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(no subject) [Nov. 14th, 2009|10:56 pm]
I know that the character is speaking Japanese, but fuck me, I think Frankie just screamed 'I'M GONNA BITE YOUR TESTICLES' at her training opponent in this blasted sim. She's a dog gynoid, yes, but all the same. Bite? More like sniff. And the weapon was a gun.
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Possibly a bit late to the party... [Mar. 4th, 2009|08:02 am]
[Current Music |Ladyhawke - My Delirium]

But to anyone currently using Facebook, a warning's popped up about a bunch of new worms and viruses that have been set free on that delicious network. Anything to do with secret videos of you or anyone else or any random error messages from the site closing down to people not viewing your profiles is probably not real.

Should you click on them you shall be fucked - personal data lost, passwords changed and some people have experienced automatic shutdowns that only technicians could get 'round. Considering how important some people value their facebook pages and contacts, this could be disastrous.

So don't send me any of those fuckers, you got that? I hate that site.

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That was a long [Jul. 24th, 2008|08:46 pm]
But I sort of fell asleep. I can't wait for whatever period of whatness to be over so I can sleep peacefully again, because continually waking up when people are moving about is not cool.

Also; have  you noticed, no traces of D:. Something must be in the Intarweb, and if I passed on the blah, you can throw stuff at me.

OKAY. Serious business question: Anthros in a professional portfolio? Does this make me an internet-fag?

I have a lot of work ahead of me and I'd separated it into several categories; fantasy, technology and realism. From there I was going to have character turn-arounds - at least two, possibly three, character sheets (in the likes of Endling) for characters I felt were stand-outish, technical drawings of buildings from all three sectors, speedpaints of areas (probably long ones but no idea how to present them), possibly some movement sequences and sketch pages. Lots of sketch pages. And life drawing of course.

Ye-ha. Sounds like a lot, but I've been told, actually stressed the point - "we want content. We don't care how good you are, show us what you can do. Too many portfolios are like, three amazing pictures. And we're like, awesome, you can speedpaint. That's fucking cool. So show us the rest of your shit. And then all we get is a D:"

So fantasy, right?
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(no subject) [Jun. 13th, 2008|04:50 pm]
We dance like New Year's Eve
We, we dance from sheer relief,
Everything must change~
The people that you projected as;
They were nothing of the sort
Sold us all short
Put down the champagne
No toast to this legacy (No way)...
Dog whistle through the speakers and see who bites it...
Finally the King is dead
We cried off with his head
Everything must change, everything must change
We danced like New Year's Eve,
We danced from relief
Everything must change, nothing stays the same, no.
Just promise me this
No rose petal glasses
Quickly confine them to a part of the past...

-Doctored from 'The King is Dead' by the Herd.

I'm not sorry. I saw it coming since the Winter War. And you know what? I'm glad. I will miss the community, but it deserved more than the drugs it was fed and the shots it was given to restart an already dead heart. The staff that did their jobs were brilliant, it was sad that there was only a few spots of cancer that covered it all and believe me,  it's them that this song is put to, and this is the last time I waste energy on them.

In all honesty I haven't felt so free and pleased for a long time. I didn't realise that Mute's future affected me so much, but I have new places to play that promise greater things, because nothing's nicer than a new page of paper and a new sling of ideas.

I eagerly await the future and bid all of those that mourn for M^3's death to understand that shit happens like this. Best thing to do is pick up your toys and move to the next playground; as those that matter will already be there and be waiting for you.

And they will have cookies, people. And possibly muffins. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? 
 
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