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Go. Me.



]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/26205747/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/26205747/ Mon, 27 Jul 2009 07:03:36 PDT
Since then, I've put a few pieces in here but not as much as I'd have liked to. I love to create and it's sad that it's taken a back seat to working and school.

I'm attempting to break out of that rut though. I've been playing with acrylics lately, as you can see by a few of my deviations, and I have a few comic scripts lined up that'll hopefully be turned visual for all of your viewing pleasure.

Don't give up on me, stay tuned, you're bound to see some fun stuff soon!

Oh, and by the way, thank you.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/16685811/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/16685811/ Sat, 02 Feb 2008 06:29:00 PST
Way to remind me that I haven't done anything on here in like 57 years! I mean, I'm sure you were probably just respecting the fact that I might be busy or something, but come on now! Who does that? You should be demanding my presence! I mean, all I'm doing is going to school, working, keeping our apartment clean and spending whatever time is left with my beautiful wife, but that stuff isn't nearly as important as deviantart!

Seriously, though.

How is everyone?

Schools going good so far. Since I'm not used to it and managing my time appropreately, it kind of backed up on me in the first little bit here, so I've just been trying to catch up. Hopefully once I catch up, I have some time to whip out a comic or two, but only after we move to a new two bedroom with a bigger kitchen within the next week or so.

Busy busy!

I've got cleaning and homework to do all day today, and tomorrow we're going to a college basketball game (GO IU!) and then watching the Superbowl after, so provided I don't have too much work this week, maybe I'll surprise you crazy sunsabitches with some funny.

Peace!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15929530/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15929530/ Fri, 14 Dec 2007 10:58:44 PST
As of right now, his name is pronounced as you all know it, Fro-dough, which sure, thats a name you'd name your boat after, or in a fitting case, some LOTR themed cookies, but if J.R.R. Tolkien was a tad more clever, he'd have thought to pronounce it as it's spelt: Fro-do (Fro-dew.)

Now, I say clever because there is a point in the story of the Lord of the Rings where Frodo begins to succumb to the powers of the one ring. He begins to transform into a darker, more evil Frodo, and unlike Smeagol, who ends up going by Gollum once his own transformation took place, Frodo wasn't blessed with his own evil moniker. Sure, he didn't make a full transformation, but I feel like I was ripped off, just a little bit, and thats because Sam never got a chance to pull off the perfect pun in telling Frodew that he's turning into a Frodon't. Then we'd all have a good laugh and get to learn a little lesson on how you shouldn't have to change who you are to fit in and that if Sauron couldn't accept who Frodo really was, then he wasn't worth it.

You know?

Plus, with a name like Fro-dew, he could have played a cameo in a Mountain Dew commercial, because let's face it, as adorable as the Pillsbury doughboy is, It'd be a lot more fun to chase down a cheetah on a BMX than poke an anthropomorphic mound of dough just to hear it giggle.

Hoo-hoo!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15420705/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15420705/ Thu, 08 Nov 2007 13:27:35 PST I have layers.
Upper and lower crust with a bunch of ooey gooey goodness inside.
Seriously though, you actually can't have any.

In other non-anthropomorphic pastry related news I started at my first american money making job!
It's a part-time stocking job at a Home Depotesque hardware store called Menards, the difference being that Menards is still a family owned business, even though it spans over 200 stores across the midwest.

IMPRESSIVE.

I stock shelves from 5 a.m. to 9 a.m. which will be perfect for when I start school in January, as my wife and I made sure my school day doesnt start till 10. I'd never worked a part-time job before cause I was always landing full-time ones since I wasn't in school, and I've gotta say, although you make half the money you could be making, it's a pretty amazing thing only spending one-sixth of your day doing something you don't particularly care to do. I forsee myself keeping this job all the way through college since all the little things about it are pretty perfect, like:

+ a raise every 6 months
+ being able to take time off at the last minute
+ it's pretty much right next to our apartment
+ a 10% discount, which will come in very handy for people who love home decorating and being crafty
+ monday to friday, no weekends, ever!

Theres a lot more, but I can't think of them right now.

I'm just hoping that come school starting I wont be completly drained, but my schedule, although being full time, is pretty condensed to where I don't start class till monday night, and I have fridays off, and the only really packed day is wednesday. I'll just have to make sure to shed my knack for procrastination and get all of my school work done regularly so I don't bring myself to a point of exhaustion near the end of terms.

It's gonna be hard though becasue I have a wife whos arms are pretty hard to resist curling up into! I'm sure she'll be good and busy crafting it up, so she won't feel too neglected.

By the way, my first term is Intermediate Algebra, Spanish, English Composition, American Government and Politics and Music Theory, which to be completely honest, I'm excited about all of it.

I'm a nerd, I know.

It's just that, I'm really excited to fill up my brain with stuff I didn't care to know when I was in highschool becasue I have this lack of confidence that I know is going to subside as I learn more and more because a lot of it has to do with being 23 and not feeling very intelligent academically. I don't regret pushing it all aside in highschool, because I spent my time learning other things that have helped me get to the point of maturity I'm at now, but I don't like feeling so ignorant when it comes to all there is to know in the world.

So bring it on!

/end scene

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15297244/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15297244/ Wed, 31 Oct 2007 06:03:29 PDT
Whats Halloween got you all up to?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15227082/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/15227082/ Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:23:08 PDT
Well, who, if anyone, do you think you'd feel bad laughing at?

I have a Dave Chappelle/Maya Angelou Iconoclasts recorded, and I paued it to focus on something I was doing, and it paused on Maya Angelou's face looking like she's mid orgasm, and, I feel bad. I mean, she's a very respectable woman who even if she might find this funny, I feel bad laughing because she's this icon that doesn't deserve this type of humour placed upon her.

Does this make sense?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14935349/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14935349/ Sat, 06 Oct 2007 02:17:10 PDT Well, I'll tell you.
See, since I've been doing so much drawing and cartooning, and since my birthday is coming up on the 11th, she decided that she'd get me a present regarding these factsSo, bottom line is that it's probably the coolest gift and give it to me early, and do you know what that present was?
It was a Wacom tablet.
Do you know how cool Wacom tablets are?!
Because I had some idea, but never in a million years thought they could be as cool as they are.
I swear that I can draw even better with one of these than I can traditional pencil on paper style.
So, bottom line is that it's the coolest gift ever and again, my wife is super cool.

The End.

p.s. Feel free to check out my most recent deviation to soak up my amazing tablet skill so far.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14881897/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14881897/ Tue, 02 Oct 2007 08:03:20 PDT

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14692584/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14692584/ Tue, 18 Sep 2007 19:04:28 PDT
Our computer crapped out last week and we finally got it fixed, but all this week we will be setting up for our wedding celebration (!) and then off on our honeymoon (!!) until next friday, so there probably wont be anything new until next saturday and if not then, monday, k?

Peace, Love, and Keep It Real, ya dig?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14317989/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14317989/ Fri, 24 Aug 2007 11:13:49 PDT
People who feel the need to honk in addition to the good-byes they've already said.
It's uncalled for noise pollution, so cut it out, k?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14316125/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14316125/ Fri, 24 Aug 2007 08:35:03 PDT
Just the fact that I am taking this vitamin makes me feel better as a whole.

One can only assume everything else adds to this, but mentally, knowing that I am taking this vitamin has me thinking "Dude, you're gonna live till you're like, 408."
And then I say to my thoughts "408? That's old. There better be flying cars by that time."
And my thoughts say "Dude, I wouldn't count on it."
And I say back "Fuck you thoughts, now I don't want to live till I'm 408. Fuck multi vitamins."
And my thoughts say "Well, seriously, we should have had them by now, and since we don't, I doubt it'll ever happen. We'll be teleporting before we're flying in cars."
And I say "You think so?"
And my thoughts say "Hells yes!"
And I say "Viva la multi vitamin!"
And then we get drunk and dance to Moby.

Moby used to be awesome, and then he wasn't.
I wonder if he is again?

In other news, Mom and Dad are on their way to Ottawa for her balloon angioplasty today. Her artery was 95% blocked. I talked to Dad and he said it's a real wake up call (for the second time) so we'll see just how much they wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14301484/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14301484/ Thu, 23 Aug 2007 09:53:05 PDT
I mean, as a child, most kids get ideas in their heads of what they would love to be when they grow up. Even I threw doctor and dentist out there once or twice, but they weren't life long ambitions as much as they were short-lived thoughts.

So what is it that sets myself apart from the others?

Did I let go of something I really wanted to be and have forgotten? Was it ever there? Or was I simply destined to figure it out later in life and my early life was meant to be spent on things other than worrying about making my way towards my dreams?

I remember in grade 6, our teacher had us write down what we wanted to be when we were older on a piece of paper and throw it into a hat, and he'd pick them out and read them aloud and the other people in the class would have to guess who's it was.

At least 3 times "singer" was called out and every time people would guess it was me, but I didn't write that down at all. Mine was a zoologist, I believe, cause there was a point where I loved animals so much I would have loved to study them. I still love animals, and have found myself a few times saying how awesome it would be to host one of those shows where you get to go around the world doing so, but I dont feel passionate about that.

I got sidetracked, though.

The reason everyone kept yelling out my name when singer came up was because I always sang.

Always.

And to this day, I haven't stopped.

I just like to sing. Not in front of crowds and moreso to myself or when I'm alone, but I do enjoy it.

But I never considered it something I wanted to be when I was younger? I just did it. In the past few years, sure I've thought of what it would be like, but all too quickly I get discouraged because I don't think I'm good enough.

I guess maybe that's my problem, though?

Everything I do, I don't think I'm good enough at, and I let it push me back from getting past that barrier and finding the path to being good enough.

Maybe all of these things I enjoy doing: writing, singing, acting, etc., maybe they're all what I am to become and the only thing thats keeping it from becoming a passion is a lack of self esteem?

*shrugs*

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14283595/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14283595/ Wed, 22 Aug 2007 06:34:58 PDT
Fire Chief Doug Angrove said an investigation has concluded the group of university students had been smoking tobacco from the water pipe on the evening of Aug. 5.

Angrove said smoking tobacco from a hookah pipe has become a popular pastime among young urbanites."

If you saw me, you'd see my eyes rolling.

Tobacco?

Seriously?

It's British Columbia. Who's going to believe that two university students were smoking tobacco out of a hookah?

Give me a break.

They we're getting high as shit and there's no way that Canada, BC especially, is going to attract bad attention towards their lax marijuana laws.

Speaking of tobacco, though, my mom ended up in the hospital because of chest pains the other day. After 3 days of being there, she finally saw a cardiologist and found out that she has yet another blocked artery (in addition to the ones that caused her a heart attack a few years ago). So she and my dad have to fly to Ottawa so she can have an angioplasty done (in addition to the one she had done becasue of her heart attack). They don't know when yet, though.

It just better not be during our wedding.

That may sound selfish, because obviously I want my mother to get better, but I would rather she'd exercised more and stopped smoking cigarettes like the cardiologist told her to years ago and had the support of my father doing so and quitting along side her.

Instead, he does things like brings her donuts and coffee while she's laying in the hospital for chest pains and leaves me here pissed off and thinking that if they can't make it down here for the wedding, what's the point in having it? I can count on two hands how many people will be coming here for me, and even though that includes my brothers and a few friends, if it doesn't include my parents, what is the point?

I don't really see one.

Maybe if it ends up that it is during the wedding, not having one will make my mom feel guilty enough to smarten the fuck up.

I just have to decide if I'm a big enough jerk to play a guilt trip like that on my own mother.

I just might be.

p.s. They made a bit of a fuss that we booked a non smoking hotel for them to stay in when they come down, so we had to find a new one where they could smoke.

So much for that, eh?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14258220/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14258220/ Mon, 20 Aug 2007 15:00:41 PDT
Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book
Let's see the results...

"Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.
"Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything

A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.

"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "

Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"

The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.

Ok
I have found, definitive proof
that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all
"Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?
O_______O
Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang

Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14256814/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14256814/ Mon, 20 Aug 2007 13:31:55 PDT
What do Americans think of Canada?
What do Canadians think of The US?
What do others think of America and Canada?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14235847/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14235847/ Sun, 19 Aug 2007 05:40:19 PDT
I'm not exactly sure why beyond the fact that we got a coffee maker as a gift at my wifes shower. I mean, I guess that subliminally I never really drank coffee because I assosicated it with addiction and how the rest of my family (parents and two brothers) consume coffee like they do cigarettes and figured if I started drinking coffee, I'd be one step closer to the death stick, you know?

I know that doesn't make any sense, but for me they just seem to go hand in hand.

Also, I had a thought last night regarding hurricanes and their alphebetized nomenclature and I thought of the instance that one is ever dubbed Craig and wondered if that was something to be proud of, or the complete opposite.

Like, on one hand, you share the name of an incredible force of nature capable of inflicting serious damage in respect to, for example, say a child carries the name Bruce. Now, he'd share this name with Batman AND The Hulk and in doing so, it would give him this sense of power that isn't really there but it might as well be because he has something in common with someone so powerful, even if they are fictional.

Does that makes sense?

I mean, any child named Clark who read comics when Superman first appeared must have adopted a sense of power with it, feeling like they were part Superman.

So I guess the kid in me wants a deadly hurricaine to adopt my name so I could, in essence, be part hurricaine.

But on the other hand, I wonder how all the Katrinas actually feel to share a name with such a tragic event? I wonder what people said to them after it happened? I mean, obviously not to blame them, but I wonder what kind of jokes were directed at them in relation to it all? I wonder how many Katrinas felt a certain remorse towards their own name after the fact?

I mean, obviously they'd have no reason to becasue it's not like because they shared that name, it was their fault, but to exemplify, I had this friend who's birthday is September 11th. Exactly. You can only imagine how unfortunate it must be to share a birthday with the worst event in American History, and in that sense, you can only imagine what it's like to share a name with another of the worst events in American History. Sure one was brought on by man and the other nature (initially), but regardless, it's like something that is a part of you is collected as a part of something tragic and in turn, a part of you is home to this tragedy.

But I guess it's all how you look at it.

As far as I'm concerend, sharing something with a powerful force of nature would give me the feeling of the former hand.

Superhero status.

Regardless of how many people perished in it's wake (I am not insensitive). Of course I would feel for all of those who met their demise and do for those who have in the past. But in adopting this sense of power, I wouldn't adopt the fact that this power killed so many.

It doesn't mean to kill.

For me, it would be more along the lines of adopting the fact that something can simply be so powerful, and that no matter how much it is hated, it simply can not be blamed and any hatred directed towards it is misdirected. It is not an enemy, because it did not have a choice of the path it took like the casualties did.

Again, I feel for all of those who do meet a tragic end in the wake of natural disasters, but a very large portion of people who do are where they are at their own risk. They're playing with fire and living on the edge by planting themselves in a place that is so unstable.

I'm carrying this on too long, though. All I wanted to say is that natural disasters, although destructive and capable of delivering tragedy, are a beautiful thing and I would be more than honoured to share a name with one.

I just hope you understand where I'm coming from in saying so.

Up Next: What are dogs looking for when they search out the perfect spot to do their business?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14229428/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14229428/ Sat, 18 Aug 2007 17:44:17 PDT
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]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14177619/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14177619/ Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:25:24 PDT
Why not?

I borrowed a telescope from my wifes parents and the past couple nights have been trying to figure out how to work it. It's old, so is a little flimsy right now and needs some screws tightened. When I use the more magnified settings, it's very hard to stay looking at something because it's so loose, so I'm left trying to hold it still with my own hands and it's like walking while zoomed in with a video camera. You can't really see shit. Also, the range of view isn't very big and the scope to position yourself on a star is not lined up with the telescope, so you have to work hard to find a star in the telescope yourself, so basically I'm hoping that eventually I can get myself a really good telescope.

For now, though, I can deal with this one.

But thats not really about space at all, is it? I mean, it's about a device used to look into space, but not space itself, so what about space?

Well, it's fucking interesting as hell, thats for sure.

I can honestly say that every time I go to cnn.com (every day) I'm hoping for new and interesting news about space more than anything. Not so much about the shuttles and their problems, or the space station, but moreso discoveries, like the ice they've found on Mars, or the planet they found thats like 120x the size of Earth.

You might sit there and think me a geek, and thats fine, because I don't mind being a geek, but the thing is that I don't think I was ever that kid who looked up at the moon and wondered what it would be like to go there. I wasn't ever that kid who looked up into space and pondered what was out there. To tell you the truth, I dont know what the fuck I did or thought as a child, but I can tell you that I now wonder what it would be like and now ponder what is out there and personally, I want to at least live long enough to find out that there is life on other planets.

I don't have much more to say on space right now, so I'm going to go look for a badass telescope and I'll tough more on space later.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14177284/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/14177284/ Wed, 15 Aug 2007 08:57:01 PDT
I find it funny that even though I'm thinking all the time, none of it is focused on one topic. I just bounce from thought to thought to thought and never really find myself deep into it, and I wish I was. I mean, minus the whole thoughts keeping you up at night thing, of course. I just don't think I'm educated and experienced enough to get into thinking deep about real topics like politics or science, but at the same time am too mature to dwell on petty things, you know?

But past that, I read and I watch movies and tv shows and listen to music and you'd think that among those things, I'd find something to say, but even then I don't find my mind racing after I've watched or listened or read. Most of the time, I don't even really feel that much afterwards. In the process of watching a movie, I'll get excited or teary eyed or find myself smiling, sure, but afterwards I don't find myself taking anything away or racking my brain for answers very often, and if I sit here wishing I did, why don't I? Or maybe I do and I just don't realize it?

What does it take for one's mind to open up and really process whats going on in the world?

My wife and I watch the news every morning and every morning we hear about a murder or rape or something devastating and as shitty as all of these things are, I find myself wishing I felt more sympathy for victims and anger towards the problems because past a slightly open mouth and a shake of my head, it all escapes my mind.

Is that a blessing that I shouldn't take for granted? Is being desensitized something I should cherish because there will always be pain and to sit and dwell on every moment it's inflicted would take its toll on my soul?

Maybe it is and maybe I should, but that doesn't stop me from wishing that I had more to say about it all. It doesnt stop me from wishing there was some passion inside me that brought me to the point of exclaiming points and opinions that swelled up inside my head and needed release.

I just seem to need a lot of time to swallow information, but I can't seem to bring myself to processing it as it's going down becasue it takes so long and I get distracted with other things, so it just ends up leaving my body without being digested.

To be perfectly honest, the one place I've found that thoughts do manage to happen is when I'm at a keyboard, but by the time I'm at one, any topic that I might have liked to discuss has escaped me and I find myself struggling for something to say.

One thing I can say for now is that it's lunch time, so adios, and hopefully I'll be back with something to say!

(well, something other than rambling about how I have nothing to say)

...what?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13940216/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13940216/ Mon, 30 Jul 2007 11:11:39 PDT [link]
Be nice, k?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13896090/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13896090/ Fri, 27 Jul 2007 04:43:15 PDT
First of all, my continued abscence is due to the fact that our puppy is in very rough shape. Her leg had swollen up 4 times it's regular size and we had vet's left and right not knowing what was going on, figuring that the leg should just be amputated, and finally we found one, a small-town one mind you, who finally took blood and drained a bit of what was in the leg, and found out that she had a very serious anaerobic bacterial infection that causes gaseous pockets to form in tissue that they normally see in cows, and that had boosted her white count from a normal 12,000, to a ridiculously high 33,000 (a regular high count is 17,000).

They ended up having to open up her leg and found about a quart (1.1 litres) of this infected fluid in her leg, and found that hardly any of the muscle in her leg was salvagable. Right now, all her leg is is skin and bone, stitched up with drainage tubes in it and she is at Cass's parents house because the vet we'd went to was her parents vet, and it jsut so happens that this infection she has is highly contagious and capable of transferring to human beings and so her parents figure that since they have the room, they should keep her there for the week before she has to make a visit back to the vet again, because in our small apartment, and our long travels to a laundry facility in case this fluid gets on any blankets, it's jsut a lot easier to keep thins thing at bay if she stays there.

So, we will be going down there to see her this weekend, and apparently, she's bouncing back really well. She was at the point of not eating, having a hard time drinking, constantly whining, and her leg swollen about 5 or 6 inches wide, and apparently she is now up as much as she can be, wagging her tail, and eating like theres no tomorrow, so we take that as a very good sign. There is still a chance that she might need to have that leg aputated, though, since it's been subject to so much trauma, but if it needs to go, we are not worried at all, becasue dogs on three legs do wonderfully.

It's just so unbelievable how we went from getting a dog with a broken pelvis that would be alright in a couple weeks, to this. Its been extremly taxing on Cass and I, emotionally and financially, especially since I don't even work and we need all the money we do have for our wedding celebration in September.

But hopefully this is it. Hopefully from here on in she will just get better and better and lead a friggin happy life, because no dog or animal deserves this, especially an 11 month old puppy.

On to other news in relation to the fact that I don't work, I FINALLY recieved my Employment Authorization card yesterday morning saying that I can work! However, since I will be taking care of Rory for a while, I wont be searching quite yet, but this is exciting. In the past week, Cass has gone thorough it all, figuring out the debt we need to pay off, and has figured out that we can get rid of all of it by next November, and this is without me making a cent. Once I get a job, and contribute to helping get rid of that, it'll be much sooner, and we'll be on our way to getting ourselves a house with a nice backyard for Rory to run free in!

Having been here since mid-February, I am pleased to announce that Cass and I finally found a chance to go out for dinner AND a movie. So far, we'd gone out to dinner a couple times, but we never had enough money or time to make it to both, and coming from someone who collected ticket stubs, and can prove that he went to at least 30 movies a year, which might not sound like that much, but to go from going once every couple weeks to once every 5 months, it feels god to sit in those seats again.

It definitely helps that we went to see Knocked Up, too, because it was a really good movie. It's crazy how Judd Apatow, first with 40 Year Old Virgin, and now this, makes you feel as an audience, though. I mean, he's got that raunchy college humour aspect to his films, but he also manages to weave a very real, very touching story into it, and I love that.

The one thing that surprised me about this movie is that the funniest part was delivered by Ryan Seacrest.

I mean, of all people, Ryan Seacrest?

I know it's been out for a while now, but if you haven't seen Knocked Up, do yourself a favour and see it.

It's pretty great.

And finally, something 10 years in the making for some people, 3 or 4 for me, I have read he 7th and final Harry Potter. I'm not going to report much at all on this, I just wanted it out there that I am a huge fan of the series and that I am not sure at all how I feel about the final chapter.

POSSIBLE SPOILER TALK, BE WARNED

The deaths, although not as big as I thought they might be, seemed pointless? I mean, I understand the need for casualties in war... ]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13753847/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13753847/ Mon, 16 Jul 2007 07:28:44 PDT
They say you learn something new every day, and living with a collection of only 7 towels and doing laundry once every couple weeks, learning that I can use one of 30 washcloths we have to dry myself off after a shower is the epitome of awesome discoveries.

E-pit-o-me.

I have also discovered what it is exactly that I want to be when I am done the telecommunications program I'll be entering.

Being a former film student and discovering that I really enjoy photography and editing, I decided I'd really like to do seomthing along those lines in school, so my baby and I figured that majoring in telecommunications with a minor in studio arts (for the photography portion of things) would be ideal for my interests. With that and after watching loads and loads of the Discovery Channel, TLC and The History Channel, I realized that what it is that would be the ultimate for me would be being a camera operator for a show like Mythbusters, Dirty Jobs, Cities of the Underworld or Little People, Big World.

Of course, I realize that the competition for something like that is pretty intense, and I totally assume I'll end up being a field operator for a news station for a while before I find anything really enjoyable, which is also completly fine by me, but it doesn't mean I'll stop fighting for something like the aformentioned. The awesome thing is that there are new tv shows, reality shows, etc. popping up left and right every day and as long as I work hard and give it all I've got, I have no doubt I'll be a shoe in for something I'll love to do.

The awesome thing about having a job like this is that being so interested in photography, I'll be able not only to delve in a little picture snapping while I'm at it, but I'll also have loads to write about, and the ultimate ultimate, I'll have the tools and experience necessary to get into making my own films or documentaries.

It's an exciting feeling knowing what it is you want to do.

Now here's hoping it actually is what I want to do.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13681291/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13681291/ Tue, 10 Jul 2007 08:03:34 PDT
I had originally planned to get back to making comics upon the return from the aforementioned birthday week, but as you all know, we happened upon our very own puppy, so with her arrival and spending the first few days helping her get comfortable around here, I kind of fell out of the routine of making comics.

It wasn't only Rory that was keeping me from my comics though, as I also had this sudden urge to learn some Canadian History, and some geography as well, and stemming from that wanting to learn, I got into watching this show on cable all about underground worlds that exist under modern cities today.

I suggest doing a little research on Paris, Budapest, New York, Rome, Edinburgh, Vesuvius, Berlin, and Draculas Castle cause theres a lot of interesting stuff that exists under these places.

As far as Geography goes, I realized I couldnt for the life of me remember all the capitals to all the provinces of Canada, my own home country (the maritime ones gave me the trouble), so I figured it was time to remember those and while doing so, I figured I'd memorize the state capitals since the US is now home to me as well, and I've got both countries down pretty well.

Canada is obviously easier with only 10 provinces and 3 territories to worry about versus the 50 states in the US, so the US was a little tricky, but I think I'm there with those.

And as for the puppy, the first couple of days were hard for her, but she seems to be taking to our little apartment quite well. We're still having problems with her eating enough, but I'm not too worried and I think it'll get better with time. I think she jsut has little appetite while she's trying to heal her broken pelvis and as she gets better, her eating will too.

As far as comics go, I sorry and I'll get there soon enough!

Keep it real, friends.

-Craig

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13403233/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13403233/ Tue, 19 Jun 2007 06:34:17 PDT
Just in case you miss me, I'm here to inform you that the reason for my absence is due to the fact that it's the week of my wife's birthday and so I'm spending as much time as possible getting stuff done around our apartment as a gift for her because due to the US government, I still can't get a job, so I gotta give her something, you know?

Yesterday I painted the bedroom and organized our intense closet mess, and since I was doing that, I never got around to a weekends worth of dishes. So now I have a weekend plus a days worth, and trust me, that's a lot when you don't have a dishwasher.

So I'll be spending today getting those done and doing laundry.

I've already put up two shelves in the bedroom (which look friggin great in there) this morning and am in the middle of two loads of laundry, which, actually, I have to head over and switch to the dryer right now.

So friends, keep it real and you'll have a comic up in your grillz in no time!

p.s. We got a call from my wifes father yesterday telling us that a dog showed up in their lake in their backyard with a broken pelvis. He said he took one look at her and knew that she was to be our dog and after taking her to the vet, the vet said in a months tome with some healing, she'll be perfectly fine.

See, my wife and I have been wanting a dog since before I even moved down here but we just never had the money to go out and adopt one, but since this dog, looking adorable as hell, showed up at her parents house and ultimately into our lives, we feel like we were meant to care for her and raise her as our own.

So, we're trying to think of names.

At first, we were going along the whole water goddess route since she was found in the lake, but we found that most, if not all watergoddesses were evil bitches. So now we're just trying to think of names that fit her.

right now, I think we're down to Stella, Maggie, Izzy and Bailey.

I'm gonna submit a picture of her taken by my father-in-law of when he first saw her so you guys can get a feel for jsut how adorable she is.

But be prepared, becasue she also looks uber sad.

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p.s. I regret to inform you that I am, in fact, not Robin, because Robin is a tool and I am not, see?

Although I'm interested in seeing him in Chris Nolans world.

The End.

EDIT: I just remembered that the whole idea of "Yay Fridays!!" does not apply to me as I don't work or go to school and am living every day as if they were Saturday and Sunday, so I figured I'd explain that the excitement about Fridays are that my beautiful wife has the weekend off and we are, as superheroically mentioned above, about to enjoy beer, pizza and movies.

The End.

Ferreal.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13316751/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13316751/ Tue, 12 Jun 2007 13:05:46 PDT
Who's top 100?

Well, I'm glad you asked.

They are the Top 100 Novels of all Time according to the Observer over in the UK.

You may ask why I chose thelir list, and, well, I dont have much of an answer for you other than it's jsut the list I chose, and it is as follows:

1. Don Quixote - Miguel De Cervantes
2. Pilgrim's Progress - John Bunyan
3. Robinson Crusoe - Daniel Defoe
4. Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift
5. Tom Jones - Henry Fielding
6. Clarissa - Samuel Richardson
7. Tristram Shandy - Laurence Sterne
8. Dangerous Liaisons - Pierre Choderlos De Laclos
9. Emma - Jane Austen
10. Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
11. Nightmare Abbey - Thomas Love Peacock
12. The Black Sheep - Honore De Balzac
13. The Charterhouse - of Parma Stendhal
14. The Count of Monte Cristo Alexandre Dumas
15. Sybil - Benjamin Disraeli
16. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
17. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
18. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
19. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
20. The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
21. Moby-Dick - Herman Melville
22. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
23. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
24. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
25. Little Women - Louisa M. Alcott
26. The Way We Live Now - Anthony Trollope
27. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
28. Daniel Deronda - George Eliot
29. The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoevsky
30. The Portrait of a Lady - Henry James
31. Huckleberry Finn - Mark Twain
32. Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
33. Three Men in a Boat - Jerome K. Jerome
34. The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
35. The Diary of a Nobody - George Grossmith
36. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
37. The Riddle of the Sands - Erskine Childers
38. The Call of the Wild - Jack London
39. Nostromo - Joseph Conrad
40. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
41. In Search of Lost Time - Marcel Proust
42. The Rainbow - D. H. Lawrence
43. The Good Soldier - Ford Madox Ford
44. The Thirty-Nine Steps - John Buchan
45. Ulysses - James Joyce
46. Mrs Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
47. A Passage to India - E. M. Forster
48. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
49. The Trial - Franz Kafka
50. Men Without Women - Ernest Hemingway
51. Journey to the End of the Night - Louis-Ferdinand Celine
52. As I Lay Dying - William Faulkner
53. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
54. Scoop - Evelyn Waugh
55. USA - John Dos Passos
56. The Big Sleep - Raymond Chandler
57. The Pursuit Of Love - Nancy Mitford
58. The Plague - Albert Camus
59. Nineteen Eighty-Four - George Orwell
60. Malone Dies - Samuel Beckett
61. Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
62. Wise Blood - Flannery O'Connor
63. Charlotte's Web - E. B. White
64. The Lord Of The Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
65. Lucky Jim - Kingsley Amis
66. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
67. The Quiet American - Graham Greene
68 On the Road - Jack Kerouac
69. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
70. The Tin Drum - Gunter Grass
71. Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe
72. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie - Muriel Spark
73. To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee
74. Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
75. Herzog - Saul Bellow
76. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
77. Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont - Elizabeth Taylor
78. Tinker Tailor Soldier - Spy John Le Carre
79. Song of Solomon - Toni Morrison
80. The Bottle Factory Outing - Beryl Bainbridge
81. The Executioner's Song - Norman Mailer
82. If on a Winter's Night a Traveller - Italo Calvino
83. A Bend in the River - V. S. Naipaul
84. Waiting for the Barbarians - J.M. Coetzee
85. Housekeeping - Marilynne Robinson
86. Lanark - Alasdair Gray
87. The New York Trilogy - Paul Auster
88. The BFG - Roald Dahl
89. The Periodic Table - Primo Levi
90. Money - Martin Amis
91. An Artist of the Floating World - Kazuo Ishiguro
92. Oscar And Lucinda - Peter Carey
93. The Book of Laughter and Forgetting - Milan Kundera
94. Haroun and the Sea of Stories - Salman Rushdie
95. LA Confidential - James Ellroy
96. Wise Children - Angela Carter
97. Atonement - Ian McEwan
98. Northern Lights - Philip Pullman
99. American Pastoral - Philip Roth
100. Austerlitz - W. G. Sebald

I'm going to start at #100 and work my way towards #1, so wish me luck!
I've read Lord of the Flies before, and Charlottes Web... ]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13239608/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13239608/ Wed, 06 Jun 2007 13:19:00 PDT
I hadn't listened to it in forever and going back to it, I forgot how fucking good it is.

My personal favourite is Every Man Has A Molly, but beleive me when I say thats a tough thing to choose.

Do it, do it, do it!

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Bear with the fact that it was rushed, so the editing is pretty shitty and the filming is shaky, but it does give you a good idea of how silly I really am.

So, I hope you enjoy!

[link]

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13108827/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13108827/ Sun, 27 May 2007 03:49:03 PDT
GO CARS!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13075681/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13075681/ Thu, 24 May 2007 12:22:52 PDT
Aliens, ghosts, angels, etc?

I just finished reading a short story by Neil Gaiman that didn't have much of a tale to it, but it simply outlined a boys experience with people talking of his house being haunted and how he'd never experienced it until this one time he encountered a woman outside standing under a light post who smiled at him a wicked smile leaving him completely and utterly afraid and it lead me to thinking about my house back in Thunder Bay and how I'd experienced a few things that bordered along the same lines.

I never saw figures, but little things happened that left me slightly on edge.

For one, when I had lived upstairs in the room across the hall from our bathroom, there were countless times when I would be walking out of the room and I'd feel something push at the back of my head. On one hand I imagined that there was some sort of spirit doing so, and on the other more rational side of me, I assumed it was a matter of air and its circulation in my house.

Another instance was while I lived in this same bedroom, I was at my desk doing my homework one night, and all of a sudden my stereo turned itself up, very rapidly, as high as it could go. Scaring the shit out of me, I stood up quickly, and in an attempt to turn it down, it wouldn't. It would budge, but then turn right back up. Again, part of me imagined something was doing toying with me, and the other part figured that the stereo was just malfunctioning. In the 7 years since that had happened, it did that 2 more times.

A third instance, taking place while I was in the same bedroom, but it happened on the other side of the wall in our living room, was with our home stereo. As I lay fast asleep in my bed one night, I found myself startled out of sleep because this stereo was BLASTING music. I figured that someone must be in there and waited to see if it would turn off, and it did.

Then a minute later, it started up again, and this time I figured that it couldn't possibly be someone doing this in the middle of the night. Slightly afraid, I laid there wondering what the hell it could be and figured that since normally if the CD player had been left on, and if the power went out and came back, the CD player would automatically play, that that is what was going on, but I looked at my clock and it was not blinking 12:00 like it should have if the power was going out. So slowly I got up and went into the living room, and no one was there. The light on the end table was on and the stereo was blasting, and no one was in the room. I turned it off, and nothing happened after that.

The funniest thing about this is that my whole family was home, and no one else heard it. My mom, one of the lightest sleepers ever, didn't even hear it, and this stereo was full blast.

And the final instance of fucked up things happening to me in that house was when I had lived in the basement. I was sleeping one night and woke to the feeling of my bed slightly shaking. I figured that it was just my cat scratching at the bed like he'd done before so I kicked and it stopped. But then it started again and so I kicked some more and it wouldn't stop, so I reached up and turned the light on and there was no cat in sight and my door was closed.

So those are my encounters with the possible existence of the other worldly.

How about you?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13060570/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13060570/ Wed, 23 May 2007 08:29:25 PDT
[link]

Also, a link to this specific comic because I am also a Canadian:

[link]

I may never have jumped out a window while on the run from the cops, but I sure as hell have spent my fair share of nickels with beavers on them.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13047453/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/13047453/ Tue, 22 May 2007 06:38:34 PDT [link]

You know what else is poignant?

I can bench press a school bus full of overweight teenagers on their way to fat camp with one arm.

Impressed?

You should see what I can do with the other one.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12950771/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12950771/ Mon, 14 May 2007 08:47:36 PDT
1. I applied for college! I'm applying at Ivy Tech to do general education so I can transfer to Indiana University to get into their Telecommunications program.

What does a Telecommunications student study, you ask?

The study of telecommunications includes radio, television, cable, satellite services, telephony, multimedia, and the Internet. Students learn about the design and production of programs, the managerial and legal aspects of the business, and the impact electronic media has on society.

Now, ultimately I'm interested in the film industry, but in order to take the more commercial guaranteed job approach, we figure television is the best way to work my way into it, especially living in Indiana, since the film industry isn't very big here.

2. We booked me a flight to Denver in October!

Reason?

My baby is a graphic designer and the university is sending her to a conference there and they're sending her the weekend of my birthday, so we both figured the best way to solve her not being here for my birthday is for me to go with her! I may very well be spending a lot of time by myself, but hell, I get to be with her on my birthday and visit a city I've never been to before, so it's exciting!

3. I visited the Indianapolis Motor Speedway for my first time.

Reason?

Qualifications for the Indianapolis 500.

Now, I've never been a fan of car racing, or any sports for that matter since I was about 8, so I figure I should lead off with the fact that meeting my wife got me into college basketball and Indy Car.

The excitement here is that even though I haven't been a fan very long, I got to attend something that I'd only ever seen on television. I sat and watched all these races with my wife and learned all these names of all these racers and it became this other dimension to me in the whole television world sense. And then I got to be there. Be a part of what I watched on television. Really hear it, really see it, really smell it. And it was awesome.

And this wasn't even the race! This was just qualifications. I can only imagine how awesome it will be to feel nervous about all of these cars going 220 + miles an hour and doing it so close to each other and there being a very very very good chance of one of them crashing and maybe even right in front of me.

After we got home from there I told my wife that it was one of those surreal experiences. You spend 4 hours out of your life doing something you don't normally do, and this something just happens to be televised to the entire country and you're so close to all of these famous people and then you get home and you stop and think "Was I actually there?"

And, of course I was, but 4 hours out of my life is such an insignificant amount of time it's hard to grasp the reality of something so minute by a clocks account.

So, here's to the Indy 500 giving me another dose of surreality.

I welcome it with open arms.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12909562/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12909562/ Thu, 10 May 2007 11:04:08 PDT
I wasn't tagged and I don't normally fill these out, but I figured I'd fill it out cause I'm sure theres loads you're all just dying to know about me.

1. Name: Craig
2. Nickname(s): Craiggeh, Craigo, Rocksteady, Russer
3. Birthday: October 11th, 1984
4. Place of Birth: Thunder Bay, Ontario
5. Zodiac Sign: Libra
6. Male or Female: Male
7. Education: Some College.
8. Schools you went to: Forest Park, Grandview, Algonquin, P.A.C.I., Confederation College.
9. Occupation: Awesomeographer.
10. Residence: A fun little apartment in Bloomington, Indiana with my gorgeous wife.
11. Screen Names: highliflyer and truelyasmile


_Your Appearance_

12. Hair Colo(u)r: Light Brown.
13. Hair Length: Short.
14. Eye color: Hazel Greeeen!
15. Best Feature: My antennae.
16. Height: 5ft 7.5in
17. Braces?: No sir!
18. Glasses?: Hells yes!
19. Tattoos: Not yet.
20. Piercing: Plugs in my ears, holes in my nose and eyebrow from retired piercings.
21. Righty or Lefty: Neither.

_Your 'Firsts'_

22. First best friend: Jared Riddoch. We ended up fighting each other the first day of the first grade and from then on I hated the jerk.
23. First Award: An Oscar at 3. Move over Shirley Temple.
24. First Sport You Joined: Soccer. Move over David Beckham.
25. First Pet: A chocolate lab named BJ. Move over whores.
26. First Real Vacation: What's a fake vacation? When I say I went to the moon? Cause I did, assholes, and none of you can take that away from me.
27. First Concert: Incubus, I think?
28. First Love : Judas. Watch out Jesus.

_Favorites_

29. Movie: -see info-
30. TV Show: Lost, Gilmore Girls, Futurama, Grey's Anatomy (BOO ADDISONS SPIN-OFF).
31. Color: Green, man.
32. Rapper: K-Os.
33. Band: Incubus.
34. Song Right Now: Heart of Life - John Mayer
35. Friend: Bebop.
36. Candy: Is dandy? Beer, k?
37. Sport to Play: Frisbee.
38. Restaurant: Huh. I have no idea? I mean, I just plain love food, so, the world?
39. Favorite brand to wear: Wal-Mart, what?
40. Store: Ummm, see last response.
41. School Subject: Awesomeography.
42. Animal: Me. Raow.
43. Book: The Sandman Collection - Neil Gaiman, Serenity Rose Vol. 1 - Aaron A.
44. Magazine: ReadyMade.
45. Shoes: Skate.

_Currently_

46. Feeling: Sniffly?
47. Single or Taken?: Latter please.
49. Eating: Well, I just ate, so I'm DIGESTING Spaghetti, Wheat Thins and Baby Carrots.
50. Drinking: A tall glass of awesome.
51. Typing: What the hell other answer could there be besides this quiz? I hate you question maker.
52. Online?: Umm, again. Hate.
53. Listening To: *turns iTunes on* I Live for You - George Harrison
54. Thinking About: Quantum Physics. What does quantum mean? Am I physically quantum? Please?
55. Wanting To: BE QUANTUM!
56. Watching: HATE.
57. Wearing: Button up plaid shirt, cut off gray shorts, plaid fedora, horn rimmed goggs.

_Future_

58. Want Kids?: Hells yeah!
59. Want to be Married: I already am, silly survey!
60. Careers in Mind: Too many to fathom.
61. Where do you want to live?: Pluto. He so got the shaft and needs a friend. I'll need a parka, k?
62. Car: Something that flies already, fuck.

_Which is Better With The Opposite Sex_

63. Hair color: Dark.
64. Hair length: Sexy.
65. Eye color: Puke Green.
66. Measurements: Umm, 2 x 4?
67. Cute or Sexy: Sexute? Cuxy?
68. Lips or Eyes: Intact.
69. Hugs or Kisses: Uppercuts.
70. Short or Tall: I prefer a woman equipped with Mushrooms from Super Mario Land.
71. Easygoing or serious: Yahoo Serious?
72. Romantic or Spontaneous: Can you not be spontaneously romantic? Or vice versa?
74. Sensitive or Loud: You can also be both of these. The opposite of Loud is Quiet, guys, come on.
75. Hook-up or Relationship: Meow.
77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: MEOW.

_Have you ever_

78. Kissed a Stranger: Only once. I don't kiss and tell, but I will let you know that it involved a cheetah, two litres of milk, a bail of hay and 5 roman candles.
79. Had Alcohol: Yes, and was she ever fine.
80. Smoked: Sausage. YUM. A lil' bit.
81. Ran Away From Home: No ma'am!
82. Broken a bone: Yeah, your face.
85. Broken Someones Heart: Eerily enou... ]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12872917/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12872917/ Mon, 07 May 2007 07:16:02 PDT
]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12849516/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12849516/ Sat, 05 May 2007 08:08:26 PDT I apologize for the lack of comics the past few days.
My wife has been home sick so I've been taking care of her and watching non stop TV on DVD with her (which I can't complain at all about, cause I'm loving it), so as soon as I can, I'll whip a couple out.

Peace out, homeslices.

- C Izzle.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12828813/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12828813/ Thu, 03 May 2007 14:22:33 PDT
I'm sure you've all heard the phrase "seeing is believing" before, right?

Have you ever realized how contradictive that phrase actually is?

Think about it. To believe, one relies on faith, theory, speculation. You reach deep down and feel an idea inside you and bring yourself to believing in it, be it God, Santa Claus or aliens, three things we don't know for sure are a reality.

Now seeing is something you do with your eyes (or your fingers if you're blind) and it allows you to derive fact. It's clear proof of the existence of something.

Now, how does one believe and see at the same time? The second you see and you have that proof, belief goes right out the window, doesn't it? You no longer need to have faith, you can abandon all theory and speculation because the answer is right there in front of you.

I pose this because I question the whole "glass half full/empty" thing and apparently my answer makes me neither an optimist nor a pessimist, but a realist.

I say "Well that all depends on whether you're filling or emptying the glass." and apparently that makes me a man of practicality and literal truth.

In order to form answers, I need practice and action and I can't just sit there speculating.

Well, I can agree with this ten-fold.

As much as I like to think aliens exist, I can't possibly believe they do. I can imagine they do, but theres a big difference between imagining and believing. Imagining is a mental stimulant, believing is an emotional one, and I don't think I have it in me to bring myself to tugging at my heart strings with theories and speculation.

This is why I am not a religious individual.

I'm not going to go into a religious rant, I just wanted to announce that I think I've figured that much out.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12826554/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12826554/ Thu, 03 May 2007 10:34:34 PDT
a) holding me back from living my life
b) letting go of me as well
c) doesn't approve of how I live my life

You see, when I met the woman who is now my wife, about 80% of the people I called my friends were one of those three things. Over the years I'd become close to a false sense of love when it came to these people. All along I thought these were genuine lifetime friendships, but after a while I found out that these friendships we shared, to me, we're all based on running, hiding, and drowning ourselves in holding onto innocence (alcohol). Then one day, things started getting real. I started getting sick, physically and mentally, because I wasn't taking care of myself and found myself falling further and further into a hole that I knew if I fell any further, I'd be stuck.

And then I found her.

And none of my friends could handle that I'd found that thing to set me free; to help me be happy, move on with my life, and climb out of this hole. The friend who gave me the lion in my most recent deviations, he let a fear of losing me to her just push me away further. He didn't treat her very well at first, and it made things spiral and just get worse, because as much as he said he was, he couldn't find it in himself to be genuinely happy for me.

I understood it was hard for him to understand where I was because he wasn't there with me. He had just had his heart broken and love, to him, was a "mange, scurvy thing" and so I told him that I understood where he was at, but if he couldn't get over that and be the friend I needed, then I didn't want that negativity in my life, especially if he was taking it and telling me what to do with mine.

After months of not talking, he called me just before I moved from Canada down to Indiana to get married, and I asked him if he still thought I was making a mistake, and he said he did, and since nothing changed and he still didn't feel like he was in the wrong, I decided that was it. I didn't want someone in my life who wasn't sharing the page I was on because the toxicity of it all was unbearable.

So when I was cleaning to move, the lion ended up in the trash pile, and you know, I felt bad. I didn't feel bad because I was throwing away something a friend got me for my birthday, but I felt bad because I had created this personality for this lion. I had created a mode of self-therapy and this Lion, although his personality was a product of my own thoughts, I feel like he helped me more than any of my friends ever did, and I don't think thats depressing at all.

I'm not saying my friends weren't important to me, because they were. I loved them and they were there when I needed them and for what I needed them for at the time I needed them. I may have said it was a false sense of love, but thats a retrospective account of things. It was real love at that point until I grew up that much more to come to realize that it was only a naive account of love based on what I thought it was at that point and because I grew, and they weren't growing with me and in my direction and seeing eye to eye with me, things ended up a, b, or c, because thats the way life comes and goes.

Luckily though, through everything lost and let go, I manged to hold onto the lions personality. The comics, Moonguin specifically, that I create now, they're an extension of that. Thoughts I can't quite conclude (or quasi-conclude, or even conclude for the time being) unless I put them into visual conversation. Something I can write down and look at being discussed as if there are two sides to me brainstorming something.

I have a hard time getting things to sink in.

I need something that I can look at and figure out at my own pace, which is probably a result of millions of brain cells lost, but its who I am none the less, and this is how I do it, and I'm more than glad to have not only an amazing wife who loves me and what I do and how I work, but a slowly developing fan base as well and I just hope that from here on in that the things that come in my life have no reason to go or be let go.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12787768/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12787768/ Mon, 30 Apr 2007 08:06:25 PDT
Now the awesome thing about this camera more recently is that on top of taking the pictures I have been, since we don't have a scanner, it's been my source for taking things I've drawn, to manipulate them in photoshop into the comics I've been making.

Well, it looks like I wont be doing any more of that for a while since my camera decided to malfunction. The worst part is is that I searched and found someone who had the exact same problem as I'm having with the exact same camera, and he sent it off to Sony, and they couldn't even fix it for him.

So not only is my camera broken, it's permanently broken, and we definitely don't have the money to get a new one. So now I'm going to have to wait till we can get enough money to get us a scanner so I can at least scan drawings, but as far as cameras go, we're going to have to wait a long while before we see another one of those.

Boo.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12743852/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12743852/ Thu, 26 Apr 2007 14:53:23 PDT I's busy!
Hopefully tomorrows will be extra juicy.

Peace!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12729228/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12729228/ Wed, 25 Apr 2007 11:16:55 PDT
100 in a little over a week!

RAWR!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12726941/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12726941/ Wed, 25 Apr 2007 06:57:40 PDT
So I want the lot of you to throw some suggestions out there of things I could seek out and enjoy.

I'm a huge fan of music, so the genre doesn't matter at all.

If its good, its good, you know?

So go!

Do it!

NOW!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12690566/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12690566/ Sun, 22 Apr 2007 11:07:10 PDT Might not be much to some to be featured on someone else's page, but the sheer fact that I was among the ones chosen to be so makes me very happy!

[link] <--- if you'd like to check it out.

Happy Earth Day!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12664133/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12664133/ Fri, 20 Apr 2007 06:24:31 PDT
I'm a movie, music and general entertainment industry fanatic and with the plethora of movie, song tittles, lyrics and quotes, I've discovered that it is the perfect source to tap into for my kind of humour.

I don't particularly regard it as an easy way out as far as writing goes because its one thing to copy an individuals words, but its another to take those words and derive a sense of humour out of them, especially if they're not humorous to begin with, like my most recent addition.

A simple song lyric from Incubus' Drive that I'm sure Brandon never expected to be turned into a comic involving a bear attack.

I'm sure this isn't a very innovative idea, and the title alone is probably all over the place, not to mention the style of cartooning isn't the most original, but I figured it was all very fitting for who I am and the sense of humour I am home to.

So I hope everyone enjoys this comic and I really hope out of the three that this one is the one that lasts!



EDIT: I have also decided that this comic will take the place of Snow Cold as they are similar in sense of humour but this one gives me a bit more room for creativity to work its magic. Don't be too upset though as I'm sure they'll make an appearance here and there in the future.

So, Snowman #1 and #2, here's to you.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12643177/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12643177/ Wed, 18 Apr 2007 13:35:45 PDT It wouldn't stop.
Over and over.
But then it did.

They fixed it.

And speaking of fix, when are the deviant art gods gonna get their shit together and make this place run more smoothly?

My guess is it'll get fixed around the same time the war is over.

Where have all the flowers gone, dude?

EDIT: 100 deviations! Huzzah!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12631974/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12631974/ Tue, 17 Apr 2007 12:42:20 PDT I immediately thought that perhaps I stirred up this baby tornado with the movement of my foot?

Talk about kicking up a storm.



]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12630589/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12630589/ Tue, 17 Apr 2007 10:23:46 PDT
...which I know isn't that many, but no one can take my excuse for celebrating away from me.

MEOW!

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12628333/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12628333/ Tue, 17 Apr 2007 05:45:24 PDT
I don't know how to communicate it to its fullest extent, but I am annoyed.

Assume what you will.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12619526/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12619526/ Mon, 16 Apr 2007 13:47:58 PDT
The solution?

Play happily married characters and use your own wedding band.

Might not leave much room for diversity, but you'll still earn a paycheck and keep your spouse.

That is all.

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12577657/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12577657/ Fri, 13 Apr 2007 08:09:07 PDT
Today on my jog, though, I took a new route and discovered what looks like an abandoned warehouse. Now, me being the exploring type I really want to get over there and take a look at the place so I can take some pictures, but the thing is that I'm not even officially a resident of the country yet. I still hold a K-1 (fiance) visa and we're just in the middle of adjustment of status now and so going over there would mean risking getting caught trespassing and I'd probably get the boot from this wonderful country.

So obviously I'm not going to go over there without any permission, it just sucks to have this goldmine of possibilities in my face and not being able to check it out.

I guess it wouldn't do any harm to go over there and see if anyones around to ask, would it?

]]> ~highliflyer http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12568446/ http://highliflyer.deviantart.com/journal/12568446/ Thu, 12 Apr 2007 15:00:17 PDT
It's not a big one, just a mention about the flood of pictures I'm about to add. They're from my old deviant site and I didn't want to let them go to waste on a site I don't touch, so here they are for you my loyal watchers and for whoever else may enter my realm.

Peace!

]]> ~highliflyer