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]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/24315537/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/24315537/ Sat, 18 Apr 2009 21:14:32 PDT
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There are people I don't like talking to at work.

I don't like talking to people who are on their cell phones. If you are on your cell phone, I will not greet you until you hang up. I am not having your attention split in two like that when I am taking time out of my day to help you. And before anyone utters that the customer is always right, I will utter that that is complete bullshit and we all know it.

I don't like talking to people who refer to me as if I'm a group of people. You know what I mean.

"Ya'll sold me a krummy TV."

We did? Oh you mean Best Buy. No, my name is James. You have the wrong posse.

I don't like talking to people who don't speak English. As shallow as that sounds, it is frustrating on both ends of the conversation. I know for a fact, though, if I were in another country and could not speak their language I would not ask for help. I mean, what help is there to give to somebody you can't communicate with? One day, I had in a gentleman who could not speak at all. Instead of trying to use sign language to talk (which I wouldn't understand) he brought a dry erase board and just wrote what he wanted to say. I shook that guy's hand.

I don't like talking to social retards. You know what I mean.

How, are you finding everything alright today?

"No."

Well, what are you looking for?"

"Well mumble mumble," walk away looking at the floor.

Are you serious? Where in the world is that behavior acceptable? And this generally applies to anyone that talks incredibly quiet, or is otherwise socially awkward.

I don't like talking to people who are afraid of salesman. I understand that people don't want to be pressured into a sale. I especially understand they don't want somebody looking over their shoulder when they're trying to think. What I don't understand is why they'd go out of their way to avoid a non-commissioned salesman who kept a respectable distance who was taking the time and effort to help them. You have to talk to a salesman. No, you really do. Want to know why?

"Hey, I'd like to get this tv."

Sorry, we're out of stock. If you'd have talked to me in the first place you would have found out early. Hope you had fun walking around for an hour without needing help, you magically independant person you. Oh, now you're upset. What do I mean we don't have it in stock?

"Why do you even have it on display if you don't have it in the store?"

I'd explain it to you, but you don't want to talk to me.

I don't like talking to large groups of rednecks. Why do they always hang out in packs? And why is there always one guy that thinks he knows more about TVs than me? That guy, I can assure you, is always the loudest one.

I don't like talking to people who want to buy antennas. Antennas are hit and miss. I don't want to discuss with you for an hour whether it will work for you or not. Figure it out. All antennas are pretty much the same, and holy shit are you retarded? Rule of thumb is that if you aren't getting channels, you need a stronger antenna. If you are getting the channels, but the picture is balls, you need an amplifier. Have a nice day, no I don't know if that one works out in the country bye.

I don't like talking to people who are looking for VHS players. Because what the fuck? Is your copy of Surf Ninjas so precious that you cannot bear to part with it? The only legitimate reason to own a VHS player is for home videos, in which case I will sell you a recorder that will transfer VHS over to DVD. No, we don't have just VHS players. But hey, let me check the computer and see if the 90's have any.

I don't like to talk to people who think they're buying a car. No, you don't get a discount because you're paying it all in cash. I mean why would we do that? It's hilarious if you think about it. Poor Billy with his mastercard not getting a discount, but ol' Jonny was smart enough to hit the ATM. Go you! Go kill yourself.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/24025742/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/24025742/ Thu, 02 Apr 2009 15:27:14 PDT
So I'm going back to becoming the manly, giganto Jubeh that you all know and love. Fuck all this emotion bullshit. I'll rip phone books in half. Fuck yes. I'll fight bears while waiting for all these chemicals to even out. That'll get me all calloused up.

As for art, I'm working on a love story about two kids in a ruined city trying to find something to come to peace about. It's not a "soft and fluffy" kind of love story. Think Gone With the Wind, or something like that. Look forward to it, even if the art will be bad. I'm going to do this one no matter what.

And yeah I realize I always say that. My word probably means absolutely nothing to anybody, but this story says something, and it's just what I've been looking for.

Also if you guys have read any good books, please recommend me some.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23895905/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23895905/ Thu, 26 Mar 2009 08:02:42 PDT

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23564539/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23564539/ Fri, 06 Mar 2009 20:55:28 PST
No Evo, no PS3, no fixing my shitty car.

All of what I get is more or less reserved for school.

Sucks.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23478296/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23478296/ Sun, 01 Mar 2009 19:57:46 PST
I liked selling tvs until I found out about "budget". It's just what it sounds like. We're expected to make a certain amount of money while working. It makes a lot of sense, seeing as how Best Buy is a business. But it goes against their entire "no pressure" approach, which they preach everywhere. They pride themselves on being non-commissioned.

So why the pressure on salespeople? Well even if we're not getting paid per sale, we're supposed to lie, cheat, and force everything we can onto you. Not to say that every salesperson is a crooked liar. Far from it. But some of them are.

On the other hand, we're trained to treat customers very well. Any issue we have, we can try and fix. It's a nice change of pace from Wal-Mart's apathy style technique, which is to simply ignore the customer until they threaten to never shop there again. Oh too bad, at least we're not the richest company ever. OH WAIT. But it's nice when I hear a customer talking to a manager about how awesome I have. Whether or not they bought anything.

But yeah, I can't deal with having to keep up with budget goals. It really changes everything. For one, typically you'd teach the customer about TVs and they'd come back and get one after they had thought about it. That doesn't work if you're on a daily goals system. I mean, yeah, it's gonna help eventually. But not today, when I'm expected to make $5000 by myself.

I'm sure I'll get better at it, but right now being a salesman is really lame. I'm not sure I'm meant for it.

Though being a tank is fun. Anybody playing WoW should get on the Underbog and roll with us. If you don't play WoW, at least get the trial version and play with us for a few days. You might like it.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23279397/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/23279397/ Wed, 18 Feb 2009 20:33:45 PST
]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22876735/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22876735/ Wed, 28 Jan 2009 22:59:23 PST
Now I don't exactly know the details, but I believe some guys and I were trying to discover the secret of Jesus, and this town had some clues. To get where we were going, we had to cross this huge tube filled with water. It's hard to explain, but it's from that scene in Akira where they're trying to escape and this guy on a hover bike is trying to kill them. Well we ride on those hover bikes to get across. It would take forever otherwise, as the tube was incredibly long. The particulars of our job fade in and out, but I met a guy named David who looked suspiciously like Jesus, and we sort of hit it off.

Now, as I'm living in this apartment/motel, I meet a lot of new people, including these two girls. The apartments are kind of closed in a 'U' shape like a cul-de-sac, like how I guess most apartments are. But this basically means that everyone hangs out in the middle, so everyone kind of knows each other.

Well I become really good friends with these two girls, and I'm reminded of being 14 again where you like two girls and you don't know which one you like more. Anyway, it becomes really weird and awkward, but I hang out with each one separately and forge two separate romantic relationships. I don't tell either of them about the other one, and feel guilty the entire time.

This all gets really weird when they both invite me to this one apartment room, and then we just don't talk about it at all. It should be obvious to both of them what I'm doing, but they don't mention it. We just eat food, and do normal social stuff. The whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth. It's also worth mentioning that the apartment where we were chilling also belonged to my parents who didn't seem to recognize me. I thought that was weird.

So the next day (I guess. Kind of a blur.) I actually discover the secret of Jesus, and it apparently resides in this Christ-like artifact I found. Well David, from before, takes it from me and runs off. I feel totally betrayed and pissed, because I thought he was cool. So I'm chasing after him, and I drop down into the tube canal, just screaming at him. Then one of his friends drives by with a hover bike, picks David up, and takes off. David is laughing the entire time, and the look in his face was so malicious and real. It was scary, even. So, anyway, I'm left to swim across this gigantic distance, but I'm so upset I do it anyway. I'm just plodding through this mass of water, with just a white light at the end keeping me going.

I finally arrive at the hotel to find out that David has packed up his shit and left. I'm soaking wet and angry, so I go to my room to sleep. As I walk into the building, I get water everywhere and some chick tells me to go outside and dry off. This may or may not have been one of the girls from before. I can't recall. So I wring out my clothes and go to my room, but then I can't remember where it is. I'm walking down this hallway, and it feels really unfamiliar. I don't just want to walk into a random room, and be wrong. But then I notice one door is open, and there I see it. My old Batman blanket from when I was a kid.

This is when I woke up.

Yeah, so people ask me where I get my ideas. I guess fucked up dreams would be the number one source. I'm disappointed that the part with the two girls was never resolved, and I even felt bad about it after I had woken up. It was so weird. Maybe I'll make something out of this.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22724065/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22724065/ Wed, 21 Jan 2009 22:45:07 PST
So get it so we can play.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22218627/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22218627/ Fri, 26 Dec 2008 23:24:49 PST
-Never use the word shall. And don't say "Is it not". Just say "Isn't it".

-Never title anything "Save Me".

-Do not rhyme the words dead, said, and head together.

-Don't use the words terrible, horrible, terrific, or wonderful unless you are describing a situation. Ie. "This weather is horrible". Not, "This movie is horrible".

-Never pantomime any sort of eating or drinking action. Not even food preparation actions.

-In a debate, never state the obvious.

-Do not flirt with girls if you do not understand the concept of subtlety.

-Never gloat about being an atheist.

-Never assume that you are smarter than the person in front of you.

-There is a such thing as a handshake being too firm.

-Eye contact is essential to communicating one on one. Do not stare at the ground, and speak in a sure, clear voice.

-Respect that the Joker was cool before the Dark Knight came out.

-Sweep the leg.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22178294/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22178294/ Wed, 24 Dec 2008 23:11:27 PST
The worst part about selling TVs is that you have limited stock to work with. With 37's and lower, we may have like 10, and possibly more. But not really a whole lot. Normally, that's a pretty good number. When we get to 40's and up, though, we don't have so many. Our backroom is actually pretty small, so most of the time we have to order the bigger TV's. Now I don't expect anybody to know that.

What I do expect people to understand is that if you plan on buying a TV on Christmas eve, do not expect me to have it. It's really that simple. I know you think you're the only one that got our ad with all the great deals in it, but you were still too slow. Sorry. We don't have the 32 inch tv for 10 dollars in stock anymore. Actually, we haven't had it for weeks. Because, you know, smarter people were doing their Christmas shopping early.

So don't gasp when I tell you we don't have an item in stock. And don't get angry when I tell you we can't get them before Christmas. And (I know this is unbelievable) don't ask if I'll get any more in before Christmas...ON CHRISTMAS EVE. Are you serious? Really?

Also, when you find out that the TV you want is in stock, don't ask me if you can buy another TV for the same price as the out of stock one. In what other store can you do that? A flea market, maybe? You can't go into McDonalds and say, "Hey, can I get a Big Mac for the price of a McDouble"?

Where do these people come from?

Also, don't get upset when I tell you that you can order the TV. Even outside of Christmas eve, I get people like this. You see, if we don't have a TV in stock (like I said, we don't always carry the really big ones) we can simply order it. It takes maybe 3-4 days at most. But people will simply not wait. The worst part is that they will be in the store next week still looking for a fucking TV. Hey, good job managing your time pal. You could have had a TV in 3 days, but now you check the store every five seconds just to grab one when we get it in stock.

Also, no I cannot sell you the display. I know you saw somebody buy a display once, but that TV was an open item. Basically, that means it was returned by a customer. The majority of our displays are straight out of the box, and we cannot sell them. Yes, I will go find my manager so he can tell you the exact same thing.

Also, do not get angry at technology. When I start explaining the differences between 720 and 1080p, don't scoff at me like technology is a fad. Don't get upset that you have to replace your shitty old tube tv, and don't get upset when you have to spend 20 bucks on a converter box. I get it. You're old. You're afraid of things you don't understand. I am trying to help you, you get it?

Also, I am not Best Buy. My name is James Harrison. I am a student, an artist, and a human being. Don't ever call me "you guys". I will fucking end you. The customer is not always right. I am not a company. I am not a store. I just sell TVs for a few hours a day.

And I guess I make it sound like all of my customers are horrible, but not all of them are. Sometimes you get just a really cool customer, and they're just fun to talk to. Luckily, they outweigh the weirdos. Also, why does everybody hate plasmas so much? I get like 20 customers saying "Oh my neighbor said plasmas suck".

Hey guess what.

I

am smarter than your neighbor. Okay, that's pretty shallow, but if all you're going by is random gossip, at least allow me to tell you why everything your neighbor says is wrong.

"Hey those tvs do this and that"

Um yeah. 10 years ago.

Also don't buy HDMI cables at Best Buy. Peace out.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22024391/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/22024391/ Tue, 16 Dec 2008 22:30:09 PST
When you're going through your interviews, and then watching the videos at orientation, you get the idea that Best Buy is this wonderful place where your main duty is to help the customer find just what they need. And it is, some of the time.

But the ridiculous amount of mundane tasks appointed to me on a daily basis make Best Buy nothing more than a fast food joint that sells TVs.

Best Buy does not have stockers. We have inventory guys, sure, but most of the stocking is done by us. Most of the time, we get two trucks a week which isn't bad, but sometimes we get more. Or the occasional massive truck. So stocking is not a big deal at all, and I actually enjoy it somewhat.

But there is no room for anything. I wish I could use italics and stress that shit. So there's this popular TV, so you figure we'd get a bunch of those? No way. We get about 20 of the shitty TV that nobody wants, and maybe 3 of the popular one. And now I have to find a place for all these shitty TVs to go, while 20 people come in looking for that one popular TV.

And it is impossible to commit to anything. If you spend half an hour loading a bunch of 37 inches onto the top shelf, get ready for a manager to come by saying that they want them on the floor. After you haul them down again, your supervisor wants them on the top shelf.

Also Best Buy never tells you a goddamn thing. Your schedule may say you get off at 10, but that means nothing. If it's a truck night, expect to work until 2AM, and even if it's not, you're going to be there an hour or more doing whatever random thing your manager wants you to do. This could be anything from moving shit around and then moving it back, helping another department with their massive amount of shit, or cleaning.

Speaking of which, Best Buy doesn't have a custodial staff either. Vacuuming is dumb. Simple as that.

And I understand that there are like a zillion kids out there working at some fast food place that have it way worse than me, but that's the point. Best Buy is supposed to be better. That's all they fucking talk about. "We're the best lol". But despite what the hype machine tells you, Best Buy is just another job.

So as lame as it is, it's just another step towards whatever it is I'm doing in life, which I'm not too sure of. Selling TVs is really fun, though. Maybe somebody will make store where all I do is sell stuff, and not have to do any of the retarded chump work.

Aw well.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/21921907/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/21921907/ Wed, 10 Dec 2008 20:04:09 PST
It maybe snows here once every three years. And not like snow snow. Maybe a little bit, but not like how it looks in the movies (or in other places where it actually really snow snows). But I look outside and all the cars and houses are covered in a thick layer of icey hatred. What is a man to do?

Not that I hate snow or anything. It's just that today has been kind of super lame, and it seems really weird for something so monumental to happen on what would otherwise be another boring day. I've been sick for the last week, and I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now. The thing is, I have no clue what I'm writing.

Like, I know the topic. But I don't know how long it's supposed to be, or how many sources I need. I really have no clue. I wonder if I could just get away with three pages, three sources. Hmm.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/21616520/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/21616520/ Sat, 22 Nov 2008 15:25:09 PST
And I can never wake up in time to get one. I remember staying at a friends house, and keeping myself awake all night and morning just to get an egg mcmuffin. But when I finally reached the McDonalds, they didn't even serve them. I figured it was some sort of sick, super irony, so I think I gave up on them for a while.

But this morning changed everything. I work at Best Buy now, and we had a meeting at 7AM for black friday reasons. At first, I really didn't want to go. Not that I had a choice. It was mandatory. But then I realized the perfect opening I had for getting a meal I had desired for so long.

After the meeting, I was supposed to be picked up by my father. But as it turns out, they were expecting me to call. This is after I told them exactly what time I was going to get off. So after about 15 minutes of sitting out in the cold, I called them, and found out that nobody was on the way.

You might be thinking that sucks. I'm sitting out in the freezing cold because of my parents' combined ineptitude. But it was perfect, because I don't have any money. I can't afford egg mcmuffins, but my parents can.

So with a little guilt trip, and some clever sweet talking, I secured not one; but two mcmuffins!

But now, 6 hours later, I am hungry again.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/21099563/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/21099563/ Tue, 21 Oct 2008 17:44:30 PDT
]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20583584/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20583584/ Sat, 20 Sep 2008 11:01:40 PDT
We camped out at this nice little motel. It was cool, and all. The guys running it were really responsible and helped us out. The best part was that we had power, so during the hurricane I was watching George Carlin.

At home was a lot worse. We didn't have any power, and it was hot as fuck. We got by, though, playing boardgames and shit. Battleship is the most boring game of all time, btw. Note to self: buy better games.

God, the computer screen is hurting my eyes.

Brb.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20436560/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20436560/ Thu, 11 Sep 2008 10:20:30 PDT
And then I have a million people wanting to shove it down my throat. AREN'T YOU SCARED? EEEEEE.

There's a hurricane coming. Yeah, that happens all the time here. I live in a town called BAYtown, right on the motherfucking bay. So yeah, we get hurricanes. Big deal.

Don't get me wrong. Hurricanes suck. But they're not really scary. I'm not afraid to get blown away, or to have my head chopped off by random flying eggs (sharp eggs). I'm not afraid of starving, or running out of water. Call me naive, but I'm more afraid that this one girl I went out with when I was 14 will show up at my door step and say "why did you move away without saying goodbye? How could you just leave like that?"

But yay, everybody's in a panic. I have my media-humping grandma freaking out over this shit (but she freaks out over every fox news report), and my dad is trying for the life of him to book a hotel. I can already tell this is gonna be a fun evacuation trip.

The animosity is building up, and I have people yelling at me over laundry. That's how you know people are scared. So I just sit here, playing my video games like a lazy douchebag, and I have people looking at me like "WHY ARENT YOU HELPING US PANIC?" So I'll toss out something like, "Oh yeah man. That hurricane. That sucks man." And then everyone settles down.

But yeah, whatever.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20087747/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20087747/ Thu, 21 Aug 2008 23:45:03 PDT
Beforehand, I had my friends come over and we crammed some Super Turbo. They're still new to fighting games, so I was teaching them some strategies, and trying to get them used to sticks. I knew I was going to use Guile, and I knew I was going to do some insane turtling, and I felt really prepared.

We ended up there a little late, because my ride had to run some surprise errands for his super lame-ass parents. Turns out we need to sign in to play. We're about #70 in a crowd of 100 people. The worst part is they had this fag DJ just playing loud music, so when they called people's names, it was really hard to hear. So I spent most of my time standing right next to the roll gay. Seriously, whose idea was it to blast shitty house music? Anyway, it took us 2 and a half hours before we were up to play. Needless to say, I only got one game in.

The games were being shown on two big screens, each representing one of the cabs. So EVERYONE was watching. Remember, there are like a 100 guys here, plus their girlfriends and whoever. Also, the people that weren't watching the screens were crowded around the cabs.

So I'm up and I have 20 people looking over my shoulder, and I can just feel them there. My friends are yelling at me to win, all happy and shit. I told them I was gonna take it all.

So I win the first round like it was easy mode. The guy falls for all my tricks. I even land a psychic flash kick, which I hoped would throw him off game.

Second round not so lucky. I didn't even realize how low my life was when he beat me. I thought I was winning. It scared me a bit, because I started to realize how overconfident I was being.

Next round I fucking bombed. Seriously. The guy saw right through me. He out turtled me. I HATE that. I'm used to play rushdown scrubs that are jump-in happy, but this guy just danced around 3S style. I made about a million mistakes, and even got hit by a surprise super.

My friends did worse. One got perfected, and the other was so nervous he just spammed Honda's rapid palms thing until he died.

Still, the game is super fun. And it's really pretty up close. You really have to see it in action before you diss it. It's something, I tell you. I'd kill to play again.

Then on the way home, there was some accident so we got held up in traffic. Insult to injury, man. Seriously.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20047666/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/20047666/ Tue, 19 Aug 2008 18:55:31 PDT
I'm supposed to talk to a lady at sears, since last time it didn't work out. Hopefully I'll have a job. If not, I can't really afford to go to school. ):

Street Fighter 4 is coming to my arcade on thursday. Hopefully I'll get to go, but it's a long drive and my friend's car broke down. We'll see. If anyone's interested, I'll tell them how it is. But you could just go to SRK so *shrug*. Until then, I have to make do with Alpha 2. I'm even playing *shudder* 3S, just for kicks.

Everybody, read Ex Machina. Do eet. It's about the mayor of New York, who was formerly a superhero. So yeah, he used his past to get into office, kind of like. Oh Iduno. Regan, Ventura, Swharternzeheagerearr, and a bunch of countless doods.

It's half politics, half superhero. So even if you don't like either genre, it's an amazing piece of work. Not your typical spandex bullshit. Oh, and the art is really gorgeous.

And happy birthday karen. Talk to me tomorrow for your gift.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19838340/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19838340/ Fri, 08 Aug 2008 02:18:44 PDT
I'm outside and there's just this one guy messing around with what looks like bombs. He says, "One day we'll look back on this day and laaaaaugh," as he skips off with the detonator. I figure I should get out of there. I go the opposite direction of the man, because following crazy people can only lead you to more crazy people.

The street looks strangely gray this morning. The lamp lights are on even though it isn't dark. Probably somebody's mistake. You'd think they were automated or something. There are only a couple people walking around, but it's kind of early and thick. I decide to skip breakfast, because I feel a greater power urging me on.

The park is greener than the streets are, but just as empty. One guy plays with his dog, and an old man reads a newspaper at his bench. A weak breeze rolls in, so the old man decides to read indoors, and the guy with a dog gets frustrated by his Frisbee going askew. The grass shrieks and cracks under my feet, but I am relentless in my walk. Something awaits me on the other side of the park.

I arrive at my destination and stop. The breeze hurts against my freshly brushed teeth. I lick them. The wind gets stronger and stronger, and leaves beat against my face. I hold my hand up to keep my hair from disturbing my eyes. I feel my thin frame wavering, and my feet slip a little.

I feel something behind me. An explosion, probably strong enough to destroy a building. I feel it against my back, like a little push. I'm a little kid again sitting on a swing set. I snap back into reality, where all I hear is people laughing and a few not saying anything at all. I look up at the clouds, but they don't respond. I look down at the ground, and I find my answer. An 'X' at my feet.

I was scratching my head and I didn't notice. My fingernails are red, and my head feels tender. It stings when I rub it. My train of thought crashes out of boredom. I wonder how long I'm supposed to wait. I rub my fingers against my forehead in anticipation. But then he arrives.

"You look painted up," he says, pointing to my reddened brow, "are you that happy to see me?"

I shake my head, and walk along side him as people watch.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19545409/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19545409/ Tue, 22 Jul 2008 21:37:22 PDT
Movie was great. Go see it if you haven't. Really brilliant piece of work. You have to appreciate the Joker's brilliant schemes. Plans so smart, yet they require an insane amount of luck and charisma.

I always walk out of these movies hoping that just a few people will be converted to reading comics, but those are pretty high hopes for an underrated media. Poor comics. Read them, buddies. READ THEM.

I have writers block. Like baaaad. I've been scribbling out random Batman drawings, but really nothing worth thinking about. It's really annoying being able to do something one day, and not the next. Fills me with rage.

I'm trying to make up for it by writing more. But what's the point of writing comics if I can't draw them? Aw well. GG life. GG.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19378847/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19378847/ Sun, 13 Jul 2008 20:04:15 PDT
It started with this really annoying girl in my house. I have no idea who she was, but she was a pain in the ass to deal with. I could see in my family's face that we were being forced to watch her or something. The worst part was that she was my age, not a little kid.

So this girl is being annoying, and the dogs start messing with her. She get's upset and walks over to the door. She goes, "I'll do it!"

I'm watching, thinking there's no way she'll do it. But she does. She opens the door and our dogs get out.

So I scream "What the hell!?" and bolt outside. Suddenly the world is completely new to me. It looks nothing like my neighborhood, but the dream version of me doesn't seem to notice.

Some random kid next to my house says, "Hey, you should ask those kids over there playing baseball."

So I look around, and there's a bunch of little kids an old people playing baseball. It looks like a birthday party. I walk over, and I ask the third basemen if he's seen a dog around here. He says yeah, but then he points at this giant ugly dog. So I'm like, "Uh. Any other dogs?"

Well, they haven't seen dogs so I keep walking. I end up at a school. It looks nothing like my school, but there a lot of people I know. This is where I discover the first apostles.

One I recognize as an old friend's brother. We've never even talked, though. The other guy looks like his friend.

The friend's brother casually mentions that I should be looking over there, and he points. I kind of just shrug it on an keep walking.

Then, I see a couple of my friends from school. I try to ignore them, because I'm busy, but they start talking. I'm really far away, but I can hear them as clear as day.

"Is that James Harrison? He's walking kind of fast, but he's going the right way."

So, I get to this giant swimming pool. I don't know what the fuck it's doing there, but it's blocking my only path. So I see this guy I knew in elementary school. He's the next apostle. I don't know how I know that they're 'apostles'. I just do, and I choose to follow them.

So this guy grabs onto this gate around the pool, and starts shimmying along. I start to follow him. It's kind of hard, but I get in the groove. Then, suddenly, he turns around and starts coming towards me. I don't know what to do, so I do this crazy ninja move and jump around him.

He says, "Nice jump," and goes on about his business.

I get across, and suddenly I'm on this road. My mom pulls up, and I get in the car. There's two guys in the back, but for some reason our car has three rows of seats.

Mom says she needs to do something, so she stops the car in the middle of the road and walks out. So I'm freaking out, because people are honking and stuff.

One of the guys in the back says, "move the car". So I get behind the wheel. Have a I mentioned I'm scared as shit about driving?

So I'm trying to figure out where to park so that my mom can find me. I end up at this restaurant. We get out of the car, and go in, and my mom is sitting at a table. I don't even really question it either. We eat and then take off.

I'm sitting in the back with the other guys, describing my journey to them. That's when I realize that they're the final apostles. We get home, get out of the car, and they walk off. I start to follow them a bit, but they're gone. But where they left, my dogs are just chilling.

End of dream.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19364831/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19364831/ Sun, 13 Jul 2008 01:23:12 PDT
So after a month of staring at the Super Bowls, wishing they tasted better, I took matters into my own hands.

SUPER RAMEN RECIPE

Aight. Boil you some water. While you're doing this, go ahead and play Halo or whatever.

Take the ramen mixture thing (the flavor pack) and pour it into a wee bowl. Drop about a spoonchunk of butter or vegetable oil in it, along with whatever flavor you like. Soy sauce, what have you. Set this aside.

Afterward, pour the water into the Super Bowl (or whatever ramen you're using). Typical ramen procedure. Now, using the heat that you boiled the water with, fry an egg or two. I like mine over easy. Make sure you cook them right, so that the yolks become solid (considering you don't break them).

Now, any meat will do here. I used pork, but a hot dog or bologna would work. Anything really. So, fry it and cut that AND the eggs into pieces. If you cooked the eggs alright, the yolk shouldn't explode everywhere (unless you want that). Now drown your ramen, because it should be cooked by now.

Now take your wee bowl, and let it microwave for about 30 seconds. You should have sort of a sauce. So pour the sauce into your ramen bowl.

Then add the meat/eggs over it.

Viola. Super Ramen.

Peace.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19347307/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19347307/ Sat, 12 Jul 2008 01:53:35 PDT
Anyway, I'm teaching myself how to cook so I thought I'd give you guys a recipe.

Okay, boil some eggs. I usually use about 3. Chill them in some cold water, and peel them. Cut them in a way where you can get the yolk out, and pour the yolks into a separate bowl. Now cut the whites up into little square.

In your yolk bowl, mix in some mayo and dijon mustard. About a spoonful of each. THEN drop a can of tuna in there. Mix it all up, to where it's a nice mushy substance and pour the egg whites back in. Mix it up moar. I like to do it this way because I find the white are the most delicious, and I don't want to hide the taste.

Use whatever else you like. I like to drop in paprika, and even some tabasco because I'm a crazy bitch. I used to chop up onions and include them, but I found not everyone likes that. They don't complain about other stuff though.

Then you just let it sit in the fridge for a bit.

Really easy stuff for a party. Should make maybe 6 or so sandwiches, depending on how much you use. Cut them up into triangles, and feed your fat friends.

The only problem is that the tuna is kind of overbearing. So you can either only use half a can, or simply just use more eggs and stuff. Either way, it'll smell bad but taste good.

Laterz.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19226933/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/19226933/ Sat, 05 Jul 2008 22:35:55 PDT
So, my friend and his brother came over, and we were having a pretty good time playing Halo, despite Halo being an annoying shitty game. Then, my friend gets a call from one of our other friends to go pick him up from the mall. So I'm like, "What're you? His driver?"

And he pretty much is.

So we get halfway to the mall to pick him up, but it turns out he's not even there. So we have to turn around and go to the gamestore. Then, we have to sit around in the gamestore because one of HIS friends wants to buy a game. He doesn't buy a game. We're there for 45 minutes.

We decide where we're going to eat, but we're all broke so that means McDonalds. We get to Mcdonalds, and the kid we're driving is pissed for some reason. So, he gets on top of the car and starts stomping on the roof screaming, "FUCK YO CAR NIGGA". That would've been hilarious any other day, but it was hot and we were all pissed.

So, I say we should bail, but my friend is too nice, so we don't.

So we go to this one guy's house, and we're supposed to be playing games or something. But we end up sitting on his fucking couch for 2 hours doing nothing. It was actually worse than doing nothing, because he had shitty korean pop music playing. It got a little better when more people showed up, but still. Gawd.

Also, it turns out he doesn't want to play games. He wants to hit the clubs. So whatever. We leave.

We eventually got back to my house, and the rest of the day was better. But srsly, some people.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/18670327/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/18670327/ Wed, 04 Jun 2008 21:14:40 PDT
I've been reading a lot of comics, lately. Cap, Hellblazer, Sandman. Just reading whatever I can get my hands on .

I even managed to snag a copy of the Warriors novel for 25 cents. I didn't even know the movie was based on a novel. Rad, indeed.

I forgot what I was gonna write about. D:

Umm. *Looks around*

Well, I'm starting a Young Simon comic, soon. It'll be done like Sandman or Jing: Twilight Tales. Basically, I'm just gonna draw out all the short stories I've written, along with some new ones. I'll be taking it really slow. It'll be my opus, ya'mean jellybean.

And if you haven't already, check out the Detective Jubeh comic at MT, which is also moving painfully slow.


I have a job interview at Sears on friday, which I hope I don't screw up because very subscription I've ever had seems to be ending this month. Hm. Almost as if orchestrated by some evil mastermind.

Speaking of, I'm playing City of Heroes. They're giving out 15 day trials, and since I don't ever play MMO's for more than a couple weeks, I thought I'd do it. I have a giant greaser guy with a robot arm named Super Franky, and a Japanese school kid with a katana named Origami Ito (with healing powers and super jumping). And a much more traditional villain named Snowgun, who has ice powah. Pretty rad game.

I guess that's it. *Fizzle*

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/18400400/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/18400400/ Mon, 19 May 2008 14:28:36 PDT
]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17719483/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17719483/ Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:00:37 PDT
Today's not particularly emo, but I thought I'd take the initiative to write shit down, because I don't really do that anymore. Though, I SHOULD be able to, because I don't work anymore and really need shit to do.

Living in a retarded factory town, sucks. We have Wal-Mart. That is it. That and a chemical plant. So either bust your ass for minimum wage, or work for good money and never have the time to see your family. Win/win amirite.

I draw samurai armor a lot. I don't think it's any sort of fixation. I suppose it's just easy for me. Most people don't know what accurately depicted armor looks like, so I can cheat.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17588431/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17588431/ Sun, 30 Mar 2008 11:26:42 PDT
[link]

Check out the rules here. They're long, but the game is basically rock paper scissors with parries. Lawl.

Nobody really seems to be interested, though.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17369721/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17369721/ Sun, 16 Mar 2008 20:01:45 PDT
Life's the same as usual. For those that don't know, I no longer have a job. So I'm looking for one, all the while being thrashed by my parents because I'm not working. It's nice having time to do stuff, though. I don't know when it happened, but I somehow developed a mental block where I couldn't start anything, because I was figured I wouldn't finish it by the time I had to go to work. It's ironic, because even though I was working, I never got anything done.

I'm getting that feeling that nobody wants to talk to me. You know that feeling, like, when it seems like you're just intruding. D: And you try to fix things, but you make them worse. Maybe I'm just paranoid.

Sometime this week I'm having a Smash party. Hopefully it works out, but I doubt it.

I can't sleep, lately.

I'm bored.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17315002/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/17315002/ Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:00:38 PDT
]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16761852/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16761852/ Wed, 06 Feb 2008 21:18:26 PST
If you haven't been doing your homework, I'll give you an update. I'm currently taking part in the RPM Challenge, which basically means I have to record an entire record in one month. Though, I'll be the first one to admit that I'm not a very good musician, I'd still like you guys to give the songs a listen and tell me what you think. Check it out.

[link]

Also, if anyone's interested in starting a new comic, Storm Riders is a really good read. The best part is that Amazon has a lot of volumes that cost less than a dollar a piece. Of course, shipping comes out to around 5 or 6 bucks. But you're basically paying less than 10 dollars for a book that cost 20 when it came out. And trust me, the comic is worth it.

Anyway, ring me up guys. I'm bored.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16435037/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16435037/ Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:30:53 PST [link]

We're making MT trading cards. Everyone come and make one.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16377952/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16377952/ Sat, 12 Jan 2008 19:49:21 PST
For some reason, I'm reminded of the end of DBZ where Goku couldn't get anybody to raise their hands for the Spirit Bomb. /nerd

If any MT members are reading this, and want to know exactly what we're doing about AJ, and why we are doing things that way, they can PM me. That is, if you can't use your head and figure it out yourself.

Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
I do not care if he comes back. He's already won
Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
They're falling in to his trap OVER, AND OVER
Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
It would be different if it were some kid on an AOL account that had never trolled before
Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
But Aj's been everywhere.
General Alexander Hamilton says:
*nods*
Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
Every post they make thinking they're smart, he's giggling about.
Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
Every post they make telling him he's wrong, he's showing to his friends and laughing about.
Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
He's eating cereal at a desk right now, fucking laughing his ass off.
Jubeh - Legendary Cart Pusher. says:
And they think they've won.

/rant

Okay, I'm done. But srsly.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16064324/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16064324/ Sun, 23 Dec 2007 19:32:52 PST
So, presents. My dad was the only one that got me anything, but what he got me was jawesome. o: Sun Tzu's "Art of War", and a statue of Toyotomi Hideyoshi's helmet. Omgbadass. The helmet is especially cool, as it looks JUST like his real one. Right down to the peacock dealies. Go to MT if you want to see pictures of it. D:

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16001547/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/16001547/ Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:14:34 PST
Anyway, Cake and I are starting a comic. I think I might've mentioned it. D: Either way, it's a different one than what we started with. We're doing the Evil Cake comic that he posted on MT. I'm running through designs as we speak.

And I think I might go digital. I don't know yet. My favorite penciler is now doing everything in Photoshop, and it all looks like real pencils, so I have no excuse other than money.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15784691/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15784691/ Mon, 03 Dec 2007 19:17:37 PST
]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15425843/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15425843/ Thu, 08 Nov 2007 19:34:34 PST
I'm reading a lot, lately. Stephen Colbert's "I Am America", Joseph Ellis's "American Creation", and "Gates of Fire" by Stephen Pressfield. They're all pretty good.

Today's been pretty eventful. I often find myself in the middle of some sort of emotional battle, and it's never my fight. I'm wondering why I keep taking these blows, but I just figure it makes me tougher. I come from a place where loyalty meant nothing, and I try to go against that. I think I'm a pretty good person. I mean, that's what I strive for. Most of all, I want to be considered a real man, and not some waste of a human body.

Read Katekyo Hitman Reborn! It's hilarious. I love the transformation where Tsuna's clothes fly off. It reminds me of Papillon Mask, who is one of my favorite manga characters of all time.

Fight to protect! Only victory is acceptable. Jubeh is out.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15308113/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15308113/ Wed, 31 Oct 2007 20:12:35 PDT
Tomorrow, I'll be getting my first paycheck since I've started school that I'll actually be able to keep. The last few paychecks have been going to paying for school, and all the money my parents keep asking for. So, hopefully, I can get the new Guitar Hero and some books I've been after.

Also, I still haven't played that fucking card game. But bah! I found a book at work about the world's greatest warriors. I may get it, Iduno.

I don't have a ride home from school anymore, and since dad has so many doctor's appointments, it's getting harder and harder for me to manage time. Iduno what I'm gonna do. I don't have many people to rely on. D: THANKS GUYS.

Anyway, enough emo sob stories. In two hours, November starts. That means Soy-Boy. WAIT FOR IT.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15013790/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/15013790/ Thu, 11 Oct 2007 11:19:34 PDT
Though, one awesome thing happened. I was talking to my friend Mitch about this old Playstation game I was looking for and a few days later, somebody gave it to him. It's totally crazy. So yeah, he gave me the game. It's awesome.

So anyway, projects I have coming! Soy-Boy is being started as we speak. I'm writing scripts, outlines, and designing characters. Also, I'm making a small children's book. The subject? Me. :0 Because I'm an egotist.

Also, I just discovered this card game called Anachronism. It's a card game that pits historical figures against each other. >D I want to play it, but my parents keep sucking money out of me. Maybe next week. If any of you would buy some cards, I'd be super grateful. <_<

Later.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/14934070/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/14934070/ Fri, 05 Oct 2007 22:40:49 PDT
Oh, anyway, I'm starting a comic this NOVEMBER. Get ready for it, doodz. Anyone reading this probably noticed that I haven't really updated my gallery in a while. Well, that's mainly because I haven't done anything other than sketches. D:

But if you want to see them -
[link]

There are some drawings there. ^

So I'm balancing school, work, and friends but I still have time to chill if anyone wants to hit me up. No, srsly. I'm bored.

Also, EVERYBODY needs to read Jozobad Saves the World: [link]

It starts out weird, but it gets a lot better. READ IT.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13666000/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13666000/ Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:41:14 PDT
Well, we jumped on the Myspace bandwagon: [link]

If you read the blog entry, it gives the reasoning behind the "Hell Is" song. Just thought you'd like to know.

I hate for it to seem like I'm plugging my band, but I am. D:< Now go listen. D:< D:< D:<

Honestly, though. I'd like honest opinions, so if you'd just listen that'd be awesome.

>_> Oh, and add us. *Teehee*

*Runs off*

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13426714/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13426714/ Wed, 20 Jun 2007 23:54:02 PDT
Cool.

So lemme sum up things for me with a few short phrases and words. D:

Confusion
Loneliness
Combating shyness
Awkwardness
Musically orgasmic

D:

So I started a band, you know. We're called Lucky Raccoon. Just two of us right now, but we're gonna try gigging soon. Chances are we'll steal our entire set list from old blues men. Surprisingly enough, I've become better at guitar in these few weeks than I have since I started playing. So yey.

Otherwise, I'm completely confused about things. I don't really want to go into detail, but it involves me being a boy and being completely oblivious in dealings with the opposite sex. But I'm working on growing a pair and just taking a few blows if I have to. You get a nickel if everything works out for me. o:

My job still sucks. D: We have to wear khakis now which, frankly, do not agree with me. Also, management decided to make me full-time WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME. I'm working on getting it sorted out though. Fuck. But they hired some new kids and they're awesome. They're both great to talk to and are probably the only reason I haven't gone completely insane. Well, they actually hired 3 kids, but the last one turned out a failure. Iduno even know if she left yet, but nobody wants her there.

I just heard Dolly Parton's version of "Stairway to Heaven". It totally blew my mind.

Otherwise, things are working out fine for me. Except I'm broke. D: I gotta stop buying dinner for people.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13101520/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13101520/ Sat, 26 May 2007 13:35:32 PDT
"vertical line to the right of the first six, work-"

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you reach?

My Slayers VHS's D:

3. What is the last thing you watched on tv?

Fairly Odd Parents.

4. Without looking, guess what time it is.

3:20

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?

3:26 D:

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

The hissing sound a toilet makes after it flushes. >_>;

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

Ages ago. I was camping out for the Renaissances Festival.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?

My wiener. But srsly, I don't remember. D:

9. What are you wearing?

Jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I look very hot. ;D

10. Did you dream last night?

I don't remember. D:

11. When did you last laugh?

Thursday night. <33333333333

12. What are on the walls you are in?

Shitloads of posters.

13. Seen anything weird lately?

Acne. D: Not weird, but frustrating.

14. What do you think of this quiz?

It's boring. There's no room for creative answers. D: I might just start answering questions with "My wiener".

15. What is the last film you saw?

My wiener. >_> Or Shrek 3. You choose.

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?

Considering I earned it, Iduno. I'd probably spend it on people I knew.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.

I think I was supposed to be born a girl.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

We need cooler hats for people with big heads.

19. Do you like to dance?

>_>

<_<

I do this dance where I'm pretending to play the fiddle. It's totally catching on. ;D

20. George Bush:

Is my uncle.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

.... You know I'm 19, right? D:

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

Wang. >_>

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?

Maybe. D:

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?

"Where all the white women at?"

*Snicker*

25.Tag six people who must also do this in THEIR journal:
John Lennon, Ghandi, Kurt Cobain, JFK, Abraham Lincoln and Kitty.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13057963/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/13057963/ Wed, 23 May 2007 01:05:55 PDT _>; I just like to write and I need somewhere to leave my thoughts lying around. But if you do read it, keep in mind that I'm just a normal, 19 year old guy. Okay? I'm trying really hard to say EXACTLY what's on my mind but it's frustrating when I know that anybody could read this. But that's what art is, right? It's exposing yourself to the world and being critiqued. Yup.

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I don't have time to deal with every 40 year old man whose dick is falling off.

There's days when I wish I could just say, "Hey. Everyone hates you. Why don't you just stop?" But that would be mean, and could possibly cost me my job. Possibly. Ha. That reminds me of high school when a substitute teacher told me that teachers were allowed to give detentions for any reason. I applaud those that sipped that wine of power and went back to their business. The other half, though, needn't bother with me because (in all honesty) my brain blocks out every molecule of bullshit that spews from their mouths.

So I'm sifting through masses and finding my way around cars when I see that my head has made everything so much bigger than it really is. Seeing a shopping cart rolling through my neighborhood would set me off like a timebomb that the hero couldn't stop.

"Don't take things so personally," dad says. He's right, I guess. I'm a cart-pusher, but only for a few hours a day. Off the clock I'm a boy among men, man among boys (or whatever) and the last thing I think about is whether or not the bays are full. Years of sexual frustration, dating prudes, dealing with the general populous of ugly people (that I fear I may become) and being fat have made me into what I never wanted to be. An artist.

Okay, so I always wanted to be an artist. But not an 'artist' artist. You'll never see me wrap a spoon in duct tape and make a million dollars off of it. But then again, you may see my composing bullshit, pretentious poetry in a sad attempt to express myself. Myself - which was never very interesting to begin with. Attention whoring, egotistical, pseuod-narcissistic Jamesie wandering around like, "Hey, how come nobody loves me? Oh yeah, I suck".

I hate to be so self-depricating, but I have boobs for fucksakes. It pains me to know that some little girl right now is experiencing puberty and just now gaining what I've had forever. Also, my nipples are huge (but you don't care about that). And the thought of going bald scares me more than a 10-inch wang scares a 4 foot tall, petite virgin girl.

I need somebody to fix me. Somebody mature and responsible, with experience in things. You know what I mean by things. Yeah, you do.

"James, your father's going to hell because he listens to Kiss."

C'mon, give me a break. No child needs to hear that. I can't begin to list off the awful, awful shit adults told me when I was little. I didn't think of it at the time, but some people should just not be allowed to talk to children. Also, to my mother: No, my room is not clean. But I'm a fucking brilliant child, godammit. Stop hitting me.

No, my mom didn't beat me without reason. Her reasons were just retarded, and I think it reflects my ability to make decisions to this day. I like to think that I've nulled the effects she had on me but the very fact that girls scare me and I can clearly comprehend nearly all broken-english accents scares the fuck out of me. Cockroaches also frighten me. I saw one a few minutes ago and I hit the ground like a cheetah. Holy shit.

But I honestly have to say that I'm happier than I used to be. Things are actually kind of working out for me. College in the fall seems like I may actually have a future. Wal-Mart hired two new cart-pushers, though I don't expect them to last a week. They're both minors and the job can be downright daunting. But you never know.



I can't believe I wrote all this. I'm going back to googling cures for frizzy hair. Bye.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12809676/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12809676/ Tue, 01 May 2007 22:27:46 PDT
So I was pushing carts and whatever. I had just come back from lunch, and because of the new manager's rules (which I can explain if need be. Yeah right. >_>; ) the parking lot looked like shit. So I was tossing the baskets into corrales (FOR FUCKSAKES, PEOPLE. Anybody reading this journal: Just take the 4 second walk over to the corrale and put your basket in there. It makes things SOOOO much easier) and this dude walks up to me.

"Do you know the price of cologne around here?"

I was kinda startled. You know, it was a really vague question. So I did the standard, "I'm just a cart-pusher. I don't know about any of that stuff" line, and went back to my business.

"You like music?"

EH!? Now he's got my attention. You see, it'd be one thing if I was wearing a Beatles shirt or something, but I wasn't. But then again, who doesn't like music? So I say, "Yeah."

"All kinds?"

"Uh. I guess."

"Lemme give you my cd."

So I follow him over to his car. I'm pretty sure I'm about to get robbed, so I stay a good distance. He starts rummaging through his car. He looks all over, when he pulls out a Food Town bag with a single CD-R in it.

He asks me my name and stuff and write a note on the inside of the jewel case. Now, I'm pretty freaked. Shit like this NEVER happens to me. Never.

So we start talking about music. Well, HE starts talking. I think I may have got in a word or two. He talks about the old days (weed, chicks) and other things.

He asks me how old I am. I tell him.

"Boy, when I was your age I was shipped off to Vietnam".

Now, don't get me wrong. Cart-pushing is shitty. But nothing compared to Agent Orange and nails up the leg. XD So, he's got me hooked on this story about how he came down to Houston, and started a band that eventually failed. Then he says this:

"With music, you can't give up. You're 18?"

I correct him.

"19? See, I'm 58, man. Yeah. You can't give up on the music."

I can't give up? WHOAAA. Wait. I'm sure he was speaking to me in generalities but HOW the FUCK did he know I was a musician? Now, I may be reading too much into things, and maybe he could just tell by looking at me, but I now I was really listening. I could only assume that I was picking up what he said the wrong way, and that he was saying that I shouldn't give up on my dreams regardless of whether they involved music or not.

So, I mention that I'm a musician.

He kinda does the "Yeah huh" thing I'm known for. Okay, so he totally blew me off. So, now I know he knows. There was no hint of suprise in his face, no interest in hearing about my story. He was here to talk about MUSIC. He knew who he was talking to. I suddenly realize something.

When he shook my hand, he did this weird, intricate shake. Now, since I started trying to fingerpick, the nails on my right hand are very long, while my left hand nails are very short. While shaking my hand, he grasped in a way where I was basically stabbing his hands with my nails. Dude was a country guitarist. He knew this shit. I wouldn't be suprised if he noticed the skin peeling off of my fingertips.

We talk more, even though I should be working. He tells me stories of Elvis, Hendrix, Buddy Holly. All sorts of dudes. Talks about the industry, genres and such. Then he tells me that he spent 7000 dollars making this cd. It's only 2 songs, but the musicians he brought in were pro.

He wasn't lying. This cd is professional quality. The sound, the recording, everything was high budget. And it was HIM singing on the cd. I know, because he sang for me a couple times. >_>; So, unless he went to some, crazy, country karaoke studio and made this, he poured alot of money into this project. Again, he tells me not to give up and that he's living proof (as if he were famous or something).

So, we shake hands again and I get back to work. I'm completey speechless, so I'm wandering around when Ed shows up.

I tell him what happened and he says, "Do you believe in angels?"

Pfffffffffffffft.


Edit: I put together some conceptual, religous art. ;D

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Don't bother with it if you're offended by this stuff.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12674072/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12674072/ Fri, 20 Apr 2007 22:57:39 PDT
So, anyway, I learned a song. "While my guitar gently weeps," by George Harrison/The Beatles. Learning songs is fun. XD The song itself is brilliant, if you haven't heard it.

Also, I drew something. In don't plan on posting it up here because it didn't turn out very good, but you can see it in my art thread at MT. If you'd be so kind as to critique it, I'd be very happy.

Things are changing for me, and I've been thinking alot. I'm kind of tired of being glued to a computer screen. Maaaybe.. just maybe, I should get a life.

>_> For lack of a better term. I don't do much aside from work, play games, and play guitar. D: But I don't really know what else there is to do. At least, without a car.. or people. D: Alot of my 'friends' are just online friends. And that's fine, because they're true friends and I see them as valuable people in my life. But I can count the number of real life friends I have on one hand. D: OMG D:

That's not good, I don't think. >_>;;; So school is my only option. Or something like that. Something public.

I guess what I'm trying to say is.. I won't be around alot. Not around here, anyway. Though I like it. Things need to change, and I'm the only one that can do that. <3

Sorreeeeeeeee.

Like you care. >_>

Love, Jubeh.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12626807/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12626807/ Tue, 17 Apr 2007 00:47:51 PDT
I DONT KNOW.

Maybe when you discover that one of your role models is Satan, it does something to you. But hey, whatever. Now what really bothers me is that though I hate the guy, I absolutely LOVE alot of the music he composed in the Beatles. His solo stuff is shit. Yes, you heard me. But in all seriousness, "A day in the life" is the greatest song of all time and no way will I ever be able to trump that. John Lennon has beaten me, and I wasn't even born when he wrote the song. Also, I'm buying his signature guitar. I don't know why.

Gas masks look really cool. I'm thinking of getting one, but Iduno where I'd get it. Looking at you, Reg. A surplus store, maybe?

Also, I think it's about time I grew balls and start playing at open mic nights or something. It's one thing to compose, but to become an entertainer I'll actually have to get off my ass. Not so good for a shy, little boy such as mahself. But it has to happen sooner or later.

Lately I've felt a little empty. Iduno. I need something to do that doesn't involve a parking lot or effort.

Give me ideas, people.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12463724/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12463724/ Wed, 04 Apr 2007 22:44:02 PDT _>

My gallery is awful. When I talk to other artists, I try to avoid mentioning my dA because I don't think it reflects my best work.. but then again, the majority of my work is on here. The obvious problem:

I'm just not very good.

I think my standards have grown faster than my skillz have, and it's reflecting my mood. So I'm doing what I can to get better. This includes... College. D: So there. Once I can get everything sorted out, it's a simple as going.. right? Maybe, Iduno. >_>; I still need somebody to explain it all to me.

I still find beauty in all things. My Wal-Mart job has been a blessing and a curse. While on one hand, I meet the most amazing and interesting people. Including the terrible ones, which I'm still glad to have encountered. But on the other hand, I feel old. XD I feel like if I don't do something RIGHT NOW I'm gonna be trapped there forever. And that's just not gonna work out. I'm coming to the realization that I may not have a future. But then again, I've gotten out of tighter jams.

So back to art. D: I wanna express myself, but without the skill to do so, I feel limited. The images that float around in my head are violent, and energetic. Getting them on paper is near impossible, though. I need to cross this gap before I get trapped here. Lawl. If I knew punctuation, maybe people would mistake me for a good writer. *Points to previous sentence*

I've since tried expressing myself in other ways. Playing the guitar is fun and all, but I'm not good at that either. x_x And poetry. Ugh. It's either too easy or too hard. Or maybe there's something I'm missing. Either way, it seems like the easy way out.

So here's me pouring my heart and soul out onto paper. I hope you all like the results. Who knows? Maybe I'll get more than 2000 page views. D:

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12344229/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12344229/ Tue, 27 Mar 2007 00:22:51 PDT
So I was looking at the programs that Lee College offer, and I hate it. ;o; Why do I have to take Texas history to get a Visual Arts Degree? Ugh. I need somebody to explain this to me. And, I mean, it doesn't seem THAT expensive. But who knows, right? What's important is that even if I don't get a good job, and I end up being miserable, at least I can say I went to college. >_>

Among other things. I hate the emo-ness I'm experiencing as of late, but it seems unavoidable.

Ed saw me smiling today, and told me that's how I should always look. I should always be happy. I mean, cmon, if it were up to me, you know? I explained to him about the coming of age thing, and he agreed. He told me that it was very mature of me to think like that. But I don't think he approved of my panic attacks. D: Otherwise, I'm pretty content with things. I've gotten pretty good at avoiding drama, though I've always been good at that. Seriously, smiling could stop a war if you know how to do it right.

Have you ever done a puzzle, and then realized that you had made too many mistakes and wanted to reset it? That's how I kinda feel, I guess. I just don't want to hurt anyone, or make things worse. But I guess if you want to make an omelette, you have to.. D: Uh. Preheat the pan? Also, I suck at making omelettes.

In art: Wow, I can't draw shit. Srsly. I've been trying to draw Nobunaga, but it just won't happen. Damn that European armor. O:< Armor in general is too fucking hard to draw. Whoever invented armor should have considered the artists that would have to draw it in the future. D: What a bunch of lamers. I've reverted back to my guitar playing, and though I'm out of practice, I still enjoy it very much. Everyone always tells me to play what I feel, and I always sound better when Im feeling complicated. But then I cant draw. But hey, maybe I'll record some of my quasi-blues-folk-bullshit for people to mock. >_> That's what life's about. Learning through humilitation.

And being handsome.

I have 400 dollars, as of today. D: Still figuring out a way to get that Pokemon game.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12330042/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/12330042/ Sun, 25 Mar 2007 23:05:17 PDT
I'm so confused lately. It's hard for me to just sit down and say what I want to say, because there's things I cant say to certain people, and things I need to say to others. I really hate being such a bastard (son of Barney).

Lately, when I close my eyes, I see a number of things. Mostly consisting of very tall trees, and ponytails. Not at the same time, though. I can't understand it, but it gives me that annoying feeling in my chest that brings back memories of being a loser all the time. I'm satisfied with being a part-time loser as of now.

Peoples' eyes change. I can see it. I never notice until the transformation's complete. I know it can't be an overnight thing, but it seems that way. Maybe I'm ignorant. Or maybe it's just really hard to know when you're paying too much attention to something, or not enough attention at all.

I have this bad habit of digging myself into holes. I'm not good at thinking far ahead. Well, you know. THAT far ahead. Obviously, if I was, I'd be in college or something. That or just not wasting my life in general.

I see in black, with tiny hints of color. And when I open my eyes, it's always gray. Gray and dull. Always dirty. Always loud. But nobody's ever around.

Why is it that simple questions are so hard to ask? And simple tasks are so unnerving to accomplish? If I were dead, and I could walk around, I would follow other peoples' lives. You know, see how they cope with their problems.

I can't trust TV anymore. I'm not 11. Though, I wish I was. Puberty was a bitch.

But fuck all that. Fuck me, fuck my problems. Fuck the fact that I have no spine, and that whenever I smile, I'm sinking deeper and deeper.

I know I'm gonna sound like a fag for saying this, but the new Pokemon game looks really good. Now I'll have to figure out a way to buy it without the dudes at the game store giving me funny looks.

"It's for my cousin !"

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/11065675/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/11065675/ Thu, 14 Dec 2006 18:29:22 PST 10

2) Where were you when 9/11 happened?
Algebra D:

3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
I used to beat the shit out of them before I got in trouble for it. Now I look both ways and then beat the shit out of them.

4) Do you consider yourself kind?
Iduno

5) If you HAD to get a tattoo, where would it be?
I'd get Kenshiro's seven scars on my chest. O:!

6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
Japanese. I swear to fucking god, they don't translate those Kurasawa movies right.

7) Do you know your neighbours?
I knew one, but I think he left.

8) What do you consider a holiday?
Your face

9) Do you follow your horoscope?
Uh. D:

10) Would you move for the person you loved?
Definitely.

11) Are you touchy feely?
Yes D:

12) Do you believe that opposites attract?
Yeah, I do.

13) Dream job?
Fighting game directer/lead character designer

14) Favorite channel(S)?
o_o Uh. Cartoon Network?

15) Favorite place to go on weekends?
Gamecrazy. >_>;

16) Showers or Baths?
Showers

17) Do you paint your nails?
Nooo.

18) Do you trust people easily?
Yes, but I'm quick to get vengeance.

19) What are your phobias?
Alot of things. D:

20) Do you want kids?
Iduno

21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?
Noo. I used to. It lasted a whole 1 page. O:

22) Where would you rather be right now?
Minnesota.

23) Heavy or light sleeper?
Uber light

24) Are you paranoid?
Sometimes. Usually no.

25) Are you impatient?
Sometimes. D:

26) Who can you relate to?
People whose lives suck, but they don't like to complain about it.

27) How do you feel about interracial couples?
o_o All of my relationships were interracial. D:

28) Have you been burned by love?
=/

29) What's your main ring tone on your cell?
KILLER QUEEN

30) What were you doing after midnight last night?
Listening to Skynyrd, probably.

31) What did the last text on your mobile phone say?
It keeps trying to get me to download ringtones that I dont want. D:

32) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
>_> Heehee

33) What color shirt are you wearing?
Black with Pac-Man ghosts on it.

35) Name three things you have on you at all times~?
Undies, glasses, hair tye. O:

36) What color are your bed sheets?
Don't have any.

37) How much cash do you have on you right now?
Aoubt 240 dollars.

38) What is your favorite part of the chicken?
Breasts o: which are coincidentally my favorite part of another species.

39) What's your favorite town/city?
SanAntonio. O:!!!!

40) I can't wait till?
I can afford a Schecter CS-1 Classic. >_<

41) Who got you to join myspace?
D: Dad.

42) What did you have for dinner last night?
Errr.. Rice and.. Well, I know I had rice. D:

43) How tall are you barefoot?
Like, little less than 6 foot.

44) Have you ever smoked heroin?
Whoa. No.

45) Do you own a gun?
NERF Maverick, biotch.

46) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Cola. D: For godsakes. COLA!

47) What is your favourite weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
Comforting smile and a golden tongue. o:

48) Do you have A.D.D.?
No D:

49) What time did you wake up today?
9:00 D:

50) Current worry?
That I'll lose my job before I can get that Schecter. x_x

51) Current hate?
Walmart.

52) Favorite place to be?
Right now, home.

53) Where would U like to travel?
Minnesota.

54) Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
I don't think I'll live to see my 28th birthday. *OMGRONNIEVANZANTREFERENCE* SKYNYRD RULES! *Grows a mullet*

55) What songs do you sing in the shower?
>_>;; I uh. *Cough*"Moon on the water"*Cough*

56) What was the last thing that made you laugh?
Some dude bought a 30 dollar gift card at Walmart, and I was like "That comes to 30 dollars." and he was like, "WHAT? O_O!?!?! REALLY?"

57) Worst injury you've ever had?
Sprained my right wrist. I couldn't write, but I somehow managed to draw. >_> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10998523/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10998523/ Fri, 08 Dec 2006 18:41:50 PST
So I started working, like. D: A while ago. Saturday, I think. I'm a cashier. Simple enough... NOT D:! Like, there are all these variable. Price checks, forms of payment, carry-outs, gift cards, change and bags. All this stuff that we're supposed to take care of ourselves. It's insane. But it's kinda fun. Time flies when you're at the register. It's person after person and you just don't have time to look at your watch.

But it's not just a register. Yesterday, they had me working in layaway. It was fun, though. o: All you do, is like, they hand you a receipt and then you go get a box. Everything's so unorganized, though. D: But it was still fun.

But today I had to push carts. x_x It was pretty cool, but so tiring. I could barely get to the time clock without passing out after I was done. I even ate a huge meal, and I was still falling asleep. D:! But it's cool. I meet new people every day. And everyone's so helpful. Not at all like you'd imagine.

But the worst job is people greeter. D: Sounds easy, huh? But it's sooo gay. And boring. And lame. Plus. If you're there and your shift ends, you can't leave to tell them you gotta go. You have to flail madly until somebody sees you, and then tell them to go find a CSM. If you leave the door, they jump on you like a pack of wild mooses.

But whatever. My feet hurts and Im sleepy. All this is giving me great material for a comic. D: So we'll see what happens with that. Between drawing and playing guitar, guitar seems to be winning out. It's just more fun for me at this point. D:

-Jubs.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10894613/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10894613/ Wed, 29 Nov 2006 19:12:23 PST
Anyway.

First off, for those of you wondering where I've been (assuming you cared), I lost my good computer. The chick that owned it moved out, so I've downgraded. Meaning, I won't be on as much. Also, I no longer have access to Photoshop. x_x And possibly a scanner, if I can't get that setup.

Also, I have a job... I think. D: Well, orientation's on friday. That does mean I got the job, right? Anyway, if so, I'll be on even less. Boohoo. o:

So, if you're pissed at me or anything like that, just know that I now have AIM and you can bitch at me in real time.

I'm obsessed with Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Art related (Skip to here if you hate me):

After practicing realism for god knows how long, I started to like it alot. I've gotten alot better at facial proportions, shading, and the like. And I'm even a bit proud of myself. I mean, how long have I been preaching realism without even trying it myself? Well, now I know what I said was right.

But after being couped up at the flea market with only a legal pad and a sharpie, I've gotten back into cartooning. D:

Fun fact: Jamesie started out as a Jhonen Vasquez ripoff.

Any trying to vent my frustrations with my family with a mini-comic entitled "JamboJambo". It's about an overweight, concieted nerd who has to deal with his retarded family day in and day out. o: His little brother has a demon-possessed afro and his sister cracks under the pressure of daily problems, such as not having enough potatoes in the fridge at a single time.

Anyway, if I promised you a critique and forgot, or you told me to do something and I've put it off for 3 months, now's the time to tell me. D:

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10438984/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10438984/ Wed, 18 Oct 2006 20:27:04 PDT
So, what's been going on.. =/ Hm. I'm working on a doujin with this guy named Verg. He's a douche with high standards and a bit of a humorless dick, but he's alright. His high standards have forced me to kick up the quality of my drawings, and I can't complain about that. Hopefully, he's as good at writing as he says he is. D:

I just got Photoshop and a scanner. If you noticed a surge of art, that's the reason. I've been learning how to use PS, and I'm doing okay. All the shit I learned back in Intro to Media Tech and watching Nick back in school are starting to kick in. Still getting there.

I joined this Manga Fight thing. It's awesome. Basically, a bunch of other people join and you all draw your characters fighting each other. I've entered Soda. >_>; The new Soda. o:

Speaking of the new Soda.. o: After the KoF doujin picks up, I'm starting on a new story starring Soda. He's a totally different character this time around with a new look.

And I've found met this amazing artist that's been helping me along. She won't let me call her sensei, but senpai will do. o:

That's all, I think. Oh. I cut my hair. D: See the picture on my webcam spot. And I'm making a new ID eventually.

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10382972/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/10382972/ Fri, 13 Oct 2006 18:02:37 PDT
1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
The lottery guy. >_> Or Sarah.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
XD

3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
I like the sound of my own voice. <3

4. Do you take compliments well?:
Sometimes D:

5. Are you an active person?:
Trying to be. Is that a fat joke?

6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
Probably. D: It depends on if there's somebody waiting for me.

7. Do you like to ride horses?
I'm too fat.

8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
Yes O:

9. What was your favorite game as a kid?
Earthbound

10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you get involved with him/her?
No D:

11. Are you judgmental?
Yup. Douche.

12. Could you date someone with different religious beleifs?
If they weren't an asshole about it. O: Because I'm an asshole about it, and there can't be two of us.

14. Use four words to describe yourself:
O M G Sexy

15. If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?
=/ Deaf, I guess.

16. Are you continuing your education?:
XD

17. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
You're about to find out. Douche.

18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?
A.. fire extinguisher?

19. How often do you read books?
Whenever I get a new one which isn't often. D: Do comics count?

20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?:
Past XD I suck.

21. What is your favorite children's book?
Matilda. It's like a kid friendly Akira.

22. What color are your eyes?
I could sit here and try and find a fancy word for it, or explain how my eyes change color depending on the season or whatever but my eyes are FUCKING BROWN. Brown. That's it.

23. How tall are you?:
Like. 6 feet. D:

24. Where is your dream house located?:
Minnesota >_>

26. Last person you talked to?
o_o Dean

27. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?:
Yeah. D:

28. When did you last go to the olive garden?
Years XD I love that place.

29. What are your keys on your key chain for?
Handcuffs. <_<

30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?:
My.. bedroom?

31. Where is your current pain at?
My head ;o;

33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?:
Sleeep @_@

34. Do you look like your mom or dad?
I look like my dad, but I'm brown like my mom.

35. How long does it take you in the shower?:
15 minutes. D:

36. Can you do splits?
My balls D:!

37. What movie do you want to see right now?
Oldboy. Holy shit.

38. Do you put lotion on your dog or cats?
._. I don't, in fear of falling into some weird, alternate lifestyle of rubbing lotion on animals.

39. What did you do for New Year's?:
Was at a party with Cassie. (That bitch.)

40. Do you think The Grudge was scary?
No, not at all. D: The original one scared Dean.

41. What was the cause of your last accident?:
I haven't pissed myself since elementary.. Junior high... Leave me alone ;o;

42. Do you own a camera phone?
No D<

43. What are you drinking?
Diet Coke

44. Was your mom a cheerleader?
I hope not.

45. What's the last letter of your middle name?
Y. It's sometimes a vowel, you know.

46. Who did you vote for on American Idol?
Me o_o

47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?:
Iduno. Not enough. D:

48. Do you like care bears?
Pft, that's so gay. *Shoves dolls into closet* >_>;

49. What do you buy at the movies?:
A giant diet coke. D: But then, like, I have to take a piss in the middle of the movie.

50. Do you know how to play poker?
Yep D:

51. Do you wear your seatbelt?:
Always. D:

52. What do you wear to sleep?
Whatever I'm wearing. o_o

53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?:
Lots.. of metal music. -_-;

54. How many meals do you eat a day?
Too many. D: Cutting down.

55. Is your tongue pierced?:
Nuuu

56. Do you always read MySpace bulletins?
o_o

57. Do you like funny or serious people better?:
By funny do you mean stoner and by serious do you mean humourless dick? Because n... ]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9598700/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9598700/ Fri, 04 Aug 2006 14:01:59 PDT
1. It's drawn for style. I try to slap on as much pointless detail as possible, just because I'm an asshole. It actually started because I used to have an inker, and if I was pissed, I'd draw shitloads of details he'd have to ink. Now that I ink my own stuff, I still do it. >_>;

2. It's very traditional. Aw yeah. No computer nastiness in my art. Maybe tones, but that's it. Only because I REALLY dont want to tone on my own.

3. I use obscure, impossible poses. As seen in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

4. I like long hair. >_>;; Alot of my guy characters have long hair. O: Not my fault. It's hott.

5. My ex-girlfriend always said that my characters had really bad attitudes. Dont know what that was about, but I'll put that here.

6. Another critic told me that my drawings were really sad. Fuck that guy.

7. Alot of my characters look like they're wearing eyeliner, but truthfully, those are just weird facial details I dont feel like explaining.

8. I dont draw alot of girls. Not because I dont want to. D: It's just harder for meh.

9. Most of the costumes I draw are assymetrical. Usually the left and right sleeves are totally different. Same with pants, sometimes.

10. Lastly, my art is awesome and much better than yours. Unless it's not better than yours, then I appologize. >_>

Im not tagging anybody, because Im ironic. HA! Except for you. *Points* You do it. ]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9544020/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9544020/ Sun, 30 Jul 2006 14:27:52 PDT
I found this guide on what you need to pitch a manga series. I've done the written part, right here. Not exactly professionaly, but it was mostly for me.

I would appreciate any comments or criticisms from my watchers. D:

Description of the World- The world is very similair to ours, with a few minor changes. This world uses souls as a universal power system. Basically, when you're born, they take your soul. It doesn't affect you negatively, you just go on your way afterwards. Alot of cities are in ruin due to past struggles and current ones. The sky is very smokey and the air is almost gray. Othwerwise, it just seems like a slightly altered, modern Earth.

Timeline-

1302- The Soul Extraction Project is proposed to the government.

1313- The Soul Foundation is established. Edgar Edward Oleander tries to shut down the facility but is chased off by security.

1313-1315- An intense struggle to extract the souls of the people end with cities in ruin and many innocents dead.

1320- By now, Soule Extraction is a staple of society. Very few people question it as it is accepted world-wide.

1321- E.E. Oleander is a wanted criminal, labelled as "Extremely Deadly".

1328- A religous fanatic convinces a young couple to give birth to their child without the consent of the government. They flee the city when the woman becomes pregnant and hide in an underground church. Soda is born.

1330- Soda's parents fear the repercussions and decide to give their son up to an orphanage. Soda is adopted almost immedediately by Bass and Lindie Bluesboy. Soda's last name is considered "Bluesboy" at this point.

1342- After leading a seemingly normal life with great parents, Soda is discovered as having a soul. He becomes a wanted criminal almost instantly. During this year, he meets up with E.E. Oleander who becomes his mentor. Oleander gives Soda the knuckle that he had used for the past 3 decades before committing suicide by jumping off of a cliff without the aid of his Soul.

1343- The government begins devising a tool for Soda's destruction along with any other law evaders.

1345- Present day.

Storyline- The story focuses on Soda and his goal to live a good life once again. He has been running for the past 3 years but things change when the government begins sending these super cops, known as "Hearts" after him. All of them have been injected with fake Souls which allow them to fight like Soda. They were administered training, giving them an advantage in fighting. Soda must fight the Hearts while working his way to his true goal: Finding the underground church. There he will discover what he needs to do. This is mostly hindered by a wildcard commissioned by the government named Jailbird Brighteyes. He's a mercenary with a real soul. The government is just too afraid to take it from him. He proves to be Soda's main rival.

Characters (Not finished, obviously)-

:Soda Bluesboy:
One of the few in the world that possesses his natural soul. Soda is constantly on the run from the government and must fight to survive (Cheesy XD). He appreciates the simple things in life, like sleeping in a real bed and eating a home-cooked meal. He's very bitter and sarcastic, but still has some hope for the world.

:E.E. Oleander:
Oleander has evaded the government for about 30 years. He eventually succumbed and decided to live out the rest of his life in a cave. After sensing an extreme outburst of soul energy, he discovered that a passed out Soda was the source. Soda's mentor and owner of a natural soul. He teaches Soda how the basics of a soul, and gives him the knuckle that he wears. Oleander kills himself by jumping off of a cliff without the aid of his soul.

:Crossheart:
The captain of the Hearts, he's the one who came up with the name. He has an extreme sense of justice, but he's human. He feels Soda's plight and is constantly trying to find a way to subdue him without the government killing him. He keeps these feelings hidden. Otherwise he would lose his position as captain. He is proficient in controlling his fake soul.

:Jailbird Brighteyes:
He loves to fight, but has nobody to throw down with because he's too strong. His power is obscenely phenomenal and he doesn't even have to use his (natural) soul to win. He beats Soda in to submission without using his hands or his soul, and succeeds in breaking Soda's knuckle. He's not really a bad guy, he's just frustrated that his only form of enjoyment is near impossible for him.


Description of Technology- Anybody that has a soul during this day in age is superhuman. Due to the excessive amount of energy in the air (due to lack of souls), any souls that are in existance will absorb more energy that... ]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9515870/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9515870/ Thu, 27 Jul 2006 20:27:07 PDT
Ive been trying to pick up the pieces of my life. D: Not working out, seriously. I used to love thursdays. Now I dont even know what day it is half the time. Seriously.

Anyway, I came up with this idea for a 20 page short story. You know, for RSOM? It's about a boy who finds this jewel that's supposed to be really rare or something.

Anyway, the main character, Nepic, breaks the jewel and is cursed. The curse is basically that he has this giant beacon shining over his head. Kinda like a position marker or something. Like a bat signal above his head 24/7 XD. Anyway, the thing is: His dad is trying to eat him.

Now his dad always knows where he is because of this beacon thing and is constantly following him and attacking him. Nepic has to find a way to fix the jewel to disable the beacon and then leave town to escape his dad.

Okay, I think I can squeeze that into 20 pages. Not sure. But the thing is, I planned on Nepic being really young. Maybe 13. But I cant draw kids, anymore. >_o My style is more adept to older kids, like teens.

*SIGH*

What a pain. D: I guess I'll just have to figure out a way to draw a convincing kid. And his father. >_>

-Jubeh out O:

]]> ~Jubeh http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9296698/ http://Jubeh.deviantart.com/journal/9296698/ Thu, 06 Jul 2006 21:03:33 PDT 1- What's your first name? Jameseh (Jamesie)
2- What's your middle name? Ray
3- What does your first name mean? Usurper, bitch
4- What does your middle name mean? .. Like.. a ray? Of something?
5- Do you like your name? If not, what would you change it to? No, Jubeh.
6- Were you named after anyone. If so, who? My grandfather
7- Would you ever name a child after you? Fuck no
8- Why did you choose that username? It's hott. And it's from a movie
9- What are your nicknames? ... None, I guess. Jamesie?
10- Do you often call people by their nicknames? Yup
11- Do people often call you by your nicknames? Just one person. >_>;;
12- Does your name match your personality? Nuh
13- Does your username match your personality? Yuh
14- Do you have an embarassing last name like "Hitler"? XD That's so cool
15- How many letters are in your first, middle and last name all put together? 16
16- Is your name hard to pronounce? Nuuu
17- Is your name common? Yeeeah
18- Do people often mispell your name? Just my last name
19- Have you ever mispelled your name? >_>;;; Who told you?
20- Have you ever said that your name is Rick James...bitch? Once. I was slapped.

Part Two- OMFG! A Whole Section Of Questions About Your Age! O_o
21- How old are you? 18
22- How old do you wish you were? 14
23- Do you act older or younger than your age? Younger
24- Are you mature or immature for your age? ... Um.. I like to think I'm pretty mature. >_>;;
25- How old do you look? Young. Not old. Fucker.
26- In school, are/were you always the youngest or oldest person in the class? Or in between? Youngest.
27- Do you ever lie about your age? Nuu
28- Do people often think you're older or younger than you really are? Used to, not so much anymore.
29- How old do you think you'll live to be? 24? 25? Maybe?
30- How old were you when you started going to school? 4? Iduno. Maybe 5.

Part Three- OMFG! You're Ugly! O_o
31- What color are your eyes? Brown
32- What color do you wish your eyes were? Green. Or purple. >_>
33- What color is your hair? Fucshia. Not pink, you son of a bitch.
34- What color do you wish your hair was? Purple. D:
35- What color is your skin? Pale brown
36- How tall are you? 5'11
37- How tall do you wish you were? I'm in a good place with that.
38- How much do you weigh? ... a shitload
39- How much do you wish you weighed? a not.. shitload.
40- Do you like the way you look? Sometimes.
41- Do other people like the way you look? *Shrug*
42- Do you care what others think about you? Yes. Sorreeee.
43- What's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about the way you look? Um.. I don't know. Crayola said I was too cute for terrorism.
44- What the meanest thing anybody's ever said about the way you look? OMG UR FAT or something along those lines.
45- If you could look like any celebrity, who would it be? Johnny Depp. For girl reasons. *Glares at Sarah*
46- Has anybody ever dated you just for your looks? I dont think so.
47- Have you ever dated anyone just for their looks? Nope.
48- Do looks matter to you at all? Yeah, they do.
49- Has a baby ever looked at you and started crying? I'm cool like that.
50- What animal do you resemble the most? A rabbit?
51- What cartoon character do you resemble the most? Jin, I wish. >_>
52- What celebrity do you resemble the most? Danny Devito. XD No, um.. I have no idea. My dad looks like Kurt Russel.
53- How many chins do you have? Sometimes 2. XD
54- Which emoticon do you resemble the most? o-o
55- Do people label you based on how you look? If so, what do they call you? Hell yeah. I get anywhere from goth to hobo.
56- Do you have large or small eyes? Small behind my glasses
57- Do you have a lot of pimples? Not so much anymore.
58- Do you have facial hair? >_>;; I try not to, but it keeps coming back.
59- Do you have a in-ny or out-ty belly button? Inny FTW
60- Do you have any missing body parts? ... Just my brains. D< WTF kind of question? Jesus.

Part Four- What's Your Favorite...?
61- Color? Purple
62- Song? "Drain You" by Nirvana
63- Band? I dont really know, anymore.
64- Singer? Kurt Cobain
65- Rapper? Jimmy Urine
66- Actor? Keanu Reeves. >_>!!
67- Actress? Chuck Norris. He can do anything. Even be an actress.
68- Movie? Pulp Fiction
69- TV Show? Trigun
70- Cartoon? Trigun
71- Cartoon Character? Sanji
72- Emoticon? >_>
73- Website? MT, I guess
74- Book? "Ender's Game"
75- Poem? That one pome that Shakespeare wrote about that girl. >_>
76- Author? *Shrug* Why not... ]]> ~Jubeh