Monday, November 16, 2009

LOOK AT MY TINY LEGS GODDAMN

I used to love drawing. Ever since I was a wee lad, I would always find myself drawn to reams of paper, as they were blank faces just waiting to be given life. In the early days of high school, I'd carry a sketchbook around with me wherever I went and drew whatever came to mind, which was terrible looking anime characters 99% of the time. However, as time went on, I found myself using a pencil more to draw pictures through words than actually creating them. Writing came much more naturally to me and was much simpler to refine.

As time went on, I stopped drawing altogether--even the doodles that adorned the margins in my notebooks slowly stopped appearing. I guess it was because I become so overly critical of my drawings; my standards exceeded my skill and I wasn't willing to practice enough to get better. In retrospect, I wish I had kept at it...drawing well is certainly a good way to impress the ladies!

Anyways, last night I found a blank sheet of paper within my pink Princess Peach folder. Without even realizing it, I started to scribble on it with no real direction until I had compose a head with an oversized chin. Eventually, I kept at it, not caring about what I was doing wrong until I was almost finished. And well, I'm quite proud of the result! It's not perfect, but it's the best thing I've drawn since my hair was completely black!
The weird proportions came from a lack of planning; I didn't expect to actually finish this picture and by the time I started drawing the belt, I'd mostly run out of room for his legs. So instead of cutting them off, I figured I'd just squeeze them in. I'm very happy with this unintentional result!

Maybe I should tackle Chun-Li and her Thunder Thighs next...?

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Aural Flame

When I was in junior high, I was sitting with someone when my ears starting ringing all of a sudden. I pointed this out to him, thinking it was somewhat odd, considering there was nothing that sparked this event. He told me that your ears ring when someone is talking about you. If your right ear is ringing, they're saying positive things, while your left ear means they're saying negative things about you. I later learned of the expression of burning ears which essentially meant the same thing. I liked to think that the left/right ear extended to that as well.

This is more of a random anecdote than anything else, but there was one time where I slept over at Steve's house after we went to see Superbad with the rest of the children. It was around 3-4AM after he dropped me off, but I had been locked out of my house. No one seemed to be awake to open the door, so Steve was nice enough to pick me up and let me spend the night. As I lay in his basement trying to fall asleep, my right ear was both ringing and burning with a pretty strong intensity. I'm not sure who was speaking of me at that time, but it still makes me wonder, since at that point, everyone whom I knew was probably asleep. And if it was my family, why exactly wouldn't they have answered the doorbell?

Anyways, there tend to be occasions where my ears will be ringing and/or burning (though I've yet to figure out the "spiritual" difference between the two) and usually the situation presents itself to who would be saying what about me. This week, however, my ears have been ringing/burning sporadically throughout and I'm not really sure what's going on. It's usually my left ear, too.

So which one of you has been talking shit about me?