Sorry I haven’t posted art much.

Pet peeve # 152 
Cutting me off when I’m talking/talking over me.
ESPECIALLY If I’m talking to a friend and you just barge in! Can’t you at least say ‘Oh hey I’m sorry to interrupt’? Or if it’s not important can you wait?

Somewhere, sometime, I said I might post the story of me chasing a turkey on a lawnmower, so now I am.

    The land yacht was a terrible machine of terrible renown. Most knew it as my grandma’s old car, and it was our ride. The driver was always my dad, which was all fine and dandy with me. We’d be in a ditch by now if I was behind the wheel. In the passenger seat this time was my dear and close friend, whom for the purpose of her anonymity, I shall call Steve. Our destination was the one and only Catnip production facility of doom, but I generally just call it Grandma’s.


    As we pulled off the highway, onto a dirt road that led to our destination, I remarked upon a familiar spot. There used to be a classic style barber’s across the highway from the turn. It had been gone for ages, and I had only gotten my hair cut there once,but somehow I missed the place. The car passed a few more nostalgic places, the corkscrew tree, the llama ranch, a bridge over a creek, and an old ex-friends house. Given that this old ex-friend had stolen money from me, crushed frogs after catching them with me and was an all around despicable being, I tiredly flipped her house the all American bird. It’s been twelve years though, so she may be a much better person now.


    At the end of the lane, we pull into the last piece of property. A handful of buildings scatter the place, one home to my grandma and a truckload of cats we’ve found in the catnip fields. The base of what we like to call the Catnip Cartel. We pile out of the vehicle. Like opening the lid on a container of jello we spill out, tired and lazy. Today is a burn day. It’s an easy set of jobs, more or less. The trees around here, cotton woods and willows that provide shade and windbreak, generally lose a few limbs from time to time. We burn the cotton woods, and then mulch the willows for use in the catnip fields. The cotton woods make saplings if we try that with them.


    It doesn’t take long to pile up all the willow next to the new garage where it will meet its fate. Dragging the rest to the bank of the creek is a little more tedious. Me and Steve like watching the fire when we start it up, but there isn’t a point for me to keep an eye on the fire too, and I am eventually called to help feed willow sticks into the shredder. With me and my dad both turning the sticks into useful chips, it takes no time at all. Unfortunately.


    ”Ivy, go to patch 5 and get weeding.” That’s the order.


    ”What?” I ask, turning my head and giving him the usual weary look. “Which one is that, one half of the old long patch?”


    ”Patch 5.”


    ”I have no idea which one you mean.”


    I don’t have any idea what he means, in fact the number I’ve written here is probably wrong. One day, my dad woke up and arbitrarily numbered them, and I think the numbers change. Since then he refuses to call them by the old names, and I refuse to call them by the new names. Doesn’t help that I hate weeding. It’s pointless, and the weeds just come back. More importantly, the quack grass comes back, and I’d devised many ideas on how to keep them out without weeding. Such as an underground block to keep out their roots, even if that didn’t work it certainly would make my job easier.


    ”You mean the one past the fire shed? The ‘Garden Patch’?”


    His solution is to lead me over and point. It’s the one I exactly described. He knows the old name, after all, it’s what his mother had called it for little under a billion eons. I roll my eyes, and go find the buckets and trowels. Time to get down to work, in view of the fire, which is a lot cooler in the shade then the blistering, open sunlight of the patches.


    I’ve come to a lot of great ideas, weeding these gardens. I’ve sculpted stories, contemplated rises to fame and fortune in a variety of ways, and created solutions to my technical problems. Technical problems like how to write a code for a video game in a certain way, without setting my computer on fire or accidentally writing a virus. As I thought about the universe, how that if it has no edge it must not have an ‘end’, a familiar alarm broke.


    ”Turkey!”


    Steve looks up from the fire, it’s between Grandma’s and where she watches the fire. My dad is the one who sounded the alarm. The turkey, dazed and confused, looked at me. I looked at it. Like the calm before the storm, I rose to my feet. My eyes briefly flickered to my tool of choice, the machine I felt most at home with. The only thing that would terrify the ‘wild turkey’ away.


    Calm as a breeze, gentle as songbird, I take the excuse to climb up into the seat. Black leather burns, and I can feel skin peeling from my back as I take my seat upon my dark throne. I turn the throttle all the way up, to what is labeled as a cheetah. My foot held down the brake, and I turned the ignition. My mount heeds my call, you could say. This would be the only time it actually functioned on my first attempt to start it. It knew.


    It roared into life, and me and my trusty mount charged. Straight for the turkey, who had suddenly thought better than to be right where it was, right now. The chase was on, and there were calls from behind. One I picked out from my dad was ‘Mulch the son of a bitch!’ It was what I was prepared, and allowed beforehand, to do.


    There are two important facts you must know before I go one. One, is the turkey. A neighbor set them free to eat their neighbors gardens and wander, and then had the gall to tell my grandmother that there were ‘wild turkeys’ about. Being the sassy, terrifying woman she is, she mentioned that at least she could save money on thanksgiving, and I can only hope she also said shotgun slugs weren’t hard to remove from a bird.


    Two is that, when I have one ultimate goal, such as hitting a turkey with a lawnmower at full speed, I get a little giddy and energetic. Which comes out as laughter. A laughter that cannot be stopped, even if I stuff my hand into my mouth. I’m not crazy, unless, you count being a high school student crazy, because I was at the time then.


    So the scene was set, me laughing like a psychopath, as if I may commit a bloody murder, on a black lawnmower that is only surpassed in volume by my own hellish cackle. If you’ve never seen a turkey run, particularly running away in terror, it was kind of like cross between an emu and a chicken. It didn’t particularly flap its wings, it just flattened them close, lifted it’s body and head. The bird ran on the tips of its toes, and was gathered like a lady pulling her skirts up just to get the fuck out.


    The bird knew where it was going, there was a part of the fence low enough it could get over and keep going. It was going home, retracing the path it came in on. It rounded the chicken coup, and was gone. You know how you chase an animal away from eating something, and they’ll stop a few feet past a barrier between you and them? This turkey did not stop. It did not think to strike again. I have not seen that turkey since. That turkey was effectively gone. I can only imagine my laughter echoing in its ears at the slaughterhouse, haunting it until it’s last moments. It escaped the lawnmower, but not the horror.


    Speaking of my horrible self, who usually speaks against animal cruelty, everything was crystal clear. I slowed the lawnmower to a stop, still in a fit of giggles, and cut the engine. Every little detail of that short chase was etched into my memory, and as I climbed out of the seat shaking and chortling, all I could think of was how fun that had been. That it was a shame that the turkey got away, but still fresh in my mind was the thrill of the chase.


    The rest I cannot remember so clearly, but I think it had my dad laughing and clapping. My friend probably shook her head, and went back to checking on the fire or reading her book. I learned something that day. I haven’t the faintest clue how I could put it into words, but I think it might have something to do with what I’m capable of. I felt capable, somehow, and I haven’t lost that, and I’ve been more lively or productive since I got behind the black wheel of terror. I’ve since also started dabbling in making horror stories.

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raygender:

themediafix:

Breaking news: The D.C. Appeals Court just killed Net Neutrality.This could be the end of the Internet as we know it. But it doesn’t have to be. Tell the FCC to restore Net Neutrality: http://bit.ly/1iOOjoe

they want to make the internet like tv. with channels and paying to get to specific websites and things. net neutrality = not doing that

This impacts every internet user. Please signal boost the hell out of this and sign the petition if you are American

I do not reblog things like this very often, but this affects me both personally and my business as a freelance artist.
In the economy here; cash is already strapped as it is. You bet your ass companies would suck the ever living life out of misc. art sites.
I don’t want it to ever come down to me choosing between groceries or purchasing a new tier package via comcast to be able to access tumblr or DeviantArt (let alone not guaranteeing I’ll even be seen by my customer base since they may not want to pay out their asses either). It doesn’t seem important to most, but I do 90% of my business online entirely.
Please sign up, fight for this and share it with your followers/friends/family and urge them to give them hell as well.

Not writing related, but this is incredibly important. While we pay for service via ISPs, the internet has been a relatively free space where everyone, no matter their income level, is able to connect, access a wealth of information, and express themselves. The Internet has become a major part of our culture as human beings and the notion that ISPs might be able to limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more is utterly sickening. A lot of us are cash strapped as is, and I’d rather not be limited even more by someone else’s greed. Net Neutrality is essential and I hope you guys will understand why it needs to remain.
-Morgan
P.S. Signal boost this if you’re able.

“ limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more”
 limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more
 limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more
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DO YOU WANT THIS? NO?? CLICK THE LINK. REBLOG.

I don’t care who you are, what kind of blog you are, whatever.  Net neutrality is SO important, and SO worth fighting for.  Reblog this, spread it, get signatures, MAKE CALLS!  Do what needs to be done to protect net neutrality so that people who depend on open access to the web; freelance artists and writers, beginning businesses and whatnot, can still make a living for themselves.  And… really, who wants toll booths on the internet?  Boost this!  Boost the living hell out of it!  Click that little link and put your name on that petition!  It doesn’t even take a full minute! 

kujjlesdomain:

chakrabot:

slitheringink:

artofcarmen:

fyeahwhovians:

raygender:

themediafix:

Breaking news: The D.C. Appeals Court just killed Net Neutrality.

This could be the end of the Internet as we know it. But it doesn’t have to be. 

Tell the FCC to restore Net Neutrality: http://bit.ly/1iOOjoe

they want to make the internet like tv. with channels and paying to get to specific websites and things. net neutrality = not doing that

This impacts every internet user. Please signal boost the hell out of this and sign the petition if you are American

I do not reblog things like this very often, but this affects me both personally and my business as a freelance artist.

In the economy here; cash is already strapped as it is. You bet your ass companies would suck the ever living life out of misc. art sites.

I don’t want it to ever come down to me choosing between groceries or purchasing a new tier package via comcast to be able to access tumblr or DeviantArt (let alone not guaranteeing I’ll even be seen by my customer base since they may not want to pay out their asses either). It doesn’t seem important to most, but I do 90% of my business online entirely.

Please sign up, fight for this and share it with your followers/friends/family and urge them to give them hell as well.

Not writing related, but this is incredibly important. While we pay for service via ISPs, the internet has been a relatively free space where everyone, no matter their income level, is able to connect, access a wealth of information, and express themselves. The Internet has become a major part of our culture as human beings and the notion that ISPs might be able to limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more is utterly sickening. A lot of us are cash strapped as is, and I’d rather not be limited even more by someone else’s greed. Net Neutrality is essential and I hope you guys will understand why it needs to remain.

-Morgan

P.S. Signal boost this if you’re able.

“ limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more”

 limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more

 limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more

 limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more

 limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more

DO YOU WANT THIS? NO?? CLICK THE LINK. REBLOG.

I don’t care who you are, what kind of blog you are, whatever.  Net neutrality is SO important, and SO worth fighting for.  Reblog this, spread it, get signatures, MAKE CALLS!  Do what needs to be done to protect net neutrality so that people who depend on open access to the web; freelance artists and writers, beginning businesses and whatnot, can still make a living for themselves.  And… really, who wants toll booths on the internet?  Boost this!  Boost the living hell out of it!  Click that little link and put your name on that petition!  It doesn’t even take a full minute! 

Excercises in frustration

Me: Hey mom, I can only miss 2 days of school to go to my brother’s wedding, but it should be okay with three drivers.
Mom: Oh okay.
5 minutes later my Uncle visits, he’s one of the three drivers.
Uncle: Hey we should go to this barbeque before hand.
Mom: Oh okay.
5 minutes later.
Mom: Hey we’re leaving early to hit up the barbeque beforehand that no one knew about.
Me: What?! What did I just tell you?!

Kicker: Barbeque isn’t before the wedding and it’s not for us.

I was browsing my reference/tutorial folder, and I realized that timing sketches is a great way to get faster, so I decided to take it a step further. Do something animated with a 30sec timer for each (9 in this case) frames.I figured a walk cycle would be a good start, but it’s more of a strut.What I find funny is that it totally animates in tune to all the songs I’m listening to.

I was browsing my reference/tutorial folder, and I realized that timing sketches is a great way to get faster, so I decided to take it a step further. Do something animated with a 30sec timer for each (9 in this case) frames.
I figured a walk cycle would be a good start, but it’s more of a strut.

What I find funny is that it totally animates in tune to all the songs I’m listening to.

Here’s roughly what I know of the HUD. Also I realized that the outer lock-on circle also goes yellow for mid range, and blue for way far away.
I love everything of the HUD except for the huuuge lock-on circle. But maybe I can mod it… Later.Also it is kinda a game that is 90% girl characters in somewhat skimpy outfits. Also, the music is cool, but some tracks feel like they don’t suit to me.
Oh, and here’s the Japanese info page:http://www.maroon.dti.ne.jp/yamadayaar/ss2operation.html

Here’s roughly what I know of the HUD. Also I realized that the outer lock-on circle also goes yellow for mid range, and blue for way far away.

I love everything of the HUD except for the huuuge lock-on circle. But maybe I can mod it… Later.

Also it is kinda a game that is 90% girl characters in somewhat skimpy outfits. Also, the music is cool, but some tracks feel like they don’t suit to me.

Oh, and here’s the Japanese info page:
http://www.maroon.dti.ne.jp/yamadayaar/ss2operation.html

So this SoulSaber2 I got isn’t quite a complete, but it’s fun so far. I’ve got ver 1.01, it’s made by a circle called Yamadaya.My main problem with it is the camera, because it’s not really set up for any tight corners or such. Great for running as you can see above.
It’s kinda like a multiplayer team battle, with teams going from I think 2 to 4 in size. Thing is, I’ve got zero luck on finding any English documentation so far, so I’ll just post up controls right here for people (And myself in case muscle memory fails me), and next I’ll dissect the HUD.Arrow keys to move, you’re automatically locked onto someone, so up is towards, back to move away. Left-right will kinda strafe. Double tap to run.
Z Key is melee,
X Key is ranged, I think some characters can hold the button.
C Key is jump and glide,
V is some sort of shield or charge up bullets (I did seem to run out time to time)?
Space changes who you’re locked onto.For key config, the ingame one doesn’t seem to work for me? (Like it’s not implemented or something?) But there are separate config.exe outside of the game. Haven’t messed with it yet.

So this SoulSaber2 I got isn’t quite a complete, but it’s fun so far. I’ve got ver 1.01, it’s made by a circle called Yamadaya.
My main problem with it is the camera, because it’s not really set up for any tight corners or such. Great for running as you can see above.


It’s kinda like a multiplayer team battle, with teams going from I think 2 to 4 in size.
Thing is, I’ve got zero luck on finding any English documentation so far, so I’ll just post up controls right here for people (And myself in case muscle memory fails me), and next I’ll dissect the HUD.

Arrow keys to move, you’re automatically locked onto someone, so up is towards, back to move away. Left-right will kinda strafe. Double tap to run.

Z Key is melee,

X Key is ranged, I think some characters can hold the button.

C Key is jump and glide,

V is some sort of shield or charge up bullets (I did seem to run out time to time)?

Space changes who you’re locked onto.

For key config, the ingame one doesn’t seem to work for me? (Like it’s not implemented or something?) But there are separate config.exe outside of the game. Haven’t messed with it yet.

Comiket Day 3, in which I got there early enough to be covered in other peoples sweat.

Herp, accidentally hit publish before I typed anything.

Well anyways, I got to the ThunderDome just after 10 or 11, and so there was no line just a slow moving mosh-pit. I went to the west-hall, which was a good Idea and I’ll tell you why in a second, because I wanted to by me some indie games. Doujin-soft (as in software) is the word, so I imagine there are some things other than games.

But I wanted games, and I got games (the most expensive ones were 1,000 yen, that’s about 10$!)

Game list:
ACE OF SEAFOOD - this fucking game. It sounds like a joke when I talk about it, but imagine any of the sort of ace-pilot games, but with fish instead. 100 yen. It might be the best game per price here, or overall.

Ninja Rising, prototype ver. - Girl strider demo pretty much. 100 yen. Looks sweet!

Sky Lens - trial ver 1.1 Another side scrolling action game. Looks promising. I hope it controls like Devil May Cry (1,3,4 that is.) 300 yen.

Soul Saber 2 - It was at a previous Comiket, when I looked up things to expect in the Doujin-soft department. It’s some sort of run + gun 3d action game, with what looks like special costumes and clothing damage. Oh, and boobs. 1000 yen, but also it is a full game. And sequel? I looked up the first game, and apparently its a broken as shit 3D fighter with okay 3D.

Last is by that was kinda impulse, Fault Milestone One, because it looks like fantasy mideval Higurashi in the preview video I saw. 1000 yen for the steam key, The CD was more expensive only slightly, but I don’t remember how much.

Anyway, the east halls were sweaty people filled hell. It was also hentai day, so I was a little awkward wading through men to find out I was in the wrong half of the east hall, and to run to other side to get what I was looking for. A tame PSO2 comic that was just there on a weird day!

After that I elected to abandon the rest of the things on my list, visited cosplayers, and curled up behind a pillar with some ‘drinking icecream.’

So it was searing hot, and everything I wished for. Aside from other’s sweat on me, but a towel helped. And I didn’t die! I also didn’t buy any touhou based games, because I’m not a good shmup player. There was also the slapping game, Carnelian, but I didn’t want it. Don’t get me wrong, though, great game with great art. My brother got it and it came with an art piece and thanks card, and some other stuff.

Comiket Cont.

So Day 1 I got most of my stuff.

Day 2, we missed a bus but found a better train route, I scored some mediocre Attack on Titan swag, and some cat stuff. Missed everything from one anime/Manga I was looking for, Karnival, but that’s okay because someone was still there selling a SHINEY PSO2 Comic. Some of my Attack on Titans loving friends may get some lewd comics, btw.

Also, went to Akihabara again, but this time played some Taiko Drum Master IIDX Gold Edition or whatever. It had Touhou Songs.

Battery is dying on the laptop gotta go.

Also Kewpie Mayo (aka Japanese Mayo) is the best crack ever.