heb je dat ook wel eens, dat je in LJ toegevoegd wordt door Russen? En dat je je dan af gaat vragen wat ze zo interessant vinden aan jouw LJ, omdat voor zover je kunt zien, geen van je interesses overeenkomen? Ik bedoel, het is niet alsof ik de inhoud van hun journal nou zou kunnen lezen ofzo. Als ze nou eens een comment achterlieten ofzo, maar dat gebeurd dan ook niet -_o

I ♥ today's comic :>

I tried drawing one of beckyh2112's characters. It's still very difficult for me to get perspective right; either I use too much of it, or not enough, and I still have no idea what I'm doing, really. I just plod unwards like I have a clue, and with time and patience, the sketch became something resembling kind of okay :]

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since I don't have the attention span and the space to work on my actual stuff, I toyed with this site.
Here are some of the results :)

Bas!


me!



Transformers as humans:

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my TF fancharacters as humans:

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other people's fancharacters as humans:

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in the category airport WTF:
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article1234193.ece

a fruit that causes weird taste sensations:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/28/dining/28flavor.html?_r=1&em&ex=1212379200&en=ccef0f9cc1ba2192&ei=5087%0A&oref=slogin

Meet Lisa, a new type of robot whom its inventors claim is the "perfect woman". Now advances in robotics are kind of nifty, but I doubt this is real. Regardless of whether this is real or not, it's both creepy in an uncanny-valley way, and because the phrase "perfect woman" applied to a non-sapient object sets off all kinds of warning bells.

to the creep I met on my way home yesterday, and all the guys like him:

see, when I don't know you and you start a conversation with "hey baby", and then go on to "what's your name", "where do you live", "you have a beautiful body", then you're Doing It Wrong. So very VERY wrong. See, at this point, I don't want anything to do with you, at all, EVER, and any prolonged conversation on my part is only because I haven't been able to overcome my ingrained politeness. But trust me, I'm working on that. When I say I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to talk to you, and I don't secretly mean "yes, let's have sex". Actually, you are effing creeping me out, and I want to hurt you for making me feel uncomfortable just being in a public space. And I hate it that you make me feel this way. I will not become a shoegazer for fear of idiots like you. You're the problem, not me. I am not here for your viewing pleasure. I am not here for you. It should not matter whether or not I have a boyfriend. I don't owe you anything just for acknowledging your existence.

some doodles I made in Tegaki. Here's a self portrait and here's an eeeevil Transformer (of evilness)

various art links people sent me:

a youtube film of an elephant making a painting


also impressive: a sundial type of device device that shows a different line of poetry depending on where the sun is, at that time. Here's an animation of it

and finally, some really nifty paintings by Amy Casey