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                <title>[P155`/] (P*ssy)</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 08:01:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ That's an 'i' folks. I don't mean 'kitty-kat' up there. so stfu. <br /><br />I'm not in a good mood. I decided rather sweetly to myself that this morning would be great. After waking up to combination cell phone alarm/cartoon network, I figured I would skip breakfast and instead find my solution to wanting to <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.nela.in/how-to-scrobble-to-lastfm-and-twitter-at-the-same-time-post-your-music-to-lastfm-and-also-to-twitter/">scrobble and tweet about it automatically</a>. Feeling accomplished, I threw my lunch in my bag, jacket on, fingerless gloves check, and helmet good-to-go, started up my scooter aand.. FAIL. <br /><br />The damn thing won't start. <br /><br />Stubborn, concerned about being late, frustrated, nervous, angry, and other feelings reminiscent of youth revolt, I continued to rev the engine, check my taillight, check the wire leading from my gas to the scooter, check the taillight again, run with it as fast as I can down the driveway, walk it through doughnuts in the street, roll it some more, and try it again. No avail. repeat. My right wrist is sore and my hand won't stop shaking. <br /><br />An hour ago, I came in the door cussing. I've opened up the battery compartment, reattached the three wires to where they belonged in complete harmony and perfection. Four times.<br /><br />I really was looking forward to coming in and cleaning screens today. Cleaning screens is part exercise, part zen. It's therapy. it's what I look forward to the most at work. screen cleaning, taping, un-taping, blocking, catching, pulling. in that order. oh well. guess I have a catch-up-on-things day. got a few calls to make, applications to fill out online, apartment to clean, and a scooter to fix. <br /><br />Skeez out.<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[(/\/\`/|&lt; P|-|0|\|35 8|20] (CMYK Phones Bro)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 16:24:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lbsH6OF9jFk/Sl4gCJmEzMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YHglCGY_ly8/s320/skullcandy+cmyk.jpg"><br /><br />Dear Divine Being of Money, I want these headphones. kthnx.<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div></img> ]]></description>
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                <title>[53|23i35] (series)</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 09:23:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ thinking of starting and continuing a series based on <a href="http://fav.me/d194ivi">[link]</a> . what should I do next in this style? give a shout out plzkthnx<br /><br /><span class="shadow-holder"><span class="shadow" ><a href="http://DryBones90.deviantart.com/art/white-hand-type-75793806"><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs22/150/f/2008/027/6/5/white_hand_type_by_DryBones90.jpg" width="116" height="150" /></a></span></span><br /><br />P.S. art/design dump to my gallery soon. so many projects I've neglected to upload..<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[4(7i\/i7`/] (activity)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 02:14:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay. I'm going to force myself to do this. Here we go.<br /><br /><br />this is my brainstorming and idea list that I developed while looking at <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.mollygordon.com/resources/marketingresources/artstatemt/">this guide to writing an artist statment</a>.<br /><br /><br />--<br />` juicy, quality design, stirring color palette, twisted & gothy, technology-driven, utilizing potential of canvas, thematic, <br /><br />` I like texture and type<br /><br />` photomanipulation is my strong suit<br /><br />` I am confident with using simple but appropriete shapes and letterheads for logos<br /><br />` I love me some custom fonts, but would love to make my own even more<br /><br />` my lifestyle in relation to computers, video games, and music is pretty well reflected in my designs, I think<br /><br />` favorite tool: photoshop. my tablet pen. my sketchbook. my noodle. these tools make up my design life & without them I get very little done. <br /><br />` favorite material: various papers and inks. quality paper and a good print job reflects taste, talent, and craftsmanship. <br /><br />` what I like best about what I do: the creativity part of course! from the sketchbook to the print job, I want the design to be cool, creative, fun, and a little trendy.<br /><br />` what I mean when I say that a piece has turned out really well: when I have gained more experience and wisdom than my previous best piece, and that is shown in the current one. a piece that turns out well can be as simple as getting back on the right track after accidentally taking two steps back from a previous attempt.<br /><br />` patterns that emerge in my work: texture, type, and simple color palettes, are my strongest pattern. I also tend to lean toward styles that incorporate using simplistic techniques & styles as well as getting a little grungy with my fonts, brushes, and images.<br /><br />` what I do differently from the way I was taught: sometimes I goof around in my program (photoshop, illustrator, what have you) before I even start on thumbs. I'll also sometimes narrow my artistic vision when it comes to something widely brandable like logos. sometimes the first ideas that pop into my head for that one can be just fine-tuned & made better, while brainstorming will just lead to awkward, complicated and misrepresented design.<br /><br />` favorite color to use in my designs: lime green. depending on what element uses this color, it usually can be incorperated into editorial, web, and logo design. plus, I've always had an artistic fetish of sorts for greens.<br /><br />--<br /><br />to be continued? . . .<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[53P4|2473|)] (separated)</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 06:03:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In a dream I had, there was a fuzzy TV screen. It was slowly revealing a picture, but I was too impatient to wait for the reception to clear up. Walking downstairs, I turn a corner looking in a mirror. I am without any features, a pale flesh-colored and perfectly flat face staring back without eyes. This doesn't scare me. I expected it somehow. Downstairs, a whole family of faceless people are in their nightly routine: Faceless Mom sewing, Faceless Dad with a blank bundle of newspaper, and Faceless Daughter listening to a CD player, volume up, and I can hear white noise coming through the earbuds hanging from her long, thin neck. <br /><br />Someone is missing. <br /><br />Running outside I call her name, but I only hear it inside my head. A gurgled, muffled noise only escapes my throat, but there is no tongue or lips to express the sound correctly. <br /><br />Snapping out of first-person perspective and into a third-person viewpoint fixed on the TV screen upstairs the reception has cleared. My mother's ghost flickers onto the screen.<br /><br /><br />That's when I woke.<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[5i(|&lt;] (sick)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 22:48:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, now that I have access to my computer (and with that, my programs, school art projects, <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://fallout.bethsoft.com/eng/home/home.php?fbid=XixsViWbRcr">Fallout 3</a>, and <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.elderscrolls.com/games/oblivion_overview.htm">Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion</a> [<img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> Bethesda Softworks]), things are feeling a bit up for me. I've gotten a job, which makes less drawing, designing, and gaming time but that's life for you.<br /><br />With access to more than my portable drive though, I can finally submit a project or two of mine and start on some new ones. Being currently sick, this may be a while longer, but hopefully my writing this will force me to deliver on it and actually start designing and drawing again. I really need to before school starts - my art skills are getting quite rusty.<br /><br />--<br /><br />As far as some personal notes to myself:<br /><br />need to:<br /><br />~ practice line quality with technical pens<br /><br />~ make illustrations indirectly from a model<br /><br />~ create logo design ideas, including personal logo tweaking <br /><br />~ thumb alternate logo and identity packages for already existing brands and businesses<br /><br />~ brush up on my web design<br /><br />~ start some tutorials again, and expand techniques in Adobe programs<br /><br />~ make at least one sketch, every day<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[|)3\/i47i0|\| |\|0735] (Deviation Notes)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:01:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div align="center"><br /><span class="shadow-holder"><span class="shadow" ><a href="http://electricnet.deviantart.com/art/Deviation-Notes-125253884"><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs48/150/f/2009/159/e/e/eeb8f5a0e3f5aa716c1e518a7c76c040.jpg" width="107" height="150" /></a></span></span> by <a href="http://electricnet.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/l/electricnet.gif?2" alt=":iconelectricnet:" title="electricnet"/></a><br /></div><br /><br />Check it out and comment <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />Looks really cool, may try it out in a bit.<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[|=i113|2] (Filler)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 18:58:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> `<a class="u" href="http://thespook.deviantart.com/">thespook</a> and his skins.<br /><br />Go <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/letters/+devwatch.gif" width="30" height="16" alt=":+devwatch:" title="Added to my devWatch!" /> him right nao<br /><br />--<br /><br />updates are now delivered to this page via my Twitter account ^<br /><br />shweet.<br /><br /><div class="example-footer"><div class="footjunk"><div class="photo_"><i></i></div><br /><div class="footer_"></div><br /><div class="tab_"><br /><br /><sup><br /><img src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/r/drybones90.png"><br />all opinions, comments, and otherwise notable commentary does not reflect on deviantART and it's employees.<br /></img><br /></sup><br /><br /><div class="credits"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://bit.ly/17rx8C">stock images used</a></div><br /><br /></div></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[ |-|00814|-| ] (Hooblah)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 17:27:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yuck. eww. other manners of expressing disgust.<br />Hinds Community College is <b>not</b> devART friendly. Almost officially. After months and months of pushing my way through the system, it is near the end of the semester annnd... nothing's happened.<br /><br />I blame girl's bewbies. After all, if it weren't for those chest-pillows (or rather the sight of them naked) one would actually have access to his $30 sub'd deviantART page as well as... I dunno... the <b>job offers</b> that were presented through the note system.<br /><br />HKFSUAHGUUFSHGLUUSADFHKUG<br /><br />--<br /><br />A lot has happened. Two sketchbooks have filled up, I've presented an illustration and design portfolio in front of four judges (two of which were channeling Simon, I'm sure), annnnd I've proposed to the last woman on the earth that could live with me without going insane (driving me sane in the process. Can't have any of that hooblah).<br /><br /><ul><br /><li>A new president has been elected.</li><br /><li>Kanye West is a <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYjdu1TysA8">gay fish</a></li><br /><li>J.J. Abrahms is making a Star Trek movie that I may actually like</li><br /><li><b>Watchmen is a movie</b></li><br /><li>Fallout 3 was released and it is now my most played game</li><br /><li>I have moved out of my parents place</li><br /></ul><br /><br />So much more has happened, and I want to list it all. But I really just created that unordered list for no real useful reason. Perhaps the web design instructor has hypnotized me into making random tags and markups.<br /><br />Who knows.<br /><br />I've been in this Starbucks for 6 hours. Beats campus though, by a long shot. Being an RA for two semesters has made me appreciate being out of my dorm. I'm often told by the Hinds Connection guys to give some poor guy a tour of my hall. Usually I dump this off on another RA as<br /><br />a) my room is messy and<br /><br />b) tired of Hinds' cheaply-made prison issued bed frames, I successfully flipped my mattress on the floor underneath the frame and snaked some halloween lights through the springs.<br /><br />Let that be a lesson to ya Hinds: never ask a graphic artist student to have a model RA room. Especially if he lives with a music major.<br /><br />I have a headache.<br /><br /><br /><b></b><sub><sub>[digging deeper just to throw it away]</sub></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>[5h3 54id y35] (she said yes)</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:51:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's true. I'm the happiest man in the world.<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ×¨×× <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br /><br />--<br /><sub><sub><sub>still locked out of deviantART from campus. will answer all notes when I can</sub></sub></sub><br /><br /><br /><b></b><sub><sub>[Nothing ever ends]</sub></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>[347 7|-|i5] (eat this)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:06:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Monotony is the Mind-killer"<br /><blockquote>Mason, Dead Like Me</blockquote><br /><br />--<br />Hmm, It appears that beneath the calming, spirited, freedom of Hinds Community College a tyrant emerges. A cold, uncaring monster, feeding passionately on the sacrifices of many in his (or her) quest to cleanse the interwebs, deviantART is not only <em>still</em> blocked, but students are forbidden from receiving comcast service and vice-versa.<br /><br />I am in lockdown, and this page is out of my reach so long as I am on campus. Unless I give myself up to the Baptist Student Union (Something I will not allow myself to do), I have no choice but to wait. <br /><br />All I have to keep me company is Call of Duty 4, Team Fortress 2, and F.E.A.R. I am appreciative of that much. However, I have quit WoW, as the block interrupts the connection to the server.<br /><br />--<br />Picked up <em>Brisingr</em> and I am almost finished with it. I'm glad Paolini is making a 4th book for his conclusion. Considering all that is going on, it makes more than enough sense in the storyline. <br />If I had to give any review, it'd be the same as the previous two books: plot flows evenly, and the characters, while in a fantasy world, do not have their heads in the clouds or act irrationally. In fact, it is safe to say that all the characters have a good degree of common sense and make wise decisions, making situations very entertaining. Heroism isn't nearly as much cliche as it is necessary to the plot. <br /><br />--<br /><br />Just a small update,<br />-Andrew<br /><br /><br />P.S.<br />Here, have a <a href="http://img142.imageshack.us/my.php?image=collab01001alignedbrightw2.jpg">collab</a> by ~<a class="u" href="http://captainhowdy.deviantart.com/">captainhowdy</a> and I, that I just completed earlier this month.<br /><br />yarp.<br /><br /><br /><b></b><sub><sub>[Muss es sein?]</sub></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>[5] (S)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 08:43:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a recent email sent to my department head and fellow classmate:<br /><br /><br /><br /><sub><blockquote><br />To whatever class gets this email:<br /><br /><br />Greetings from New York!<br /><br />I'm sending this email via hijacked wifi through my hotel down the street from Times Square. Yup, Times Square, the central hub of advertising in possibly all these United States. Pretty sweet huh? I know, I know... "pics or it didn't happen"... well, I got pics but I can't upload them on this particular laptop, so I'll do a little show-n-tell when I get back.<br /><br />New York, in an advertising/marketing/graphic design sense, is simply amazing. It's almost overwhelming: local ads, big corp ads, strategically-placed ads, and some of the most creative and inventive ads I've seen outside of a textbook.<br /><br />Oh yeah, I'm geeking out.<br /><br />Times Square is a two-part experience - daytime experience and nighttime experience. During the day, all of the ads are quite clear, but at night, the backlit giant LCD screens, billboards, and other arrangements of flashing lights give the impression that there is some daylight coming through the window of the Jamba Juice we stopped in last night. I mean really, without being able to look up at the perfectly black sky, it looked like 5:00am outside, when the actual time was something like 9:30pm.<br /><br />Times Square isn't all I experienced when it comes to ads. From the airport sporting attractions in New York, the subway stations adorned with ads for clothing stores and upcoming TV shows, Spanish ads on the sides of buses and Broadway signs on top of taxis, to Mitsuwa in New Jersey (the all-Japanese market) with its own hiragana/katakana/kanji-written ads (instead of the English/Roman type we are used to.Ads are everywhere. In a couple of spots, local ads by small business owners were slapped onto glass doors and graffiti-ridden walls.<br /><br />Most stores are easy to notice by giant signs or clearly-recognizable characters/logos. However, only one store eluded my advertising and graphic design interests - the Nintendo World store. This so-called headquarters for all things Nintendo had no distinguishable features at the street side to even suggest what it was. No signs, ads, or indications of a bursting activity for Nintendo gamers and fans were there (not even Nintendo's latest palette of bright white and blue as seen in their ads after the Nintendo Wii's release was apparent). Instead, a dimly lit, 3-5 foot long sign inside the store place at an odd angle suggested from the outside what was in there. We almost walked right past it after looking for it for around an hour or so.<br /><br />Well, I suppose this email's getting a bit long-winded. My trip included lots of things but I've got more to do like go to the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) and see an entire floor devoted to Dali as well as help my step-brother get moved into his dorm on the NYU campus. So I'll see you guys/gals in class sometime Monday or Tuesday.<br /><br />- Andrew<br /></blockquote></sub><br /><br />will try to update more later. school has blocked deviantART and I'm in the process of getting my own connection through my dorm.<br /><br /><br /><b></b><sub><sub>[Muss es sein?]</sub></sub> ]]></description>
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                <title>[&lt;3] (heart)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 20:32:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div align="center"><br /><img src="http://img79.imageshack.us/img79/923/adoodlebeforebedcopyzb3.png"><br /></img><br /><br /><br />//__<sub>_a doo</sub>d<sub>le before <b>b</b>ed//_</sub><br /><br /><b><3</b><br /><br /></div><br /><b></b>[Let me whisper something in your ear] ]]></description>
                <author>*DryBones90</author>
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                <title>[/`/`\5I |-;04|2i|`|9] (MSI hoaring)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 17:43:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>edit: preordering now available here:<a href="http://www.theomegaorder.com/s.nl/it.A/id.20692/.f?sc=13&category=84516">[link]</a><br /><br />I know it's a little geeky advertising for a band and all that fanboyishness, but c'mon.. they're awesome and $20 for a bundle of CDs is a great price anywhere on the block.</b><br />--<br />original post:<br /><br />If you aren't interested in fanboy shit or Mindless Self Indulgence, ignore this journal.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Here is a copypasta of a myspace bulletin/journal posted last night about an amazing deal being offered to North America (Canada, U.S., Mexico) only:<br /><br /><blockquote><b>"</b><sub>On July 8th, Mindless Self Indulgence will be releasing three IF remix CD singles in North America called "IT". Pre-orders begin TOMORROW (June 12th)...<br />Each single in the IT series features remixes by friends and artists we feel you should check out, as well as original artwork by Jorden Haley. In addition, each CD features a previously-unreleased demo, while two of the three also feature enhanced video content.<br /><br />While some of you have been bummed out about the band's forthcoming UK debut of "Bomb This Track" and "On It" we hope this will remind you we still love good 'ole North America, too. Just in time for the 4th of July, right? So here's what we're gonna do...<br /><br />From now until July, we are going to offer a special pre-order only bundle to North America (USA, Canada, and Mexico) only which includes all three singles as well as the International edition of IF for just $20.<br /><br />This includes free shipping if you're located in the USA...we are sick to death of the insane prices people are paying to import the international CD to the US (and the price people are getting on eBay) for them, so...consider this our way of saying "thank you" to everyone in North America.<br /><br />For those of you who can't keep up, the international version of IF features the fancy red and gold artwork as well as the bonus tracks "Uncle" and "3 S'" AS WELL AS a couple of remixes of "Never Wanted To Dance" (more info on that down at the way bottom)...when this pre-order is over, so is the ability to get this version of the album in North America. Again, this pre-order will begin on June 12th. We will announce via the MySpace, facebook, and all that jazz when the time comes...<br /><br />Please bare in mind, these singles will be available from The End individually for $6.99 a piece and will be hitting retail at that cost too -- when the pre-order is over, the bundle offer will be no more...with this special pre-order, you are getting the international edition of the record and the three new singles comprising IT for five dollars each.<br /><br />And again, this includes free shipping for those of you in the US!<br /><br />Please take note: The bundle offer is for North America ONLY.<br /><br />We are trying really hard to do something cool for the fans here, and therefore cannot take international orders for this release...if an order is seen for this package deal which has a shipping address outside of USA, Canada, or Mexico, it will be canceled. That said, if you live OUTSIDE of North America you are still more than welcome to buy the singles individually through the store at $6.99 USD each (plus international shipping).<br /><br />That said, here's the track-listings for the singles and such for you to think about 'till tomorrow:<br /><br />PAY FOR IT<br />1) Original Radio Mix<br />2) The Son Of A Clown Mix (by Shawn from Slipknot/Dirty Little Rabbits)<br />3) RMX by Ulver<br />4) Created by :Wumpscut: / Rudy R.<br /><br />5) DubStep On Your Dirty Little Face Mix by Curse Mackey<br />6) Greatest Love of All (Previously Unreleased Original Demo)<br />Video Extra: 'What Do They Know' (Live 2007 Projekt Revolution)<br /><br />(It's 3AM) ISSUES<br />01) Original Radio Mix<br />02) Dinesh Boaz of What What Where Remix<br />03) Million $ Mano Remix<br />04) Rhys Fulber Remix<br />05) Scandy Remix<br />06) Tub Ring's Disco Edison Remix by Rob Kleiner<br />07) My World (Previously Unreleased Original Demo)<br />Video Extra: '1989' (Live 2007 Projekt Revolution)<br /><br />ON IT<br />1) Original Radio Mix<br />2) KMFDM Remix<br />3) "Grinder Mix" by Hollowboy<br />4) The Tweaker Remix by Chris Vrenna<br />5) Assemblage 23 Mix<br />6) Remix by Antron 2600 of 8 Bit Suicide<br />7) Make Me Cum (Previously Unreleased Original Demo)<br /><br />While we understand some of you feel "remix singles" are a waste of your time, there are many fans out there who like the content and are turned onto like-minded musicians via their contributions on MSI singles...if this isn't for you, so be it. No harm, no foul, right? Not only is this a way we can assure those who want the international CD are able to get it (essentially for five fucking bucks), these are not to be taken "as seriously" as one would take a MSI full length. To be a truly independent band and contin... ]]></description>
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                <title>[u|`|8313\/4813] (unbelievable)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 20:33:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Where the fuck have I been lately?<br /><br />Picked up JTHM (Johnny, he's some kind of maniac I hear) Dir3ctor's Cut from Borders. A good greenish-yellow haired friend of mine shoved it under my nose in the comics section last week. I immediately threw my hands into my pockets upon reading those 4 letters, so innocently thrown together on that comic book cover. I squirmed and swam my finger throughout the most intimate parts of my pockets but to no avail - 50 cents + only $13.00 in my wallet = no Johnny The Expensive Comic Book Maniac. <br /><br />It is strange how you complain at least once about the "corporate machine" and that whole deal, but you instantly recognize how much you really depend on the economy. <br /><br />Meh, I digress... The end to this little chapter is me waiting five days in intense longing, money ready in my back pocket, hoping, nay, <em>praying</em> no one <em>picks that fucking book up</em>.<br /><br />I expected it gone when I arrived at Borders yesterday morning. It wasn't. I am temporarily happy. Fictional and/or comedic homicide always has this way of cheering me up : )<br /><br /><sub>P.S. of sorts:<br />well, damn, forgot I don't have the auto-brackets set up the old way I liked em, being a lowly free member and all now. Hmm.. I'll just throw em in there. fuck it.</sub><br /><br /><b>[up your skirt]</b><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>[/`/`4554(|23] (massacre)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 19:37:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I just heard about <a href="http://a.viary.com/">something new</a> and I'm checking it out now...<br /><br />Cleaned my room (by force) and I have to say it is kind of refreshing. I literally go crazy in this room, my insane musings will haunt the next renter of this apartment, or at least the next occupant of this room. Sickly, morbid thoughts like that somehow comfort me. A man, lying on a mattress, covered in a single blanket, TV on and casting light against his face, stricken in horror as I ramble on, an apparition in the corner, about dark twisted landscapes with no escape.. no turning back to the rosy-cheeked childhood, that remnant of the past, in even the deepest of memories. Unconditional happiness remembered, a slash of painful remorse.This man is silent because he cannot speak, and he cannot speak because this too, was a dream of his own.<br /><br />Where was I? Spring cleaning. Thank god I got a distraction, I will be awake at some point tonight. Mother's Day. Fuck. I don't want to think about that. Which is why I am actually glad I got some cleaning done. Distraction is useful on days such as these. I cleaned, and put on some music, and drew with some Prismacolor pencils. It was a good day. Barbecue scents and cheerful people laughing at restaurants and a golden sunset in a city. Those small things are a portal to that unconditional happiness, something I crave and devour without question or thought. Today was a good day.<br /><br />But I don't look forward to trying to sleep tonight. It's mother's day and I have too much on my mind.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>["I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in", I think he said. Then we wished them all a happy birthday. We kissed them all goodnight.]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[0n3 o (10(k] (1:00)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 19:27:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Tomorrow I'll start my first day at what will hopefully be my summer job. Hooray money! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[What's in your head zombie?]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[5PUD|=4(3] (spudface)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 14:20:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><b>The Princess of the East Castle</b></div><br /><br />Once upon a time there was a court jester. He loved magic and painting and unicorns. He lived in a house that was bigger on the inside than the outside, and had one too many a garden gnome next to the mailbox. He spent his days drawing green skies and blue grass amongst the purple trees. <br /><br />It just so happened that one day the princess from the east castle (in a land full of wondrous technologies and really weird porn) decided to take a walk about the jester's garden. Totally oblivious that the princess was stomping about his tomatoes, the jester watched from his round window as she stopped to smell his radish tree. As he started to paint her figure onto his canvas, he felt a longing to jump out at her from the shadows and give her a rather creepily persistant hug. <br /><br />His heart raced with excitement as he finished his portrait and after several long minutes he let out a shaken "hello". She smiled at him as he started spilling out every secret he had, every emotional story tucked away in his memories. He read her poetry and literature from the ages past and recalled stories of things yet to be imagined.<br /><br />Silence followed, and as a cold breeze whipped about the trees the princess began to laugh. She started howling with laughter and soon her fiendish giggles filled the forest. The jester stumbled backward, embarrassed and confused. At last she stopped and turned to him. She chuckled once more before letting out a long sigh. <br /><br />"Potato" said she, and in a puff of green smoke she vanished.<br /><br /><div align="center"><b>--END--</b></div><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[I remember when I lost my mind,<br />There was something so pleasant about that place]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[494i|`|] (again)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 18:35:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />[edit]<br /><br />Twas' a good evening. I didn't get any places, but i did get a check. Whoo! money! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/w00t.gif" width="23" height="23" alt=":w00t:" title="w00t!" /><br /><br />--<br /><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/5053/scan0001jv0.jpg"><br /></img><br /></div><br />Tomorrow night at 5:30-7:30 the HCC Student Show Reception and Awards will be held in the Marie Hull gallery at the Raymond Campus. <br />Free food and artwork done by myself and all of my friends... what more can you ask for? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />General viewing of the student show is April 14 - May 7, gallery hours are Mon-Thurs. 8am-3pm, Fri. 8am-12 noon.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[The rest of us is out of reach]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[57ud3/`/7 5|-|0`/`/] (student show)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 18:03:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span class="shadow-holder"><span class="shadow"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/75793806/"><img src="http://tn1-5.pv.deviantart.com/fs22/150/f/2008/027/6/5/white_hand_type_by_DryBones90.jpg" width="116" height="150" /></a></span></span></div><br /><br />white.hand_type is in the student show at Hinds Community College in Raymond MS <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />It isn't for sale or anything (simply because the print job/matting isn't worth anything) but it feels good to take my first small step into an art show. <br /><br />The graphic design corner was a lonely one however, with only four other prints to keep my 8.5 x 11 green picture company. Drawing however... I highly doubt my "Umbrella Corp." inkwash will get noticed at all. I should probably add that one to my devART gallery when I get the chance.<br /><br /><br />Bleh... I had a Warheads eating contest with a bunch of friends and I have a speech tomorrow morning... I see problems ahead <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[so when the darkness comes <br />we won't need the light]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[`/`/311... d4m|\|...] (well... damn...)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 23:48:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Posting a happy journal was a <strike>sign</strike><sup>bad omen</sup>.<br /><br />A tornado made its way through East Rankin county Friday evening. I live only a small ways away from there, and so caught the edge of the tornado where winds ripped apart power lines, roofing, whole trees, and other random things (for instance a motorcycle... which landed on my <em>dad's</em> motorcycle).<br /><br />We are currently without power until Sunday or Monday at the earliest. Needless to say this is the weekend where I had the most online/computer homework and I will be telling my instructor Monday all about how I couldn't write an outline/audience analysis, because I was too busy doing fun things like cooking from Sterno and cleaning out at least $100 worth of food out of my refrigerator, because we have been without power for 2 days now.<br /><br />Anyways... I've got a final for Advertising to study for by Wednesday... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/salute.gif" width="26" height="18" alt=":salute:" title="I salute you!" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[Castles lay in ruin]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[34|21`/ 8i|2di3] (early birdie)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 03:46:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />5:45am:<br />Well... not quite... I get up at 5:15 every school morning... I just happen to be... prepared on this particular start of the day. Maybe a good omen, or perhaps a bad one?<br />Ah, well...<br /><br />5:30pm:<br />Class was great today. Lunch was good. Hanging out was good. Music and nunchucks were good. <br />Oh, an ice cream. Had some of that too..<br /><br />Today has been a good day <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[I'm made of you and you of me]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[`/0u|23 5uff0(47in9] (you're suffocating)</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 19:16:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [|23._//574|27]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I am. I was. I will some more.<br /><br />It's funny how time passes, leaving me thinking of the past, the future... everything but taking in the moment at hand. I just cannot focus on today, this hour, this minute, this second. It works, but just for a second or two... a blinking of an eye. I inhale, gather up my concentration and force myself to stare into the eyes of the moment. It scares me, it comforts me, it interrupts me, and it saves me.<br /><br />It kills me sometimes.<br /><br />Music helps, art helps, TV helps, but those around me.. the people I love and hate, I live with or are miles away, every person I know and love... they almost never help. Or at least it seems that way until someone says something that means so much to me, without conditional intention or gain. Then it starts all over again.<br /><br />"<sub>All the problems make me wanna go<br />like a bad girl straight to video</sub>"<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[throughout the pro-jects]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[34573|2] (Easter)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 12:42:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Happy Pagan Celebration of Fertility and Christ Rises from Death Day<br /><br />The charcoal smudged on my palms are my only sense of accomplishment today, as I sat and drew for hours.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[if you're so smart, explain this Cla-riss-ah]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[d4i1y d3\/i47i0n!] (DD!)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 10:35:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Wow...<br /><br />Much thanks to everyone who has commented and fav'd, especially the ones who looked at other submissions in my gallery. Thank you! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />[<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" />]<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[ t3h d|2y 0n3 ]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[73|\| 7h0u54|\|d] (10,000)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:55:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />"Hey Tim," I asked my fellow classmate, friend, and mentor (in a sense).<br />"Yeah man?"<br />"I got 9,987 views on dA."<br />"Awesome. Gonna do anything for your 10k?"<br />"Maybe another typography project if I have the time..."<br /><br />I just logged in right now and caught my 9,999 and 10,000 on the counter. <br /><br />It's true that numbers are just numbers, and popularity should not be the direct goal in mind when it comes to making art, commenting on art, and generally viewing art. Good art isn't shallow because art is completely unique. Unlike words, which can be quoted exactly word for word down to the punctuation marks, a piece of artwork cannot be explained in its entirety and give the same meaning to someone who hasn't seen it as the person who has. Art is deep.<br /><br />Thus, I try to ignore that counter from time to time. I make myself forget it is even there. Sometimes ego is needed for art, but not in my case. I'm always (and will forever be) a student. It's simple and clean and nice because I know I always have something to work toward.<br /><br />However, I can't help but feel a sense of joy after seeing 10,000 pageviews to my deviantART profile. I feel very... appreciative. Appreciative is a good word, because I don't think of myself on a stage in front of ten thousand people doing a standing ovation. I'm not into that kind of stuff.<br /><br />Glad. I'm that too. I'm really glad.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[ t3h d|2y 0n3 ]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[57ud`/!] (study!)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 11:52:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Taking a break from studying/school related stuff. This semester is far less "artsy" in terms of assignments than last semester. For instance, last semester I was making a portfolio, carving a woodblock for a print, and designing random things in QuarkXpress. This semester however, has started with assignment like research papers, speech notes, more research, marketing terms, and so on and so forth. <br /><br />Yet all I can think about is drifting back to Mobile. I think these daydreams of peaceful meanderings are what keep me moving. I also think nothing would make me happier than to live on the outskirts of the city, my apartment quarters sunlit via an open window, a gentle sea breeze keeping the room cool. A bicycle downstairs and my bus card would be all I need to get to the university and grocery store. My own feet would be all I need to explore the greater parts of the city, maybe stopping to catch a breath at Bienville square, or a bite to eat at a downtown restaurant. The one-way streets would be my guides, and buildings my landmarks. <br /><br />It's as peaceful of a place as I can think of at the moment.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[ t3h d|2y 0n3 ]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[8347] (Beat)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 20:55:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Think of heavy metal. Remove the guitars. Add more drums. Go back 3,000 years to ancient Japan. That's what Taiko feels like to me. <br /><br />Heavy, hard, hyperactive, and really in your face. The Kaminari Taiko Drummers concert I just came back from was rivaling that of a rock band when it comes to energy. It really is hard to describe. <br /><br />Remember the scene in Crocodile Dundee when "Michael J. Dundee" says the line, "That's not a knife. THIS is a KNIFE!"? Same thing with drums. That's not a drum, THIS is a drum.<br /><br />Check out Taiko in this wiki article <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taiko">[link]</a><br /><br />The concert happened to be at a college I'm considering, Millsaps. So I looked around a bit here and there on the campus as much as I could while I had the opportunity. <br /><br />Speaking of school, one of my artwork's got vandalized. This pisses me off more than you can imagine, vandalism isn't cool when it comes to screwing up someone's work. This wasn't even a graffiti kind of vandalism either, this was blatant destruction: burning. As in using a lighter (which is dangerous enough in an art department full of paper and wood. my media involved lots of matches glued to matte board). <br /><br />I hope we catch this son of a bitch D:<<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[ t3h d|2y 0n3 ]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[fu(|&lt;] (f***)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 19:36:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br /><div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I am not prepared for a class tomorrow. I know if I cram I won't be able to sleep. I can't sleep anyway. fuck.<br /><br />Cussing has become an art form for me lately. An acquired-tasting spice, and rather potent vocabulary that must be carried with great care. There's a good and bad time for everything, and cussing is no exception. It is taboo in a nutshell, I think. When one wants to spice things up, live a little, release all that heated energy into the air and regurgitate all that stress, anxiety, anger, or really just anything, cuss words can be uttered. They are frowned upon or encouraged depending on the crowd, but almost always adds color to what you are saying. fuck. Such a grown-up word, such a powerful word. <br /><br />In <em>House of Leaves</em> the character Johnny Truant writes in the footnotes of <em>The Navidson Record</em>:<br /><br /><blockquote><br />"...to say "fuck" now and then, and say it loud too, relish its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip,often the very front of the lower lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the concussive force of the K catching up then with the hush of the F already on its way, thus loading it with plenty of offense and edge and certainly ambiguity. FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse if you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world..."<br /></blockquote><br /><br />It certainly is a word said with edge, which is what I think scares (or excites) the person that hears it. <br /><br />Its funny how I can write about muttering curses so poetically, but I can't draw, study, or focus on anything else right now. Actually, it isn't all that funny. It's mostly sad.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><b>[ t3h d|2y 0n3 ]</b><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>[(01D] (cold)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 07:59:53 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />It snowed here yesterday morning. I got in some pics, but the focus wasn't so great with numb fingers. I probably could have used auto-focus, but I'm a stubborn ass and prefer focusing myself. <br />
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So much in my head these days that I think making these journals is pointless. One thing that ticks in and out of my head annoyingly, twisting my priorities and distracting myself from the things that should really matter, is women. Sometimes I think that if it weren't for some of these girls/women/females in my classes things would be a bit easier, while at the same time I think I wouldn't have as much persuasion to remember that I am more or less an adult and I better get out of the goddamn bed in the mornings. Women at school give me a reason to both celebrate and curse my situation. Like art at a museum, (a metaphor that makes me smile at this moment) I have to tell myself to look, not touch. Think about the textures and brush strokes of the painting I see, wonder how such a painting can come into existence so beautifully and elegantly. But never touch or suffer consequences. A question of morals: use the once in a lifetime opportunity to stroke the surface and get expelled from the gallery, only to think of the painting and admire its beauty from memory, or use all of the time I have to gaze at its quality, all the while hiding my feelings to just reach out and feel its warmth. <br />
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I doubt the former would be worth it at this point in my life. I have numb fingers.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[12(4/\/\p4i9|\|] (learn to campaign)</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 19:43:14 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><a href="http://kevinmccullough.townhall.com/blog/g/ad4fece3-3a1e-42bd-8546-295599024191">[link]</a><br />
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Clearly, McCullough has never heard of hgames, dating sims, or even heard of the country of Japan at all. He also doesn't know video game history. God of War cinematics and the Grand Theft Auto Hot Coffee mod come to mind here. Two things annoy me about this link:<br />
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1) it is, without a doubt, an outright bash-fest on "gamer-nerds". It doesn't even look like he's trying to hide bias at all. Pretty much out in the open. <br />
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2) Ignorance. First, out of all the games to pick for having general sexual-related themes.. Mass Effect? But then again, any implied homosexual activity is cause for controversy somewhere. <br />
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I see no positive outcome of either articles. McCullough doesn't mention any ways to fix what he calls "the silly M label". With a game like Mass Effect being butchered instead of games with heavier sexual themes, I cannot help but be skeptical. <br />
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McCullough, l2article <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[p4|27 2] (part two)</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 17:38:46 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />The new semester begins next Monday. I'm getting my new permit (turning in Alabama permit for Mississippi permit after written test) tomorrow. The break from school has actually been more hectic than school itself. Constricted internet access at times, and choppy free time as of late. My psp and sketchbook have been my best friends for most of the break.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[41i3|\|] (alien)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 21:46:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />A lot of things have me thinking at this hour. House of Leaves. The end of my fall term (last class was last night for me). My sister moving in to my room. Dark daydreams. <br />
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Let's start there. <br />
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I drift off, usually during a repetitive task like rinsing a dish off or taking the dog out for a walk, and start to see myself about five years older. It's a blurry conjuration, a tall, skinny caucasian man with messy hair, wearing a worn T-shirt and a pair of wrinkled jeans. In fact, it isn't blurry, I just don't see his face. Maybe that's a good thing.<br />
I'm in a studio apartment with random junk on a desk at the end of the room. Drawings and notes dot the wall and an old (1995-98 PC) computer sits amongst the pile on my desk. A TV sits in the corner atop a mini-refrigerator. My bed, unmade and with it's own piles of random junk, is in another corner. The other half of the room is a small area that resembles a kitchen. A stove, microwave, and sink are hidden in piles too, only these piles are almost entirely made up of ink bottles, paints, palettes, brushes, plastic mardi-gras cups (filled with water), a couple of small buckets, and various other containers or supplies for wet media. The sink, the most colorful object in the apartment, is covered with paint. A rainbow of stains contrast the bleak, dreary, and almost gray scale features of the room. Outside of my only window the sun is rising (or setting?...) in a city, barely noticeable through a gap between large sheets of paper duct-taped to the glass. <br />
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That's usually where the daydream ends. It haunts me, but in a way that one is morbidly fascinated. I dislike the lonely, dull feeling while at the same time craving it. It tempts me and seductively enters my thoughts with me sitting at my desk. Slowly, I fill in the blanks. Sometimes it isn't cluttered, but bare. Sometimes it isn't a sunrise (or sunset), with the room naturally lit, a vertical ray of sunlight splashed against my wall, but midnight. No moon is visible, but my own fluorescent light chases away the demons and disturbed spirits of the night, burning their thin, wiry claws that reach out to scratch at the dreams of the peaceful, creating nightmares for their fiendish pleasure. <br />
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I hope I can sleep tonight, I have so many thoughts buzzing around in my head.<br />
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<sub>note: My stepmother bought me my (somewhat late [not her fault]) birthday present and two xmas presents today. I hope they ship here soon: <a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/H-Giger/Gigers-Alien-Poster-C10281904.jpeg">[link]</a> <a href="http://images.gittigidiyor.com/538/5389620_0.jpg">[link]</a> <a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/H-Giger/Birth-Machine-Poster-C10028121.jpeg">[link]</a><br />
They are all art from an artist by the name of H.R. Giger, known by most to be the designer of the alien in the movie Alien.<br />
I can't wait to hang these up on my wall.</sub><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[P|2i|\|7i|\|9] (printing)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 07:51:08 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Just finished making some more lino ink prints. I'm going to wait a couple of hours, then see if they have dried yet. In the meantime, I have studying/goofing off time. <br />
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I don't know what it is about printing with woodblocks and lino cuts that gets me excited. It sounded boring when my instructor first started on it with my class. It certainly looked boring as well. Maybe it is my new connection with the outside world. I go outside to carve my details, using the natural light that shines on this side of the apartment so well. In today's case, I even did my printing process completely outside. The "ghetto way" one of my friends would say. Covering the dirty freezer with wax paper, I took a square of glass from an unused frame and put my ink on it, coated the brayer and proceeded to make 4 prints. Three of those are for my final project, but one was an experiment that made a decent print.<br />
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Well, I think I may go read my new book, or perhaps organize my portfolio some more...<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[|-|01] (HoL)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:48:16 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><blockquote>Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?</blockquote><br />
- Henry David Thoreau<br />
<em>Walden</em><br />
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This book about a <a href="http://www.dionaea-house.com/"><b>h</b>ouse</a> is going to take me months to read, I know it. The <a href="http://www.dionaea-house.com/updates.htm"><b>c</b>lues</a> are subtle. The <a href="http://ohdanigirl.livejournal.com/"><b>p</b>eople</a> involved are <a href="http://jennylevin.blogspot.com/"><b>v</b>aried</a>. The <a href="http://dionaeahouse.blogspot.com/"><b>d</b>arkness</a> is <a href="http://baruch78.blogspot.com/"><b>c</b>onsuming</a>. The <a href="http://freeflies.blogspot.com/"><b>r</b>esistance</a> is building.<br />
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<sub>The door is open.</sub><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[\/\/00D810(|&lt;5] (woodblocks)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 17:39:42 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><span class="shadow-holder"><span class="shadow"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/70919420/"><img src="http://tn1-4.pv.deviantart.com/fs24/150/f/2007/332/8/4/Hedgie__s_Dilemma_print_by_DryBones90.jpg" width="150" height="70" /></a></span></span>  <span class="shadow-holder"><span class="shadow"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/70919831/"><img src="http://tn1-4.pv.deviantart.com/fs24/150/f/2007/332/7/a/The_Hedgehog__s_Dilemma_by_DryBones90.jpg" width="150" height="64" /></a></span></span><br />
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When I first heard about the assignment to find an image, draw it, trace it on a wood block, cut it out, and finally print it, I admit that I felt a little overwhelmed. This project was a lot of fun though, so I think I may start another in my free time. I'm currently brainstorming some ideas, a few of which are hedgehog-inspired like the thumbs above.<br />
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I know of a deviant that may think I'm crazy for even considering this (<sub>*cough*~<a class="u" href="http://flyaway3.deviantart.com/">flyaway3</a>*cough*</sub>) but I know I can handle it, supposing I have the patience to carve away at a block of wood for God knows how many hours. Then again, it isn't the destination but the journey that was fun on this first try. If it took carving in the negative space of two hedgehogs into a small cut of wood to get me out of the house that's fine by me.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[57|2I(|&lt;3|\|] (stricken)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 03:12:38 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />First off, everyone please welcome ~<a class="u" href="http://flyaway3.deviantart.com/">flyaway3</a> to the community. Michelle is literally in all of my art and graphic design classes, so it is nice to have a friend I see on a daily basis join devART.<br />
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I just woke up (current time is 5:00 in the AM) and thought I'd punch out a journal. Sometimes when I'm in Mobile at the University of South Alabama I do just this, but I don't recall ever posting any of those journals. This journal is taking a while to write as I have to type softly. ~<a class="u" href="http://lorquortus.deviantart.com/">Lorquortus</a> is asleep on the futon to the right of my desk.<br />
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Speaking of which, it is worth noting that ~<a class="u" href="http://lorquortus.deviantart.com/">Lorquortus</a> and I rearranged the desk and futon in my room to make the room a little bigger. We are successful in doing that and things will be much easier when it comes to living space for when she becomes my roommate three weeks from now.<br />
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Also, during this cleanup and amongst the moving around I found my tablet's pen. I have been looking for this pen for roughly 6 months to photo edit with. Needless to say my new photo editing projects may be a little rusty by now. At the moment, I'm just happy to have found it.<br />
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Well, that about wraps things up for right now. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[impatience]</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 21:13:35 PST</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I'm waiting to cash in a few checks. After paying back people and paying certain things off I have roughly $200 for happy fun spending tiem. There are a couple of anime series I want on DVD, mostly. Hopefully, I'll be getting something by the end of the week. I need something new to watch.<br />
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P.S.<br />
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Just found this... <br />
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<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=QTpbOeov2zQ">/headbang</a><br />
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I was there last year. The music part of the video sounded so much better live. rock on Skillet! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/horns.gif" width="16" height="16" alt=":horns:" title="Horns" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[Planet Terror]</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 20:24:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><blockquote><b>No-Brainer</b> (noh-brane-er) <em>noun</em>. A dead person's body which is found without a brain.</blockquote><br />
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Just finished watching the other half of the Grindhouse double feature, Planet Terror. This was the better movie to me, although Tarentino's Death Proof was still very good. Planet Terror generally had more humor and action, in my honest opinion. Maybe it may be as simple as my preferences (old grainy zombie movies > old grainy slasher movies imo), but I think Rodriguez put more effort into making Planet Terror. Death Proof was, for lack of a better example, like From Dusk Till Dawn: a great movie but not something I'll watch more than once or twice a year by myself when I want to watch a movie. <br />
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Planet Terror was great though, and I think it is definitely a movie I want to own on DVD. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[adoption]</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 11:46:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />My dad is adopting a 3 month old Australian heeler/cattle dog mix. Dad and I went to the adoption center today and dad picked her out of a long line of puppies there. She looks healthy and the facility was very clean and organized. She was a bit shy at first, but she soon started trying to wrestle and playfully chew at my hand so I think she likes me. All in all, it'll be nice to have a dog in the house again, I've missed my old chihuahua, Morpheus, a lot.<br />
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Here's a pic of her taken by the adoption facility:<br />
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<img src="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/2985/puppybordernr3.jpg"><br />
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If anyone has any suggestions for a name please reply to this journal and I will definitely take any name into consideration <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
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EDIT: a name has been decided on. "Kiah" which is Australian for "from a beautiful place". ~<a class="u" href="http://lorquortus.deviantart.com/">Lorquortus</a>, my sister, came up with it. thanks sis! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /></img><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[the city I live(d) in_]</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 17:24:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I had a dream last night. I was riding home on a city bus. Tall buildings stood far above me as I stared at the people walking on the streets of downtown Mobile. I saw the giant RSA building in the distance, scaffolding still hugging the windows of the top floors, where a single needle scraped the sky. It was getting dark outside, and apartment windows lit up as businessmen closed their shops. A cold wind snatched up a woman's coat as she walked up the curb staring silently at the street beneath her. Soon it was quiet, and as the city grew out of sight in my window I sat back in my seat. After a long ride with seemingly no stops, the bus screeched to a halt in front of my apartment building. The doors in the back slid open and I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure at the driver's seat. "Thank you mister," I said as I stepped one foot out of the exit. He said nothing. As I walked up the stairs to the second floor of my building I heard the bus engine let out a cough. I turned the lock on my apartment door, two gold characters nailed above the peephole. "I8" it read. I closed the door and walked to my room. I turned on my desk lamp and slid onto my bed, a twin mattress that lay on the floor with a single sheet for warmth. I blindly ran my hand across my digital clock, activating alarm 1. "5:30 am" flashed in glowing green digits, then faded back to "9:57". My hand continued to search my dresser until I found a remote. A static buzz filled the room, then the television set burst to life, a prime time drama was on the channel. My eyes felt heavy and I closed them, letting out a long, drawn out sigh. <br />
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That was when I woke up, my alarm blaring heavy metal. I rose from my futon, a dark blue blanket covering my bed clothes. I looked out of my window into the Mississippi woods, my eyes level with the tree trunks on the earth floor. My alarm was flashing "5:30 am" in glowing green digits as I got up to start my day.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[on +faving without commenting]</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:29:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I'm sure you've seen one of the stamps at least once: "comment before you +fav", "Don't comment? Then don't +fav!", and "Make sure you comment <em>and</em> fav my work!" are just a few pulled off the most popular deviantart stamp search.<br />
I think it is funny that deviants are so specific on this request. From my point of view it kind of shows a deviant's nasty side. I understand that there are deviants out there that will +fav a whole gallery for no explained reason. However, putting comments like 'I'll shoot you in the face if you +fav and don't comment' is a bit extreme. <br />
What I think when I see such remarks most of the time is along the lines of, "jeez, what an asshole/bitch... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/movingon.gif" width="43" height="15" alt=":movingon:" title="Okay... Moving on now..." />" and I don't +fav <em>or</em> comment. It doesn't really matter whether you are the greatest artist in the world, personality goes a long way. I don't want to watch, favorite, browse, comment, or even have anything to do with an artist that threatens me (no matter how ridiculous the threat) if I don't give in to his/her demands on what they want from me as a voluntary service. Frankly, I'm just glad I have people that like my artwork at the end of the day. I'm thankful for every last comment (even if that deviant doesn't favorite anything) and every last favorite (even if that deviant didn't leave a comment). <br />
My point is, all of the artists out there that make specific demands on how I express myself about their artwork is a major turn-off when browsing. It really makes me want to take that pageview or deviation view back since they are obviously caring only about numbers or popularity, not the fact that people enjoy their artwork.<br />
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tl;dr: deviants who specify that they want a comment <em>and</em> favorite sound selfish and not deserving of the former or latter in my opinion.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[deth note &amp; teh gai headmaster? rofflecopter]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 08:31:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />The first dubbed Death Note aired this morning on Adult Swim. I didn't catch the midnight block so I stayed up until 2:30 to see the second showing. Wasn't too bad I suppose, but a couple of friends of mine think it'll attract more rabid fangirls. This is, of course, entirely possible as Death Note was such a hit on forums and websites here in the US when it was first airing in Japan. Personally, I'm only a little disappointed with the voice acting. I'm really used to Ryuk having a deeper voice and Light (or Raito, if you prefer) having a softer, smug-sounding voice.<br />
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In other recent happenings author J.K. Rowling announced in Carnegie Hall the other day that Albus Dumbledore from the Harry Potter books is a homosexual character. Personally, I've lost some respect for Rowling now, because this sounds too much like a publicity stunt. I agree with a friend of mine that simply put it this way, "lolcontroversy". Controversy does indeed sell, and I think the comment wasn't really needed. I understand it was a Q&A and she was asked a question like, "Does Albus Dumbledore ever find love?" or something along those lines. If she wanted readers to know this particular character trait, she really should have mentioned it a) in one of the books, and b) before the last book was published. Just my <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/t/twocents.gif" width="30" height="15" alt=":twocents:" title="Here's my $0.02" /><br />
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tl;dr: Death Note aired as a dub early this morning on Adult Swim and Dumbledore from Harry Potter is teh gai. zomg.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[PSdeedeedee?]</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 16:35:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5gukQ1d_RW5CRRdM2fmxDcjQvHgKg">[link]</a><br />
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tl;dr: Sony's releasing newer, cheaper PS3 but newer cheaper PS3 doesn't play PS2 games<br />
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I think Sony is still digging itself a deeper hole. Unless the new game lineup this holiday season for the Playstation 3 meets expectations, Nintendo will still get record sales with it's Wii console and Microsoft will still be getting lots of sales from the top-selling games on the Xbox 360. It may be a bit early to say, but I think Sony made a bad move on making the PS3 no longer play PS2 games. While Sony die-hards may have all three playstation consoles, I think it would make sense to not force potential buyers into a corner if they want a PS2 game and a PS3 at the same time. Also, both the Wii and 360 can play their previous console's games, giving more bad rep to the PS3.<br />
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tl;dr: I think Sony is making a bad move on this change, even if $100 off the PS3 is an improvement.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[My Thoughts on the Mature Content Filter]</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 09:48:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />About a year or two ago I made the decision to turn off the mature content filter. My reason for doing so is simply a) art is expression, and I've never ever supported censored art and b) when it comes to artistic nudity (not to be confused with porn) anatomy is an important part of learning to draw.<br />
Here are a few questions that I have answered in the defense of not filtering mature themes for myself as an artist. I may add more at a later time.<br />
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Q:<b>You are now 17 years of age. Why not just wait until you are 18?</b><br />
A: It's simply that I am being denied the same privileges as an artist based on my physical age. Keep in mind that I am in college now and my instructors are suggesting viewing nudes as practice for drawing. That aside, for two years I was able to view mature-themed art and <em>now</em> I have a leash put on me? It doesn't make sense.<br />
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Q:<b>These rules are set up for a reason. Why do you think minors can't obtain alcohol, pornographic material, or have sex?</b><br />
A: All three of those things are based on <em>physical</em> maturity. Artistic nudity or violence as too extreme of a theme simply cannot be judged as appropriate or inappropriate just on the physical age of the teenager that views it. <br />
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Q:<b>Parents must protect their children from material they don't want their child to view. What's wrong with that?</b><br />
A: If any art on deviantART negatively effects your child or influences them more than how you influence them on a day-to-day basis then you simply aren't being a good parent. <em>My</em> parent is aware of where I can go on the internet and supports my viewing of artistic nudes because of my goals in life. He has also taught me what is and what isn't real. If your child, even at the age of 17, is being negatively influenced by <em>art</em>, then I question your position as a parent.<br />
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Q:<b>Why are you so offended? You can't view nipples or violent art, get over it kid. These themes are restricted from you for your protection.</b><br />
It is this sort of outlook that makes me laugh. Nipples and violent art isn't going to turn me into a pimp, drug dealer, or murderer. My upbringing and lifestyle at the moment is nowhere near "kid stuff". Again, censorship depends on the material being censored. Artistic censorship is ridiculous. Da Vinci's The Vitruvian Man has a penis in it. Yet it is one of the best representations of human proportion and anatomy. Censoring something like this would be a bit extreme.<br />
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Feel free to make comments as this is an important topic to discuss <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[unbewiivable+moar]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 10:24:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I got a Wii, WiiPlay, Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, and a few cool shirts for my birthday yesterday. Went out to Ichiban, a local Chinese buffet with a sushi bar, which is my favorite restaurant in Flowood. I have also received a birthday present from fate: a <b>six</b> day weekend. After completing midterms and turning in projects early, I have no homework and I don't return to school until Wednesday morning.<br />
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Connected to wifi last night via that $40 usb adapter I got last year, which I thought was a waste until now. Woke up this morning to my Wii's disk reader <em>glowing</em> in a pulsating light blue. Creeped me out a little but I re-read the manual and found out that only means I have new messages sent to me via teh internets.<br />
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Well, back to saving Hyrule,<br />
-Drew <br />
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EDIT Oct. 13: 80g IPod came in the mail today. I feel spoiled.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico]</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 13:40:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Finally got to see one half of the double feature Grindhouse by Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez. Death Proof was pretty good, although there was a lot of lengthy dialogue. I'm a fan of Tarantino's films so I obviously liked this one but I still like his older films better. Death Proof was great but it still isn't as near as good as Pulp Fiction or Reservoir Dogs, or even Kill Bill volumes 1 & 2. I'd say its up there with From Dusk Till Dawn, a really good movie, but not enough of a movie to quote lines in day-to-day conversation.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[7Hr047 1Z 7h3 suX0R]</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 12:21:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Exactly one week after I had to call in and tell my instructor for my night class that I was ill (stomach bug), I had to email my morning class instructors about my throat and loss of voice today. My voice has returned since then, but my throat still hurts when I swallow/talk. So, I have a night class I <b>have</b> to go to tonight, even if I still feel like crap. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":X" title=":X (Mad)" /><br />
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Meanwhile, I have gargled saltwater and worked on a project of mine, where I am mixing all my favorite anime themes and background music onto a disk. Which is going well, by the way. <br />
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Midterms are starting next week. Oh boy, time does fly... it is already half the semester? I'm pretty sure I know the material for two of the classes for midterm though, so no real pressure. I am a little sad that my studies are keeping me from going to Bayfest down in Mobile, however. I was looking forward to meeting up with some friends, but alas, I must study.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[When Angels Deserve To Die]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 20:56:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />I have quickly learned that playing a druid has cursed me to being hunted down mercilessly in the PvP battleground Warsong Gulch, as I am supposedly the prime candidate for the flag carrier, otherwise known as the guy who has to carry the enemies flag all the way from their base to ours, while having a red aura coming from the flag saying, "hey look at me douchebag horde, i got your flag r*** me!!1".<br />
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Okay, so I may be a little dramatic, but c'mon, the fucking <b>paladins</b> are hunting me down. If I recall correctly, it was I who was hunting the pallies on my dwarf hunter, and now its the other way around? wtf? I thought we had a system here. Pally sons of bitches go down. period. they can heal and kick ass, and they are blood elves, which is reason enough to hunt them down. because blood elves are incredibly kinda gay looking. and getting pwnt by a gay elf always makes you want to kick that dudes ass whilst your waiting to rez. always.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[Eva Rebuilt]</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 14:34:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Trailers I and II - <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fy2AnrzRb6M">[link]</a><br />
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Wiki - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebuild_of_evangelion">[link]</a><br />
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and for shits and giggles: two of the best synced Eva AMVs (in my opinion) - <br />
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<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fI50Wv0HhUY">[link]</a> - "Chop Suey", System of a Down<br />
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<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=s6faziImZfI">[link]</a> - "Bohemian Rhapsody", Queen<br />
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                <title>[i see whut u did thar greeneyezz (tag)]</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 14:11:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />~<a class="u" href="http://greeneyezz.deviantart.com/">GreenEyezz</a> tagged me and I'm bored so I guess I'll go quietly <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /><br />
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<em>8 random things about me</em><br />
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1. I love horseradish and often eat it on crackers as a snack.<br />
2. I can imitate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meatwad">meatwad</a>'s voice somewhat convincingly<br />
3. My hair never behaves the way I really want it to, so I just let it grow out then cut it every so often. This explains why my hair looks like crap in all of my IDs <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br />
4. I have never tasted a type of cheese I didn't like. srsly.<br />
5. Occasionally, I will have bursts of energy and imitate some fighting pose and let it all out of my system. This has given me many strange looks in the past.<br />
6. My ultimate goal in life is to remain in as close to a balanced state as possible. Everything about what I believe in is about balance most of the time, down to my astral sign (Libra). Although I stray from this ideal often, it is something I still pursue.<br />
7. Some days I wake up a Christian and others an agnostic. But never an atheist.<br />
8. I am insane about justice. If I feel something wrong is happening and people are responsible for it, I will suddenly get furious and want to do something about it. This includes artificial events like movies and video games. This is why I don't watch 90% of horror movies. I'm not scared or anything I just can't stand the sight of torture, pain, or misery. <br />
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I'm breaking the rules by not tagging anyone. sue me <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/fella.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":fella:" title="Fella" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[Prose before Hos]</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 08:30:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Woke up at 5:30 this morning out of habit, so it feels like afternoon to me right now. Because of Labor Day weekend my first day back to class is my longest - 8am to 2:20 > 45 minute drive > lunch/dinner/chill out time at home > 5:30-8:45pm night class.<br />
In that night class I have to turn in a journal I wrote on domestic violence and suicide which, for lack of better words, depressed the fuck out of me. <br />
After class tomorrow night I'm going to talk to my instructor and see if future assignments like this one can be changed to another topic for writing. While my procrastination story in my last journal may have been a joke, I wrote it to distract myself from flashbacks and various mental image hauntings. I haven't slept well this weekend and generally feel like crap. I've been snapping and getting angry at people whenever they interrupt me from doing things, even if I'm not mad at them. I do think all of this came from this assignment, as I have finished the paper and feel much better.<br />
For those of you who know of my history, this will make a little more sense. For those who don't and really want to know, just note me.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[Procrastination: a short story]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 16:13:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Homework: the cruel design of a lonely teacher. Locked away from all other life and forced to accept her minimum wage, she vents her anger out on her empty Word doc: Syllabus. She grins evilly and mutters under her breath, Âeliminate, eliminate, eliminate!Â as she tears at the keyboard in manic glee. Assignments are turned into quests, which are then turned into lifelong crusades. ÂLet there be no time for freedom,Â she laughs. ÂLet there be no time for play!Â<br />
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<two weeks later><br />
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I shift from workaholic to lazy-ass in little time and attempt to distract myself from the assignment instruction sheet at the end of my room. It stares at me with hungry eyes, poised and ready to eat away at my free time. But I am a hero when it comes time for such a battle between responsibility and self indulgence, and I give it no satisfaction. I sit at my desk, attempting to convince myself through self-hypnotism that no time should be robbed from me and my newly created Blood Elf Priest on World of Warcraft.<br />
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Time slips by quickly, and early-morning sunrise turns to light afternoon drizzle, and then to late afternoon heat. My eyes turn away from my elf and onto that notebook. A shiver runs down my spine, cold sweat gripping the side of my neck. I start to panic as I read the required reading and writing from afar. My world is filled with confusion and I begin to frantically pace the far end of the room. The lights suddenly give out and an eerie green glow rests on the binderÂs cover. It moans my name and I suddenly convince myself not to touch it, as I have a whole Labor Day weekend to do this work. Yeah, thatÂs it: I have plenty of time. <br />
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I boot up my Playstation 2 console and proceed to kill genetically modified black ops on the fake lunar landing site in Area 51. But excitement quickly turns to boredom and I accept the fact that the sooner I get this done the better off I will be. Perhaps I should just get it over and done with, and I will no longer have to suffer this mental imbalance of attention.<br />
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Five minutes pass, then ten more. A tumbleweed rolls across the path between my bed and my futon, between the notebook and I. I whip out a black ballpoint pen, and walk towards my homework in slow-motion. A choir starts to sing, going from a deep, low note to a range of higher notes. An organ is playing and a scribe is furiously scribbling down the details of this climactic scene. Several young couples are watching, wide eyes capturing the epic vision before them, and one of the men moves popcorn to his mouth without taking his eyes off of what is happening before him. Another robotically leans one arm over his dateÂs shoulder. <br />
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I stop right in front of the black notebook. The binder shifts itself and opens its sides to reveal three ringed teeth of evil. It smiles at me, but there is no comfort in this gesture. It licks its covers with a long, sharp, No. 2 pencil. Its eyes stare into my own and I lose all thought of nothing else but my assignment. It begins to chant, slowly and quietly at first. I can barely hear its mutter. I can only hear my heart thumping in my chest. The chanting soon matches the rhythm of my heartbeat and I start to hear words. ÂÂNow this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down and IÂd like to take a minute just sit right there, IÂll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-airÂÂ<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[:heart:]</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 04:22:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://news.deviantart.com/article/33406/"><img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs20/f/2007/242/4/c/breast_cancer_awareness_stamp_by_lolly.gif"></img></a></div><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[seven-seven-nine, seven-ninety-O]</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 11:06:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />cookies will be evenly distributed to deviants who get the title reference.<br />
<sub><sub>*hint: TV Show. Playhouse. King of Cartoons. Cowboy Curtis</sub></sub><br />
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not being a deviantWHORE, just thought a screencap of 7979 pageviews looked kinda pretty awesome <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /></img><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[wool schork, edit: Hotoshop Phero]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 17:11:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Taking a break now from English Comp. homework. I have two writing assignments from that class and an art project from my Design I class already. Nothing I can't handle, but takes away some 'Andrew time' I had planned for this weekend <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br />
I'm about halfway through only one of the three assignments however, so I'll try to keep this journal teh short. <br />
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Hinds is a pretty cool school, and the Raymond campus has been pretty good to me. Lots of nice shady spots to study or listen to music in, although I only see a fraction of the student body outside because its hotter n' hell out here lately. It's a nice, concentrated series of buildings which often times reminds me of a village. It can and might be my home away from home. <br />
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I have several fun classes, Design I being my favorite so far. I also have Drawing I, English Comp., Freshman Orientation (required <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />), and Fundamentals of Graphic Computers. At first I thought that Fund. of Graphic Computers would be a breeze, but they do, in fact, have us using Macs. So I will be learning a lot this semester. They also have us on a little program called Quark Express, which reminds me a lot of Photoshop 7 or earlier. Speaking of which, <a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2007/20070822.jpg">Photoshop Hero</a> sounds like fun.<br />
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I will try to take pictures/scan some works in progress or finished works from my Design I or Drawing I class. It'd be nice to come back after the semester is over and see my different projects here on dA <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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Well.. back to work, this essay isn't going to write itself <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":x" title=":x (Mad)" /><br />
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that is SO cool<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[from the easily amused]</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 20:39:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=NvLB80boUkI">[link]</a></div><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[l2swim]</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 18:06:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://www.meidocafe.jp/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/1182954508286.gif"></img></div><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[Vraight to Stideo]</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 06:00:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="subheader">DryBones90's journal [of doom]</div><br />
<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Monday will be duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh duh-duh CLASS TIME! I want the graphic design prod. class, but its full so I'm instead on a waiting list and taking design I in its place. Which sucks, prod. is a prerequisite for like 3 different classes, about 2 of which are prereq.'s in themselves.<br />
Fun times, fun times... my sister is staying the week here before we both have to go to school and she gets a dorm. Its nice, staying up kind of late watching Totoro and Dead Like Me and Super Troopers <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=P" title="=P (Razz)" /><br />
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Drawing I looks like fun though, all the other classes are basic graphic design centered classes.. you know, how to use the computer and graphics programs. Stuff I already know unless they have us using Macs. <br />
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Went back to my ol' hunter on WoW; hes a lvl 37 dwarf with one of those armored boars from RFK. Been trying to figure out how I'll pay for his mount at 40, plus new armor upgrades, plus new spells. Which is a headache. I estimate I need about 116g and I have about 30g tops to my name on that server. Maybe 40-50g if I strip all my other char.'s down to their underwearz and sell their gear.<br />
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Oh well, no biggie, its just a game. I'll pay some Korean guy 50 bucks to farm me like 100g haha.<br />
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tl;dr: class is Monday, my sister is staying over for the week, went back to my old huntard and am having WoW money problems.<br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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                <title>[Tall Ferm]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 15:31:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
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<div class="headers"></div><br /><br />Fall term is approaching... and I am officially a college student. I'm a graphic design major <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /><div class="headers"><br />
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