http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:IrisLaRue&section=today deviantART RSS for by:IrisLaRue en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:28:56 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/9938279/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/9938279/ Sat, 02 Sep 2006 08:11:15 PDT ! Go check it out! It's run by who is a very cool artist (no, seriously, I'm not just kissing butt). Also, check out the club, where I won a contest! ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/9840816/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/9840816/ Thu, 24 Aug 2006 15:23:54 PDT
;;-_-;;

Landscaping was cool, but I just can't do it. It makes me feel like I'm 90. My back hurts where I injured it so badly in the morning I break down in tears -- and if you knew me you'd know the only time I've ever cried because of pain is when I smashed my nose open and had to have 21 stitches without anesthetic.

On top of that the whole cyst exploding/going to the hospital/wacky drugs fiasco put me at a new level of exhausted, and I almost busted one of the mowers because I was so out of it on Tuesday/Wednesday. AJ my boss wasn't happy to say the least. So I went and applied for a security guard job and I start Monday. Bah. No more free golf benefits. I was planning on taking my aunt and uncle golfing but now I can't. I hate my luck.

Anyway this job is such a cush job, and pays me $2.00/more than what I was making at the golf course. I get to sit and watch people go in and out of an apartment building in Cherry Creek -- the absolute RICHEST neighborhood in Denver -- in the afternoon and evening. I will most likely gain weight quickly if I'm not careful! But the positive side of this job is that I will have plenty of time during work to do art! So, wish me luck with sitting on my a$$ all day! ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/9804208/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/9804208/ Mon, 21 Aug 2006 12:37:54 PDT
Note to self: Do not attempt art while on meds!

Oops, too late...

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Club! Go clubbin', man!


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#1 <----Data

#2 <----Picard

#3 <----Sushi


Hecks yeah! ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/8429033/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/8429033/ Mon, 10 Apr 2006 15:11:31 PDT
Submitted a new artwork, more on the way. Currently working at a health care center as CHEF! Going to culinary school in SPRING 2007! YAY! My true calling is beginning to be fulfilled!

So even though it's basically just the beginning of Spring, we here in beautiful Denver, Colorado and the surrounding area have been enjoying sunny, clear, beautiful 70-80 degree (F) weather every day for the past week and a half. HAHAHA! But that means the kitchen gets to about 100 degrees. Soooo hooot and huuummmiiiddd is the kitchen. Bleh. But the people and the work is really fun and fulfilling! yay!

More later! ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6907583/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6907583/ Sun, 30 Oct 2005 14:45:48 PST
So for breakfast today I had shrimp and crab okonomiyaki. It was good. I'm also making lobster bisque for dinner tonight. And the night before last I ate at Red Lobster. Seafood seems to be my latest destiny. My new job is rockin', but it does take it out of me by the end of the day. Everything at this place is a mess. I was basically hired for that one reason, to clean up the mess. But people seem to be happy that I'm there so far.

Anyway, Mitch and I are going to dress up like burritos so we can go to every Chipotle restaurant in the Denver area and score free burritos. Yeah, they really give you free burritos on Halloween if you wrap yourself in tin foil and say you're a Chipotle burrito.

Awesome. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6735120/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6735120/ Mon, 10 Oct 2005 22:57:02 PDT
LIKE!

So I'm gonna do...ummm...well, I probably won't really do a whole lot, especially since it's already SNOWING up here in the Rocky Mountain foothills. I mean, crap man! The leaves on the few rare deciduous trees we have here haven't even turned colors yet! Sure, we're in the mountains, but the mountains are supposed to have FOUR SEASONS like the rest of the temperate climate world. It usually doesn't go SPRING SUMMER WINTER...um, SPRING AGAIN. X(

ZOMGnoodles!!1!11!!1one!!oneone!one!!!

Anyway, I think I'll just end up drawing alot, and stuff...OH YEAH! I actually have something interesting to talk about! So this place where ~darkgatsu (go look @ his DA page or else DOOM!) works is totally haunted. The weird thing is is that it's a modern office building, down in Lakewood (couple miles outside Denver) surrounded by a bunch of other similar office buildings and hotels and junk. He works the graveyard night shift as security there, by himself. Sounds like a prime situation for spawning unreasonable paranoia, right? Well, he's not the only one who gets a really unwelcoming tingling feeling on the back of his neck when he has to patrol the building, especially the lower levels. Even one of the other security guards who has the daytime shift has told him she has very similar experiences. There was apparently one instance where she even distinctly saw someone pass by the doorway to the room she was in, and when she immediately went to investigate, thinking it was an intruder, nobody was there. Apparently only the top two floors are being used by employees at the moment, as the company is gradually phasing out that particular location and moving its business elsewhere. So a lot of areas aren't even supposed to be accessible to the staff anymore.

I really want to go there and see if I can discover anything, but I don't think that's possible, since the people who work there would laugh at my face and kick me out if I said I wanted to snoop around their mostly abandoned building because I think it's haunted. Eh. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6709270/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6709270/ Sat, 08 Oct 2005 02:22:32 PDT
So, I've been a huge fan of DBZ since I was about, oh, 9 years old, so I'm a fan of 11 years. I specifically and clearly remember the very first time I saw DBZ - it was the very first episode you see Piccolo when Raditzu comes to Earth to kill Goku. (Non-DBZ fans are now saying WTF???) I was instantly in love (in a hero way) and Piccolo has been my fav character ever since.

So this evening while perusing DevArt I decided to look up Piccolo pics, just for hay and snickers.

What I found was, to be very discreet, apalling beyond human comprehension. Here is a VERY CONDENSED list of what I found:

--Piccolo as a My Little Pony
--Piccolo dressed as Pikachu, NOT as a joke, as a SERIOUS PIECE
--Naked with Gohan on t[REMOVED] and they're [REMOVED]fa
--Piccolo as a mermaid
--Piccolo being "raped" by this really freaky...chibi...angel...thing *shudder*
--MULTIPLE pics of him as a pimp. Which would be okay, if he didn't look like ONE OF HIS OWN WH0R3Z
--Piccolo wearing a pink speedo and bunny ears
--Piccolo wearing a short tight pink dress. Different artist than above.
--Piccolo as a Buudle. God, how I hate them.
--With various Sailor Moon characters. Vomit.
--In a wedding dress. WHAT IS IT WITH CROSS DRESSING?!
--With breasts. Nude. Very large. No speak right again. Trauma.
--Countless, countless makeout scenes with anything biological or remotely so

Dear Lord people. I found maybe four or five pics out of a THOUSAND that were even decent. Why is Piccolo picked upon so? Why are other anime charaters not so widespread-ly abused in such a fashion? Vash is not made to wear a pink speedo. Gatsu (Guts) does not appear as a Pokemon. Alucard is not portrayed as having boobs. Is Piccolo simply a vehicle of suppressed (mostly female) emotions caused by troubled childhoods filled with missed dance recitals and social rejection??? It is just, simply, so very wrong. I really wish I could say all these were jokes. But alas, they are not. I now have a strong desire to create an ANIME ABUSE AWARENESS FUND.

]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6702907/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6702907/ Fri, 07 Oct 2005 10:13:31 PDT
So I got my job, and it actually pays $2 more an hour than what I was initially told, so that's like $16/hr~! How sweet is that setup? Sweet like sugah!

Lately my computer has come down with Spamacitis, aka SPYWARE ATTACK SYNDROME. Pop ups assail my every web browse session and I'm getting sick of it. I have freakin' Spy Bot S&D and the built in web security shtuff but it's still happening. Spy Bot won't find any spware, either, so I'm stumped. I'm pretty decent with computers but I'm also lazy, so you see my conundrum. Eh.

I've lately been workin' on a new Painter IX pic titled "In The Spring Garden" that is turning out alright. I've discovered that I really am crap-tastic when it comes to cloth folds and shading - organic shapes and objects have always been my strong point, and cloth is neither. I can't draw a straight line with a ruler, it's that bad. But sometimes it's just part of a picture I'm doing and it can't be helped. Like that one. Right now the main subject's dress looks like it needs to be ironed more than anything. So maybe I'll look up some tutorials. Until then, I think I'll do a quick color on a pencil sketch and stick it up here. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6638108/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6638108/ Thu, 29 Sep 2005 20:58:42 PDT
The result has basically been me becoming extremely and unreasonably paranoid. If the spirits of the dead are able to interact with the physical plane, see us, talk to us, then what's stopping them from being perverted? Now I feel like the ghost of Charlie Chaplin or John Belushi or some other chauvenistic male is watching me while I'm showering or grilling steaks on my patio while topless. Well, I don't really do that. It's mostly the shower thing I'm worried about.

Then again I have that pesky skeptical side that I inherited from my harpy of a mother. It tells me "Don't be such a gullible idiot, those voices sound like Peter Frampton making his guitar talk," and I say "Shut up mother you always were a narrow minded crack whore," and she says "Don't tell me to shut up!" and I say "What're you going to do about it you 98 pound waif!" and --

Well, enough of that. You get the idea.

So I'm not really sure what I can do to protect my privacy from the world beyond. Can I hire a professional medium to live in my bathroom and ward off randy souls? Well, that might be creepier.

Oh well. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6632103/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6632103/ Thu, 29 Sep 2005 07:41:37 PDT ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6614622/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6614622/ Tue, 27 Sep 2005 07:39:03 PDT

This job I got yesterday pays $14/hr, 40 hrs/wk. Some people will be like, "That's not that much." Yeah, but you people have all kinds of stupid expenses like credit cards, kids, mortgages and car payments. Guess what I have? NONE, SUCKA! I pay $300/mo rent and $114/mo for insurance, which are both really, really low for living in Colorado. Average rent here is like $900! HAH! It's gonna be like giving a six year old a million bucks! Our lease term comes up October 31st, and we're going to have to get a new apartment closer to where I'll be working, but HELL, we're gonna be living in literally BRAND NEW APARTMENTS with NEW APPLIANCES and NEW CARPETS! And we won't even be living there that long, because we're probably gonna get a house and have his brother Bryce move in when he graduates, before he goes into the Navy. Which will absolutely ROCK! With Mitch's income combined with mine we'll be making about $60,000 a year! Not too bad for two twenty year old punks, eh?

Well, I really shouldn't brag like that, but hey, life was really shitty for a long time and lately it's been slowly getting better. I don't mean to rub it in people's faces. Really. But can you blame me for being happy? What I would actually really like to do is donate to a charity. I mean really donate something significant, like a $1,000. Or maybe do something a little more personal like buy lunch for a hundred homeless guys. Yeah. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6611274/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6611274/ Mon, 26 Sep 2005 19:30:02 PDT
Weeeeell, he kinda just got into a car accident on the way here, bad enough that he had to get his practically new Jeep towed. Which sucks alot of a$$. To top it all off it was his fault, he rear ended somebody, and he had just gotten his license a few months ago! Craptacular or what? Now I have this delicious roast in the oven and he won't even be coming over to eat it.

Oh well. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6603675/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6603675/ Sun, 25 Sep 2005 23:26:48 PDT
PLEASE?!

So I guess my last journal entry weirded out ~niraz. Not to single you out. Yup, I'm weird. That's me. Better than being destructive or institutionalized, I suppose. But I'd be terribly, terribly dull if i wasn't weird. Have you ever met someone who was just totally, completely normal? No quirks, no strangeness? I have and they're boring. in fact they're actually kind of creepy after you hang out with them for a while. Like you take them to a party and they just sit on the sofa and talk about, well, nothing really, to one person, who quickly gets bored and leaves, and that's it. Or the guy you know who never really wants to go put piles of crazy lawn ornaments on the lawn of that one guy's house in the middle of the night to freak out his parents? Or that random person on the bus who you try to talk to but they just say "yeah" to everything you say? Okay, that's just me being annoying. So nyah. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6597350/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6597350/ Sun, 25 Sep 2005 09:43:17 PDT
I remember waaaay back when I chanced upon ASADAE (man, that was a hella long time ago) and I said, out loud to no one in particular, "Holy crap this is messed up $#!7, but it feels so right, but it's so wrong...gah!" despite the crappy grammar and such. Well, even liz realized it was crappy grammar and such.

Anyway.

After a while, I kind of fell out of love with the Sonicverse (a mortal sin!) and actually forgot about it for a couple of years. Yes, entire years. It was a part of my childhood, having the good ol' Genesis and playing Sonic 1 for hours on end to try and avoid my mom, more than anything. So I suppose because it was a part of my life I didn't want to remember, Sonic just sort of fell into that subconscious category.

I was occupied with moving about 8 billion times from one state to the next, 2,000 miles across the country, on my own, away from my accursed drug-addict parents. Anything was better than living with either of them. At this point I really wasn't paying much attention to anything, I just didn't have the psychological resources anymore. No obsessions. I even started to ignore my art. I even stopped drawing for about an entire year. It was a pretty low point for me. I had no imagination left.

Eventually I settled in with a great, sexay guy named Mitch who I still live with and love. He happened to be a bit of a Sonic fan and had the Anime movie. You know the one, it's a white VHS, it has that cat chick Sera, Knuckles wears a Crocodile Dundee hat. Yeah, that one. Well, I found it one day and I said, "Let's watch this!" And we did.

And the rest is sweet, sweet Sonic love history. Well, now it's more like Shadow love. >3 ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6588545/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6588545/ Sat, 24 Sep 2005 09:06:48 PDT I do! I work six days a week, 45 hours, and I get paid for 35! Why? Because I'm stupid and giving up my hard earned cash every week to pay for a humongoid TV I want! Derr! ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6584630/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6584630/ Fri, 23 Sep 2005 19:29:15 PDT

I hate America. I want to defect to Canada. ]]> ~IrisLaRue http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6561239/ http://IrisLaRue.deviantart.com/journal/6561239/ Wed, 21 Sep 2005 09:56:08 PDT
...

Well, now it works.

I've been having crazy dreams about Alan Rickman and flying Kung Fu master prepackaged snacks lately. And Paulownia trees that look like giant prehistoric flowering white asparagus. Do you see why I don't need to do drugs?! At least not on a weekly basis?!

At least my dreams disturb me so much on a subconscious level that I wake up really early in the morning. It makes me not late for work. Why do they disturb me that much? Well...

My dream began with me walking through the poor quarter of what essentially looked like Singapore at sunset in about 1950. The locals were going about their sunset time business, closing up shops and such. I approached an outdoor market that eerily resembled an outdoor MegaFoodMartConglomerate, with tall aisles of food set up in a large courtyard. Most of the food I recognized from my very early childhood in Honolulu - particularly these wafer cookies that some Chinese buffets serve here on the mainland, shelves of prepackaged PoiPoi paste and natto in styrofoam containers. The latter two you usually wouldn't find in any grocery store, there or here.

I browse the aisles out of curiosity. Suddenly, I see a rather disheveled local guy in a blue tunic (think really old samurai movies) running away from something. I pursue, only to find that he is being chased by a flying article of packaged food! I say, "Hey! You in trouble?!" and he says "I must defeat the six Masters!" and I say "Hell yeah, let's get to it!" In total Crouching Tiger style we flip up to the tops of the aisles to do battle with dry goods! The wafer cookies flung forth from the package like deadly shurikens, and I defeated them with a leaping split kick! Hyaaah! And the other guy defeated some shtuff! He was pretty badass! Hyaaah!

Magical dream teleport!

I found myself in a beautiful greenhouse made of pale blue transparent glass. The bright light coming from outside was filtered into an eerie, desaturated blue light (think Minority Report). I was with someone, but I never looked at them. "Are those the giant Paulownia trees?" I asked them. "Yes, they are," they said. Before me were towering, snow white plants that somewhat resembled asparagus, only with many heads that bloomed into gigantic stunning white flowers. In the washed out blue light they were even more beautiful.

I'll continue this later...I must go to work! Mwah!

Mwah, I'm back!

Another magical dream teleport and I was in an old garage, dark and slightly musty, full to the ceiling with junk, the majority of which was old wood scraps. And there, walking toward a door with rickety old steps leading up to it, was Alan Rickman. "OMG Alan Rickman!" I exclaimed, running toward where he stood, momentarily frozen out of fan-girl attack induced fear. "Um, hello," he said, "I really have to go..." and with that, he went through the door and shut it behind him. Oh no, my chance to meet Alan Rickman was at stake! I went up to the door and opened it none too gingerly, only to reveal a rather bizarre dressing room/depressed teenager's bedroom of sorts. It was quite dark, with a very deep blue light barely forcing its way through the cracks between thick curtains.

In the center of the room was a low bed that I assumed, for dream reasons, was a water bed. Alan came out of the walk in closet to my left and said "Oh, you're here." I said, "Nice to see you again! It's been quite a while, though as far as you're concerned, this is the first time we've met, I suppose..." and Alan just sort of gave me a sad look. Then suddenly, Alan Rickman turned into my friend Mikington, and exclaimed "We have to make it look like I died in this bed!" and I said "How?! Here, we'll use cheese, and ketchup for blood, and we'll take chunks of plastic cut from pipes and burn the cheese onto it and smother it in ketchup! Hah!" So we scattered chunks of PVC piping all over the white sheets of the water bed, covered them in cheese, burned the cheese with blowtorches and squirted ketchup all over the whole thing! Yes! They'd never be able to tell! MWAHAHAHAAA!

Then I woke up, and reflected upon my dream, and saw that it was freakin' weird. ]]> ~IrisLaRue