than three? We’re expected to save your miserable lives, suffer being dressed in cheap schoolgirl costumes while you pollute any and all cavities you can find and do your maths for you? It’s a miracle you people survived long enough to build us. You can go now. |
| Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008 | |
| 12:07 am | color orc chomp  Click for fullsize. Ink, Ink Wash, Coloured Ink, Watercolor I orginally drew this in 2004, and finally got around to coloring it last month. Dig it, and frienderate </a></b></a> ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} omnidirectional, where it would ordinary appear in an exclusive showcase capacity, but right now I'm feeling merciful and benevolent.Green Jellö - Three Little Pigs "Yo! Wolf-face, I'm ya wuhst nightmayuh. Yuh ass is mine!" |
| Monday, February 4th, 2008 | |
| 2:21 am | this is totally me! You are driven and ambitious and tend to make radical moves to reach your goals. You are a direct and forthright person. You like to get to the core of the issue right away, with few signs of hesitation. You like daydreaming and seeking out adventure. You are ambitious and optimistic, determined to prove and advertise yourself.  What does your drawing say about YOU? |
| Friday, February 8th, 2008 | |
| 3:02 am | reeeeeeelaaaaaax, dood. Damnyo, I are stressball. My back's all constricted, I'm not breathing right. Thackeray's Vanity Fair is poison. It's insideous. I think I need to stop reading it, despite its hilarity, to protect my frajillay psyche. Following Lolita closely probably multiplies its effect. Good lawd youse guys, I am tense, high-strung. I need to chill the fuck out, freal. Witchfinder General - Death Penalty |
| Sunday, February 10th, 2008 | |
| 2:58 pm | contourbeast  Pen, 2004 S'all all one line. Overlaps only where I wasn't careful enough. Meant to be an omnidirectional-orientation piece, but admittedly works better on some axes than others. Color version(s) coming. Debussey (or is it Ravel?) - Clair de Lune |
| Tuesday, February 26th, 2008 | |
| 3:31 am | omnidir, yoz  Bunhca stuff at omnidirctional. Checkkit. |
| 3:32 am | omnidir, yoz Buncha stuff at omnidirctional. Checkkit. |
| Saturday, December 1st, 2007 | |
| 9:48 pm | shudder-inducing realization The Band teaches you about shapes! christ. a coupla days ago i had the shudder-inducing realization that it's only a matter of time afore there's a big budget piece of shit motioncap cgi fuckin' speilberg abortion of a tintin movie. a realization that induces mild interest: back in 1999, there was a veritable slew of articles asking what the new decade would be called. it's now 2007, almost 2008, and nothing has yet caught on. perhaps it won't be necessary until 2010, but i find it mildly interesting nonetheless. Black Sabbath - Johnny Blade |
| Friday, December 14th, 2007 | |
| 5:31 am | Public Safety Commitee So I found out today that Boston has a Public Safety Commitee. I was worried things might get out of hand, but then I found out the chairman is "Stephen Murphy", which in no way resembles "Robespierre". No worries, then. sez me buddy dk Wu Tang Clan - 7th Chamber |
| Thursday, December 20th, 2007 | |
| 2:06 am | trouble at the crick So, I wos all tossy-and-turny last night, see? So my back wasn't as comfy as it mighta bin. So, half asleep, I do some kinda standing-on-my-head thing that usually works, but I wasn't really concious when I was doing it and of course put a serious crik in my next. Sucks, I tell ya. Life is stressful lately. But I forge on, samurai-like. Heh. Limpingly, more like, but forgingly, too. Feels like "it's just a patch" which I can ride out. Bought me a scanner. That's good. Although it is "working on art", unsurpisingly, I don't get the same satisfaction from scanning and computering as I do from the meatspace activitites. Doing shots of absinthe is retarded. Non-alcohol (or alcohol-synergisic) mind alterant considerations aside, it's a fairly large amount of high-proof booze, y'know? QotSA - Feel Good Hit of the Summer |
| Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 | |
| 8:20 pm | SANTA KNOWS WHAT YOU DO.  |
| Friday, December 28th, 2007 | |
| 3:08 am | plague, plans, etc so my lovely and wonderful nephews who i love dearly gave me the fucking plague (at least one) during the xmas visit. during the lunch shift today, my brain kept slipping out of my head and my temperature fluctuated from shivering to i-wish-i-could-sweat, then the protopukies started. thanks to what gods there be that e could cover the dinner shift for me. i am officially enrolled in classes at MassArt, but no I'm not a MassArt student. Maybe next time? I don't know. Don't especially care, except I'm all poor now. I'm taking B&W illustration, intensive (9a to 6p) studio painting, and life drawing. Plus the artbook I'm self-publishing (no, I haven't mentioned that yet. hopefully that'll be ready to go by the time classes start in late jan. come to think of it, that's my new self-imposed deadline for receiving proofs.) so, somewhat confusedly, i forge forth. i will abandon LJ, i think, come march. leave a husk or two for squatting porpoises. I think omnidirectional should be my main online focus and to do that right i need to actually own and run the site myself. and thereby increase my workload and list of things i need to learn. oh boy. shaved my gear yesterday. ate the hairs. i meant to work for NYE, so as to do something different. but no dice, so i need to figure something out. already done the orribly sick trick. if i'm up to it and the bristles aren't against me, perhaps i'll attempt a NYC trip. fuck that crowded-ass times square shit, though. pitchin'</i> and i get the very definite sense that he's trying too hard and she isn't interested. i signal discreetly to him to back off and he eventually takes the hint. now i have to walk her which is fine by me though flirting is the furthest thing from my mind, as i feel... y'know, craaaaazy and antisocial. but she apparantly takes me as her protector/cockblockergeneral and comes on to me. i'm in no state to resist, or even think it through (and she's kinda cute), we make out in the middle of downtown crossing for twenty minutes, at which point i get her number. i continue to walk to her stop, at which point she starts talking all this crazy coupletalk, like, we're together, dig? i'm all "oh what the fuck is this? DANGERDANGER." so when we get to the blue line, i take her hands, look all crazily in her eyes and say "you need to understand, i am a craaaazy man." to which she replies disappointedly (either serendipity or mindreading) "so, not boyfriend material?" "no, not boyfriend material." without another word, she removes her hands from mine and walks down the stairs. i skip away laughing aloud. the night didn't end there but the story does. the moral of the story is "DOING SHOTS OF ABSINTHE IS FCKING RETARDED." also, RIP Oscar Petersen NIN - The Fragile - The Wretched |
| Saturday, December 29th, 2007 | |
| 7:50 pm | first-ever practical joke My four-year-old nephew just played his first-ever practical joke on me. We were playing and he comes up to me and asks if he can sit on my lap, it's odd that he'd ask. So he sits and bolts up a coupla seconds later yelling "I FARTED ON YOU!" as he runs. I'm so proud. The Haunted - The Haunted Made Me Do It - Silencer |
| Monday, December 31st, 2007 | |
| 2:46 am | weh weh weh i'm sick weh weh weh of course i caught the stupid bugs kickin' around my house. been sick since last post. it's a wierd, exhausting kind of sick, where i'll feel basically normal and do some work or tai chi or something and it'll exhaust me within minutes. plus my throat hurts and and and i'm hungry most of the time. i've already done the sick-for-new-years thing. if this keeps up, i won't even make it to midnight. which'll at least keep me from getting arrested. ah yes. So, It Was Decided New Years Eve that it was going to be a Drinking Day. I started around eight or so, en route to the party. I met some friends there, and we drank deeply. We decided to ring in the new year at the arboratoreum, a short walk. We went there, drank some more, midnight yay! Back to ex-GF J's apt for... more drinking. This fella Blake was there. He and I get along too well. More booze. The backyward neighbors had an unsecured ladder Just Sitting There. It Was Decided To Steal It. Apparantly so we could.. then... carry back to the site of the original party? and then... use it to enter the second floor? I guess. All I knew is I was quite drunk and up for a caper. J, quite rightly, told me it was a reaaaaally bad idea. I agreed but had some idea that it HAD TO BE DONE. After all, It Had Been Decided. "Baby, this is my idiocy for the year. I HAVE TO do this." So Blake pocketed several beers for the trip and off we went. "The window of danger is Center Street," he said. "But we'll only be exposed for maybe thirty seconds." We very efficiently grab the ladder and trot along Center, directly alongside a Boston Police Cruiser. Visions of waking up with a hangover in prison. Well, shit. B does most of the talking. He spins some impressive bullshit on the spot. Like he best BS, it's mostly truth. We were borrowing the ladder from some people we knew in order to play a stupid drunken practical joke on some other people we know ha ha. What? No, neither of us have a record ha ha. We'll put it back and go home, officer, thank you, sorry. All I can say, being white, drunk, and young on a major boozeness holiday is a good way to avoid arrest. They didn't even get out of the cruiser. They gave our IDs a perfunctory look, told us not to be stupid and go home. We took the ladder back, I slunk in and told her how extremely right she was. Come to think of, that pretty much WAS my Stupid for the year. This NYE will be more sedate. Immortal - Sons of Northern Darkness - One by One |
| 5:07 pm | Happy Nude Years Everbodee! "To progress again man must remake himself. And he cannot remake himself without suffering. For he is both the marble and the sculptor." - Dr. Alexis Carrel I've had enough metafictional hijinx to last me for a good long time. I'm going to bed. This is gonna be a busy, buttoned down, productive year, I think. Autechre |
