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|Monday, May 5th, 2014|
|Sunday, November 21st, 2010|
You know what's pretty fucking crazy? I haven't updated this thing in like 9 months.
I'd love to say there was a good reason, but really.. Meh. 2010 wasn't especially good to me. I've had worse years, but not many. I made a little checklist at the beginning of the year, so let's see how I did with that.Get a job.
Did. Had it for about a year. Currently don't know if I'm still employed or not.Start work on huge art project #1.
Yeah, I abandoned that project about a week after I started it.Start work on huge art project #2.
I wish I had said what it was, cause I don't even know..Redo my webcomic for the fifth and final time.
Fuck yes, I have been making that happen lately.Save up for a car.
I bought a car the other day. A Camero I think. I dunno, on the bottom it says Shelby GT500. Hot Wheels cars ftw.
So yeah, work sucked, the bosses I had were outright mean to the workers, and almost worse to the residents. Why is it that retirement homes tend to be run by douchebags? All I know is, they are cutting back everyone's hours, so hopefully that means they're going under. The place was crap, the food was crap, the way the old people were being treated was crap. I was honestly offered a better job a few times, but I stayed cause I knew some of the residents and wanted to take care of them, but if I got let go.. Well, I won't miss the place, I just hope that everyone living there finds somewhere better.
I have been doing my webcomic again! It has taken me forever to get my shit together and start writing it decently. The major problem with trying to tell a story is that you forget other people don't know all the details. You tend to assume they know what you know, and as a result the writing suffers. I'm trying not to make the comic dumbed down, but hopefully everyone will get the gist of each joke. Not every comic is going to be funny, I'll state that now, there will be serious and depressing stuff every now and then, but for now, I think even if you don't get the jokes right away, you can always come back later. I mean, even if you never get the joke, that's fine too, cause there's lots of them.
The webcomic is here if you'd like to follow along, it gets updated pretty frequently so you won
I've missed my lj friends, I seriously need to catch up with you all, but I don't even know where to start.
What's new and exciting? What are we all spazzing about? I'm so out of the loop.
|Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010|
So. First thing. Not dead. Mostly.
Second. I've been trying to get my shit together lately. 2009 sucked unimaginable amounts of ass. Imagine all the asses you know, all you've ever seen, and then pretty much anytime you've ever seen anyone anywhere that does, in fact, have an ass. Yeah. Sucked more than that.
"What sucked so bad about it?" Everything. Hardly any art, nothing particularly good at all. I mean, I'm sure there would have to be one or two good things, but as of this moment I don't care to go down memory lane.
2010 will be good. I will fucking MAKE IT HAPPEN. Somehow.
Checklist of stuff I've managed to get done:
Get a job. Technically this would be last year, but fuck it, it counts cause I still have it.
Start work on huge art project #1
. It's currently about 5 parts out of 22, but I'm making that happen, and art takes time.
Start work on huge art project #2
. Only started that last night, but it's getting there.
Redo my webcomic for the fifth and final time. I'm about 7 pages in, so yeah, that's going along nicely.
Save up for a car. Working on that. Does anyone have any idea how much a decent second hand car goes for?
Do more internet things that people like. Trying to get that one accomplished in spades.
Huge art project #1
Huge art project #2
: (Will be online ideally by the weekend)
Internet things people like: http://nemfxslegions.blogspot.com/
Internet things people like: http://theinternetsnemfx.deviantart.com/
So how have you all been?
|Monday, September 7th, 2009|
I try not to use my livejournal for stupid whiny stuff anymore (read: i use my livejournal for whiny stuff, like everybody else) but did i offend anyone lately? cause seriously, ive been noticing a few people giving me the cold shoulder over the last two or three months, and if i did something, please tell me, cause i dont get it.
|Saturday, July 25th, 2009|
I don't update often.
I don't like updating.
I never have anything good to say ever.
Chances are, this is little better.
I honestly feel like I've been regressing in pretty much everything. Since I graduated high school, I can't honestly say I feel like I've accomplished anything. And for the record, I graduated more than just a little while ago. I forget which year I graduated, so let's just say 3, because I don't really care how long it's been.
Man. I fucking hated high school, but at least I had some small structure in my life. Wake up, curse for an hour while getting ready, spend a ton of money on McDonalds each day because it was next door to the school and we could all smell when something was being cooked. Rinse, repeat.
When I look at my huge list of accomplishments since then, I have maybe 5 things that come to mind..
I finally got an x-box. Not the 360, I couldn't afford one. Just the regular one. I beat like 5 of the games so far, which is uncommon, normally I'm great at a game until the last boss, which is when I apparently become retarded and lose all ability. But the thing about the x-box is.. I've beaten a couple of games completely by accident. Halo 2, Brotherhood of Steel, etc.
I finally won at bingo a sum over 100$. I spent it all in about a week. Back to being poor for me.
I got a tablet and started using it. At least when my room pc lets me. It hasn't worked for more than a few seconds this week. I really should get around to fixing it.
I made a third space marine army. Well that bingo money wasn't going to spent itself. Seriously, games workshop, the people that make those models must have coated each with cocaine or something. I have like.. 2000 models or thereabouts. I could have bought a car.
I have somehow managed to damn near completely isolate myself socially. I suck at being social, but I've managed to get down to new lows. I think maybe 3 people still talk to me on a semi-regular basis, and that's about it.
But you know what? Fuck all that. The natural thing to do when your any kind of success is to end up regressing. The phrase 'the idle rich' is a perfect example of that. I am far from rich, and about 3 tacos away from being bankrupt. I only rest on my laurels because I don't know what to do. If life were a videogame I'd know what to do, but it isn't. Life is like the Sims. You just keep doing stuff until you fall over dead. I hated that. At least the Urbs you could win.
I need purpose. I need desires. I need to do things again. I need to turn the re
gression into pro
I just have no idea how.
|Thursday, June 18th, 2009|
I haven't updated in what feels like forever.
Time has just been flying by lately, and I really have very little to show for it.. I'm still not entirely convinced that May ended.
See, life has been hectic for the last few months and pretty much everyone has been home alot. Which leads me to getting nothing done, because they are in my way, or chasing me out of rooms, etc.
It's also caused me to get ill, which has destroyed my sleep schedule and now by the time I wake up each day, it's practically time to go back to sleep again. I want to get caught up on everything, but there's just so much to do, it gets overwhelming fast.
I haven't done anything I really enjoy in a long time.. I've tried to draw, but everything comes out.. Not so great. In fact, with the exception of some doodles I did for people over on facebook, I haven't really been able to draw anything.
For the last two months or so, my life has felt like it's been on hold. Well, more on hold than normal. It'd be a joke to say that I had any huge plans or was going anywhere in my life..
So please, fill me in on anything significant going on with you. I'd hate to miss out on the important stuff more than I already do.
Edit for more word parts:
I just feel run down lately. I don't really know why, but I think that's the best explination. I feel I have to get caught up with my interests cause I'm so far behind. I pretty much stopped checking FA because it takes so long. I still check DA but I'm backlogged on there about as bad as FA. My life has never been easy, but I don't recall it ever being this complicated either..
|Thursday, May 14th, 2009|
When I get bored, I solve the world's problems.
Cured by testosterone.
|Sunday, May 10th, 2009|
Been awhile. Nothing really going on. I've been meaning to catch up, but I don't really have much to say.. I've been reading alot, not sleeping much, my dad had his surgery so I tend to stay up late in case he needs anything.. The movie Seven sucks so far. Yeah. That's really about all.
|Tuesday, December 30th, 2008|
|You know what?
I think I must be the laziest goth in existence.. I don't listen to growly songs about death, or go out killing small animals by eating their heads off in front of small children.. All I do is stay in my room with it's black walls, hiding myself away under my fake fur blanket and hardly ever sleeping anymore.. I must look even worse than normal..
.. Nothing goth about that.. *sarcasm*
|Thursday, December 25th, 2008|
|R.I.P. Majel Barrett
Majel Barrett from all of the Star Trek series's died on the 18th. I only just found out. Fuck.
Dear Star Trek people not-dead: Do more things now. More movies, more stories, more acting in general. Ideally happy stuff. Stuff wherein, if something bad happens, we'll have lots of good clips to make videos from. Morbid sentiment? Probably. But still.
.. I need something green to drink.
|Monday, November 24th, 2008|
|happy birthday to me?
happy birthday to me.
god-damn to-day sucked.
my pants got all ripped up.
and the cake was a lie.
also no presents.
|Tuesday, November 18th, 2008|
(and any werewolves, vampires, furries, robots, etc.)
I am sick of seeing people fail at their potential. Granted, my opinions of this race are pretty low, but there is good reason for this. We as a race are stagnant and I wish we would change that.
The fact is, the human race, were it to sit down for a few hours a week as a whole, could easily solve any singular problem plaguing us.
Hell, I solved world hunger, homelessness, and the rising problem finding reliable work in one plan.
So, that being said, I want you all to help me proove my theory that the human race can indeed kick ass on any scale. To that end, I implore each and everyone who reads this to do the following:
ASK ME ANY QUESTION AT ALL. I WILL ANSWER IT.
Bring it bitches. Also, bring your friends. Current Mood: determined
|Sunday, November 16th, 2008|
|Sunday, November 9th, 2008|
|rememberance and stuff
blah. this one will possibly be upsetting to overly dramatic people.
anyone that knows me, knows that i have probably the worst memory ever.
that being said, i am so fucking sick of all these occasions where we are supposed to remember people and actions.
remember 9/11, remember columbine, remember the veterans, remember the titans, remember remember remember. fuck.
also the never forget, nevar forget* ones. fuck that stuff too.
those things are in the past. granted, without many of those events, our world would be a different place. most of them were important and in our favour. most of the people involved in those events arent around anymore. can we, as a society move on? we keep looking backwards instead of forewards, which is why we dont have flying cars. you fucking emo people. i wanna see this race progress, not just turtle along.
sorry if its upsetting, but seriously, 90% of the stuff we have right now are just innovations on old things. i wanna see some new stuff. or at least, some awesome stuff. cars are becoming more and more obsolete due to rising prices, its only a matter of time before planes become a true luxury again, so where are the people making things to replace them? they apparently are all too busy remembering.
EDIT: forgot why i was writing this. the point was, if your going to remember anything, REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY ITS ON THE 24TH.
* nevar forget was the killdozer incident in Colorado.
|Thursday, October 30th, 2008|
Anyone that knows me, knows that I don't dream. Pretty much at all. Like.. Normally for me I'll have one dream per a couple months.
"But everyone dreams, they just forget!" no. i dont sleep much (i also don't do much..) so i really really don't dream.
last night was an exception because i was feverish. i should be feverish more often. this dream was neat.
I don't have a full memorization of the events (naturally..) but here's the parts I do remember with at least some clarity.. Also, V isn't mine, s/he is a character from a webcartoon who inexplicably popped into my dream.
Anyways, the weird alternate reality highschool* thats appeared in about 3 - 5 of my infrequent dreams showed up, including a magical staff/wand. The wand was about 5-6 feet long, silver coloured, mostly weightless, had a small hook on the bottom end, and a red gem type thing on top. There was sole sort of engraved pattern or something on it, in a small band nearer the gem end.
The dream started with me being shoved into a locker door by someone presumably looking for the staff, then when I moved away from the door, it opened revealing the staff. Suddenly I'm outside walking down a hill, and Vaarsuvius is walking next to me, examining the staff. Somehow in a reality based dream (i.e. looks real) I have a stick figure character walking next to me. Actually, I don't know if that part was stick figurey. My mind might have anthropomorphized it. Not sure.
The dream itself was focused around doing a very odd puzzle involving retrieving scraps of paper from on top of roofs, connected by clothing lines, clothes, and all of the messages were hinted at as being in some kind of code. The first of which, required me to hang the staff (that I keep wanting to call a wand for some reason) upside down from one of the strings to get the first note, after being prompted by another note on a wall. Apparently a staff as light as a wooden stick can carry mine and Vaarsuvius's weight. Though, this part of the dream V was a stick figure again, so maybe I was too? I dunno. I only (somehow) got to read the first one, while V was getting the rest. There was also a refference to a pair of movies I haven't seen, which if I recall correctly were about boxing or something. All I know is that I have the line "mama said knock you out" in my head. I know it's from a song, but it might have been the title of the movies. I have no idea.
I was about to try and figure out the cryptography of the notes then I woke up.
See? Why can't I have dreams like that? I just spent 2 hours trying to figure out if it meant anything.
Also, if Rich Burlew ever reads this; sorry about borrowing V, my subconscious did it. Oops?
|Sunday, October 19th, 2008|
Any Red vs Blue fans out there?I submit to you all, quite possibly the wildest claim.
Our good friend Alpha has been left out in the rain.
We think that it's Church, we think he was Blue.
But then we discovered it simply was not true.
One who hunts the others, the M.E.T.A isn't it.
I feel it in my heart, in it's deepest, darkest pit.
We have all seen him, we all know.
He's the one who's had his very own show.
He looks for his friends, they've been lost all around.
And many a time, he's been kicked to the ground.
But he does find one, a bright green little man.
Then all of a sudden, he's snatched from his hands.
Now hunter becomes hunted, an odd sight indeed.
The hunted moves on, without metal steed.
I cannot stop rhyming, I swear it's a curse.
The ending comes not long after this verse.
Enemies become friends, from mutual need.
Now forced to walk, because of one's greed.
A bump in the road, an unexpected twist.
But is he the one, topping the new hunters list?
I say to you, no, it makes no damn sense.
Cause Wash is the topic of this song's events. Current Mood: accomplished
|Friday, October 17th, 2008|
|Tuesday, September 30th, 2008|
|Quanity over quality kinda guy
So, I'm having dinner.
I have what roughly ammounts to a 15$ steak sitting on this plate, which is sitting on my lap. I taste it. I can't tell what makes it better. I mean, it's a little bit more chewy than normal, a bit more moist, and a bit more naturally spicy. But other than that? This might as well have been the worst meat available. I don't think I can detect the difference without knowing of it first.. I am not a connoisseur. I fail at being a snob. I need a dollar store and taco bell, stat.
|Sunday, September 14th, 2008|
|It's my theory
that everyone in the Starship Troopers movies are in fact, fucking retarded.
They made the guns bigger, the bullets weaker, and didn't learn anything.
It takes a full clip to kill one warrior bug. It takes about 6 shotgun shells to kill one warrior bug. It takes one grenade shot to take out about 4 warrior bugs. And yet they keep making bullets. Why?!
If you can't tell, I got Starship Troopers 3. The chick in it looks like a mix of Carmen from the first one and Angelina Jolie. It's amusing to see the weird mix of futuristic stuff with the decidedly anachronistic things that make SST what it is..
EDIT: Just realized. It's Jolene Blalcok. Blalok. Cocksucker. Whatever. T'Pol from Enterprise.
I wanna shoot that blonde religious bitch in the movie. So badly.
Also, I'm drinking a Faygo for the first time ever, and I like one of ICP's songs.. This does not bode well, does it? I think not.
|Tuesday, September 9th, 2008|
|I fail so hard at life.
So. Today has been an epic level fuck up.
My dad wanted me to paint the trim on the shed white a few days ago. It's been raining alot here lately so I only got around to doing it today. I spent most of the morning doing that. Then, because I was left to my own initiative, decided to do something nice. Big mistake. See, the colour they painted the shed, happened to be the exact same colour as the undercoating crap they had put on there. So it looked like it was only primed but not painted. They gave me a big bucket of white paint. Surely, the intent of buying so much white was to paint the whole thing eventually right? I mean, who wants an orange shed, really? So. I spent the entire day painting, and only managed to do one wall. But I did it really good.
Then my dad sees it. And becomes red. In my defense, I'm all "Well I wanted to do it for you guys, and even though I only got one wall done, it looks good right?"
So.. Apparently they want a horrible orange shed. And we don't have enough paint to fix it. And when I tried to help make it better, my dad got even more mad.
.. Isn't it amazing.. Every time I try to be good, I end up being worse than if I had set the thing on fire..
.. Plus, white trim on an orange shed? Whatthefuck? I thought it looked rather dashing the way I had it. Very pristine and clean. But no. Barfing up peaches and oranges it is. I cannot win. It seems I am destined to be evil, despite my attempts to be good.
.. Anyone want a pet killed through some utterly humane yet accidentally horrible way? I can be a good pet babysitter. Fuck.
I need to go wash my hat and trenchcoat. They got covered in my attempts at painting. Oh, and my shoes too.
.. Worst day ever? Top five at least. Current Mood: disappointed