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I've been over-thinking my work too much. I look at everything from a publishing level and it lost its sense of artiness. I feel like I've been commercialized like Disney artists.

There are times I like it that way. That nice, clean, professional feeling that can be a desktop wallpaper for months... or... The art of the moment. The expression of not only the piece, but the creative process and sketches and idea tossing.

There are so many artists like "DO NOT NOTE ME! only contact me weekly!"

I mean, yeah, when you have several people who keep trying to talk to ya on a daily basis, when your set to 'away' or 'busy', it can be... annoying. And besides,it's hard to work and type. BUT, if someone who just threw me $ and says, 'hey, I haven't decided on her fur pattern.' I can totally make up for the creative end. I LIKE having the chance to be creative. So many people treat it like a chore. D: And it's sad because they will do it to their own clients.

To artiness! *raises chalice*

I've been writing. Well, more like trying to write. I'm really shy about my writing. I have to get some out to be able to draw again. I'm going to work on a side project for myself as a reward to myself for every client piece I finish.

I'm going to illustrate concepts from my book. I was thinking maybe drawing "Julia's Sketchbook of Delinar". If I ever get the story published, it can be fun, sneak-peak web content.

I wanted to integrate my Delinar concepts into an online game community, Kingdoms of Delinar.

I won't let Delinar slip away. Yeah, medieval fantasy is overplayed, but I'm doing it MY way. And I believe I have a common interest... Even if it is with a younger generation.

I'm going to start logging each scare my rubber snake delivers. >:)

I've had this fake snake since I was seven-years-old and kept up with the number of 'spooks' for fifteen years.

Today was awesome.
We have pest control roll through monthly. Spook was wrapped around the leg of the entertainment stand at the front door.
Two men step in, a tall black man and a short lil' old white man.
The black man saw it right away and lurched back, almost dropping his chemical tank. As for the white man, well, if it were a snake, it would have bit em'. lol

The black man stared at me hard like I had tricked him out of his wallet. XD

To be honest, the snake statistics are leaning more towards the black folks only because they NOTICE the snake. White folks walk right past the sucker.

I had an interesting dream last night. I’ll sum it up with what’s left in my fading memory of it.

The world had gone to poop. Everything was left to slums. It was almost as if most of humanity had already moved on and left Earth to rot with its underprivileged.

There was an alien presence upon the earth. They offered health and education and occasionally collected slaves. Their presence had been known for generations and only certain groups (gangs) were feared by humans.

I was captured into slavery with Morgan and my two friends Sarah and her boyfriend Allen. It wasn’t a bad thing though. We felt almost as if we had been saved from the diseased slums and brought into a civilized working class.

We were taken aboard a housing ship and Morgan and Allen worked for the “Ship” <-like working for the State) and Sarah and I were sold to the same individual. I cleaned and Sarah cooked for them and made sandwiches and games for their children.

The aliens looked like really pale humans but had strange waterless bathroom and sink facilities (made it really hard to clean without water and soap).

We worked a full day and were left free to roam. We were limited to everything their children were limited to. Morgan hated it. He hated them. I was afraid he would murder one and get killed himself.

Very awesome dream! I would love to build a short story around this concept my sleeping conscious conjured up.

Looking for scrap foam, I asked mom to ask her interior designer friend.
This was her email to me:

"
Well, Lynn called me with the info. All I said to her in the email was that you needed foam for a project, scrap or to buy. She said she goes to “Edge Manufacturing” and I looked it up and it is off of hwy 65. I didn’t tell her it was for a furry-ass suit. So here is the site info, which is just a map and number...
"

XD 'Furry-ass suit'... I love my mom...

I want to make a partial fursuit for myself to see if I got what it takes to make commissioned fursuits. *steals Sarah's hair-dresser manikin head*

I have an airbrush(air-pump*), a sewing machine, and a head to work on. I guess I need a head-sock, foam, and some old shoes next. *gasp* What glue do I use? I need some tutorials. There are so many people out there with great ideas! :D

Does anyone have any awesome tutorial/supply/people/group links?

I can't wait to get started. :3

*note to self: I need pressure gauge for the air-pump <-

My head is swimming. I'm afraid to take dramamine because my dizziness is hormonal. I'm going to drink some grape juice and sit the rest of today out...

I'm glad FA is down.
I need to do some traditional sketches anyway...

I'm starting a learning log. It's an attempt at things I would need some serious research/work to accomplish.

This time, I want to re-program the dash of my car. ;)
(and keep the mileage)


I want to program it to be a Digimon Gigapet from 1997. (More at tamatalk.com)


I wonder if this is even possible without ruining what's already on there...