Reasons For Coughing Blood At 2AM

Sometimes (sinetune, awesome) I draw myself from another person’s point of view. It used to be practice of positions (I sit AWESOME) but I suppose, as much as it still is practice, it’s getting to be habit. I tend to draw myself a lot, in such a manner. And then I made Phileas Fearin’ Forme, who looks like my drawings of me but not really. I mean, the KILL IT WITH FIRE shirt developed over time but the first half of me-doodles in my drafting notes for this semester have me in my jeans and TMNT hoodie, with my tats, piercings, dreads and some chin fuzz.

Phileas well… you’ll see Phileas, but he lacks the fuzz and tattoos, has some different piercings.

Any ways, working on that pdf of my entire sketchbook, but it’s a bit of a pain figuring out all the kinks. So it’s pending.

The week: Monday was Charlee, awesome fun. Introduced her to White Collar. Tuesday Ren. Star Trek. Amok Time and Tribbles. All’a the tribbles. She laughed her ass of, despite not generally watching anything but the original Star Trek (DS9 temporal stuff ep). Wednesday was Squeek. Thrift store run (I ten-times-ed my vinyl collection, noting that I only had The Kiltlifters from that ska show I went to in Vancouver with Charlee. Vinyl list (as I remember it) is below, it’ll be missing things. Also got new CD rack thing, holds over 200 CDs, was fifteen bucks. Then off to Ricke’s for random talking shits with Ricke y su hermano y amigo. Good shit. Ended with watching Ricke play FFXIII which was killer. Tonight I picked up Kea from the skytrain and did some errand-ies and then dindin and tea at my place.

Vinyl list:
Pretenders
Flock of Seagulls
Tommy – The Who
Cargo – Men At Work
Benefactor – Romeo Void
The Unicorn – The Irish Rovers
The Long Run – The Eagles
Macho Man – Village People
Eye of the Tiger – Survivor

Found my tablet pen in the obvious place, so I’ll be finishing the unfinished Uri drawing and eventually Arcc zombie and all (ref my dA) but there are a bunch of things from my sketchbook I’d like to do; some of which super shiny and some just for it. Quick an’ easy.

I’m in a couple o’ awesome RPs but, as much as they are sweet and developed and shit, responses are pending and shit so it’s like: now what do I do?

Gonna update my Things vlog eventually. Was going to do it with Squeek but didn’t. Might do with the guys, but that’d steadily degrade (awesomely).

Up and coming: DREADS, I swear! Redeye Empire CD release show with Rude City Riot next weekend, followed by Multi-Cultural Pride March as put on by Ridge Radicals and associations the next day. Gonna be sweet. If I get those hours off work like I asked for.

Reminder: Ren owes me o’er two hundred bucks.

I love school. Sometimes I love bullshit weather.

I came home from work one night and mis parientes were watching an American broadcast of the opening ceremonies (since the Canadian broadcast was live). They found it much better with the explanation of what each part was supposed to be of (awesome farkin’ kilt wearing fiddle playing tap dancers OF DOOM FUCK YES). The next day I got some opinion from a customer at work that the American version was infuriating… from the beginning bit (the part I didn’t get to watch) when all the countries were coming in with the constant commentary of “So that country’s the size of this state” and/or “with the population of this state/city”.

I went down to Seattle for the week, to live with Charmsies and Steve a while. Excellent fun. Walked about everywhere. Their place is like… max. ten blocks from everywhere. Max. Including her university. Max. I don’t know about down there but up ‘ere eight blocks is a mile. That’s the distance to my school from my house. Of which I bike in six minutes (yay downhill).

Ate some good food, cooked some good food, got Charmsies addicted to White Collar, watched some of the executive transvestite -eyebrow waggle- (hah, French bit of win), trips to the library. We worked out the design of Stannum (more or less) and I suppose I should do a more detailed sketch of it (with room widths) in plan and elevation.

Second week of my reading break/the Olympics, we pulled off some bullshit. All right, so what was was some chilling with the guys and all, the norm and the norm is pretty damn awesome for instance I have a guitar now and a mini-amp (have yet to pay for that… and a snare Squeek grabbed the other day). Madness and gay sex. The bullshit was us in the no-snow-Olympics. Bullshit as in Harry Dresden “how the fuck did he just pull that off?”, as in most awesome shit from wherever the fuck.

Started somewhere around John Montgomery, won the skeleton my seven hundredths of a second, was awarded a beer when he got off the mountainside which he chugged and had to pass off to his RCMP escort so he could do his CTV interview. See? Awesome shit. And then we went on and got the most golds and came in third (as much as I was rooting for Norway for how well they were doing).

I had to work the last ten (and then overtime) minutes of the Canada US hockey game and let me tell you, the streets were bare. We won. What cars came about honked for about three hours.

Prior to that, on the Thursday, I was a chauffeur for some panelists at a film night for Pride House. Also got to sell drink tickets for our assortment of booze (so I got to work bar, woo). Chauffeur was from Horseshoe Bay Ferry, ‘course. I love that drive. I loved that drive home. It was a great night. Got a volunteer T-shirt, forgot my own there… which I have yet to get back, hah.

Since then it’s been school, I love school, and friends and random shit. I keep drawing and I figure I’ve gotten significantly better, I’m working on scanning all the HALF OF SKETCHBOOK I DREW WHILE IN SEATTLE plus the last two weeks. I got halfway through that before passing out yesterday. Saturday I got home from work, was going to go to bed, decided not (with work at six in the morning why not stay up? Psht) and did damn fine at work Sunday. Up until the last hour, when the melatonin high kicked in and booooy did I seem stoned. I haven’t done that in a long while. I got home, got halfway through doing anything and everything and promptly fell asleep with my scanner still scanning and my hands on the keys of the laptop on my lap.

Madre woke me up and I stumbled up to bed where I passed out until FOUR IN THE MORNING, from FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON. This is my usual weekend ten-twelve-ish hours. I then continued to sleep until seven. Which I thought was six. Damn hour change.

So when it started to snow today I had to go, “Is it snowing?! Everyone else is seeing this right? I’m not hallucinating. I had sixteen (not actually sixteen) hours of sleep last night, I shouldn’t be hallucinating.” Half of the reaction being from Steve the instructor not seeing it at first. Was very light, more hail-ish in the bits of ice sort of way.

Squeek texted me: WHY IS IT SNOWING?!?

It was in the forecast, but we had a week of bright ass sun.

Oh and Alyse at work totally pegged me in the middle of the forehead with a roll of tape two weeks ago.

I’m alive! And in America! Not mutually exclusive, by the way.

And I’m here with Charmsies. There’s a rope made out of underwear. Skill.

I’m going to stop saying shit as people talk. They bicker. It’s kind of adorable.

Ahem.

Okay, so, time skip and now I’m leaving in a couple of hours. Woo. Tales of walking around Seattle time! So, Friday morning we had pancakes. I love syrup. It’s like sugar and tree juice (it is) and it’s awesome. And then we went to Pike’s Place Market and it was the shit. We spent a couple hours there (outrageous!). Cool Indian store of awesome, talked about BC a bit with the dude there (he has relatives). There was a chick with a chorded up dog who was SO HAPPY. And we hung by a bookstore (Charmsies likes indie stuff, it’s awesome) and a dude was all TMNT hoodie! And singing of song. And talking. Of TMNT. I love shit.

And we snagged a Thai iced tea, which is like heaven and coconut milk combined. But the coconut milk is ambrosia. We chilled in a park for a bit, talked a lot and then I asked where all the gay people were (I wanted to find gay people) so we took a bus to Capital Hill. Very shiny.

We ventured around, cool monster store… and then a couple fetish places (holy fucking awesome Batman)… We were getting tired and thirsty and I suggested ice cream (because I saw a sign for ice cream) and Charmsies thought I was having a random craving (pshkt). Home made ice cream! It was the shit.

And then back to the apartment. And then food. Good food. Spicy awesome mussels at Japanese place. Followed by recording of Things03, RP of Doom reading and then a video that’s way too fucking long for youtube. Fuck yeah.

Bitches.

So, shit acquired: India Temple incense, copper snake ring, Batman belt buckle… we went to Xanadu comics (whoops, forgot) and I snagged a thing of I Kill Giants (Golden Collectibles on Granville doesn’t have backlog, shit). Snagged a rainbow sticker for my car (will cover last Beat sticker, fucking Beat stickers all over my car). Tha’s about it.

Woke up today, moved car, gotta get gas (saved money for it because I’m not stupid sometimes) and then back home to work at two twenty.

So, chilling with Charmsies is farking shweet. We have epic plans of doom. Dooooooom. And I’m tossing myself back down the border during the games some, to chill for more than a day and a bit. Cool.

You know what’s fucking sweet?

Well, lots of shit, but I’m going to regale to you the tales of the last… I’unno, thirty-six hours or so.

So, I’ve moved gas stations, right, lotsa training stuff. Friday was my last training day. Friday night was a ska show in Vancouver. Saturday morning at nine was my first solo day. Those are the parameters. Good stuff.

Charlee jumped on the ska show wagon on Thursday, so super psyched at having someone go to the show with me. I get off work, buy some used boots from the military supply store for twenty five bucks (dude gave me a frequent buyer card, fskin’ sweet), go home and prep, prep… take forever trying to find my skinny tie… ahem. Grab Charlee.

Bit back, I snagged some plaid pants for eleven bucks (five ninety-nine and up rack, shweeet), have my boots strapped on over them. Got me my Popeye shirt, skinny tie, suit jacket (hello Midsummer Night’s Dream and Dropkick Murphys buttons on the lapel) and crazy checked hat. It has storm trooper helmet button, chibi Mickey Mouse button and a Pokémon one. Crazy hat.

Whatever, drive out to Vancouver, new stereo in the car and everything (got it installed Friday morn’).

Parking is ridiculous.

Shark Club, where The Valuables, followed by The Kiltlifters (of whom remind me of some Community Records bands), followed by the headlining Rude City Riot, is two blocks from the library, where Charlee had to do some shit. Pass by Pat (singer of mi hermano’s band), loading shit up into the Media Club, kiddy corner to Shark Club. Library’s already closed. Whooo. Hang ’round and grab some Japanese fast food… mmmmmm, tempura.

Drop off shit, grab tickets just in case, from the Shark, swing by Media Club to watch The Turn set up. That was cool. Charlee hadn’t seen ‘em live ever, yet, so yeah. And we grabbed some free tickets from mi hermano when they were done, farkin’ awesome.

Oh, and then I skank through the madness of The Valuables and Kiltlifters, meet some people, have a lot of fucking fun, hellooooo covers of Bob Marley fok’ yeah, and we grab some swag, drop it off, and Media Club. The Media Club’s like a shoe box, in shape. Bah. Turn’s setting up, find my cousin (s’cool), and friend I knew of his. Listen to some awesomeness, rush back to the Shark for Rude City Riot. Rude. City. Riot. That was awesome. Even Charlee danced some and shit. Farkin’ sweet.

New boots = fuck my feet.

Show ends, one in the morning.

Work Saturday? Nine in the morning.

So I’ve traded numbers and infos with people, which is awesome, met people. Saturday hung with Ren and watched shows and shit (B, double E, double R, U, N, beer run!) ’cause we were both tired, drive her home and Joe comes over for out-of-the-blue late night jam session. Which was sweet. ‘cept I thought I had work at nine in the morning.

I don’t.

I just got home from showing up at nine in the morning.

Got time to read my steel module now, wooo.

Listening to: Airborne Toxic Event

Updating….

Things we’ve missed:

Taboo Sex Show. Band shows. Hockey game (glass broke). All kinds of crazy things. Metric concert. Hanging with Joe. Passing Drafting Core semester. Hanging with Bones y Squeek in the craziest ways (ahem, icing incident?). Gettings awesomes clothes, recently too (TMNT sweatshirt). Not crappy Christmas (first in a while). Pool in Joe’s basement for New Year’s. Watching Sherlock Holmes FOUR TIMES. School starting up again.

A lot.

A lot of cool and awesome things.

But also lotsa shit, of course. I got left alone for a week. And Ren kept ditching plans so… uh… suckage as soon as the sun dropped. Which sucked for queueing up to school and forgetting to take happy pills (they gave me happy pills) and blablabla. But hey, I’m updating my blog so… uh, stuff:

- Working again. Jennings primarily but it’s slow going. I’mma rereading My Boyfriend’s A Rugby Player right now.
- Practised a shit ton of piano, mostly. I got stuck a bit on a part of a song while people were away but yeah.
- Doing a 100 themes challenge. Hey, let’s improve my arts! But I ran out of sketchbook pages… fark!

Got some cool shit, got some new CDs. Squeek put me on Mother Mother. Read a few books. Got to see the relatives’ place up in Kelowna (cool digs). Mi tio Danny is calling me by my pref’d name. Charmsies is moving to Seattle soon, an’ then I can visit her! I reaaaaally need to send my letter to well… multiple letters. And I’m expecting mail, but I’m pretty sure some of my mail is indefinitely lost. -sigh-

Updating with video blog too.

NaNo Update

There’s kind of some plot now. It’s still mostly about characters.

Music includes stuff from watching Lang Lang the other night (Chopin in D minor, Two Horses Competing), the album Daisy by Brand New and my Community Records playlist. Note that I also listen to Solitary Shell from Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence, by Dream Theatre because Squeek and the whole reminding him of me. Go listen to/read the lyrics, really.

Have a few more names of places (one a real place, allegedly). I’ve used five of the many bits of dialogue I have set up to use. One of the ‘charske’ (character sketch) things. All the names but two (Cannibal Fish comes in much later and I’m trying to figure in S. Uppal the right way).

I have trans, genderqueer and youdon’tknowyet characters. Oh, man, Shua. I love Shua. They are just… awesome, I swear. Them and Morgan (pilot), is kind of cute. It’s not like Noal is trying to get in Shua’s pants or anything, but he likes to notice them and is nicer to them or some’odd (first person he thinks of when he makes extra food). Morgan on the PA system tho’: DEAR LADIES AND GENTS, AND SHUA.

Shua punches him in the arm for that.

IT’S LOVE, I SWEAR. Manly, non-sexual but couldbeintimate love. I squee.

New developments: Fyodor knows Arabic (my Mandarin dictionary was upstairs so fuckit) and ’smokes’ synthetic cigarettes, Keely’s hair is steadily turning more red in my head, Grady is special… it’ll come up later, and my new favourite description for Doug is comparing him to a grisly bear. An angry grisly bear.

12k words. Almost caught up to B-san.

Back to the rest of stuff: Today I went to the Taboo Sex Show, thus not being able to write until after midnight (woops). Ren got an underbust corset, I have to do a photoshoot so bad. People assumed we were together. I got to refer to her as my female in many ways -grin-. I got a sweeeet belt and a straight jacket styled jacket (there are pies but I’m a lazy arse) with locks. Also a patch from the local roller derby league.

Lots of really good gothic lolita, also Sin City has pirate and steampunk nights. DROOL.

I got hugged lots by the chick from the stall I got the jacket and belt from (and we talked about costumes and goggles and AE and all) because I’m a sexy bish apparently. I got bishi hugs! Gawd, it was awesome.

Also the dude at the Felix and Kitty place (where Ren got her corset OF COURSE) was significantly shorter than me (though he could lift 10x his weight and thus described himself aptly as an ant) which made for awesome. Also, I got to describe all of Ren’s… ness in her corset because I use words like ‘tittage’ and he didn’t know what to say. “I have words for words.”

Monday wasn’t so bad, really. Plane home, got to work on NaNo in the airport. Hilarity with the tired things. Honestly. “So, what did you spend the ___ on?” “Uuuh… I remember a sweatshirt… a book?”

Okay, Tuesday, late for school. I hate that. Really. A lot. Afterwards, Metric show. Lots of running around in the car getting stuff, filling up gas and all. Getting told the wrong address for the Orpheum… might punch someone for that one. Got to the show before Metric started, ‘course. The other band was going, Joe and I didn’t really get to hear them because of these chiquitas behind us talking significantly loud (weren’t even their seats ad far as I know).

Uh, lets see. Bones, friend of Joe, Keith… as in Breast Fest dude, lot guy from work.

Metric was good and all. Of course. Not a lot of talking to the crowd until later. Mah. I was already down for the count by then. What little dancing we did (Orpheum = seats, and we were on the upper balcony) got my shoulder to ache. Left. Like a bitch, honestly. Used my sweatshirt as a sling. Went around after the show wandering, eating some food, drove Bones and Joe home… little to no one on the highway that late… sooo much fun driving. Honestly.

Uh, shit, snagged a shirt and poster. I’unno, posters are getting to be a thing. Prints too, rather. Posters are for band rooms. Prints get put behind glass… which I gotta do yet.

So, right now, just finishing off the movie (Sex and Death 101), going to write s’more NaNo.

Unmentioned highlights of YaoiCon: Transish (?) person walking into the bathroom and doing the bathroom sign check “that’s the first time I’ve ever had to do that”, crazy awesome people hanging out with in the lobby, Superman, eating an entire thing of mashed potatoes, totally NaNo canon photos, Wiiiings awesome, awesome shit from the dealer’s room(s), awesome shit from the fan market (Reboot pin anyone?), networking, promo-ing ATB. Also, remember ’bout wanting to do entire Justice League costume thing.

Note about photos: they’ll be up before the end of the weekend.

Oh, and I didn’t go to school today. Fssssk.

Oh, man, last day.

Now, I’d like to mention that there’s a lot of cool shit I’ve been missing out on mentioning. My Robin, other shit. The mohawk… Yeah, I cut a mohawk… did I remember that? I’m not sure. Well, today, I dyed it more green. It was green but washed out some and shit.

Today was a bit late too… I blame the train… well, we were drawing on the train (already running late) and went a few stops too far. And birthed an interspecies Raichu at Redwood. There are pies… of Redwood. Well… fun.

Made up ATB flyers and handed them out. We’re expecting traffic. To anyone from that: hiiiii! Got my sweatshirt and shit I was planning on getting and all, shit I didn’t get yesterday. Josh Lanyon book, very nice. Uh, Supernatural panel and shit… had to run from Office Depot to get to the panel on time-ish. The panels weren’t as super awesome as the ones at AE or VCON. Sorry folks but… really.

Gonna watch Storm Hawks but might not really get to. Honestly. Fucking shit gotta clean. Sigh sigh sigh. But I wanna work on… gorramit, I can’t think. I’m just tired. Fucking transit and roommates. All loud and shit and fucking with my head. Why? Why?

I’d like to work on Nano shit but s’just… too tired. Tomorrow tho’, piercings.

Damn, I’ll write something better tomorrow or some’odd.

Fish and chips. Ninjaspy shirt.

Saturday. It’s Saturday. Well, it’s still Saturday, ’cause of daylight… savings…? Not sure. Anyways, sitting here waiting for photobucket infos so I can put everything I got onto the magical realm of photobucket. Just so you know, I’m going to do all of my stuff later, when I get home. But Nik’s photobucket’ll have everything, including his shots too.

YaoiCon2009

‘kay, so today was awesome. My feet are a little sore. We didn’t got to any panels… actually, we got there a couple hours late. I blame everyone but myself.

What?! I prepared. I even woke up despite my phone dying (my feet were cold) and showered and shit and was ready at the time we said we’d get ready for. An hour or two later, we leave for the con. Seriously. Insert lots of pouting.

But it was awesome. Ton of pies. Tons and tons of pies. Uploading now onto the YaoiCon2009 photobucket, but that shit’ll take a long while with Glenn. I might only finish it after stuff. I have to charge batteries and all. Filled up one of Glenn’s 2GB cards… -grin- Bought shit too. Bought a couple things for Ren and Squeek. Ren, there’s not a whole lot of stuff. There’s shit to buy, but not like “oh, this is Ren, I get for Ren”. But everyone… Jo Chen Robin poster. That’s going to be a fskin’ carry on, for the plane. Honestly.

We had hella fun with the fan market and the dealer’s room. I got shirts (stfu), tons of pins… No talk about the pins, ’cause they were shit that’ll go on my awesome patches jacket… my con-going jacket. REBOOT, man, Reboot. Dealer’s room(s) = shirts, prints, black Japanese sun patch and slash through swastika patch (which I can get in Van, but this is decently large sized), at the v-kei table… I’m tempted to get this smexy cute unisex coat thing that’s kinda adorable. I wanna wear it and get glomped.

I have the money…

Honestly, really. And I’m giving Nik a bunch of money, so he’ll buy me shit online and I won’t have to go through Ren or mi madre. And we’re leaving behind a bunch of food with Hanz. This feels fantastic. Plus the travelling and the trans and the… making friends. Couple of awesome random people (you’ll see the anime hentai chick with the red ball gag and fangs and then her friend who’s a panda… with fangs). AND THEN SHINO. SHINO, SHINO, HIIII. Wings! Yus, was great!

Hanz and Nik got FANTASTIC commish’s of characters, headshots. I wanna do one for Horus, we were drawing him earlier. Mmm, Horus.

So, we’re doing up some ATB flyers (spreadin’ the word) and I got tired of writing out my infos to people (photographer, artist, othershit extraordinaire), so I’m going to see if I can’t get some business cards done up. This’ll be my URL and I’ll have my two emails.

Going home’s a shitload of fun. Nik’s feet a little rubbed raw, taking a long break at 7/11. Grabbing black lipstick (and black plastic shackles) in the nearby Halloween place. Eventually getting to the train. Asking Sasuke when the next train comes… Sasuke with EuropeanprobablyRussianish accent (it sounded blended to me and I was tired)… you’ll see the two. I took a photo with Patrice. Home, food, assload of mashed potatoes (several assloads), for tomorrow and the next day.

Other plans include getting piercings and uh… s’about it. I’d like to repierce the piercing I did myself, ’cause the hole’s too small. Maybe a tragus… La la laaaa.

Dudes… tomorrow, I’m going back for more. -grin-

Also, good pastaspaghetti is good.

HEY GUYS….

AWESOME SHIT. I’m not even kidding. I mean, it took us ’till fucking forever to go to the actual con, but today was awesome. Getting Nik, groccery shopping, lotsa lazing around and all but, but, but, we have food now, and awesomeness. Oh, and I cut Hanz’s hair. INTO A MOHAWK. Well, s’more of a mohican, but still awesome. So, so awesome. I’m so fucking proud of myself, and the awesomeness. I’mma uploading photos eventually… well, tonight… now. Yeah, now… wait a fuck–oh, no, there’s the other half of my cookie.

So I’m sitting here with both Glenn and Patrice hooked up, with The TURN playing.

Lots of transit to get out there, lots of tired and a little sick, lots of hungry. Got there ’round eight thirty, just in time to register and sit… relax… figure out what we want to do… Y’know what’s kinda cool about YaoiCon? Panels and viewing rooms… DON’T start at like… eight in the fucking morning. I can sleep. It’s great.

There were people there… in so many costumes and shit… I snagged some great Star Trek shots (Ren will love me, she already does, but yeah). But more men in drag. I love men in drag. Tomorrow’s going to be great. When we get cheese from Safeway, I’m cash backing a fuckload. I prepared for this, I have money.

Notable things today… aside from what I’ve already mentioned. 1. my goggles are fucking awesome (the vintage ones). 2. I’m awesome with hair (not just mohican, but styling hair). 3. Long transit rides…? 4. Lots of awesome shit with buses and showing off the hair “yeah, we just did this an hour ago… I did it”. Just getting there was awesome, buses and trains.

Photos:
DAY 1
Patrice
Glenn

(currently still uploading, @ 1:15 AM PST)

Also, decided to get a group of friends and all costume up as The Justice League for Halloween or a ComicCon or something one year.