an imaginary job

I found a web site that has people's stories, a lot of which are kinda fucked up. They are going to start posting illustrations to these stories starting next year. I decided to try a hand at it but unfortunately I think they already found some art for the story I've been working on the most. Here it my work-very-in-progress:








Now I'll turn my attention to others, like this one:

how i spent my christmas

I sang Turkey Lurkey Time to Jeremy's Warcraft guild members.

Gay? Check.

Geek? Check.


*that's not them, btw*

I also saw AVP:R. I will soon post a review of it on my other place thing where I write stuff.

i hated crocodile rock anyway

I don't go out and do things very often, I'm a total homebody. Usually it's the movies, but rarely do I want to see a performer or band or anything that might involve a lot of people so much that it will make me get off the couch and go outside. There was one thing, however, that I was looking forward to for sometime.
When I fully listened to Tilly and the Wall's two albums earlier this year I decided that, come hell or high water, I was going to see them live when they came to Seattle. I enjoyed their music more than anything I had heard in years. I was thrilled when I checked the Crocodile's calendar of events a few weeks ago and saw that they were going to be there in March. Now we all know that the Croc shut it's doors last week.
It seems logical that if the band is on tour they will find a new venue. I have not checked yet. However if they don't, I have learned that there might be something to my philosophy. Just stay home.

don't you wish your boyfriend was rad like mine?

He gave me my Christmas present and yeah, I'm totally going to show it off:

Yeah, man! It's even more beautiful in real life. My favorite thing about it is how much it reminds me of a station wagon.

Also, If it weren't for Jeremy, I wouldn't have gotten to see Dina Martina (who I'm sure I will see many times in the future) or my new favorite movie...please click the wheel.
Now that you are officially jealous, you may go.

king cutie

Barbra Walters was on The View showing off her Christmas cards. First she showed the card from the White House that contained a bible passage in it. She commented on how she thought it was strange that the White House has a religious card, that she didn't remember them being religious in the past. She said something like "Do you think agnostics and athiests and muslims get the same card?" She went on to say that she wasn't saying anything bad about the White House, then cleared her throat a little in a way that made me feel her nudge the audience with her elbow.
Later on she showed the card from King Abdullah II of Jordan. I couldn't help but think, isn't he just the littlest bit dreamy?

well read

It's been a while. School's out. Thank goodness. I can drink beer again! I'm pretty sure I aced math and probably yoga. Communication...not so much. I'll post my grades as soon as I get them. Now on to today's post...

I often criticize myself for not reading very much, other than comic books. While comics are a valid form of art, once in a while I'll feel like I'm not as intelligent because I don't read. However, I just as often remember that I have in fact read quite a few books, some that might even be considered literature. I would say that these are some of my favorites, but when it comes to reading I haven't read a book if I didn't really like it in the first place. That's why I never finished books like Candide, The Ice Storm, or The Stranger. I just didn't enjoy them (although I like "Killing an Arab").

Here's a rundown of my favorite favorites:

The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells. Just enough science-fiction, mystery, action and all around entertainment to satisfy my need for intelligent garbage. The hardest part was wanting to envision this naked man but not being able to because, well, he's invisible.





The Stepford Wives and Rosemary's Baby by Ira Levin. Kind of like what I said about The Invisible Man. A little trashy but so much fun, and I don't expect trashy fun from such great writers. I have yet to see or read any of Levin's plays but other books I want to experience are The Boys from Brazil and Sliver (even if I will think of UB40 with every turn of the page.) Both novels I've read are almost exactly like their movie adaptations. Needless to say I love both movies also. Now, the Frank OZ Stepford remake was total crap, but I know it was supposed to be tongue-in-cheek. If I look at it that way, it was kind of funny. Sometimes.

The Bad Seed by William March. I reviewed this book on my review site. You can go there and read about it, but I warn you, I give away the ending.






Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. I read this in my senior year AP english class. The unabriged version. I still can't believe I did. Well, I did skip the part about Waterloo. It didn't really have to do with the story. I can see why I liked the book, what with my love of long, drawn out soap-opera-like stories. There's lots of melodrama and plot twists. I also liked to believe that Jean Valjean and Javert were, or had been, lovers. I don't know why, perhaps because of the obsession. I haven't seen the musical, but the movie version with Liam Neeson was kinda lame. If I ever read this again, it's going to be the abridged version!

Lots of Stephen King. Hey, its' like the highest quality fast food you can find.

So, I still have to finish Le Livre Blanc which should take about 30 min if I get myself started. And Seth just let me borrow The Life of Pi, which I'm pretty excited about.

acoustic disco

This is one of the many disco tracks I've been listening to. This video is rather self-indulgent, I just thought I'd share it for fun.

free time

I used to have so much of it and did nothing with it. Now, since I've been going to school, I'm always thinking of things to do but I just don't have time for. When school gets out I am no longer just going to mope around my apartment until I have to go to work. Here's the kinds of things I will be being more productive about:

Drawing- It's one of those things I keep thinking "I'm going to draw or watercolor when I get home." But when I get home I have homework, laundry or sleep to attend to first.

Housework- I have really let my apartment go in the last couple of months. Luckily my roommate cleaned up for Thanksgiving. My bedroom, however,...let's not go there.

Keeping in touch- I have been neglecting a lot of my friends as of late. I plan to stop that. I have already called my old roommate, Steph, and my best friend, KC, this week.

basicaly anything thats not working or riding a bus or sitting in class- yeah, all that.

alter ego

I drew a picture of my Worl of Warcraft character, Prokstabir, an undead rogue, while I was in math class the other day.

His shoulder pads are actually bigger, like the size of his head. Maybe I'll do a portrait of his warlock friend, Vulvarta, soon.

Passions quote of the day: 11/26/07

"It's so lucky to have a grandfather who's an evil genius."

why was i so angry...?

Circa 2004

deja vu

Seems like somethig like this happened to someone I know recently.

happy thanksgiving

Warning: not for the squeamish

why bother...

Once in a while, I'll draw a comic strip about my job. Why bother when someone does a great strip about it everyday?

You can read "Retail" at the Seattle PI website everyday.

today

let's see...
I didn't have to go to school.
I spent the morning with my boyfriend.
I had an awesome breakfast.
I got my math homework done at work.
I think I got paid more for the holiday.
I found a vicodin while sweeping at work.

And...I have a new episode of Passions to watch.
It was a pretty good day.

what ever happened to Sinbad?

Someone asked this recently, I think someone at work. Well, apparently he'll be in Tacoma at the Emerald Queen Casino, the number one place for fun, on Nov. 23rd and 24th.
I noticed that the casino is in Tacoma, but the hotel is just over I5 in Fife, WA. There is a shuttle.
Also, check out this creepy picture of Smokey Robinson they have.

passions quote of the day: 11/05/07

"I need booze, but I'll settle for pills."

passions quote of the day:10/30/07

"Nothing like a dead baby to put everyone in a bad mood."

punch in the nose

FUNeral: part one

The whole experience of my grandfather's funeral is pretty much over. I'm here at my parent's house watching a huge HD TV (new), sitting in a comfy office chair(new) blogging with their dial-up connection (also new. They upped it to 100mb/sec!) The HD TV is pretty cool. My dad wanted to show me what the picture looked like but had to find a channel that was in high definition. As he was flipping the channels he stopped and said it would have to wait. He wanted to watch Family Feud and that was not in hi-def.

Last night there was a rosary thingy. I haven't prayed the rosary since I was a kid and I'm pretty sure it was my grandfather who was leading it. Father Vicente, who has been at the parish for a very long time and knew my grandfather well, led the rosary last night. Father Vicente, a native Spaniard, has a heavy accent but I have gotten used to it over the years and understand him perfectly. I also know what he sounds like when he's talking and crying but last night while saying the rosary he had a different sound in his voice, one that sounded like a worn, warped record that has been repeating the same song over and over for decades. For those of you who don't know, the rosary consists of fifty Hail Marys said in groups of ten. It was during these that his voice became soft and warbled.


There were a lot of people at the rosary. All of my uncles, some of their families, even my sixth grade teacher, a friend of my father's who was there when KC and I made our unholy alliance all those years ago. Speaking of which, KC was sitting in his car outside. He didn't feel he was dressed enough for the occasion.

My grandma was being her usual self. As I walked up to her she told me I didn't look like Philip. I bet it's the haircut. She was a lot quieter than she has been lately but other than that she seemed fine. As the rosary was coming to a close she started shuffling with her purse, getting ready to go. She nearly dropped it and made an audible comment, something along the lines of "Nice move." After the rosary Father Vicente told about how my grandfather, who used to work for the school district, told him to take all the old chairs and desks he wanted when the parish was starting up their own catholic school and made some joke about church and state being separate. He started talking about the service/mass that took place this morning and my grandma made another audible comment. "Cut it short, Father."

Kc and I then went to a snobby coffee place we used to go to all the time before we moved to Arcata. Back then KC would hit on all the foreign girls who worked there. I even (tried to)hit on a cute, tall, skinny guy who worked there. I let him borrow my copy of Crumb. That went nowhere. Last night, thought, we had a great time catching up, listening to old-school Sebadoh, and making fun of people. I thought "This is just like old times, but better."