Showing posts with label doodles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doodles. Show all posts
Friday, May 18, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
My introduction continues!
Okay, some more information.
For you people who go to school with me: no, this won't stop me from babbling madly at school. For example, you may hear me yelling about Saddam Hussein piñatas at school, then come visit my blog and see more, possibly more articulate, ranting. That's just the way it goes.
I get a lot of ideas in my sleep. I keep a little pad of paper by my bed for such occasions. Often, I wake up in the morning and see things like "BUZNESS CRAD SHREDTER" or "DID I FINNISH MATH HMEWORK?" that I had blindly scrawled at 3 a.m. before going back to bed. It's a lot of fun deciphering my horrible low-light chickenscratch.
Occasionally, I will post old rants from months or years long past. Here's one from February 2006. I loves it so much.
If I think of any more things to announce, I'll make a third welcome post. Otherwise, expect real content next week or so. Byyyyyyye!
For you people who go to school with me: no, this won't stop me from babbling madly at school. For example, you may hear me yelling about Saddam Hussein piñatas at school, then come visit my blog and see more, possibly more articulate, ranting. That's just the way it goes.
I get a lot of ideas in my sleep. I keep a little pad of paper by my bed for such occasions. Often, I wake up in the morning and see things like "BUZNESS CRAD SHREDTER" or "DID I FINNISH MATH HMEWORK?" that I had blindly scrawled at 3 a.m. before going back to bed. It's a lot of fun deciphering my horrible low-light chickenscratch.
Occasionally, I will post old rants from months or years long past. Here's one from February 2006. I loves it so much.
If I think of any more things to announce, I'll make a third welcome post. Otherwise, expect real content next week or so. Byyyyyyye!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Hi. I made a blog.
It's happened at last. I made a blog.
For the past several years, I've attempted several methods of saying "Hey! Look at me!" over the internet. I wanted a webcomic, but I can't draw. I wanted a website about webcomics, but those suck. I made a fanpage for a video game, but someone else who actually did some research beat me to the punch with a far higher-quality and in-depth page. Filmmaking, novel-writing, satirical music (actually, pretty much all of these examples were rife with satire). I couldn't decide. But one thing I didn't want was a blog. No no no. Blogs are a-dime-a-dozen, and--no offence, friends--most of the blogs I've seen are filled with nothing more than one or two sentence ramblings about how life sucks. Thanks, Sucky Blog Author. You obviously don't care about your blog, so why should I care about reading it?
Yes, I was terrified of becoming a Sucky Blog Author. I was afraid of having to be funny or insightful every single post. I was afraid of getting lazy and abandoning my minimal reader base. Actually, I'm still terrified of those things.
Sod off, Blog-Related Fears Personified. I'm not going to let you boss me around, even if you are grotesque and scary. THIS IS MY REALM OF BLOGDOM! IN YOUR FACE AFOREMENTIONED PERSONIFICATIONS OF MY FEARS!
Mmm-hm. This will hopefully end up being a conglomeration of my past aspirations. Expect many bad ideas and worse sketches, like so:
And with that, I go to bed. G'night, world!
For the past several years, I've attempted several methods of saying "Hey! Look at me!" over the internet. I wanted a webcomic, but I can't draw. I wanted a website about webcomics, but those suck. I made a fanpage for a video game, but someone else who actually did some research beat me to the punch with a far higher-quality and in-depth page. Filmmaking, novel-writing, satirical music (actually, pretty much all of these examples were rife with satire). I couldn't decide. But one thing I didn't want was a blog. No no no. Blogs are a-dime-a-dozen, and--no offence, friends--most of the blogs I've seen are filled with nothing more than one or two sentence ramblings about how life sucks. Thanks, Sucky Blog Author. You obviously don't care about your blog, so why should I care about reading it?
Yes, I was terrified of becoming a Sucky Blog Author. I was afraid of having to be funny or insightful every single post. I was afraid of getting lazy and abandoning my minimal reader base. Actually, I'm still terrified of those things.
Sod off, Blog-Related Fears Personified. I'm not going to let you boss me around, even if you are grotesque and scary. THIS IS MY REALM OF BLOGDOM! IN YOUR FACE AFOREMENTIONED PERSONIFICATIONS OF MY FEARS!
Mmm-hm. This will hopefully end up being a conglomeration of my past aspirations. Expect many bad ideas and worse sketches, like so:
And with that, I go to bed. G'night, world!
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