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Sunday, October 22, 2006
ugh...
I am so out of it right now...
Ok. Anyone who's read 'Johnny the Homicidal Maniac' or seen 'Invader Zim' might get a snicker outta this one
They gots other good shtuff...
Tha's all, all.
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Really. tis all. Lookin at their stuff filled me up. Lots ta look at...
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Plus my scanner be... not working. -_-;
I go sleep now. 'cuz muh grammer gone to hell w/ muh sanity.
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Right. XD
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Friday, October 20, 2006
Bleh...
I'm soooo out of it right now... dunno why... mebe depressed.
Can't draw worth s*** right now. I get what I want to do in my head, put my pencil to the the paper... and my mind goes blank. Just doesn't work to draw anything when you got a comic your trying to do. And even with anything, I lose interest halfway through. Ugh.
Well, I'll put up 2 pics that got me laughing reeaal good. Still laugh when I see em. The images are also links so you can see their other works. And I always have to say "AWWWWWW YEAH" out loud. Sounds funny I guess XD
B 4 you go clickity-click, the artist does Gojyo X Hakkai and Zim X Dib and other stuff like that. Just a fair warning. ^^
Will try to get stuff done now. *wanders off*
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
*whistles*...
Been a long week... mostly cuz I keep getting viruses -_-;
Seriously considering getiing a separate computer for my WORK so that the internet on THIS computer won't DESTROY it. No internet on the other computer. Just work and music. Yesh. Mebe a laptop so I can work (almost) anywhere. Also need a job so I can afford it. 'course, if I get a job, I might not have time. Hmm. Eh, oh well.
...I gotta clean muh room. Soon. Some of my stuff makes noises in the middle of the night they shouldn't... And I can't find some stuff.<.<;;
Iz cold here. Computer is an awesome heater. T.T
Anyway, trying not to spend too much time online. Working on comic when I feel I can trust the computer...
Wow. Shortest post in awhile. Edward-short. O.O~
XD
I got stuff to do.
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Sunday, October 15, 2006
Oh god...
I tried to get back online earlier today and there was ANOTHER virus! -_- The virus scanner called the last one Trojan. This one it called Bloodhound. F***.
*sigh* Anyway...
I'm 19 10/15/06! ...Today apparently! Whoo!
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Now what? Do I get to retire yet? No? Damn.
Eh. I got a lots of stuff to do the next few days. Backup files, job applications etc. So I'll try not to stay online too much tonight. I is gonna post my story. I reread it and cringed every other line, but i've learned that just cuz I'm disgusted with some of my work it doesn't mean that other people hate it too. Or something like that...
Skip if ya don't wanna read it
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((This was an assignment that I had to do. For the teachers sake, I had to throw out ALL of the science fiction and end the story on a happy note. Not my style, but it was fun to write))
-Valentine Ribbons-
Ryan woke up to Tobias’ excited gibbering and a fuzzy blue plush in his face that resembled a cat except for the whole thing. He had finished the plush for his girlfriend Erynn.
“I worked so hard all night just to finish it for her!” he yelled excitedly. “Don’t you think she’ll love it?”
Van came down the stairs into the basement, also known as Ryan’s room, with a pot of coffee and two mugs. He was smiling as he always does.
“Well you sure are excited. I could hear you all the way from the kitchen!” he proclaimed cheerily, stating the obvious as usual. At this hour of the morning, Ryan believed that Van’s smile made him resemble the Joker from Batman.
Ryan squinted at his clock. It was about six thirty a.m.
Ryan’s mother had left for New York yesterday morning, so he invited Van and Tobias to stay the night for a “Nightmare on Elm Street” marathon because he had just saved enough money and bought the entire collection and a portable DVD player. The truth was, Ryan wanted Tobias to have a little change of scenery.
After Tobias’ father tried to burn him to death, he was burned all over except for his hands and half of his face. When Ryan was done knocking the stuffing out of his father, Ryan called Van to come and pick them up. Once before this, Tobias had said, “I would never tell the police what my father did. Mothers heart can’t take that.” He had two black eyes and a broken arm. Ryan commented that there was blood seeping through his shirt, but Tobias denied it and would not let anyone look. Vans father, a wheelchair-bound retired pediatrician, agreed to fix him up and hide him no questions asked.
Tobias flinched. “I almost forgot to write a note to go with it!” he whispered as if God would strike him down on the spot if He heard. As a Christian, he probably did think that. He quickly set the plush down and sprinted upstairs to get a pencil and paper.
Ryan dragged himself upstairs to take a shower, leaving Van alone with the coffee and plush. He was sitting cross-legged on Ryan’s mattress, staring thoughtfully at the plush that was perched on an upturned cardboard box.
As he listened to the sounds of Tobias accidentally turning on the hot water while Ryan was in the shower, he snapped his fingers and grinned. He reached up and pulled off the white ribbon that he was holding his hair up with, letting the hair fall around his shoulders. The only time he wore a white ribbon was on Valentines Day and for situations just like this.
Apparently, the story goes that if a boy ties a girl’s hair back with a white ribbon on Valentines Day, their love would last forever.
But in this case, the ribbon tied in a bow on the plush would have to do.
“The coffee is getting cold!” he chirped to himself cheerily and began to take the pot of coffee upstairs to reheat it. Tobias opened the door just as Van reached the top step.
“Hey, what’s up?” Tobias asked innocently.
“Just reheating the coffee for his Highness.”
They both laughed a little at this. Somewhere down the hall in the bathroom, Ryan sneezed.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I just figured that he might be a little chilled.”
“Oh, yeah, whoops.” Tobias turned pink in embarrassment. “I had to clean my hands because…” he held up his right hand to make his point. The fingertips were all bandaged up with paper towels and scotch tape. He had spent the past three days sewing the plush together and had somehow managed to prick every finger on both hands with the needle.
“Your scabs reopened, huh?”
“Yeah. All over my first draft.” He smiled. Van could tell that it was the smile of someone who was stressed beyond reason.
"Go put your note with the gift,” Van said encouragingly. “Then get some sleep. Scratch that. Get lots of sleep,” he said as he felt Tobias’ forehead. “Ryan will get them to her at school. They have a class together, remember?”
“Yeah, I remembered,” Tobias replied warily. “That’s why I made a box to put them in so they wouldn’t get all dirty from that rust bucket he’s driving.”
Ryan sneezed again.
“Just go rest, ok?”
Tobias rolled his eyes, “ok! I heard you, mother!”
They both snickered and went their separate ways, Tobias to the basement and Van to the kitchen.
On his way past the bathroom, Van yelled at the door, “sorry, I just thought it would wake you up, your Highness!” He was already around the corner by the time Ryan opened the door.
On his way back from getting the coffee, he grabbed a box of band-aids from above the sink. For some reason, Ryan had moved them. Later that morning, he explained that his cat has a taste for the sticky stuff found on band-aids.
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“Why do I have to carry this dumb thing around? I look like I’m getting soft,” Ryan mumbled to himself through gritted teeth.
His choice of style is a black Mohawk, black shirt, black pants and black and white shoes.
At some point in his life he, he very clearly said, “I would rather be locked in a jail cell with a fat guy named Meatloaf putting the moves on me than be caught anywhere near the color pink." He also had similar speeches for the colors yellow, purple, and sky blue. Apparently, darker shades of blue don’t count.
Right now he was carrying a red and white box covered with pink circles, pink squares, pink hearts, and a big pink ribbon on top.
He got to class early and sat at the desk next to Erynn’s. It was biology class. The most bizarre class to get a Valentine.
“It looks like we’re dissecting cats today,” he said out loud to the metal tray in front of him stacked high with dead kittens in plastic bags.
“Mr. Fildbinn must be bitter about today,” he continued warily.
The first bell rang and he waited. He was usually the last one to get to class, so it wasn’t strange that the person who always gets to class first, Erynn, was surprised.
Erynn walked in and saw Ryan with the colorful; box. He saw her and held the box out to her.
“Here,” he said flatly. “Tobias wanted me to give you this.” He looked so irritated that she decided he was not lying.
“Thank you, I guess,” she responded.
People began filing into class. Ryan had already gone to his seat across the room and Erynn sat staring at the gift from someone that she hadn’t seen in a year.
When the teacher walked in, she quickly covered the box with her jacket.
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After school while Ryan was walking to his car, he saw Erynn sitting on a bench trying to open the box. He walked over and sat down next to her nonchalantly.
“What’s in it?” he asked, knowing that she had not opened it yet.
“If I could get the ribbon off, I’d tell you,” she replied, annoyed. He looked at the box out of the corner of his eye and realized what was wrong. He sighed to stop a laugh.
“Don’t tell anyone that I did this,” he said as he flipped open his pocketknife. “Tobias knows how to tie knots that can’t be untied. Ever,” he continued jokingly as he cut the bow off quickly.
She looked at him suspiciously, but he had already put the knife back and was now stretched out lazily, staring at a little puff of cloud in the distance. She slowly opened the box and looked in. There was a little post-it note stuck to the bottom.
“‘Meet me at Ryan’s,’” she read out loud. Ryan raised an eyebrow in surprise. She concluded that this was news to him. After a few seconds, he rolled his eyes.
“Fine. I guess I have to give you a ride,” he stated as he stood up. “Follow me.” They walked to his car in the parking lot and got in. He had finally put a clean towel on the passenger seat the other day. Tobias had insisted that it was neccessary.
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Tobias was waiting outside, fingertips newly bandaged and holding the plush. It still had the ribbon around his neck. He was staring at something that only he could see.
The burn scars had only made him tougher. His eyes didn’t glimmer like they used to and his smiles more strained as if he only did it to hide his pain. Except when he thought of Erynn.
No one was around, so his face was a blank expressionless mask. He looked much older than his usual bouncy sixteen-year-old self.
Ryan drove up to the curb. He and Erynn sat watching Tobias for a moment. He was looking in the other direction and apparently hadn’t noticed them yet.
“Scary.”
Erynn jumped in surprise. “What?”
“Nothing,” Ryan replied. “Anyway,” he continued, “I think that the only thing that kept him alive was you. You haven’t seen him for so long because he’s so terrified that you’ll turn him away if you saw him. We’ve done all that we can for him.”
He reached over and opened her door.
“Your turn.”
She hesitated, and then asked, “Why are you being so nice?”
“I told you, don’t tell anyone,” he replied irritably.
She smiled and got out. Tobias saw her and looked nervous to meet her like this. He knew that she could see his face, and he wanted to hide it. She saw that he was about to bolt and quickened her steps. When she reached him, she didn’t know what to say.
He didn’t know what to say either. They just stared at each other for an unmeasured length of time. Tobias made the first move.
“Here, this is for you,” he said, holding out the plush to her.
She took it from him slowly and saw his fingertips on either side. He had worked hard, that was certain. The white ribbon reflected all of the sunlight and it almost seemed to glow.
“I love it,” she said, “It reminds me of a cat, except for the whole thing.” they both smiled awkwardly. He reached for the ribbon and untied it with a quick tug.
“May I?” he asked, holding the ribbon delicately.
She looked at him for a moment. He waited so patiently and she could tell that this was taking all of his strength to not run away and hide. She nodded and turned around. He relaxed and began to tie the ribbon in her hair.
Earlier that day Van had seen Tobias’ handiwork with tying bows, so he took it upon himself to teach him how to tie a bow properly. The lesson was showing through as Tobias tied a perfect bow without using his favorite knots.
Ryan was still watching from his car. He was a tough guy, but not when he saw this performance. He smiled contently at them.
Suddenly, Van popped up in front of him and took his picture for blackmailing reasons.
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Oof. Sappy. Oh well. Again, I cleaned it up for the teacher. Made the characters friends-ish. There was alot of screaming, crying, destruction of plush, destruction of other property, etc. in the real version. So there. Lots to look forword to. -_-;
*sigh* I love playing with homework assignments... NEVER give me a paragraph to correct that involves food right before lunch! E V I L ! If you've seen Saiyuki, please imagine how they would say they're lines as they were talking to poor, food deprived Goku. It's funny XD
-PIZZA-
Gojyo: The waitress set down the pizza.
Sanzo: The pizza was huge.
Hakkai: The pizza was mouthwatering.
Gojyo: The pizza was smothered with good things.
Sanzo: One thing was cheese.
Gojyo: The cheese was melted.
Hakkai: The cheese bubbled.
Gojyo: The cheese steamed.
Sanzo: There was sauce.
Gojyo: The sauce ran over the cheese.
Hakkai: The sauce was made from tomatoes.
Gojyo: The sauce was rich.
Sanzo: The sauce was red.
Hakkai: The sauce was flecked with bits.
Gojyo: The bits were dark green.
Sanzo: The bits were spices.
Hakkai: Pepperoni was in the cheese.
Gojyo: Sausage was in the cheese.
Sanzo: Onions were in the cheese.
Hakkai: The onions were green.
Sanzo: I was hungry.
Gojyo: I dove into the pizza.
Hakkai: Soon the pizza was gone.
Goku: You guys suck...
Sanzo: Tch.*newspaper*
Gojyo: Hehehe...bet ya wish you hadn't slept till noon, eh?
Hakkai: I'm sorry, Goku, but you wouldn't wake up.
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Saturday, October 14, 2006
*blink*...
Been awhile... >.>
Computer is finally... Not so sick. Trojan horse virus. Ew. >.<
It changed some setting so that the computer would automatically try to log onto the internet, so I didn't use the computer AT ALL until now. Just in case, y'know...
Request from a friend to do an ura-sai for Saiyuki. Woot. I think. I have one I wanna do too.
Because I haven't been on the computer, I got no work done. PS2 was more promising... -_-; Finished Jak X and almost done with Ratchet and Clank: Deadlocked. I want a PSP so I can get Daxter, but... my finances... ... ...
Also I've found time to read books with no pictures. Big 700+ page books. The series I'm working on is called Otherland by Tad Williams. Kinda like the .hack series. Until you get to the chapter with the Yellow Room. My imagination is very vivid. I was thinking "Wow, this would be an awesome anime!" Then I got to the Yellow Room "...Mebe whoever made Gantz could do it...? -_-;;" It made me cringe a little...
Anyhoooo, I should, um, try to get page 1 up one of these days and try to submit some work here and get profiles written and... not starve... at the same time... mebe sleep in between...
Know what I wish? When you apply for a place and they don't want you, they call and say so. My feelings would not be hurt. T.T
I don't like people watching (or interrupting) me when I draw. It be distracting. I try to draw when no one's home cuz when my parents think I'm being "too quiet" they come see what I'm doing, but when they're not home I have chores. Bleh. I'll get stuff done eventually.
The Insane Ones haven't been talking to me much... must be something like the silent treatment for neglecting them. Gojyo (real-life Gojyo. Really.) is irritated cuz Ryan isn't a friggin stick figure anymore. Pfft. He is not impressed with my stories. Unless they're Ryan as a stick figure. -_-
I gots a story I did for an assignment (therefor a different style. and cleaner.) that I had fully intended to be script-ish for myself. Tomorrow I can consider posting it. Right now I think my post is too long anyway, and the story is a few pages... >.> Lemme know if you guys are interested. ^_^
Btw, late happy birthday to Reno the Turk! I is sorry for not saying so the day of, but... my computer... mebe I should draw a Reno pic... yeah... I hope you'll forgive me if I do that >.>
Thunder n lightning n rain oh my! And cold. I'm freezing. And rain makes me depressed. 'specially cold rain. Need hug... *glomp Gojyo* Phaw! I wish. I like my head where it is, thanks. I can hold off the glomp urge for now. Chocolate goood substitute... I'm SO gonna be fat someday.
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Sooooo much stuff, sooooo little time...*wanders off*
(character interaction)
Van: My head hurts right there.*points at a spot on the side of his head*
Ryan: thats cuz theres an arrow stuck in you're head.
Van: oh yeah, that WOULD do it! *pulls arrow out*
Ryan: ew.
Van: ooh, look! pink stuff!
Ryan: i...think thats your brains...
Van: no, thats what boogers are. duh!
Ryan: thats...disturbing.
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Thursday, September 28, 2006
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I was making ramen noodles for lunch. Very dangerous to make. Somehow I poured boiling water all over my hand. It hurt lots.
Also, I felt like putting my biggest frustration into a story-ish form w/my oc characters cuz its literally how I handle situations in my brain. I ask The Insane Ones for advice. I should so do a comic for it...
If you don't wanna read it, skip it. :P
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"DAMMIT!" I try to attack computer viciously, but fail because Ryan and Tobias hold me back
"Please don't do it! Violence isn't the answer!"
"Sure it is. I just wanna take a swing at it first..."
I continue to flail wildly, but wear out quickly and collapse.
While Tobias consoles me("Calm down, please!"), Ryan goes through the same process I had just gone through:
Double-click shortcut
Repeat
Repeat
Go through start menu and click link
Repeat
Right-click shorcut, go to properties, find target, and double-click link
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Wildly multi-click on shortcut
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Repeat
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Restart computer
Start at first step
What had I been trying to do?
G E T O N L I N E
Won't go into major details, but after a couple hours (and going through that process too...) my mother was able to restore it. However...
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
All my favorites...gone. Every link I had saved. Gone. Gone. Just Gone.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Van happily ducks as stapler flies across room.
Ryan raises eyebrow "...That sucks."
"Gee. Ya think?" Glare. Log into the O to check updates. "Hey, chaosbutterfly updated! Humor would be good right now..."
Go to fanfic site and read new chapter.
"That was a good stapler..."
Now, normally, I copy paste onto a document so I can read even if I'm offline. But...
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"...Hey, it says you can't edit the document because it has expired." Yes Ryan, I can read.
"Why not make a new document and copy paste all the old work onto a new sheet?" I'm so glad your smart, Tobias.
Try.
Again.
And Again.
"I...I can't even type one lousy letter. The entire program has expired..."
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"So 'stead of Microsoft Word, copy t'all onto Notepad." Whoa. Ryan had a brilliant idea? "... What the f*** is that look for??"
"Nothing."
Try.
"... I CAN'T EVEN COPY ANY TEXT FROM THE PROGRAM ITSELF!?"
"Shit."
"Awww... Its ok! I'm sure it's fixable!" Tobias assures me as I'm reduced to tears. "At least you can get on the Otaku! Yeah??"
Glomp.
After being silent the whole time, Van finally snuck up behind me and Glomped me. Damn.
Ryan looks steamed. "Tch. Better you than me."
"What are you--?"
"S'all good. You were planing to clean out your favorites soon anyway, right? You know the important ones by heart, a few you can find by Google or Ask, and a few others you can ask your friends for links to. Everything else were pics that are already saved on your computer or sites you don't look at anymore. Clean slate, right?" He gives me a strange smile from over my shoulder.
"...Yeah..."
"Y'know he just pretty much just called ya a pack-rat, right?"
Van gasps. "I said nothing of the sort! You're just J E A L O U S 'cuz I'm hugging H E R and not Y O U !" Hugs tighter.
Ryan looks... furiously annoyed "AM NOT!"
"Oh, Ryan, that makes me so HAPPY!" Sparkly glomp onto Ryan.
"GET OFF!!"
"NEVAH!" Sparkly
As I start going to sites, Tobias suggests nervously "Perhaps a hug from a real person with no ulterior motives would be good for you?"
"...Yeah." I reply as I turn to see Ryan trying to kill a thoroughly pleased Van ("Ohmagawd, Love Taps!" "SHUT UP AND DIE!")
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Ah. I feel better. Its been a... Lovely month. Plus I can so make that a chapter ^___^
Anyway, that's all for now. After a couple days of recovering info n stuff, I'll have time to post some new stuff ^_^
Btw, Ryan was not upset that Van had hugged me. He was upset cuz he realized that Van was still there XD
And I also use Microsoft word for my scripts...Thats what caused the most panic...Dead scripts... -_-;
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
*tears of joy* YAY!...
Art trade up
Short post cuz I gotta get up early. See all you peoples later then
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Monday, September 25, 2006
Whoa...
Art trade is coming out better than I expected. Should be posted sometime tomorrow ^_^
You might have noticed my new avi featuring a rather shocked Ryan. The picture is taken from a panel from my up-coming web comic. I colored it just for the avi. And Van is 98% of the time the cause of that expression. XD
Anywho... Tomorrow I'll cook. Felt sickly again >.<
(Hopefully I'll be able to use all them Nightcrawler emoticons )
Shtuff...
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Sunday, September 24, 2006
Nya...
Add art contest...
Don't worry Ebony. I'm making a point to get the art trade done first. Y'know, before I post anything else new ^^;;
I've got my site up, but nothing posted (duh, Morte first ;) ), so no link yet.
Otherwise, tomorrow I'm making meat buns. They take an entire day to make, so I may or may not have time for what I need to do. >.>
O.O~ ... ... ... I want that kitty...
Btw, I may or may not be getting a job soon. Nightshift, hopefully.
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Friday, September 22, 2006
*sigh*...
No. Not dead. Yet.
I've been busy. Very busy. And stressed. I stress easy. 'Yet' means any less sleep and I will be dead.
I am slowly but surely getting pics done. Don't worry. ^_^;;
I was looking for a certain picture involving Bamfs and found some cool/wierd pics at a Lionking Fanart page.
Hmm...Still haven't found the pic...
Oh well. ^_^
Shtuffff.... >.>
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