Oh my fucking god I'm going to go fucking crazy.

I'm writing this partly to vent my fucking frustration. I have lost 3 pictures and I cannot find them for the life of me.

Two of them are actually on this site here, saved by the digital medium they now inhabit. However, a third is a design for the mecha that I base this webcomic/blog thingie-idea on. And it is GONE.

I cannot for the life of me seem to replicate it in my mind's eye. The last place I remember seeing it is at a friend's house but it is nowhere to be seen there either. My conclusion is that it is somewhere at MY home or it slipped out of the drawing notebook I had.

If it did, the fucker is lost to me forever. However, I would have sworn that the damn drawings would have made some noise for me to notice. So the fucking picture is missing. I think I'm also antsy because I have just recovered from being sick. So I've been doing a LOT of sleeping. Which means a lot of nothing ladies and gentlemen.

In other news, I got a fucking job finally. Target cashier, which means DISCOUNTS BABY YEAH. IT also means PAYCHECK. Finally. Its seasonal but if I work mah butt off they might keep me. Praise the lords and pass the magnum.

James out.

I've been behind Dave since that guy snapped his wrist and kept with the show. I can't believe this guy, he's amazing. Perseverance motherfuckers, that's how he rolls.

I'm so glad he won, I was shouting all night the finale was on. He was my BRUTHA. I really respected the guy, and he earned his win.

Hell yeah dude.

In other news!

I was checking my statistics today, something I haven't done in like, 3 years. Check this little factoid out.

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"This means that he gave 58 comments for every 10 that he received."
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Okay, I don't really mind being mostly barren in comments, I generally always have been. I'd probably have more if I didn't take that 2 year hiatus. But still, 58 for every 10?

*laugh* I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for myself. But I shall press on with my comments. I still average like, 3 comments a -day- even though I was gone for nearly 2 years. Can you believe that?

MADNESS!

Anyways, I'm designing a manga universe with mah bestest friend. And it is insane. You've probably seen a few of my drawings already on it (they've been taking up the vast majority of my submissions now).

We have to design a whole fuckin' universe.

IT IS HARD.

But I shall press on! If you run into those pics, and something comes across as cool, PLEASE let me know.

This is something we'll eventually be publishing to a website (at least). So I wouldn't mind picking up some critiques or even "nice design".

I'll be checking out your guys' work too as I always do. Tit for tat and all that!

~James

How do I have 18k views? With this much art?

With this caliber of art? For shame, James, for shame.

I guess that means I'll have to post more art more often.

The sound of shoes entering a dark place.

A click, a light.

Cobwebs entangle, become sundered.

I'm back motherfuckers. Time to get back in touch with my artistic roots.

With my trusty pencils, pens, and scanner...

...scanner? Friend? No... NO! It's fucking broken! Don't leave me!

I can't believe my scanner doesn't work any longer. I suppose I won't be back per se with pencil/pen until I can afford a new piece of machinery. I'd like to dedicate a moment of silence to that scanner. She's gotten me through many years of artwork, faithfully bringing my visions to the digital web. All the work you see was brought through that scanner.

*sigh* I suppose being an artist I've developed a fondness to that piece of equipment... and like any tool of the trade... it becomes part of you and your method of expression. It feels like I've lost a good friend... or even a limb in a sense.

I've recently started drawing again, finishing a commission. But she's not there to herald this new era of mine. This breaks my heart in a way... *sigh*

But I shall press on.

~James

Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true. Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil, Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet. All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world, so there was only one thing that I could do...

...Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long

-Ministry


Cleaning my room. Then finishing a 15 page paper on medieval poet and writer Chaucer. Then I get to review 5 novels and 2 short stories for Native American lit before a final on Friday.

Fucking.

Bring it.