You know what REALLY pisses me off? When shit like this get photoshop hacks hired.artist. Click each image to see it full scale.
What fucking TRASH. When I started Photoshop ten years ago, it was NEVER this bad. These are two of the very first images I made.
You're telling me that.. that.. this piece of shit artist is going to be hired instead of me? Who the fuck did he suck off to get hired? For whom did he bent over and grabbed his own ankles? To say I'm pissed would be a major understatement!
A year after my father died, to the month, my godfather died this morning. I had a feeling but I was in denial over the vibe I was getting. His condition worsened in less than a week. Last Thurs/Fri he was sleeping sitting up because he had breathing when he slept laying down.
I knew these month long feelings of dread weren't for nothing. Until further postings, I will not write ANYTHING about my life here in Albany. I won't answer emails too.
And I still can't find any non-contract/freelance graphic design work. I've done freelance shit for too long. I'm TIRED of it. I want regular GD work goddamnit
Despite the wonderfully windy day, I'm still down. I LIVE for this weather and season but.. Ehh... I gotta fight this somehow. I'm beginning to talk less and less to everyone. I'm gradually losing interest in some of the things I love.
I have to stop that before it get worse. My daily pleasant walk was tedious and boring. Normally I love them because it's just me and my thoughts and Doctor Who on my mp3 player. But today? Ah. I don't know anymore.
I finally, FINALLY found me a Fencing club in Albany! Things are looking up at long last. Supposedly they hold non-tournament meets so that's going to appeal to me greatly. I've no interest in competing for trophies or club honor. Maybe after awhile I'll get around to filling out the application sent to me from NYJedi for opening an Albany chapter.
I'm in it for me when it comes it down it. Back in St. John's I imagined myself to be Basil Rathbone's Guy of Gisbourne from Robin Hood, Douglas Fairbanks, Sr., Oliver Reed, Christopher Lee and Michael York from various 3 Musketeer movies. Hack, slash, partty, mocking but yet jovial laugh. Adventure for me boy! I used to be quite good in using the saber (sabre? I forget) but a bad temper, a penchant for being overzealous and holding grudges against the more arrogant students. Needless to say, I dealt those who bullied younger students in a way befitting of my being.
Heh.
Oh and see this? This personality test proves it.
Your result for The 2nd Edition AD&D Warrior Kit Test...
The Swashbuckler
You are a swashbuckler, quick of wit and quicker of blade. A defender of the weak and a force for justice, you nevertheless enjoy the finer things in life -- a glass of wine, a gorgeous cloak, and the company of the opposite sex.
As of late I've been watching vids like the following:
When I was younger I played a little guitar but I stopped when my parents became overbearing in their "support." I get like that sometimes when someone is TOO supportive and is too... Too... Well you know. Just TOO supportive. It's like trying to live thru someone else.
I love the way this guitar sounds. This is what would be played on long trips thru the American Southwest, Mississippi and the like.
I've been toying with the idea of getting back into learning the guitar but with a reasonator guitar specifically. There's something about the twangy sound with its melancholy that just speaks me, draws me, tucks me in at night with my favorite binky.
Something to consider I guess. Now that it's getting colder, I'm feeling more alive. The smothering blanket that is the heat is slowly being pulled back and my funk is gradually lifting. I have been looking for additional hobby. I'll look into this.
" And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints...." Ephesians 6:10-18
