The Malevolent Exploits of Hat

hatworks @ 2007-04-09T06:57:00

2007-04-09T01:32:47Z

Went to Corbett National Park. Was jolly good. Sketchbook dump coming soon, but for now-

BEGINS!

Madeleine, dealing with a wedgie after horseback riding.

So we didn't see tigers, but we saw prints. That's something.

A monkey...in a tree. Yeah.

Me and Madeleineyaylol.

Madeleine being adorable.

Take two, with my glasses and custom-made safari hat. LOLSUGARS.

My brother, luke. Flattering, no?

ALSOALSO LUke. He dyed his hair blonde recently. Holy cownazi.

TADA.

Again.

Whee!

Jackal...not a good picture though. Bummer.

Went horseback riding- it was awesome. Being in the city and all, I've never had space to gallop. Well, that changed. WHOOSH. His name is Rahnfur. LOVE.

Something is seriously wrong with this family.

Those forest fires are really getting endangered now.

Cute one of my sister, Esther.

Deer. Once again, lame picture.

Deer. Once again, lame picture.

Yeah k.

hoorah

2006-09-23T08:01:22Z

took a nice break from drawing.

it's done me good. so.

updates soon. sorry to all my lj buddies who haven't heard from me since july. :[

Hat

plot snippety 2

2006-09-20T17:21:09Z

another “Ready to go, guys?” Reaves asked, grinning at his group of friends. They laughed roguishly. Reaves sneered and made his way carefully forward. A friend helped him through the doorway, but once inside, Reaves didn’t need any aid. He knew the club like the back of his hand. He and his friends strutted along the walkway along the ceiling of the club. Reaves could feel people jostling all around him and hear the crashing of music, but missed the bright lights that used to bring the evening truly alive for him seven years before.

The gang made their way down the stairs onto the main floor, and Reaves could tell that a lot of people had stopped to turn and look at them expectantly from the quiet that spread, despite the music. He and his friends always made a big entrance at the club; they were famous for it. Then people started cheering, probably in response to Matt taking his shirt off behind Reaves.

Reaves simply walked straight to the bar once on the dance floor, preferring to wait for someone to approach him for a dance. Rob followed him to help him out. Reaves ordered ice water and leaned against the bar.

“What’s up for grabs tonight then, Rob?” he asked after a moment or two.

“There’s a real fat, ugly girl heading your way, say no when she asks.”

Sure enough, Reaves heard a women’s voice ask him for a dance, and said no promptly. He was glad for Rob’s help- shortly after the injury, seven years before, he hadn’t realized what huge messes blindness could get him into at clubs.

“Alright, I’m gonna go find me a girl now- you got a pretty girl coming straight for you. See ya.”

Reaves thanked him briefly before feeling a hand on his shoulder.

“Wanna dance?” he heard a girl’s voice ask.

Reaves spun around on his stool. The girl gasped softly.

“I-I-…I’m sorry, I didn’t know-…” she stuttered.

But before she could finish, Reaves nodded.

“Sure.”

These aren't in order ^^;

lol plot snippet

2006-09-20T16:59:18Z

aha another plot snippety to make up for some updates that are missing wheee

Seth sighed, taking the tray of drinks from Romeo.

“Remember, that’s two scotch for table four, and a whisky for table six, the gin, table one,” he reminded Seth.

She rolled her eyes. At least waitressing was better than dancing. For the most part, anyway.

Seth made her way out into the rowdy bar, full of men, and served the drinks. She smiled sweetly as she made her way to table one at the older man who had ordered the gin. He gave her a roguish grin back that made her want to throw up, but she strained her face and kept smiling. She was too distracted by the previous evening’s events to be more bothered.

She wasn’t able to get her mind of that dashing man…that man who was so debonair, sophisticated, so…

“Reaves!” She exclaimed, spotting him in the doorway suddenly. She ran up to him overjoyed.

“Not dancing tonight then?” Reaves asked wryly. Seth blushed.

“No.”

Reaves grinned; the same way the old man had earlier. But the smile looked more attractive on him. He was so suave, smooth, classy; Seth was immediately drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

“How about dinner?” he murmured softly.

Seth hadn’t noticed how close they had been to each other and backed-up abruptly.

“I can’t…my boss- he’d never let me. I’m working right now.”

“I don’t know about that-… why don’t you ask him?” Reaves pouted, “Just this once?”

At that moment, the boss stepped out of the kitchen, and shouted at her to take the night off. Seth froze for a moment, stunned.

Reaves smiled triumphantly.

“Ready to go?”

To which she of course answered yes.

Reaves led her outside, and asked her where she wanted to go. She replied by saying that she didn’t really know. But he really didn’t know either, being a newcomer to Bettrung. So they just went back inside and ordered food at the bar.

By the end of the evening, Seth had no doubt that she had never been more attracted to anyone in her entire life. Reaves was polite, charming, and so smooth that Seth felt like she had been in a trance the entire evening. She looked at him, happiness welling up inside her. How had she managed to find him? He was perfect- and he didn’t belong to someone else. Seth intended to keep it that way.

“Hey, Seth? Are you ok?” Reaves asked, suddenly breaking into her thoughts. Seth looked up, embarrassed, and nodded hurriedly. Blushing furiously, she took a sip of her drink and avoided eye contact. When their eyes met again, Reaves was shaking his head and smiling.

“Ms. Victoria, you are without a doubt, one of the oddest people I have ever met,” he exclaimed.

Seth didn’t know how to react for a moment, taken aback. But then Reaves laughed, and she laughed too. Then there was a moment’s silence. They could both feel the evening was wearing itself out, but neither wanted to leave.

Finally, Reaves piped up.

“Well, this was just great. The food was great. This bar was great,” he said, and with a meaningful look in his eyes, “You were great.”

Seth didn’t think she had blushed so much in one evening for a long time.

“So, I guess you’ll be here again tomorrow night then?” he asked.

“Well of course I will- if you’ll be here, that is,” Seth murmured bashfully.

Seth didn’t really feel like telling him that her home was the inn, and that she never did actually leave. Reaves asked, “Well, I thought maybe tomorrow night we could actually go out. You know…”

“A date?” Seth asked, a little too quickly.

“Sure, whatever you’d like to call it. I mean, if you want to…”

“No, no, of course I would. I’d love to!”

Seth could tell Reaves was greatly amused by her excitement. He told her he’d come by at eight the next evening, and said that by then he’d have found something to do, and then he left. Seth returned to the regular chores and duties, grinning to herself madly.

all of this

2006-09-01T10:37:46Z

ha. I put 0 for almost all

[] i have walked into a glass/screen door.

[ ] i have tripped on my shoelace and fallen on my face.

[0] i have choked on my own spit.

[ ] ive seen the Matrix a bunch of times and still don't get it.

[0] i type only with my pointer fingers.

[0] i have accidently caught something on fire.

[ ] ive told a cop to freck off and gotten screwed for it.

[0] i attempted to sip out of a straw but it accidently went into my nose, rather than my mouth.

[0] sometimes when i think of something funny, i laugh out loud and people look at me weird.

[0] ive caught myself drooling.

[0] ive accidently caused an explosion.

[0] if someone says the word "fart", i cant help but laugh.

[ ] ive turned into a "do not enter" one way road plenty of times.

[0] sometimes i just stop thinking & zone out.

[] it is POSSIBLE to lick your elbow.

[ ] i just tried to lick my elbow.

[0] people often shake their heads and walk away from me.

[0] people often tell me to use my "inside voice".

[0] gum has fallen out of my mouth while talking.

[0] ive used my fingers to do simple math. (like, today)

[0] ive jumped on/off a moving vehicle.

[ ] i ate a bug for $5 or less.

[ ] im taking this test when i should be doing something more important

[ ] i repost chain letters because im scared of what they threaten will happen if i dont.

[ ] iv done sum thing really stupid wile i was drunk.

[ ]ive ran around naked when i was drunk.

[ ]ive ran into a golfcart tire when i was drunk

[0] ive searched all over the place for something, and then realized it was in my hand the whole time.

[ ] i accidently break a lot of things.

[ ] my friends know not to use big words around me.

[0] my friends like me because im fun to laugh at.

[0]i move my head to the side when im confused.

[0] sometimes i start telling a story and suddenly forget what im talking about.

[0] ive fallen out of my chair before.

[0] when im laying in bed, i sometimes stare at the ceiling and try to find pictures and words in the texture.

aha first update in forever

2006-09-01T10:11:58Z

almost a month, what with school and broken computers, so here's a massive

*pants*

first batch. now to get school to doodles...

and school installation mwah. will try and get pictures soon. it involves millions of yellow telephones.

many apologies to those of you with lj accounts. I haven't commented in forever- 'smy fault. will get back into the habit.

Hat

Drawings

2006-07-24T15:10:03Z

YO.

srry, other sketches WIPs in PS

lotsa art

2006-07-12T06:31:46Z

Avalanche of drawings/wave of babies:

Centaur Thumbnails

Random creatures

Curly dragon

Angwy dragon.

More random creatures

Dragon fetus

Gallopboing

?

Gots a gun

Reaveses

When Reaves freezes himself in tortoise lake. A suicidal attempt at a coma or something.

After a very interesting conversation about mimes and flamenco and jeremy loney. lollers.

Swords

Seth and Reaves sword (left to right), FFX style

Twisty

*gasps*

*pants*

WOAH. PS> visit www.missionindia2006.org for info on the trip i just went on and fun videos ^^

hat

:) I am insane.

2006-06-18T18:18:54Z

LALALALA> I am working on a piece that may take me up to 25 hrs. WOO. actually, 2 of these pieces. STIPPLING, both of them. Ah. to get my mind off of them, did a lot of speed sketches. Which won't make their way up here. for a while. LAZY

In other news, Hat's going down to Chennai on Tuesday for 2 weeks for some Tsunami Relief work again. WOO! and this time, my brother's coming with. HAHAHAHHAHTORTURE.

<3

Hat

priceless.

2006-06-16T10:44:36Z

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/49442

lollers.

AHAHAHHAA

2006-06-14T21:02:59Z

A lot of images. yo.

lol

random costume?

madeleine doodled the bottom part of this. d'awww.

works with meredith

wing size relation and stuffs

boing. super speed sketches, with the middle one slightly elaborated (30 second sketches, middle= about 5 mins)

AH part of a still life

DIE

<3

Old thing from my RWB that was kind of fun.

Ah forgot about this. doodled in my RWB. let's just say I'm sick of people telling me what is and isn't physically possible.

RAWR. unfinished

Hat

lol

2006-06-02T00:24:33Z

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499519/

AAAAAAHHHH

2006-06-01T23:08:45Z

People can be so cruel. so so cruel.

In other news, chicken butt. But seriously. X-men 3 was teh

AHAOMG. Lovely movie. Mystique totally rocked, and by the way, loved The phoenix' hair. SO COOL. Indeed. Looks kinda like Solace's, only not curly.

Furball was teh lameness personified (or is that 'beastified'). Ok, I'm going to try and string coherent sentences now.

The movie was gorgeous and popping with many lovely, lovely talented people. But we could have replaced the entire thing with about 100 people going on stage and saying 'Look what I can do!' and then showing off their abilities. I mean come on. But still, it was worth seeing for all the awesome, inspirational mutants. Angel was beautiful, but everyone (including me) is complaining that he was not 'in the movie enough'. I also personally think that they did a shoddy job on his once gorgeous wings from the comics. But maybe that's just me. I also am inclined to think that it was stupid (just like with Animatrix, only not AS bad) to make the in-between material (X-men 2.5) be included in a video-game. And in a country where about 0.0001 percent of the population might have a game console (and hey, we're a good 1/6 of the world's entire population), that wasn't a bright thing to do. Release an international version I say! Anyway, on a personal note, my baby Kurt wasn't there...I resorted to being a Jean Gray fan because they didn't tell me what happened to him. NOO1.

I was thoroughly overjoyed when Mystique got 'cured' though. Not 'cause I hate her, but you know, when favourite character's lose their 'thing' that makes them them, it just makes for awesomeness. I mean, how heart-breaking to have to change to a normal lifestyle because of a disability. Major lifestlye and character shifts are the bomb. AHHH. No more crime, no more adventure, no more anything that you've ever enjoyed...and all taken away in a second because you tried to save someone else. AHH. My favourite character conflict resolution ever. Up with betrayal and heartlessness, I say!

If there is one thing I appreciate about the X-men series, it's the directors' understanding of complicated, sensitive human issues etc. and their sense of non-sentimental, but very emotional drama (in a sort of cinematic, unsensitive way, but still). In other words HOMG that was awesome. I love the weird undercurrents and implications of the Mystique/Magneto thing...that suddenly reminded me hugely of Helga/Rourke stuff. AHH, and he left her for dead in the middle of nowhere, even though it was horribly painful for him to do so. She looked so...(well, nekkid, but that's not the word I'm looking for)...ah. I don't know...dejected? that scene was great anyhoo, but he'll be back. Doy. And maybe if Magneto's still got his powers, she might too..? *hopeful*

Ha.

*Mystique sits down at chess-table*
Magneto: *not looking up* SO, you still have powers too then?
Mystique: Ah. A little.
Magneto: *looks up* Good God!
Mystique: *noseshrinknosegrownosetwist*

ha. Ha. Ha. So funny. Anyway.

And Magneto's lack of tolerance for the human race kinda came back and kicked him in the butt, you know? I hope he goes and finds Mystique and does some seriously apologizing *grumbles*. Nemeses? Well mebbe, but they worked better together. There's something very awesome about a creepy, kickbutt, evil woman in second command. I have to say, I love how they left the end open. Frustrating, and obviously a little cheap, but what the hey. They have to make their money too I guess.

Another thing I love about X-men is that some shots are blatantly just pulled from a comic book and recreated...like the scene at the end with the Wolverine/Jean Gray conflict. The fiery, hellish bridge that Wolverine has to struggle up on a diagonal angle to face his highest, inmost fears and emotions? Too much. I guess the real Jean never really did come back, so it was somewhat possible for Wolverine to kill her (oops spoiler) since he had already faced her death, but all the same wahhhhhh. How hard, to think someone you love is alive after thinking they were dead, and then actually, you've gotten all hyped up for nothing *. Stupid Jean. You made Hugh Jackman face his emotions and fears and you sacrificed yourself??? for what? another class-five mutant coming back (I didn't say anything O___O *shifty eyes*). Another villain. AH. you should have stuck around and vaporized more buildings. and maybe Halle...she's moving in on Wolverine....AHHHHH NO WORST PAIRING EVER.

Rogue. Ah. Who cares, I wouldn't want to be a leech- wouldn't do much good in actual battle. But then again, the cure didn't work properly. So who knows.

Ah. I ramble. All-in-all, a hawtness movie for which I mainy like the visual effects and character devolpment/backstories (hey hey, just like Atlantis)

*= HOMG. fanfiction plot that I have already written for Helga/Chris matches here too!- Neither are dead, Chris turns up after Atlantis expedition thinking she's alive but has missed her by two weeks. AHHHPAIN.

srry.

hat

AH.

2006-05-15T10:24:13Z

Flig.

On a further note, some stuff underway (as usual) but busy because this week happens to be ...THELASTWEEKOFSCHOOLOMG.

Ok. Anyway, should be doing h/w. BYEEEEE!

Hat

ayframgfmfraaas,yf

2006-05-09T16:24:12Z

I need draw. now. but noooo. history exam tomorrow. POOOOOOOP.

I've fished for some junk straight out of my RWB, but otherwise, very little done >:[

I have never been so busy in my entire life.

d'awwwwwwwww- Reaves finalized

yeah. for my bestiary

ditto

Please note before reading- first draft, and therefore basic, jagged and rough plotline/event sequence durr...

Reaves made his way through the streets of Bettrung, disoriented and confused, but grateful for the umbrella and coat the old man had given him. The rain was pouring down in torrents, threatening to practically pin him to the ground. The buildings around him looked like a great mass of walls, rather than residencies, and the city itself was cold and unfriendly, as though it were turning its great stony back on him. He had been walking at least for an hour, and he was becoming more and more frustrated as the city seemed to become more and more aloof. Wasn’t there an inn anywhere in this stupid city?

He had to walk another twenty minutes before a warm orange light finally decided to meet him as he turned another corner. Above the glowing doorway, a sign swung, barely visible in the rain: “The Hound and the Hare”. It would have to do.

Reaves stepped gratefully into the dry comfort of the doorway, and pulled off his coat and folded his umbrella, shaking his shaggy hair like a dog. The familiar sound of babbling, cheering and laughing wafted towards him from the open door that led presumably into the bar. He made his way forward and entered, weaving his way through the crowded tables that were absolutely covered with crawling, massive, hairy men. He made his way to the bar itself, and swung himself onto a stool and ordered a drink.

Moments later, Reaves was sipping at his glass of whisky gratefully, still shivering slightly from the rain. He turned to survey the room, trying to find a sucker to pay for his drink. To his dismay, he could see nobody but pot-bellied, gigantic, belching men. The man at the bar next to him looked up at him from a glass of gin blearily, and then plonked his head back onto the counter, grumbling. Reaves edged away from him slightly, his nose wrinkling at the smell, but nearly fell off his stool in surprise as deafening music suddenly started blasting from multiple speakers around the room. Everyone burst into loud cheers and whooping.

Reaves narrowed his eyes. What on earth was going on?

He turned back to the bar, and came face to face with a pair of black high-heels, and inevitably attached to them, a pair of legs. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at a slender woman standing on the bar. She smirked at him provokingly, and turned and continued down the counter. Reaves watched her with a widening grin as she danced to the music amidst the wild approval of everyone else. She was good, no doubt about it.
Within a few moments though, he could see something was wrong: something about her just didn’t quite fit up on that counter and in that sleazy dress. Reaves couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but for some reason she didn’t seem right. Perhaps it was because her pretty face looked empty and haunted. Perhaps it was her false smile, her dulled eyes or just her slight stiffness that made her look out-of-place on that counter, but whatever it was, Reaves also felt a slight pang of guilt as he watched her. He felt as though he were the one forcing her to dance up there.

A few minutes later, he couldn’t bear to watch anymore. He was about to get up and leave the room when the music finally stopped. He stayed seated as the woman gave an apologetic smile to the dismayed customers, and then hopped off the bar lightly. She disappeared through a door that led into a back room somewhere.

“Ugh God, that was gross,” the dancer grumbled as she entered the dressing room, “I have never seen so much chest hair in one night. It had better not rain again tomorrow evening.”

Another woman was sitting on a stool, grinning. She was shorter, fatter, and much less attractive, but similarly garbed as the first.

“You’re telling me. They’re particularly bad tonight,” she giggled, “But think of the paycheck.”

“That’s all that keeps me going, Marjorie,” the first dancer sighed, struggling to get out of the scanty dress, “Can you give me a hand?”

They both wrestled with the zipper for a minute before it finally came loose.

“Thanks,” she murmured, “You know Marjorie, come to think of it, there was this one really cute guy sitting right at the bar. For once. Do you think I should talk to him?”

Marjorie laughed, “Ha! You don’t have a chance… especially not if I get to him first! I’ll go have a look at him now- I have to talk to the boss anyway.” The plump lady edged off of the stool and wobbled out of the room, leaving the other dancer alone.

The remaining dancer pulled on her shirt hurriedly, eager to get paid and go too. She lifted one foot to untie her complicated shoes, and hopped around madly as she tried to undo a knot with one hand.

“Blasted-…High-…heels-…” she panted, “If I ever-…meet-…whoever patented these, I’ll-…”

Reaves chose that moment to walk into the room. The dancer gave a little shriek of surprise and fell right over.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” Reaves laughed, rushing forward to the entangled heap of a dancer on the floor, “Here, let me help you out…”

He untied both of her shoes, still laughing.

“Oh shut up,” the dancer snapped, blushing.

Reaves shook his head apologetically.

“Just messing with ya,” he grinned, “What’s your name?”

“It’s Seth,” she said, obviously irritated, “Seth Victoria.”

Seth pulled on her real shoes crossly, and stood up. Reaves did so too, not failing to notice how much more comfortable she looked now. She was still unbelievably beautiful though.

“Ughh…” Reaves floundered as she turned to leave, looking for an excuse.

Seth turned back around and cocked her head.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Reaves asked hurriedly.

She smiled unexpectedly.

“That’s sweet, but I really have to go…”

“Just one drink. Promise,” Reaves prodded.

Seth pretended to consider it for a moment, and then gave in.

“Fine,” she said rolling her eyes, unable to suppress her widening grin. Take that Marjorie.

Reaves started heading back to the bar, but Seth stopped him.

“Wait- it’ll be a madhouse if they see me in there again. We can go to the kitchen and grab a drink,” Seth warned, and pulled Reaves towards the other door out of the dressing room.

She led him through a short series of hallways and to a very domestic looking kitchen. Reaves noticed a fat short woman on his left as he entered, Seth just behind him.

Seth made eye contact with Marjorie excitedly, gesturing to Reaves from behind his back. Marjorie raised her eyebrows and gave her thumbs up as she checked Reaves out. Seth found herself giddy with glee.

“Hey, Mortimer,” she called to the cook over the sound of the hissing steam produced by the pots on the stove, “How about some beer over here?”

The cook turned, reached into a cupboard to his left and pulled out a bottle of beer. He pulled a bottle opener out of his apron and opened the beer as he turned around. The cook glanced up at Seth, and then at Reaves in surprise.

“Two please,” Seth half-yelled over the noise, flashing a grin.

The cook retrieved another beer with a sneer before returning to his cooking.

Seth gestured to Reaves to go outside, and he followed her out and through a passageway that led to some stairs. She sat down with a flump on the bottom stair. He did the same.

“So, you’re obviously not from around here,” Seth stated matter-of-factly, “Where are you from then?”

Reaves was taken aback by her frank attitude and lack of reserve. But she was highly intuitive.

“Actually now that you mention it…” Reaves murmured, taking a swig from his bottle, “I’m not quite sure myself.”

“Mr. Mysterious eh?” Seth laughed, “I’m not into that. Me, I’m from here myself. I’ve been working here for five or six years, and before that, my father was the owner of this place. I grew up in this inn, and I’ve never even left Bettrung.”

“Must be quite the city of opportunity then,” Reaves avowed, nodding his head.

Seth blushed.

“Well, for a girl like me anyway. You won’t find a lot of other women in Bettrung- It’s a business city,” she explained, “Most women in their right mind steer clear of this place, unless they’re willing to take a job like mine.”

Seth noticed the expression on Reaves’ face, and added, “It pays better than most other jobs, ok?”

Reaves shook his head, “No, I was just curious. I mean, haven’t you ever wanted to leave this city, see the rest of the world?”

“Oh absolutely. But I’ve got nowhere else to go. What choice do I have? The most moving I’ve done is out of this inn and into my own apartment,” Seth sighed dejectedly, “You should probably know: I’m widowed already. So I’m tied down in Bettrung.”

Reaves started to say something in sympathy, but she brushed off the gesture hurriedly.

“Ah, he was a right idiot anyway,” she jabbed.

They carried on talking for an hour, and their beers were long-finished, and the bar quite empty, by the time Seth finally got up.

“Listen, it’s getting really late…” Seth said, sounding genuinely gloomy, “I… have to get home. But this was really nice. It was good to meet someone who actually just wanted to talk to me.”

Reaves got up with a smile.

“Yeah, this was great. It’s good for me to have someone to talk to; I don’t know anybody in this city…” Reaves said, his head bobbing.

“Well, stay here tonight, there isn’t another inn for at least a mile around,” Seth directed him knowingly, “And tomorrow…well, who knows.”

“Maybe we can do this again sometime,” he called after her as she made her way to the front door.

“Definitely,” she chuckled, pulling down her coat from the coat rack. There was a moment of awkward silence as they looked at each other from either ends of the hallway.

“Well… bye then…” he said with a slight jerk of his head.

Seth pulled on her coat and nodded and left.

“Buh-bye,” Seth called over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.

Reaves sat down on the stairs again, considerably pleased with himself. He would definitely be coming back tomorrow night.

After a few more minutes, he got up, leaving his beer bottle on the end of the banister, and went up to bed.

Aherm

2006-05-04T13:18:15Z

AMAGNAJGAG. No internet for two weeks, sorry everyone. Now that I'm back, it seems I've been launched straight into exam time. Woohoo.

so quite busy for a while, probably not much art. But I'll be finished with school on the 19th.

hat

hatworks @ 2006-04-20T22:31:00

2006-04-20T16:58:07Z

Yo. Rockesstra's lineart Coloured.

:)

Hat

artses

2006-04-19T16:53:59Z

Hoorah.

Lalala. Saint with a gun. you know.

Boing gray markers from Singapore.

Whoosh. crosshatching/

Ladder of inference- TOK doodle

I WANT that hat

Hat

PS> plexiglass, wire and glue coming right up

_{next week}

LALALALALA.

2006-04-19T14:24:30Z

Wiped deviantARt gallery. Just because I'm in one of those moods. Yo.

<3

not leaving, don't worry and all. Just felt like it. Nothing big. New work coming right up.

and potatoshop is working, as well as internet! OH HAPPY DAYS!

Hat

PS>I'm stupid. i live in India, and have not included even one photo anywhere on the internet of this great country. WEll, since I live in such an interesting place (lolrofldie), I'll be putting up some photos of the areas around my house and whatnot.

i think it may be quite enlightening for some people- to see a non-media blemished, honest view of Delhi. I'll do this to the best of my abilities.

But yah. India inspires a lot of my art.

Oh and new discovery. PLEXIGLASS is the greatest art medium ever. OH my God.

It's b-e-a-u-tiful. You can crack it, snap it, glue it together in shards in the style of Goldsworthy, and even make my art project. RULAGE.

AUGH

2006-04-18T05:32:13Z

Srry. Computer being crazy, writing this from school. No internets. NO PHOTOSHOP. NO VIDEO GAMES.

HATE. No art up because of this. GAAHHHHHH.

Ok bye.

Hat

LALALTAGGED

2006-04-10T14:36:46Z

TAGGIFIED By Rockesstra. D'oh.

6 weird habits/petpeeves/oddities/joys...

1. Pet peeve- Wooly jumpers being squeaked between teeth. AARRRGH.
2. Habit- Manic Nailbiting. Yesh.
3. Joy- Looking at great artwork
4. Weirdity- Art-o-mat lover. http://www.artomat.org/
5. Messy...Tuna on a STICK!
6. GUMBALL AVALANCHE

YYEEES.

Je suis le sick

2006-04-09T16:08:26Z

WAh. Asthma went crazy this weekend when i went to Hodal. Seriously. And I don't even really have asthma- I'm just developing it.

AGLAJKGKstupid delhi polution.

And that's all i have to say about that.

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LALALA

2006-04-04T01:36:17Z

OMg.

GAD. THIS is getting out of control. I have to clean up my watch list- I can't go 5 minutes without getting messages (and I don't mean M Messages, i Mean D's and J's and P's. And then I end up commenting on almost none of it as I'm just trying to get it all to go away. >:[

GAH. Red and White day. Spend the day acting like an idiot for the school. fun.

Ok. I give in.

2006-04-02T03:01:37Z

So I vowed never to make a Graphic Novel or webcomic a long time ago. I thought it was too cliche. But somehow, i want an ongoing project that i can fiddle with if I don't have anything to do. or just to fiddle with.

Heh. And I never get round to writing out entire stories anyway. At least with a GN I'll be able to actually start to create some kind of 'developed' plot that includes my new characters. I can almost guarantee a story/full plot will never be written despite the lovely, coherent notes in my RWB. Here's a selection of some of the better/more coherent pages:

PS> THERE IS A PRIZE FOR ANYONE WHO CAN COMPREHEND WHAT ON EARTH I WAS SAYING.

Aha.

So yeah. Smackjeeves.com, here i come.

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:B

2006-04-02T00:40:54Z

create your own visited countries map

This next one's a very sorry looking little chart:

create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.

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