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Logic, pfah.

I quit Jack in the Box recently. Feels good not being burned and insulted all the time! However, my wallet makes deep soulful eyes at me and whimpers to be fed. Fortunately I have the job as a part time secretary to lean on, and I have hopes (desperate prayers) that it continues and grows over time. I really like it, aside from the Balrog who glares and tries to humiliate and sabotage. She's not something I'm worried about on a personal level, as her attempts to screw me over thus far have been pitiful, with only one exception.

In other news, there was a string of arsons in my area. All of them field fires as I understand. One came very... very close to my apartment complex. Fifty feet away. People were wheeling their baby carriages out to go watch it as the flames rushed towards them over the dry grasses. Police came and evacuated everybody.

I know it was arson. Impossible not to be. The smoke was black and oily close to the grass at the one close to us, and at a second that I saw it rose up in great choking clouds. Gasoline. You just can't mistake it for something else. Five in our area in one day, all set around the same time. Another the day after that.

I'm still nervous to unpack the handful of things I grabbed and shoved into my bag on the first day. It's a little odd, knowing /exactly/ what you'd take out. EXACTLY. I mean, we all ask: What would you take out if your house burned down? The very first thing? when we quiz our friends jokingly or in a sort of personality test, or cause of a few drinks turning our minds to deeper things (haha). I grabbed some things, and tore my apartment to shreds to find papers. Stuff got into my pockets that I don't recall putting in. I had a sketchbook crammed into my jacket, three scarves on, my goggles, and a sheepskin ready to sleep on. And some other things, like my laptop bag, a picture my grandmother brought from Finland, her tiny Finnish-English dictionary, and my Joy of Cooking. It later occurred to me that I'd put a little bronze mouse into my back pocket, though I didn't notice till later on when I took a shower and I had a nasty little purple bruise from sitting on it. xD And I won't lie; the pocket of my jacket inexplicably was full of dry lentils.

Who the hell brings out a handful of dry lentils when there's a 7-11 down the street and people within a greyhound ride that can take care of them? >.>

]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/17793340/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/17793340/ Fri, 11 Apr 2008 10:06:38 PDT
Anyway, this job is awesome. I'm sitting with my youngest squid; my neice Grace-Anna. Gracie is so cute. I am mildly distressed though; we have on very similar blouses, and she's... um... I think she's four *is a terrible aunt*.

I'm answering phones right now. It's excellent. There's no oil jumping at me. The other day I burned my fucking eye at the frier, so this is like central-air heaven. I am however having a really hard time not answering with really geeky things. "The fold drive has been severely damaged captain! Also Adam from Laserfish is on line two. Want me to take a message? RICK HUNTER YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! Yes I'll tell him you called."

It's good though. I like this kind of work. Filing and all that. Very zen or summat. I have the feeling the senior secretary is giving me the grave-eye, though. I don't want her job, but I don't know how to tell her that without looking REALLY stupid. Cause then she'll be like: Oh NO dearie, I never meant that! I did all those shiesty things because I'm old! (or something).

Maybe I'll update her computer. >.> <.< >.> Or take a bat to the old computer next to me. Like Office Space, only without the terrible music. I think I'll turn on Wagner and horrify my ancestors.

ANYWAY! When this company gets off the ground I shall have a good job that pays well! And I will quit Jack in the Crack and raise my mighty fist to the sky!
Immediately following I'll spend too much on hippie skirts and nice-ish shirts, so I'm not wearing the same thing alla the time. Till then, though, my clothes will have to smell like french fries with a side of rancid shortening. Mmm-mm! Franchisee!

]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/13342731/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/13342731/ Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:44:39 PDT
Hopefully I'll get a factory job soon... though I'm really hoping for a job at MyCoffee ^^ I won't lie: I like coffee, and I like it to be cheap if not free, so long as it's still good. And not Folgers. BAH!

Anyhoo, it's got a little triangular kitchen and a small livingroom, bedroom, and bathroom with a bath/shower. Even a TOILET! WILL WONDERS NEVER CEASE? But I'll be able to actually cook. And not have my brother come down and turn off the stove and lecture me about heating my dinner or whatever. Or put spices in my food that make it taste like burning death. Or break stuff or... any number of ridiculous things! And I get to decorate! Muahahahaha!!

Jordan is going to have to play Twilight Princess. There is no question. Resistance is futile.

]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/12171651/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/12171651/ Tue, 13 Mar 2007 17:02:29 PDT Still really simplistic and kinda goofy looking. But emotion (such as potato-mole-cat things can have) is much easier to display with the new faces. I got really sick of the basic line eyes, since it looked bad whenever they had to have shocked expressions... or anything other than looks fat-cheeked complacency/doubtful contemplation. It had a lot to do with why the original attempts at doing the comic failed, to tell the truth.

What this basically means is that my gallery will probably be shortly besieged by small furry freaks of agriculture. And you all thought it was over after HS graduation! Muahaha!

Without Roots is under construction as of this week. Hopefully it'll be appropriate for a weekly comic of sorts, as it is both easy to draw and satisfying to the odd corners of my brain that need constant flushing.

And with clean brain-pipes, I'll be able to actually /write/ again. Midnight Special has been badly ignored... Not to mention DS. Really, I should be struck by lightning for ignoring DS, but you know how it goes. >.> In the meanwhile I'll be looking into rubber hats.


On a random note: Does anyone have a hard copy of the Original Cast Recording for Phantom of the Opera? My first CD went missing. I can't begin to describe my distress at this, seriously. I've gotten really dependant on listening to the full musical over the years. >.>;; Still have the second Disc, but the first is totally gone. I think it dissapeared coinciding with a certain 'borrowing' of my CD player by my brother a month ago. It came back... with nothing inside (and covered in paint and whitewall drips). He doesn't remember anything about it. If someone has it, could I burn the first CD from you? (Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman, first version. )

]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/11029518/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/11029518/ Mon, 11 Dec 2006 14:36:32 PST MUAHAHAHAHAAA!!

Regaurdless of the kinda silly TP abbreviation, I look forward to nothing less than utter bliss in yummy zelda form. Anything less will doubtless cause me to go into cardiac arrest. One day I'll be able to afford the... Revolution, but not today. Oh no. Tomorrow... I buy the game which the Gamecube was purchased in anticipation of! Gung Ho!

]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/10717810/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/10717810/ Mon, 13 Nov 2006 22:28:26 PST Except for the money part >.>
BUT THEORETICALLY, I CAN.
FEEEAAR! THE FONDUE WILL BE MAGNIFICENT! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!

]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/9743116/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/9743116/ Tue, 15 Aug 2006 22:35:46 PDT ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/8928506/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/8928506/ Wed, 31 May 2006 08:43:55 PDT Insert Myrrh holding her thinkpad's metaphorical decapitated head in her arms.
>Insert loud Luke Skywalker seeing Obiwan go Poof(!) squeal. (I'd say it was a Noooo!, but it was a squack)
>Insert somebody buying me a coffee and listening to me blubber about technology and the Loss of Photoshop.
>Insert Myrrh getting over it 20 minutes later and calling up Jordan to ask him for a copy of PS7.

[LOADING...]

Ahem! Yes! That was my experience after getting home from Egils. Which was awesome, by the way.

Waking up at 5:30 each morning to hear the cacaphonous sound of birds screaming murderously at one another like irked mothers who've discovered /somebody/ left the record player on all night long without lifting the needle was good.

Crawling out of the warm cuccoon of my bedroll to pull on a tunic and a pair of breeches along with sopping wet boots and miserably soggy socks was good too (in it's own perverse way, I enjoyed that bit a great deal. My dad really did a number on my machoism drive).

Walking about the sucking mud paths with a drinking horn of hell-hot coffee in one hand some time after the Hour of the Birds (Thankyou, Ursulav. You coined it perfectly!) and bellowing at the top of my Bardly lungs for people to "Pray Attend" was absolutely badass and worth every minute. That was probably one of my favourite parts, really. Being Early Herald is truly entertaining..... If anyone throws anything at me for sauntering past their tents with a ringing cry, I can keep it. ((Not official policy, but there's something deeply entertaining to my mile-wide vindictive streak about keeping some poor sap's left shoe and dooming them to hop around for the rest of the event like a hung-over Mufflepud.))


ANYHOW! I have, for a while at least, no way of putting anything up. This is travesty, in my opinion... not that you guys need to see my crap on a regular basis, but DA has become my primary way of storing my doodles so that my poor computer doesn't become overloaded with JPEGs.

Hopefully Jordan will be able to get a copy of Photoshop 7 for me. It's old and hoary, but I loved the cranky old bastard. CS was cool, but 7 had that settled-in feeling, like an old woman who's sat in the same chair every evening for the past 30 years, and isn't about to let somebody get rid of her lime-green snooze-seat. After all, it's given it's final, strained sigh, and given into conforming to her individual shape -- It may be hard to get out of, but damn if it isn't the most comfortable thing ever to have worn a hole in the paisly carpet. ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/8784335/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/8784335/ Tue, 16 May 2006 01:07:49 PDT
So! No need to Fullview anything that you see in Pencil or Pen, unless you really want to see detail on a outrageous scale.

Lots of things in Scraps, not a lot on the Deviation scale, though.

I'm not sure that I like my "Finished" Things as much as I like the rougher Pencil and Pen, still bearing the rub and wear from my left hand dragging like Igor's boots across the paper. This scanner I got is crazy for details, getting light into the impressions of erased lines and the slightest of folds one minute, then streaking bars of yellow the next.

I hope all of you are doing alright.

Myrrh ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7616124/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7616124/ Mon, 16 Jan 2006 00:18:50 PST
...The knowledge of how to make speech-bubbles outlined in black...

Y'know! The simple things! Everyone should have them!

Which is why I am frustrated. How the HELL do you make the speech-bubbles have the little outline of black? Am I the only digital/mixed media comic-artist who hasn't caught on? I think I missed the memo, or maybe I was absent when innate knowledge of Photo-shop: Shapes was handed out, who knows!

In anycase, untill then, my speech-bubbles will be in multi-toned shades of grey. Oh the humiliation! The Humanity! ^^

Seriously, though, any pointers? ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7474996/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7474996/ Sun, 01 Jan 2006 04:31:12 PST
I was buying some salad, and suddenly I feel a tug on my hair. Not just a little chubby-handed-infant tug, but a royal jerk that almost made me drop the bag of lettuce.* Being a reasonable sort of person, I turn around to see if maybe it was a senile little old lady in a gingham dress and a bonnet before jumping right in on the ripping-you-a-new-*ss-hole business is moved upon.

There, standing in the front of a grocery cart, a kid of maybe five years of age had his sticky little paws wrapped around a considerable potion of my hair. His mum is talking on her cellphone, completely oblivious.

So, of course I let the whole process of granting the squeaker a new orifice, I just reached over and pulled the hair out of his hands.

Now... As anyone who knows me will know, this is not so simple as it sounds.

My hair eats people.

The little monster shrieked as I yanked, breaking into tears and sitting immediately on a sack of potatoes. This finally got his mother's attention. She looks at me wuth the general "what did you do to my baby" look, opening her mouth to tirade. I turn around, not wanting to hear it. There's a few strands of my hair wound tight as garrote-wires round the sticky little fingers, so the kid's bawling like a stuck pig the whole time as I pay for my lettuce, his mother screeching at me while she puts the sugary stuff she's buying on the conveyor-belt.

Honestly, I just feel bad for the checker.

...And the mother. That lady's gonna wake up one day and say to herself, "Gosh, but wouldn't a keg of whiskey be nice? Where did I put that phone number... Ah, here it is!" And then she'll spend a whole minute bargaining with the black market as she trades her son in for a keg. A Whole Minute! (Think of the time she could have saved by just wearing a condom.)





*Which gets you the death-penalty in some countries. ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7368489/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7368489/ Tue, 20 Dec 2005 22:38:01 PST Quick! Call the Pope! Call the President! Call Superman! We cannot stand for this "happy Holidays' nonsense any longer! It OFFENDS us! Deary deary me!
Now how will the Whos down in Whoville make all that Noise Noise Noise?"
---EXCERPT FROM THE DAILY NEWS---

...Bah! If it's a generalized "Holiday Greeting" we need, if it's no longer P.C. to say whatever the hell you want and it's not simply possible to act like a civilized people of _many_ religions and traditions, then there is only one thing to do!

Create a New Holiday Greeting! One which will suit every religion, every culture! A Grand Holiday Greeting!

It's simple. It's Catchy.

It's The Finger. ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7245758/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7245758/ Wed, 07 Dec 2005 09:55:12 PST Take off shirt
Step Two:
Draw target over vitals in red sharpie
Step Three:
Go to class ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7145120/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7145120/ Fri, 25 Nov 2005 22:45:03 PST
Of course, unless I get on Ternaldo's scanner soon, the true horror of mint-chocolate-chip naps-in-the-sun and unexpected-lawn-hose-awakening will never inflict themselves of the masses! Oh no! (Careful not to choke on relieved whooshings! It's bad for you.)

My own malignant scanner spat green-pea soup at me, whirled around wailing and finally sang the last wobbly strains of Pagliacci* moments before violently decomposing (with maggots and everything) ...rendering it useless. And gross.

Right now, I'm tempted to hop in a car with Ternaldo, bringing said maggoty scanner, drive out to the nearest cow pasture or golf-course** and immediately giving it the "office Space" treatment, only with rocks. Rocks and a BFG, if possible.

Anyway, sorry for the lack of positings. Not that I need to apologise or anything... Seems to be popular, though. And also polite, so I do so, with more or less whining. Oh ho ho... PC she has become! Strong in the ways of the yes-man! YeEs!)

To mine buddies, I miss you guys. Happy (day-after) Thanksgiving! I hope to see you soon!


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*Which, once you realize the guy is dressed up in a giant clown suit crying about a woman, is a little less moving than it really ought to be (It was much more powerful when I didn't know what he was saying). For godness' sake, he stabbed her how many times? In a CLOWN SUIT? Talk about creepy. This is why clowns are scary, man!

**also known as a 'Yuppie Pasture' ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7068129/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/7068129/ Wed, 16 Nov 2005 21:56:11 PST
One morning you wake up and the first thing you think is; Man, what is that *smell*? And right after that, you think. Oh, it's my birthday.

These two things are probably related. Although the morning sight of Mephisto's grey-and-white rear has never been mentioned in any prophecies, it really should be. Realy, just add in a coupla pre-cog flashes of ill-lit cubicles, bad coffee and a tatty business-suit, and I'm there, man! I am so there.

But hey, the coffee's bad anyway. How much worse could it get?
(muahaha)

Working on some goddess/iconics during my classes. Will scan in tomorrow during the later afternoon. Also, pin-ups. ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/6995095/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/6995095/ Tue, 08 Nov 2005 21:32:19 PST
Mood: Content
Reading: Monstrous Regiment
Watching: MirrorMask

You suck.

Not only do you suck, but your children are doomed to suck twice as bad as you for want of new blood in their poor, inbred little bodies. Please, for the love of pie, marry out of the family!

Greyhound Buses are awesome, though. They're nice and warm, and as long as you're toward the front, they don't smell too bad, either (assuming you're sitting next to someone of reasonable hygenic habits, or better yet, by yourself). When the Portland train station refused me a ticket due to lack of identification (my wallet having pulled a ninj on me, I was without), Greyhound sold me a ticket for cheaper and, get this, **without treating me like a terrorist!** Rock on! I shall make certain never to bomb their building (haha).

Seriously, though.

Met a cool older lady who told me all about her grandchildren in Ohio and who gave me a peppermint. Always accept candy from strangers, I always say. Also, Rushifa and I had the best d*mn onion-rings ever at the station, and as I have yet to explode, my belief in the goodness of sleazy diner frying vats holds strong.

Oh, and finished my first deviance. Ternaldo titled it, and let me use his computer. Woo for Ternaldo! ]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/6962758/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/6962758/ Sat, 05 Nov 2005 13:14:39 PST
Mood: Content
Reading: Monstrous Regiment
Watching: MirrorMask

It's so good to finally see all the friends from High School who've moved away. Me and Squidlarkin are staying at Rushifa's dorm. Spongerat came, and I met Thomas... all good. Friends good. Teraldo should come up next time. PSU is really cool. The Dorms are good (a far as dorms go, anyway), and I admit a certain desire to look into the school. Western Culinary calls to me, Le Cordon Bleu screams like a slapped bordergaurd. PSU kinda mumbles discontentedly.

Writing for that whole November Novel thingie is really cool. Refusing to edit it is actually very freeing. No wonder writers hire editors. Need minions to do my will.

]]> ~Rhapsodia http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/4284548/ http://Rhapsodia.deviantart.com/journal/4284548/ Mon, 10 Jan 2005 09:18:14 PST ~Rhapsodia