I felt compelled to throw something together for Halloween since I'm not going trick-or-treating [for alcohol] like other classmates. My plan is to hit up the supermarket at midnight to snag all the half-off Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Trick or treat indeed.

My friend asked me if I had any qualms about working for certain companies--for example, a top secret government project involving biological warfare that uses unethical research methods, Resident Evil style. It just so happens that I'm allergic to top secrets and research, but I concluded that if working for such a company increases my chances of meeting stoic, heroic heartthrobs like Leon S. Kennedy or Chris Redfield, I'd go for it. Even if it means I have to be an inconvenient obstacle (In RE4, I should have left Ashley in the dumpster and never looked back)

Blogspot doesn't seem to be resizing pictures at all, which is sort of annoying since it's cropping off the right-side of pictures.

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Something quick and silly.

I don't play Ragnarok Online anymore, but some of the things in the game still amuse me-- like a headband that makes you run faster. I wish I had one for high school gym class.

DS Errors and strife

Playing around with the DS. Then we switched places and the DS played around with me. Search up "1 girl 2picturesmangled" on YouTube. You probably won't find anything, but if you do, please link it.

I haven't had much time to draw or doodle with all my classes causing a 3-exam pileup on my schedule. The bad news is that I didn't set the curve. The good news is that everyone else did worse than me. Relativity rules!

Much to my dismay, placing a textbook against my head does not cause the information to diffuse into my skull, even if I press super hard.

Friends have told me that information does transfer into the brain via reading, but that would require the use of my eyes--which are too busy being closed or watching old episodes of Firefly.

RO fanart

Ragnarok Online fanart. The character designs are just too neat to pass up.

I haven't gotten much time to draw lately with exams coming up--which is fine, since I accidentally shipped my R4 DS to the wrong address anyways. I told my parents it was "much-needed hardware" for my computer, so they'll be none the wiser.

Just some pixel work from the past few months. Personal portraits done for characters in Furcadia, an old roleplay community I used to frequent when I was a tweenager. It took me a few years to realize my drawing abilities were better than my writing ones.

Every portrait is limited to 95x95 pixels and 256 colors. I used to sit and draw these pixel by pixel. However, since spending 6 hours on a total of 9,025 pixels doesn't really get me all giddy-like, I do a larger painting and just shrink the whole thing down and touch it up from there. Actually, the hardest part of making these is coming up with a portrait that fits into a square and still manages to display cleavage.

One day I'll actually draw a figure in an environment. Not today, though.

My mother found my sketchbook the other day-- a moment I've been dreading since I stopped drawing ponies. Needless to say, she asked me (in a concerned voice) if I was depressed because she mistook my inability to properly render smiling people for some emotional distress. I simply answered "no" and told her, truthfully, that my drawings generally don't reflect my emotional state.

Maybe when she finds my sketchbook full of human hair and fingernail clippings, she'll have more reason to worry.

I did it, Abby!

I felt pretty guilty when Abby broke the 20 post mark and I still hadn't posted anything.
Here's some stuff I'm working on for school...?

This one is a quick color thumbnail. Going to bring it to full illustration level of completion by next Saturday. Ignore the fact that I couldn't decide if the background was supposed to be trees or sky. I assume I'll figure it out before Saturday.

This is a "Beast of Burden" for a world I'm developing in a concept class. He transports things! Clearly unfinished.

Much to my surprise, UC Davis doesn't have an official figure drawing class. Fortunately, there's a small band of grad students that host a weekly 3-hour "figure drawing club" where anyone is welcome to come in and draw. Because it's only 3 hours, there aren't any poses longer than 20 minutes--which is fine. My attention span for a single pose is about 30 minutes, at which point I start drawing things that aren't there...like tentacles, or various body parts. Hey, I think an extra left arm would look great on your forehead!

Sketch Dump

I wish my scanner was just an inch bigger. That, or I need to get a smaller sketchbook.

Ignore my plant bio notes. :(

In retrospect...

Google may not have designed a real time machine, but their 2001 index puts you close enough. I find it impressive that they actually have the old site descriptions indexed as well.

http://www.google.com/search2001.html

Look up World of Warcraft or YouTube (okay, maybe this one isn't as exciting). Maybe even Blogger!

Napping substitute

I was thinking about napping the entire time I was doing this. In the end, I feel like this is a little more impressive than a groggy girl.

Tina: I pre-ordered Wrath of the Lich King! Let's go slay undead armies together! It will be like a romantic date, but instead of a violin, the clash of swords and cheers of victory over evil shall serenade us!

Afro tree

Geese are evil.

I won't say I hate geese because they taste great with a little hoisin sauce, but they are evil. My father used to take me to a local shopping plaza that had a giant artificial lake, complete with ducks and hellgeese. At this point in time, park authorities hadn't gotten around to putting up "do not feed waterfowl" signs yet, but sometimes, deep in my heart, I wish they did. Perhaps then I wouldn't harbor such a deep-seated dislike for geese.

Ducks are docile and geese are greedy. It's a principle that I learned at the tender age of 5 after I was chased onto a bench by a particularly belligerent waterfowl. I should have known something was amiss when all the ducks and pigeons dispersed upon the arrival of the geese, but instead, I fed it. Did you know that a goose can break a man's leg with its wing? No? Well, they're also very good at chasing little kids around. What resulted was me, standing on a bench, with a goose honking for my bread (or flesh, I wasn't very good at demonic tongue/goose at 5-years-old) while my father stood by and laughed at the entire situation (a slight I've yet to forgive).

The moral of the story: don't feed a goose, but if you must feed one, make sure there's a bench nearby.

Other sketches: http://www.binkerville.com/yard/2008/?M=D

Quite possibly the worst headache in the world.