Comments don't work. Snow and I are going to rebuild this whole thing. The blue and cat post-its are looking old and tacky anyways.

If you want to tell me anything like, "Isn't it time for you to go to sleep?" mail me tehnaku at gmail ^_^

According to snow I'm a quote, 'nana. He means a silly banana, not a Grandma. So I'm outside on our back patio. It's small and blocked in by cement, or plaster or whatever these island people build with. It's probably fairy poop for all I know. The wind is blowing so hard that if you were to attach a lawn mower to a string, you could probably fly it like a kite.

I hear a faint mew.

We have a hobo cat. He's been coming around since the summer. I went walking one day and he followed me home after I scolded him about staying out of the busy road else he'd end up flat. He's been coming around ever since.

He was very scrawny, loving and cute. We called him Hobo style. He looks like a little preacher. I guess I could have named him Jesse or Custer but that didn't suit him. He was more hobo than preacher even with the uniform. Here's a visual (those are snow's toes...I paint mine :P):

He comes 'round a lot. He mews at the door and gets our kitty girls all fired up. Cats are a fuzzy and jealous race ^_^

As of late, he hasn't been coming around as much. I'm guessing he's found some other family (suckers) to feed him gooshie food and give him pets. He still does show up though, makes an appearance and gets a nice meal.

I wanted to adopt him and have him inside. I even tried... the girls were not having it. Girls are mean by nature no matter what the species. It didn't work. Hobo had to stay outside much to my dismay. However, I think he's happy out there paw-handling for cat chow. I really do. These Manx cats are wild. Folks that have 'em as pets don't even keep a litter box because they just "go out". o_O Yeah, my American cat would just poop on my carpet.

So, I'm outside for a ciggie with snow. We don't smoke in the house. We should not be smoking at all but I'm a weak human. He finishes and runs inside to re-join his instance. New hat and uncomfortable spec'ing protection was all I made out. I'm still outside. I hear a mew in the distance. My hearing is good. He's there, the wind is loud and scary and Hobo is scared.

Let's just rewind. I'm in pajamas. REALLY stupid pajamas and ballet style slippers that are mice. I have mouse feet and a fuzzy robe on and flat, just-out-of-shower hair, no make-up look goin' on. Got it?

I leave the garden to look for him in my ridiculous get up. Snow is gone fighting Alliance in Wintergrasp. A gale blows the gate, it's embedded into the wood now. I push to get in, no go. I'm stuck outside in my jammies. I bang on the gate. I glance throught the planks off wood and see the kitten looking at me through the window. Shit.

I quickly assess my situation. Double shit. I try and get out our alley door, it's stuck of course. The nosey neighbors are probably video taping my ass to put on Youtube. No time to worry about that now, I'm still stuck.

I bang on the gate again. Kitten eyes me with that look of, I want to come out and play too Mom look I wasn't in the mood for. She cannot speak English to go and fetch snow to rescue me. I'm on my own.

How hard would it be to break the gate down? I have been working out and eating right. I'm going for it.

I barrel into it like I'm fraking FBI hunting the luscious Tony Almeida. It holds. Now I'm mad. I'm in the cold, in a stupid get-up that I'd never be able to explain to a neighbor.

Now I go for it for real... the shoulder drive as seen on TV. My super powers finally kick in. The door goes, along with the entire lock, mount, you name it, I fscked it up. Well, I was angry and scared and wearing mice.

I ran in... told of my dilemma. I ruined an instance. GO ME! I also ruined a door. That door had it coming if you ask me. I walked inside once safe... I got the proper screwdriver and replacement screws and fixed that goddamn door like the polish princess I am. Nothing is ever really broken to my people.

All this 90210 (IM83PF) drama and you know what? Hobo never showed his fuzzy britches. His gooshie food is still outside -_-

In other news...

This week I have been watching True Blood. I watched the season finale today. I'm a sucker for shows like this... weird romance, demons, wolves, vampires, booze, boobs, telepaths. It's a fun show. Guilty pleasure maybe? Watch it and decide for youself.

In the vampire spirit, I went to see Twilight finally. Only a few months late for our little island. I'm first to say I liked the books. It does read like some goth/nerd girls's fantasy diary. However, the author (credited for other addictive TV type drama/girl/stupid shows) really writes well. I would have longed for an Edward when I was being harassed in high school by sporty types.

Yep, I got picked on more than strawberries. Funny how I turned out way better than the whole lot of them.

Still the books are good. She writes really, really fun stories. I wanted to get my hair done dark for a while now. It's currently white and purple. Alice sealed the deal for me. I go the 4th and ready for a new hair era. The books might not be for you... but the hair styles are worth it.

I think I'm being summoned to sleep now. Well I'll go when I finish. I tried hitting the forward button on my shuffle a hundred times until I found a song that didn't sound horrible to me. How funny I settled on Bandit Queen - Looptroop. It brings good memories of good company. ^_^

I'm up past my bed time yet again... Go me!

One love to Hobo Style out there somewhere.
ni ni all

May 2008 was the last time I blogged. Jeezy creezy. My blog is going to read like the Pitt comic book series only I'm definitely not as neat as Mr. Keown and he was more on time. WHICH by the way... I died a little bit on my birthday this year. I am now the proud owner of a Dale K. original page of Hulk. *quiver* DALE KEOWN HULK!! Sorry, let me collect myself again.

So as of late, I've realized that letting my art live only in the form of crappy corporate, branded web graphics is no longer acceptable. The thing is, getting out of the daily grind, skinny tie mindset and back into creative chaos is not as easy as it sounds. So I've been reading.

Books. Articles. Reviews of software. First year student color theory studies. I know right? @_@ That, and more.

Most of these things are suggesting going back to basics. Back to your roots if you have them... planting some if you didn't. I feel I have a root or two under my feet but they haven't had water in a while. Basics eh?

I dug out my sketch book and sharpened some charcoal and sketched my cat. I sketched my kitchen. And they were done fast and were crap. Not the kind of stuff to post smugly on some FX/CG/WTF website... just quick, dirty studies. It felt good. It seems so alien creating something just for me and to not care if it's perfect or who will look at it and judge me.

I am addicted.

So even if it's five minutes, something crappy will be sketched every day. I urge anyone in a creative rut to try the same and see what happens. ^_^

Also, no one reads this but if anyone has a google accident and knows of nice artwork sites like gorillaartfare.com or imaginefx.com let me know.

It's almost bed time now, but I also am trying to get back on the writing wagon. Maybe if I remind myself that I don't have to write a War and Peace entry every time, it'll make the task less daunting. Twitter has kind of corrected that in me, although I still agonize trying to get a full thought in that tiny, tiny box most of the time.

One quick thing... FRAK EARTH. I just watch the first episode of the new and final season of BSG and while I will not spoil anything, I will say... WTF? o_O

The Shanghai Restoration Project- Zodiac is nice too if you want to hear something pretty and fun.

Ni ni all! <3
/naku