Runnin' Badger

Been A Long Time

2011-08-04T14:14:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone!

I have to admit I've toyed with the idea of picking up this blog again, but for now since I am busy as the dickens, here is a link to my portfolio:

www.erinfusco.com

Thanks!

SO MUCH STUFF

2008-08-09T18:01:00.000-07:00

FOR SERIOUS.

Everyone listen up because I am now a full-time employed artist. RAD. I work for VPI.net, an awesome company that's super awesome!

So now that I'm arting it up all the time I have hit this insane production streak. I've been drawing like nonstop. THAT MEANS there might be a little ol' webcomic on the way, and even though this is the third time I've redrawn the same first five pages dammit, I'm really serious about it now. Here's a drawing of me and Adam ready to kick some ass with our Magic Forest gear.

Comic Con was fantastic as always and I got my picture taken with Patton Oswalt and he could not look more pissed off. I'll post it later. Also we saw a special screening of CHOKE which was also completely great and did the book insane justice.

More later because right now I am so cleaning stuff up because it's the weekend and I have the time to and you have no idea how long it's been since the word "weekend" meant what it means to most normal people.

Recent Stuffs

2008-06-30T23:53:00.000-07:00

Just so everyone knows I've taken a part-time job as a caricature artist and it's one of the smartest and most rewarding things I've ever done, and I've only been doing it for two weeks. Not only that but I get to work in a shopping center called the Garden Walk and it's right next to Disneyland and I don't think I need to say much beyond that, except for the fact that sometimes the company I'm employed with lets me do facepainting IN Disneyland. This is also radical. So now I'm technically a lower-tier Disney cast member and sometimes I get to wear a costume and walk through parade floats on my way to work. Yesterday I saw Peter Pan in the cafeteria and he was playing a pink DS. This may be the greatest time of my life.

So I really appreciate the fact that Adam has taken the initiative to ride a bike to and from work (a ten mile trek) but it seriously takes him like three years to get home every night. It's so quiet here! I'm drinking by myself and I am bloated with PF Chang's because they are the only restaurant in Garden Walk that will validate my parking! Plus they pour a big glass of scotch.

I LOVE WALL E SO MUCH IT HURTS.

HURRY HOME MANWICH

Wall E

2008-06-28T00:20:00.000-07:00

This movie is utterly amazing. Fuck it, I say it every year, but this is Pixar's best. Seriously. They can't possibly top what they just did and it's fine because their best is pretty much the closest thing I have to prove there is a God.

Sorry.

No, really, it's brilliant. I can't describe it very well but I just read this review which I think sums up how I feel: http://efilmcritic.com/review.php?movie=17264&reviewer=198

This movie is poignant yet subtle, terrifying but beautiful, and one of the most heartfelt and romantic films I've ever seen. Sure, okay, but let's remember, NONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS HAVE FACES. PIXAR YOU MAKE MY LIFE WONDERFUL.

Speaking of wonderful god damn it is a good time to be a nerd right now. HOW GOOD IS VENTURE BROS, FOR SERIOUS.

COMIC CON YOU ARE IN A MONTH. WHAT.

I am really excited too about the movie "Choke" based off Chuck Palahniuk's book, which I just read. I think I get why Adam is so goofy for this guy, his writing is great. The movie looks great. Read the damn book!

And sweet jesus the new Coldplay. You know, I'll admit that I didn't like X&Y. The point is I listened to their first album, went, "Hey, I want more of this" and I got more with their second album. But with their third... I was really disappointed. I thought, "Welp, this is it. They did their thing but it's the same old shit and it's old and I'm over it. They had a good run my god these songs are boring". I blame Gwenyth Paltrow.

But then Coldplay just up and made like, a really fantastic album. They actually decided to have some goddamned fun with their work and the result is stupendous. So yay for that, Viva La Vida, I love every single song on this record. It is lovely and creepy and awesome. And the best part is...

I AM SEEING COLDPLAY LIVE IN TWO WEEKS!!!!! AAAAHHHH

Sorry two people out there who are reading this but I just got off the phone with Brandon and we pretty much had the nerdiest animation geek discussion where I think we literally voiced out opinions on everything that's been happening in animation in the past ten years and the next five years so I'm a little hyped up WHOA breathe.

Happy Anniversary!

2008-05-17T02:21:00.000-07:00

Oh wow oh wow it's our one year anniversary and Adam totally got me a Flight of the Conchords framed poster and Okami for the Wii and THIS AMAZING SUPER THIN NEW KEYBOARD OHHH WOW I AM TYPING ON IT NOW.

Just thought I'd let you know, internet. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to really celebrate.

Goodnight!

Economic Stimulus

2008-05-11T23:55:00.000-07:00

Ooh, that sounds sexy, doesn't it? Well it is! Opening up my bank account and seeing an extra six hundred dollars is very sexy!

You know what else is sexy? This fucking rad jacket I bought with my free government money. Oh my god it looks like something I would draw on my characters and also now I look like my character in Rock Band.

And the best part about it is, I had to feel good about buying this stupidly expensive jacket because I AM DOING MY PART TO SAVE THE AMERICAN ECONOMY.

So I never thought I'd say this, but thanks for the sweet jacket, George Bush!

IRON MAN

2008-05-07T00:06:00.000-07:00

WHOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA

LET'S GO AGAIN

Dreams Do Come True

2008-04-14T01:41:00.001-07:00

They do, because Freakazoid is getting a DVD release and that's all the proof you need.

It'd be really great if my car could stop being such a dick for five minutes so I could afford things. Lewis Black is performing in Long Beach and Flight of the Conchords tickets are way too much money. Brake/rotor and a radiator replacement in one month? Really, Mini? Come on, baby, why you always gotta make me hit you?

I am up to my ears in work so time to focus on personal art is rare (plus I got a Wii) but here's the final ink of that warrior elf chick. I stumbled upon my old rapidographs not too long ago and to my surprise most of them weren't clogged, so I wanted to see if I could still work the inking magic I worked so well back in my high school days.

A little rusty but not too bad! I forgot what a bitch these pens were and why I probably stopped using them (I found a Micron when I was out and about and snatched it up with wide eyes) Sorry, art nerd talk. I'll be quiet now.

Eggs

2008-02-25T22:46:00.000-08:00

Having a boyfriend who is also a chef rules. I just made the best eggs ever thanks to his tutelage.

Okay, no joke a few days ago a guy with a big skeevy goatee and long hair was driving a fancy Cadillac or somesuch down the 405 and his license plate was, and I shit you not, "<3 2 Yiff".

I was driving down the freeway next to a big creepy totally out of the closet and proud of it furry. Ohhhh man.

WIP: Metal Bikini Warrior

2008-02-25T00:18:00.000-08:00

Like bad ass hot elf chicks in metal bikinis? Of course you do! So here's this:

I'm making her myself.

Um. What?

2008-02-24T22:25:00.001-08:00

What the hell are these "Pro-Anorexia" sites all about? Seriously, look it up on google. There are people posting to each other about how fat they are and how they're not going to eat and how excited they are about not eating. Jesus christ, my gender has hit a whole new level of psycho. If anyone ever meets a girl who thinks it's totally okay to have a few waffles and egg whites and then throw up and have nothing but water the next day so they can lose twenty pounds, RUN. These chicks are broken.

The Annies (Warning: NERD ALERT)

2008-02-18T22:15:00.001-08:00

Sit down kids, it's storytime.

So a few months back, out of nowhere, I get a call from ASIFA asking me to be a nomination judge for voice acting for the 35th Annual Annie Awards (The Oscar of Animation). Uh, shit yes says I, and I scoot off to Burbank to sit in a room with a bunch of people who have been working in animation for twenty plus years and holy crap that guy won an emmy for an episode of Pinky and the Brain he wrote. (Nerdy, yes, please stay with me) So after an entire day of watching countless clips of mostly Class of 3000 and Shrek, me and a panel of seven or so people come up with the nominations. I should note that I made everyone rewatch the entire clip of Skinner freaking out from Rataouille and then convinced them Ian Holm deserves the nom. I go home that night with two seats to the Before, Event, and Afterparty. Yay.

It's the big night. Adam has been plotting and searching for an outfit that will compliment my green silk dress for weeks. We're hot, we're stylin', we have a posh late lunch at Mozza, a "very LA" pizza parlor. It was awesome. Down to UCLA to Royce Hall. People are dressed up. Lots of people in animation aren't very attractive but I'm way excited. There is Seth Green! The shortest man alive. Oh wow, John K. Who the hell is the guy wearing the kilt and the etnies? Is that Weird Al?? shit! Doo dee doo wine OHGOD CARL GREENBLATT.

Ceremony was very funny. Tom Kenny hosting. Lots of talented people. Then it was the voice acting category! Eartha Kitt for television? What? Okay... and for film?

IAN HOLM

THAT'S RIGHT SIR KNIGHT IAN HOLM I MADE YOU GET AN ANNIE AND YOU OWE ME A SODA.

Anyway. It's the afterparty and I need a drink. I go to the bathroom and come back to the party, I've lost Adam. I turn, immediately to my left, and see Brad Bird.

I run.

I grab a glass of wine and sip with all my might. Adam's there and I'm trying to choke down as much shitty wine as possible. The whole time Adam is monitoring Bird's movements, and finally I get to the point where I might not pee myself and cry if I get to shake his hand.

... and he's gone.

Just like that, he teleported back to his fortress of supremely rad solitude and Brad Bird was gone. I totally fucked my chance at meeting him.

I'm dumb.

But it was okay. We met James Hong, Carter Goodrich, Eric Goldberg, and most awesomely, Patrick Warburton. All in all an awesome time. I look forward to a day I may attend the Annies again, but actually being a colleague with some of these people instead of like, you know... being terrified by everyone.

DONE

2008-02-07T13:59:00.001-08:00

DONE DONE DONE

YAY

WIPS!

2008-01-28T23:46:00.000-08:00

It's been forever and I miss you, blog! So much has been happening! I have art!

I have this quasi-character of a train robber chick because I am a big nerd who likes old western train robbery. Plus you can totally see her bra.

Okay, the other night Adam was putting lemons in our disposal and this is what it looked like. Our disposal literally shakes the entire sink and some of the kitchen when we turn it on, which leads me to believe a devious little beast followed us home from the magic forest and made its home in our sink. This is what he looks like. Every time I draw Adam it turns out more awesome (except for his crab claw hand, there).The first color thing I've done in forever and I KNOW THE LIGHTING IS WRONG I AM FIXING thank you. Jesus christ I need to finish this thing.

Okay, Cloverfield. Adam and I went to see this movie. My little sister, who is scared by absolutely everything, tells me that it's fantastic and she'd totally see it again. I think, "Wow, if Taylor can handle it, it mustn't be too bad."

I was wrong.

This movie horrified me and I had to leave. I actually had to leave the picture. Apparently I left before any of the crazier shit happened, and for anyone who already saw it, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm an enormous wuss. What the fuck, JJ Abrams. Way to make me scared forever of a sudden terrifying monster attack by God knows the fuck what.

In happier news I am rocking Pokemon Diamond. Five hundred pokemon are way too many in my opinion but I'll do my best with it I guess. OMG friend me so we can trade.

More soon? Isn't there always?

Operation F-204

2007-12-18T23:53:00.000-08:00

hello blog, remember me? a long time ago i used to write in you. well, here's what's new:

i moved

I MOVED.

I SIGNED A LEASE WITH ADAM AND NOW I AM LIVING VERY MUCH IN AN APARTMENT.

i'm tired. oh god i'm tired. i bought a shower curtain with pockets for photos.

tomorrow i fly to virginia.

goodnight!

Been A Long Time

2007-08-31T23:24:00.000-07:00

Hello again, faithful readers! Sorry it's been awhile, there has been lots of goings on. But I do have pictures, so hopefully you'll manage to keep it in your pants.

First and foremost, my birthday was a little over two weeks ago and it was lovely with lovely people and lovely places and lovely amounts of lovely lovely booze. I'm not going to go on about it because I have a picture that I think sums it up pretty sufficiently.

Yeah. Also, a little over a week ago, Adam and I went up to Santa Barbara and had a stupid fun time doing all sorts of things, namely going to see THE BEASTIE BOYS. Oh my goodness, let me tell you. This concert was like a goddamned religious experience. The Santa Barbara Bowl is gorgeous. As we were waiting for the show to begin, we just sat there and chilled while watching the sunset over a spectacular ocean view. Oh, and did I mention that our seats were awesome? (See previous sentence). Now, I never considered myself a Beastie Boys fan, mostly because I hadn't really heard any of their stuff, except for their more mainstream songs, but still I had no idea that was them. Well, Adam showed me the light since he's a little bit obsessed with them and now I too find myself embracing their work with a big fuzzy hug that says, "hello, i'm so glad we've met". The show was spectacular, definitely one of the best I've ever seen.

You know how they say your taste buds change every seven years, and even though you used to hate tomatoes for a great portion of your life, suddenly you find yourself loving them? Well that didn't exactly happen to me but I wonder if the same theory applies to your musical tastebuds. Ear... buds? Auditory canal buds? Whatever. The point is that record scratching now seems to have the same effect on me that a violin or a guitar does. It just makes me melt. I never used to be too into hip hop type stuff but maybe I was a closet fan all along.

Before this amazing show we went to the zoo. We went to the zoo because the Santa Barbara zoo is the only zoo I know of that has a Red Panda, which everyone should know is my goddamned favorite animal that ever existed (Sorry badger, you got booted to a very fond second place). Even though the thing was asleep up in the corner it was still completely amazing. We also saw penguins, gorillas, bald eagles with one eye, snow leopards, giant freaky birds and lemurs. I have pictures but I am so lazy that I'm not going to put them up. Instead I have these.

I mean honestly, what else do you need. Look at Adam's goddamn face. He pulled that one out and every time I tried to take the shot I started laughing hysterically. So it was me, laughing like a lunatic, while people walked by and Adam kept that face on the whole time. I tip my bonnet to him. Jesus. Just look at him.

Lastly we stayed in a hotel that quite literally had a full-wall mirror next to the bed. Now, this was particularly hilarious because just that morning I suggested Adam get the same thing for his bedroom, which he quickly shot down as both cheesy and trashy. I guess I agreed with him and we moved on. Then we walk into this hotel room and BAM GIANT MIRROR. I applaud you, Best Western of Santa Barbara!

Oh, and then I was going on about disco balls and what happened? Beastie Boys had a giant disco ball for one of their numbers. Brilliant.

I now leave you with the much anticipated first two pages of my completely crappily drawn comic that Adam and I are working on just for kicks. The idea is that we're a couple who stumbles upon a magic forest and then we have adventures. Keep in mind that the "forest" shown on page two is actually outside Adam's apartment door. Dialogue is inspired from real conversation, and almost all the characters to follow in the comic were inspired by the apartment complex, the noises we hear in it, cats, statues, monsters, and everything else we encounter on a daily basis. Enjoy!

That's all for now!

Movies & OCD

2007-07-31T19:33:00.000-07:00

I think I might be a wee bit obsessive compulsive. Shut up, people who know me in real life. Stop laughing.

No seriously. I just sat down and made a chart of all my expenses date by date over the next four months and calculated out everything tentatively. Not only that, but this is the third time I've made one of these charts. It's strangely soothing. Yeah, I'm totally normal.

Anyway. MOVIES I WANT TO SEE:

Darjeeling Limited: I love Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody and Jason Schwartzman. Nuff said.

Golden Compass: This looks ridiculous and awesome all at once. Looks like it has a little bit of Pan's Labyrinth darkness to it... very cool.

10,000 BC: Ummmm good God. Cavemen and giant mammoths? Yes please.

The Ten: A movie made by the guys who brought you The State, and openly advertised as such. Looks hilarious.

Superbad: I cannot express how excited I am for this one. Looks absolutely hysterical.

Hairspray: Who still likes musicals? No one? Damnit. I guess I'm seeing this alone.

Horton Hears A Who: More like Horton Hears a HOLY CRAP. Unless you're some sort of filthy fishmonger there is no way your childhood isn't squealing over Dr. Seuss characters in glorious 3D fuzzy wonder. Go to Moviefone to see the trailer!

Also, screw you, Chevron!

Holy Hell: ART!

2007-07-23T11:54:00.000-07:00

I just had a chance to scan a bunch of work I've done lately (though none colored as of yet... stay tuned) and now I'm going to share it with you and you, and... okay, you over there too.

This first set of wrinkly drawings I did while bored at work. You can still see the menu printed on the backside of the paper.

From this ridiculous comic that I'm working on with Adam. It started out as an inside joke and now it's this... thing. Anyway, long story short, Adam's tattoo summons up a giant bird-dragon named Wilbur Curtis.
Some big-eared pig thing? I dunno.
Two more characters from the comic; Floyd (left) and Buttons (right).
Wilbur Curtis.
Character design for a seeeecret project I've been developing.
Ditto.

Cleanups!

More elf action, because you know how much I like that sort of thing.

Lately

2007-07-17T00:04:00.000-07:00

iPhone changed my life. This is literally the coolest device anybody could ever hope for, and don't even get me started on the effect it has on you if you're any sort of a nerd. If you haven't seen one in person yet you will die when you see what it does. Screw what everyone says about battery life. Screw waiting until the next generation. This thing is worth every penny because I find so many occasions every day in which it is just extremely useful. My favorite example so far: I went to a wedding this past weekend in San Diego. I get into a cab to go to the restaurant where the wedding is being held, but the cabbie has no idea where it is. I whip out my iPhone and get directions right there in the back of the cab. I know, you don't even have to tell me how amazing it was because I was there.

Ratatouille: Please sir, I want some more. I've seen this movie three times and I need to see it again and again.

Transformers: Shut all your goddamn mouths, it was great.

Side note: Can we stop it already with laws on nudity? I overheard some news tonight about some town where if someone sees you naked in your bedroom window after you just got out of the shower you can be arrested. Honestly, America, it's time to stop putting these ridiculous laws that makes everyone think they need to be ashamed and terrified of their own bodies. I really don't understand the people who think these laws are a good idea to begin with. Do they just weep out of disgust every time they need to step into the shower? And come on, let's be honest with ourselves. Everyone loves being naked. Don't try to tell me you don't.

Note to self: Erin, you can't spend any money at Comic Con this year, mainly because you don't have any money.

Being a Nerd is Amazing

2007-06-26T22:04:00.001-07:00

Frederator Studios announced that they're going to be making a Neverhood movie.

Um.

::Post terminated due to massive happy brain explosion::

CRISIS

2007-06-08T22:34:00.000-07:00

oh god oh god victoria's secret.com you have too many cute dresses on sale HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE DAMN YOU.

HELLO WORLD, I AM A WOMAN.

Damn You, Network Television

2007-06-05T00:25:00.000-07:00

Once again Lonely Island rocks me a new one. Don't even watch that and try to tell me that isn't making you salivate for more. Somebody pick up this show, dammit.

Thank you Lonely Island

2007-06-03T22:53:00.000-07:00

Is it wrong that I quite literally think this is the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. No one seems to be agreeing with me on it so far and I'm upset.

Adam Levine, why are you so tragic? Hell's teeth man, you are gorgeous and all you sing about are chicks totally screwing you over. Cheers on the new album, I wasn't too into it at first but now I have five songs of yours simultaneously stuck in my head. The one about you shooting a man because you caught him with your woman in your bed is a little hick, though. It's alright. I still think you're great.

Uh okay yes my life rocks like you wouldn't believe. It is spilling over with utter amazingness and I find myself surrounded by the some of most wonderful people I've ever known, one of which in particular who is just fantastic. Everything is perfect and then some because I now own a shirt with Jessica Rabbit plastered all over the front of it.

I am off to meet with the aforementioned people/person for an evening of quoting Will Ferrell's rendition of Harry Carey and PS3. More to come.

I Am Complete

2007-05-21T12:24:00.001-07:00

I got a frickin' digital camera about fifteen minutes ago. I've never had a camera before.

GIT READY FER SUM PITCHERS.

ELF Art

2007-05-19T13:51:00.000-07:00

I just scanned a bunch of unfinished drawings I've done recently and realized that ALL of them are of elves. Now, before you start accusing me of being one of "those people" who draw elves all the time, let me tell you something. My name is Erin Leigh Fusco. ELF. Now shut up. I'll draw as many elves as I damn well please.
Every year around May or so I get this hankering to draw some Zelda fanart.I've been drawing these two a lot lately.My short-lived Burning Crusade character.

More Britishosity

2007-05-19T11:46:00.000-07:00

Two more things out of the UK that are impossibly delightful in ways I cannot accurately describe: Snuff Box and Garth Marenghi's Darkplace. You can see them all on YouTube, six episodes to each series. Snuff Box is pure wonderment and Darkplace is like something so utterly fantastic that my brain can't really handle it anymore. Both feature Matt Berry who is AWESOME.

Also, coming out of Glasgow (I think) is the Fratellis, who rule big-time. I'm way into their album.

Also again, Hot Fuzz! Jesus! Amazing movie and equally amazing soundtrack.

God, I think I should get paid for how much shit I plug on this blog. It seems to be all I do these days.

Also again also, you ever have a really good time with someone? And I don't just mean like, a good time. I mean a really good time. Where you kind of just think back to it, and go, "Damn... that was a hell of a good time."

Oh, and Also

2007-04-16T00:32:00.000-07:00

Does anyone want to hold hands and jump up and down and giggle like little girls over how insanely awesome Transformers looks? Because that's what I want to do every time I see anything for this movie.

Just One More Good Thing To Come Out of the UK

2007-04-15T23:48:00.000-07:00

MIKA: Life in Cartoon Motion. Um, okay, this album is blowing my mind. This guy is like Freddie Mercury's reincarnated acid-tripping love baby. His music is so fun!

EDIT: Okay, this album isn't as exciting as I thought it was at first, but it's still pretty decent.

Yay

2007-04-12T02:12:00.000-07:00

I had an awesome night.

Grrrowl

2007-03-27T01:00:00.000-07:00

Oh, blog! Hello! I'm sorry I've been neglecting you so much lately, I'll try to post more often. I promise.

Weeow! You know what's cool? Nike+ iPod kit thingy. I got it, it rules and now I'm managing to go for these 4.5 mile power walks all the time. If someone out there in cyberland has one, I totally want to challenge you to a race! Let's do it, baby!

I had the most British day of my life last Tuesday! It was drizzling and I ate some fish and chips and then got in my Mini and then it was British Invasion night on American Idol. Awesome? You bet your argyle socks it was.

I'm still stupid busy with so much crap but God, it's fun.

Time to sleep, work in the morning, I think it's supposed to rain, too. Life is good.

A BIG LIST OF RECENT HAPPENINGS.

2007-03-05T02:56:00.000-08:00

• Happy Feet winning best animated picture: There is a God, and he loves me dearly.

• Alan Arkin winning best supporting actor: Yes.

• British comedy "The Mighty Boosh": successfully makes me wish I was British even more, and I didn't know that was possible. Also, I need to find British people and make friends with them.

• Dreamworks Studios: Bitchin'. It looks Steven Spielberg made love to a magic forest and had a gigantic studio for a baby.

• All the original Nicktoons creators: Officially insane. Jim Jinkins continues to make children's shows geared for the mentally ill sector of the mentally handicapped. Klasky Csupo has stooped to a surprising new low by being involved with "Milch" (the worst thing I've ever seen), and, well... John K. was always insane, so that's nothing new.

• She She She's A Bombshell: Wonderful.

• Sean McBride's Tony Cartoons: Joy.

• Planet Unicorn: Hilarious. I don't care what you say. Heyyy.

• The George Washington Video: Can't get it out of my head. Can't look at a dollar without laughing.

• Chowder: Cartoon Network's next show that is going to rock my face into another dimension. Created by C. H. Greenblatt, one of many personal heroes. I think I saw him in Burbank once, and I was a little tipsy and I screamed. So hooray for that.

• Exhaustion: In abudance.

• Veronica Corningstone: Who I want to be.

• Beer: You're killing me.

• Disneyland: You and your beer are killing me.

• Apologies: To Disneyland. You know I love you, baby.

• Rockin' Space Mountain: ROCKS.

• Obvious: I'm running out of things to write, though I know there's so much more I want to discuss.

• Apologies Again: To anyone and everyone who has called me, tried to hang out with me, or get anything from me in the past month. I've been stupid busy. Thank you for understanding.

Sigh

2007-01-30T22:33:00.000-08:00

Things have been really... well, different lately. I find myself on an emotional rollercoaster with high highs and low lows. If you know me, you know I definitely prefer something more along the lines of Space Mountain's track, not California Screamin'.

Above all else, my grandfather passed away last week. He was an amazing, honest man who lead a difficult life in many ways but always stayed loyal to his family. I'm sad he's gone, but I'm a little more sad that I never got to know him better. This is the first death in my family that I've experienced (except for my Dad's dad, who died when I was very young) and it's just so surreal. Death is one of those confounding subjects that I never seem to stop thinking about and to be confronted by it head-on is difficult.

That's why I want to thank my friends who really gave a damn when it happened. You guys called me, made sure I was okay, and would have done anything for me if I needed it. That's sappy as all hell but I know it's true, and you guys rule. Thank you.

You know, I'm someone who doesn't take much stock in horoscopes and sign compatibilities and all that crap, but sometimes it's so dead-on that it spooks me out. Really. I always think "Oh hey, it's all coincidence" but then I read some big five-paragraph thing and everything except for two meager sentences is right on the money. I don't know if it makes me feel better or worse. Or just dumb.

God, this post is so depressing it's embarrassing. I'm really sorry, most of the time thing blog is great for my goofy nonsense but every now and then it's the only place I feel like I can really just ramble, if only to myself. Oh my God, I sound like such an emo. Jesus, someone slap me.

Well, either way I made this turnaround, and it and Demetri Martin are the only things that make me happy in my life. Okay, and American Idol and Burning Crusade. Wait, not Burning Crusade. Burning Crusade is stealing my life from me.

A special thanks to Mollie. Mollie, thank you for keeping me sane in these insane times. I'd like to think I'm helping you stay sane too. Let's just go to Disneyland and get fat on Monty Cristos and sing pirate songs be bitches and forget everything. Urgh.

¡El Fauno!

2007-01-11T22:31:00.000-08:00

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

2007-01-09T12:11:00.000-08:00

APPLE ANNOUNCED THEIR PHONE AND IT IS FOR CINGULAR. I'D LIKE TO PERSONALLY THANK JESUS.

...

THANK YOU, JESUS.

Art School is a Big Fat Scam

2007-01-08T23:21:00.000-08:00

Anyone who knows me for more than, oh, five minutes will probably learn my stance on art school. What was once simply "art school may be for a lot of people and that's swell, but I don't think it's for me" is now a raging nazi-feminist-esque crusade against the whole idea of "art school". Here's why:

1.) Art school costs money. And not just a paltry sum, we're talking tens of thousands (if not breaking the hundred-thousand mark) of dollars. Now you must be saying to yourself, "Erin, what do you have against paying money for a good college education?" Oh, I have nothing against that. If you're becoming a doctor, a teacher, an archaeologist, or even a writer, fantastic! You should pay for that education and be very proud of your degree(s). However, none of this applies to art. BECAUSE...

2.) A degree in art is virtually worthless. I say "virtually" because having a degree will certainly never hurt you on your resumé or in any sort of professional situation. But here's the thing; you don't need one. In any sort of art job, the degree is just some extraeneous sprinkles on what is (and I only hope) the delicious, buttery-frosted decadent five-layer cake that is your portfolio. When you go for an art job, the only thing the employer wants to see is your work. "Can you draw that cartoon monkey on model? Great, you're hired! Oh, and you have a degree from the Art Institute. That's cool too." Honestly, no one gives two shits in a handbasket about your education. If you can get the work done and make it right, that's all that matters. Not only that, but instead of focusing so much on complete two/four-year education for the sake of doing it, what is much more valuable to yourself and your potential debt is your ability to research what you really need to know for your particular professional goals and go from there. Which brings me to my next point...

3) Art school is not the only way to "learn art". Once you figure out the necessities of what you need to know for your particular vocation, you must find out where you can hone your skills. In most cases, community colleges can offer a much cheaper (and in many cases, a greater education. I know because this is happening to me right now) alternative to hoity-toity art schools. One time, and I shit you not, I looked through a catalogue for a community college in my area and this is what I found: A life drawing course taught by the same teacher that was teaching at the art college I used to go to. Same course, same teacher, one difference; $1,000. (This takes us back to Point 1.) Let me tell something to you. I am taking two courses in Flash this semester at a community college. In just one three hour session, I learned more valuable knowledge of a vastly important program than I had learned in a whole semester at bonafide art school. Also, the whole campus smelled like delicious chicken nuggets for some reason, and that was pretty great. Everything I've said so far builds to another point...

4) Art school bullshits you. Yes, it does. Why? Because art school wants your money. I'd hate to say this, but there are many people who aren't gaining enough from art school to enter into the professional world. Classes can enhance your abilities, but you need to have the talent and the ability to push yourself as well. Art school will not tell you this (particularly the school I went to). They will keep patting you on the back and tell you you're doing a great job so that you'll stick around to get your degree. They tell you that the degree is the way to go, the way to get a job. Not true, buster. Refer to Point 2. Also, they will make you take a bunch of bullshit classes that won't help you at ALL as an artist. Example: VISUAL THINKING. I got signed up for a class once that was called visual thinking. Now, here's what the curriculum was; draw a faucet. Now, draw a zebra with some lines around it to show "dimensionality". Next, paint a bunch of animal eyeballs. PEOPLE, THIS IS NOT DEVELOPING YOU AS AN ARTIST. I dropped this class because it was a bunch of bullhockey and when it came time to sign up for my next semester, my teacher demanded that the only way to move forward in the program and get my degree was to take this class. Great. So to get my fancy "degree" I need to waste six hours a week of my life when I could be doing something more valuable, such as life drawing. (By the way, life drawing is an absolute necessity. There is a saying that if you can master the human form, you can draw anything. Well guess what, it's totally true. Take a thousand life drawing courses until you have some really nice nudes, then don't stop. Keep taking more courses. Life drawing is fantastic and you should learn to love it) They will make you take class after class that won't mean anything, but hey! Each class is $1,000? Well, guess who gets that fat money cake. I'm an animator, and I had to take a painting class. I hate painting. So here I was, painting still life after still life, grumbling to my teacher that the whole thing was a waste of my time since this was something I'd literally never be doing again. What was even worse was the fact that the teacher herself was an absolutely terrible painter. Believe me, it's hard to try to learn from someone whose work you don't respect at all. At one point she pulled my aside and told me I'd fail if ditched class one more time (and I was ditching... a lot). Also, a friend of mine who was an illustrator and could have used that painting class was forced to take animation. I ended up doing almost all his assignments because it was something that actually helped me practice what I wanted to do. But still, he had to pay a grand for something that was of no use to him. I confronted my painting teacher about this and she said to me, "Erin, we're expanding your horizons. That's what being an artist is all about." Yeah, that's beautiful and all, except if I want to expand my horizons I'll do it on my own and not have to pay someone who is teaching me while probably having acid flashbacks every few hours. Jesus.

So there you have it. I'm sure I could go on for hours but it's probably best that I wrap this thing up. If you want to go to art school to essentially get yourself $60,000+ in the hole for the next decade or so, be my guest. Or maybe I'm just full of crap and I don't know what I'm talking about, but I don't think I am. Seriously, there are alternatives. Look into community college, get the opinions of professionals in the field you want to be in, and let your passion drive you to what you want.

Now I'd like to take a moment to apologize to my friends who are in art school currently. This isn't supposed to be a slam on you or make you depressed, though Mollie, it will probably make you depressed. Like I said, I might be full of crap, but art school was definitely not for me and this is just how I see it.

Art school is a scam.

The Life of an "Artiste"

2007-01-05T01:48:00.000-08:00

Being an artist is not as glamorous as one would think. This is mostly because myself and many of my peers never sleep. Visit an art school sometime, you'll see what I mean. While I may not be exactly sure why some of my artistically-inclined peers don't sleep (some things are better left to the unknown), a major problem I have is that once I start a drawing, I can't stop. I say to myself, "Yeah! Wow! Look at this sketch, it's gorgeous! I can feel the passion flowing through my veins! God, life is great!" and then look up and go, "Oh Jesus, is that the sun?" I had such a dilemma tonight. Even now as my body aches for the comforting softness of my bed (God, I'm making it worse), I'm sitting here writing in my blog. I have other motives, friends. I will show you what keeps me up at this hour. Behold!

But that's not all. I spent a good portion of the evening coloring this:

Now, this whole thing started out harmless but apparently there's a Pan's Labyrinth sketchbook contest that will be judged by del Toro himself, and with a little over a month to scrounge together some fan art I really want to enter this thing. So there you have it.

Also, Venture Bros is GO for SEASON 3!!!! I am a happy little bunny, even though it currently feels like there is a vengeful imp poking holes in my stomach with a pitchfork. Time to sleep!

Pan's Labyrinth: A Film Review by Erin L. Fusco

2006-12-31T00:13:00.000-08:00

HOLYSHIT.

Hooray!

2006-12-27T00:21:00.000-08:00

I learned how to do something in Illustrator and I was pleased as punch to crank out a piece of art and try the new technique. Hint: it has something to do with linework. Check it out!

And a shiny nickel to whoever knows who this is.

It's Always Sunny

2006-12-13T21:34:00.000-08:00

... in Philadelphia. This is where a big chunk of my family is from, and this is also one of the greatest television shows ever to grace the small screen. Ohmygod. Major awesomeage. Watch it now on YouTube, or TiVo it. It's on FX. If you don't think it's funny, don't even tell me. I'll just get upset.

Meh

2006-12-08T12:18:00.000-08:00

Last night I had a dream that was Looney Tunes meets film noir. It's too bizarre to describe, but good lord, it was interesting.

Earlier this week was the third time I was in the same room as Beck (to my knowledge, at least) and man, was that cool. I managed to get into an exclusive taping of a show for Yahoo! Music. How did I do it? Myspace. Thank you, Myspace, for making my life a little bit cooler.

Other than that, been busy reworking my portfolio, freelancing, the whole bit. Man, I wish I had more to say but I'm too hungry to rant.

From My Soul

2006-12-03T15:02:00.000-08:00

Sometimes people ask me, "Erin, do your days of nonstop art making become tiresome? Do you not long for a different means to express yourself?" When I am asked this, I chuckle, sit the person down on my lap, and tell them, "No, my friend, for you see, I am a woman of many talents and passions. In fact, I once was a poet."
"A poet!" they cry, in disbelief, "Do tell me more."
I proceed to tell them of my days as a lass in regular English class. (By the way, that last sentence rhymed and I didn't even mean for it to. I still got it!). Behold, a work I penned:

Rectal bleeding
I have no phone calls.
Heavens to Betsy
Spark plug!

Meat chilling in the cooler
The answer is "green"
Put it behind your legs
Warm Suzanne Somers night.

Sean Penn frightens me
Elegance to the touch
Raspberry Jam pie
Turn around.

Sandbag sunrise
Towering walrus monument
Chicken in a trash can
Take off one sock.

She turned into a salt lick
There is a hair in my eye
The Albatross!

There you have it. A masterpiece, formerly unseen by the eyes of men, here for you to enjoy. Embrace it, for within its cryptic lines lie the very secrets of love, beauty, and the human soul.

Crappy Feet

2006-12-02T15:14:00.000-08:00

This didn't actually happen, but this is totally what would happen if this happened.

Candle Jack: WIP

2006-11-28T21:11:00.000-08:00

This bastard is taking me about ten thousand years to finish, but seriously, look at it. It's gorgeous. Hooray. I think I'm going to sleep.

Don't Say His Name!

2006-11-26T23:21:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I like to take a break from drawing what I should be drawing by drawing a drawing that I want to be drawing. And I've been wanting to draw this one for awhile!

So I did, here's the blue sketch. Hopefully I can set some time aside to color this puppy because I think it'll look really cool finished up. Just don't say his name. But if you do, try to show him the drawing and let me know what he thinks of it.

Back When I Was A Genius: Part I

2006-11-14T22:57:00.000-08:00

Here is something I am going to start that I can only hope will turn into an ongoing installment of historical findings from my past. Turns out my grandmother and mother have oodles of scribbles and writings from the days of my youth. When I mean youth, I mean things I created when I was around 2-4. My Mum procured a stack of said creations and showed me, and I felt the immediate need to share them with the world. Ladies and Gentlemen, for your consideration, I give you...

Okay, starts out simple enough. I was a kid who liked to draw dinosaurs and Christmas trees on any tablet of paper I could find. But then, things start to get a bit cryptic.

"You are good. You are nice. For you will cook delicious rice. Ricebowl, Erin"

Now this is definite proof that from an early age, I found myself attracted to people who would give me food. To this day it is not uncommon for me to shower someone with poetry and flattering remarks to get them to provide me with sustenance. What can I say? I'm a whore. Also, I like how my earliest cursive is pretty much identical to how my cursive looks now.

The Head: I'm the head today.
The Not Head: When's my turn? You always get to be the head.

This is where these things start to get a little weird. I'm sure my parents were a little disturbed that their sweet daughter was conjuring images of, well... whatever the hell that is. But that would be nothing compared to...

"I'M COMPLETELY BLIND"

Jesus. Now even this send a chill up my spine. On one hand it's funny, on the other hand, really eerie. There is a huge part of me that wonders where these images came from in my impressionable little mind, and then there is another part of me that goes, "I wonder why I'm not that creative anymore".

That's all for now. Hopefully more will be on the way. In the meantime, it's Christmas time at Disneyland and that makes me happier than you could imagine.

California:

2006-11-12T12:05:00.000-08:00

The only place where your neighborhood ice cream truck comes rolling down the block in the middle of November.

Oh, wow.

2006-11-06T20:20:00.000-08:00

So how is it that I never noticed that there is a little button that allows me to post a thumbnail of an image and then you can click it and it opens in a new window for your viewing pleasure?

Jesus.

Well, since this is an exciting discovery for me, here comes some art!

This actually happened.

So did this.

And that's all I have for right now, sorry. Haven't had much time to work on personal art, but I can tell you that I'm making a piece of fan art that is going to be quite nice when it's done.

Love Letter 2

2006-10-11T23:20:00.000-07:00

Dear RPOMC,

Thank you for making me the happiest girl alive.

Love,

Erin

A Love Letter

2006-10-09T22:52:00.000-07:00

Dear Red Pre-owned Mini Cooper,

Hi, it's me, Erin. I came by and drove you today with my parents. How are you? I'm writing this letter because I have something to get off my chest. I know this sounds silly... But I think I love you. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on your Chili Red exterior and sat on your gorgeous two-toned leather beige sport seats. You've got 17" wheels and rally lights... I like that on a car.

Plus, that white top with the panoramic sun roof? And, oh, how can I forget the Xenon lamps. I don't mean to be forward, but... That's hot.

I know your previous owner beat you up a little but it's no biggie. I'll take good care of you, baby. If you don't have an iPod adapter and your plastic seat-backs are scuffed up... It's okay, we can work through that. All that matters is our love.

I'd really like you to come live at my house. It's great here, and I have more car care accessories than you could ever dream of. I know it seems crazy but I know we can do it. I think what I'm really trying to say is... I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Or at the very least, until your extended warranty runs out.

Let's drive off into the sunset together.

Forever Yours,

Erin

Harvest Moon DS

2006-09-13T18:37:00.000-07:00

I managed to play Harvest Moon DS for a whole five minutes before I realized that is it overwhelmingly unlike "Friends of Mineral Town", which was very simple. No, the DS version has a plethora of new things to offer its victims, including:

• A cat
• Ducks
• A new, huge town
• An evil witch
• A mermaid
• One homeless man
• One mad scientist
• One doctor with a robot eye
• A black Sprite with an afro

My big dilemma right now (aside from figuring out how anything in this game works) is figuring out which girl I want to marry. Do I choose the sassy girl with the short punky red hair? The blond who looks like Winter from Girly? OR THE MERMAID NAMED LEIA (hard to resist that one, although I think she'd have to live in a pond). I don't know, the Mermaid is sounding like the coolest option.

There goes my life. Thanks a lot, Harvest Moon!

Joy!

2006-09-12T20:40:00.000-07:00

There's nothing quite like your life-long artistic idol and influence giving you a big hug and telling you that he's proud of you. This is what happened yesterday when I attented Doug TenNapel's presentation on pitching and story development. What an amazing three hours it was!

I know this is a bit late but I don't think I can express how sad I am that Steve Irwin is gone. I feel like someone very close to me has died, even though I hardly ever watched his show. I guess that just goes to show you what an amazing influence he had on the world, even if you weren't completely aware of it.

Character designer opening at Cartoon Network. The question is, do I apply? And also, how do I get there if I do? Frustration becomes your close friend when the lease on your car is up in a few months and you can't drive anywhere because you're going to get raped for every mile you drive over your designated mileage. OOGHH!!

I have to go draw monkeys, or something. Pigs, maybe. Some animals. My portfolio has a serious lack of hilarious/loveable animals.

2006-09-03T00:44:00.000-07:00

Today started out great and then turned into a big flaming heap of badness. I don't really feel like elaborating on that but you get the idea.

I'm going to bed.

"I have no problem with that"

2006-09-01T18:14:00.000-07:00

I know everyone out there loves Arrested Development, but I'm sorry, it is about fifty times funnier if you actually live in Orange County. When they talk about John Wayne Airport or the Pageant of the Masters or when Buster gets lost in Santa Ana and thinks he's in Mexico, that stuff is hilarious because you're like, "Oh my God, I totally know where that is because I LIVE HERE."

Also, can anyone tell me what the hell "Mike Judge Untitled Comedy" is? It's playing in a few theatres near me and my curiosity has been piqued.

Vault Disney My Ass

2006-08-30T12:11:00.000-07:00

Why is it that normal, real copies of Disney movies that have been "put back into the vault" cannot be found anywhere? Man. I've got a copy of Sleeping Beauty that I weasled from Blockbuster and an Emperor's New Groove disc from eBay that was shipped to me from Thailand. I don't want a gaggle of black suits knocking down my door to confiscate my copy of Robin Hood. Disney must be a lot of fools, for whoever is manufacturing these near-perfect copies of their movies in a jungle sweat shop in Malaysia must be making a boatload of money.

Buy the Farm

2006-08-26T12:53:00.000-07:00

I am practically peeing my pants 24/7 waiting for Harvest Moon DS to come out. It would have been out a week ago but God hates me so it has been pushed to a Sept. 12 release. Right now that feels like it's about a thousand years away.

RRGGhH!! Why am I denied vast fields of corn and the ability to milk a cow with a stylus? I am counting the days.

ALSO

2006-08-26T00:54:00.000-07:00

I'm coming to terms with the fact that, about two months ago when I got my very first bladder infection, I learned for the first time where my urethra empties itself. Now, I find this particularly disturbing because I previously thought I was well-aware of which designated holes did what and where they were located. Slightly more unsettling is the memory of my freshman year Human Health and Sexuality class in high school in which I specifically remember my teacher telling me that "the urethra is here", while pointing to a diagram the clitoris or something close to it. However I am not surprised since this was the teacher that would frequently write his own multiple-choice tests and accidentally leave out the correct answer on a majority of the questions. He also spent time massaging the shoulders of the girls in class, which I guess was his cute way of flirting since he obviously has no idea how female genitalia is structured. Aw, I'm being mean. He's actually a really great guy, honest.

But still. I don't know how I spent twenty years on this planet not knowing where I pee out of.

$40 Day

2006-08-26T00:48:00.000-07:00

I just found out today that the book I'm illustrating will have an initial printing of 10,000. Jeez oh man! Thassalottabooks.

So here I am, feeling slightly crappy and tired, debating whether to order these delicious looking cranberry candies I saw on this $40 Day show on the Food Network. The things look tasty. I think I'm just in the mood to buy something on the internets but I can't think of anything to get.

Except for a wallet that looks like it was made out of bacon.

So it's either candies or bacon wallet.

My room

2006-08-23T17:05:00.000-07:00

feels like the goddamn devil's sauna. I don't know what happened but today it is horrendously hot and when I climb the staircase I can actually feel my pores preparing to gush sweat as the heat intensifies. On the bright side, it's almost five and it should be cooling down soon.

Wow, did I have a birthday. A marvelous one! I think a record amount of people remembered (thanks, Myspace!) and I got a few tremedously awesome gifts, including two luscious DVD box sets (thanks Mike), one ominous Darth Vader print by artist John Loter (thanks Charles), several signed birthday cards and a reserve for Harvest Moon DS (thanks again, Charles), a gorgeous necklace (thanks Mum), a wireless Guitar Hero controller customized with Venture Bros stickers (thanks Dave), and a Monarch henchman customized My Little Pony (thank you Mollie) which I shall post pictures of sometime soon. Also, add one midnight showing of Snakes on a Plane (thank you Sam Jackson, for being you).

Anyway. Just had to say it's hotter than hell in my room and I'm not going to take it anymore.

I've Been Shot!

2006-08-08T12:46:00.000-07:00

I would like everyone to know that I lead a glamorous lifestyle. Glamorous enough to have paparazzi-style photographs taken of me whenever I enter the public. Observe:

Actually, I was spotted by a group of Dave's coworkers while having lunch with Charles. I like how this happens right as I'm thinking to myself, "Dave and I should come here for lunch sometime. I think he gets a long lunch break." Also, while shoveling noodles into my my mouth uncouthly, I thought, "Boy, it's a good thing no one is watching me eat this way".

So much for that.

All I know is that from now on, I'm looking over my shoulder whenever I'm in Irvine or any surrounding area.

ATTENTION

2006-08-06T03:14:00.000-07:00

HELLO WORLD. LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE IS UTTERLY AMAZING.

And you know what, World? You're amazing. Seriously. Give yourself a round of applause. You deserve it.

Ugghhh

2006-08-03T19:38:00.000-07:00

Today is one of those days where, from the moment you wake up, it sucks. Not in any exceedingly prominent way, but in a very dull, depressing way. For starters, it's been terribly gloomy out all day. Dark and gloomy. I spent my entire day in my room watching cartoons after a fitful night of sleep and a series of bizarre dreams. No one called me and I haven't eaten much in two days due to being busy and stressed. Actually, I lied. I ate something a half hour ago but since my stomach isn't used to eating anything except for english muffins and guacamole over a forty-eight hour period, it's hurting somethin' fierce. After all this, throw in a ton of worry over someone I care about deeply into the mix, and you've got a great recipe for feeling awful.

Also the one dream I feel I can share was one where I was on the Sailing Ship Columbia (the pirate-esque ship at Disneyland) on the sea with the crew from Pirates of the Caribbean. As part of a big spectacle set up for the 50th Anniversary, the ship flew out of the water, leaving a trail of pixie dust behind (for anyone who has even been on the Peter Pan ride, think of the way the ship looks flying over Mermaid Lagoon towards the end of the ride). So the ship zooms forward and it's just me and Jack Sparrow on it, although I'm dressed up like Elizabeth Swann (score). The ship heads towards Disneyland, taking these huge playful dives and twirls down Main Street, freaking the crap out of the Disney guests below. The ship heads for the Rivers of America and plunges into the water, right in front of a screen set-up for the premiere of the Pirates movie. I remember thinking, "I wonder if I can pass for a convincing Keira Knightley with short hair". Meanwhile for some reason Jack and I are tied up over the water for no real reason. The audience is "ooing" and "aahing" at the spectacle, when suddenly, GIANT TENTACLES reach out from the river and towards the guests. The Kraken! Everyone screams and runs. When it is silent again, a producer pops out of nowhere, yells "That's a wrap!" and gets us down while revealing the clever new Kraken special effect they set up.

That was a weird one. The strange thing was it was all so convincing. Even the Kraken effect didn't look super real, but real enough to be something Disney Imagineers could accomplish.

Boy, this entry sure was one big happy sunshiney pick-me-up, wasn't it? Sorry everyone.

Mmm... Lemon squares

2006-08-02T18:50:00.000-07:00

I had a dream the other night that I was the Flash and I had to save the rest of the Justice League from evil, and then I was myself again and I went into the kitchen and I baked lemon squares with Dr. Girlfriend.

... I think I'm experiencing some heavy subconscious Comic Con withdrawl.

Good Morning

2006-08-02T10:27:00.000-07:00

So today I wake up, and the first thing I see is that iTunes is selling Cartoon Network and Adult Swim shows, including the new season of Venture Bros.

This is a good morning!

LANCE BASS: GAY!?!?

2006-07-26T11:59:00.000-07:00

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh please who didn't know this like ten years ago.

Mode7

2006-07-25T00:15:00.000-07:00

Fanart from Gabe Swarr's "Mode7" (Click the title). I became aware of this comic after attending a panel at the Comic Con, where Mr. Swarr and Jon Gibson were talking about their pilot in development. Well, I instantly fell in love with the characters and the designs and I'm really looking forward to the potential of the whole thing becoming a show.

The comic's style is really loose and fun, reminding me that sometimes as an artist I take myself too goddamn seriously and I need to learn how to lighten up and have more fun when I draw, instead of staring at a blank page and going, "Okay, what I'm going to put down has to be really awesome looking because if it isn't really awesome it can't go into the portfolio and I'll never get a job and oh man I'll hate myself if it doesn't look totally amazing" I've been in a real dry period with my art and I feel like there is a creative simmer going on in my mind, and it's only a matter of time before I reach a boiling point and really start to get creative. Feeling paralyzed for no real reason when it comes to your craft is extremely frustrating. It's tough to explain but I feel like I should say something because I've been this way for a few years now.

ANYWAY.

Comic Con was ridiculous this year. I met Maxwell Atoms (Billy and Mandy creator), Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick, a Ren & Stimpy co-creator, and... probably some other people but I forget. Also, I saw Lewis Black and he looked me straight in the eye. Hooray! Con aside, the Lewis Black thing would have made my month either way so it was just like a bonus bag on top of all the other cool stuff that was going on. Ate at Dick's Last Resort, took a train, and finally became a member of ASIFA. The Adult Swim panel was beyond unreal. The Moral Orel guys were drunk off their gourd and heckling absolutely everyone. Fantastic stuff, and I'm only sad that it's over for an entire year.

Also, Brandon flew out and we went to Disney.

Ow. Ow ow. I feel like something is stabbing me in the eyeball.

I think I should also mention that last night I witnessed the rowdiest game of miniature golf I've ever seen. Much happened and maybe I'll illustrate it sometime, but there was this brief exchange:

Nick: (singing) Tickle my crotch and call me Larry!
Jeff: No, I'm good.

That's all for now.

Life Requirement #1

2006-07-13T22:35:00.000-07:00

Please click the title of this post and watch that pilot. It just might tickle your fancy, if your fancy desires to be tickled.

Okay, stop.

2006-07-01T23:05:00.000-07:00

Hello, everyone? Jessica Simpson is not that hot. Really. I'm not saying she ISN'T hot, but she isn't as hot as you think she is. She looks like she got hit in the face by a crowbar. Her mouth is screwed up. Seriously, guys, find a classier lady to be obsessed with. It's getting depressing.

Meanwhile, life is crazy. I find myself blossoming into the career I have desired my entire life and it hasn't quite hit me yet. Maybe that's because I have no money. Once I have a few pesos... maybe it will become clear that I am livin' the dream.

Sorry about not keeping up on American Idol. This has been pointed out to me many times. "Erin, you did not keep up with American Idol in your blog". Well, shut it. Here's something; I WENT to American Idol. That's right. For Country Week. It was amazing. An experience like that can't be described in text. I sat in the front row. My Mum was on TV. You might've seen her and you never even knew. I mean, how awesome is that?

Speaking of awesome... VENTURE BROTHERS SEASON 2. It is beyond crazy because I think over the past few years I conditioned myself to just believing that there wasn't going to be any more episodes. Everything I love (animation-wise) gets brutally slain in a fit of executive decision and audience naieveté. Seeing the Venture family and The Monarch back in action is like I died and went to heaven. I'm still pinching myself... and that doesn't even begin to describe how much better my life is just because there is a season two.

Why, America? Why?

2006-03-10T10:31:00.000-08:00

Why did you vote Ayla off? She was good and Melissa is a harlot and you know it.

This week Ace melted my face off. Hoorah!

American Idol - Girls' Night Out

2006-02-21T22:28:00.000-08:00

Since I am a proud American and I am a sucker for a curmudgeonly British man in a black sweater, I've been avidly watching American Idol this season.

And whether you like it or not, I'm going to try to blog my thoughts every night the show is on. Yow!

It's time to vote, which is my favorite thing ever. Here's the rundown on tonight's show:

Mandisa, Lisa, and Katharine, you guys are prime choice. Can't wait to see you next week!

Paris, marry me. I want to be your soulmate and I love you to death and beyond.

Everyone else, you're either hot and you suck or you're not hot at all and you just plain suck. Booh!

I can't want to see the light of my life (Ace Young) perform tomorrow. Oh god, I just discovered americanidolstore.com. There goes my money!

I feel like I'm going to hurl up an entire can of split pea soup.

Morning Schedule

2006-01-19T12:32:00.000-08:00

Some of Cartoon Network's children's programming during the day:

• Little Robots
• Krypto the Superdog
• Harry and his Bucket Full of Dinosaurs

Does anyone else see how awesome this is?

Quality Time, suckas

2006-01-18T22:46:00.000-08:00

Mike = My Brother
Erin = Me
Taylor = My sister

Mike: I can just see the ad campaign for "Bawls" now... like a dad walks into your room, and says 'Son, are you playing with you Bawls?'"
Erin: Yeah, and then the bottle has like, a little skirt on it. Like he's playing.
Taylor: A skirt?!
Erin: Well, yeah.
M: Another questionable bottle design. Why the bumps?
E: Oh, I know.
M: But it's nothing compared to those Umberto Giannini hair products that look like huge dildos.
E: Really? *click click google*
**The aforementioned hair product does indeed look like a dirty pleasure toy**
E: Oh, wow.
M: Yeah, they look like little vibrators, but they're like, huge! Like this big *Puts a three-foot gap between hands to show height*
E: Well, good!
M: ....
T: ....
E: ....
M: ... that was the best possible answer to that.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

2006-01-16T11:59:00.000-08:00

People's Choice Awards

2006-01-12T10:49:00.000-08:00

America, what is wrong with you?

Your favorite three movies, from an ENTIRE YEAR, and the only ones you can boil it down to are Batman Begins, Hitch, and Star Wars III!?

Maybe I don't want to know what the people's choice was for anything. I never asked for any of this. I never ever asked or wanted to know if anyone saw Hitch, or if Green Day is the best band all year. No.

ErinZ (10:45:30 AM): the people's choice awards are clearly for retards only.
Brando (10:45:37 AM): (laughs)
ErinZ (10:45:48 AM): i think that must have been a requirement. to vote, you need to be deemed mentally unfit by the state.
Brando (10:45:53 AM): The Retarded People's Choice Awards?

* * *

Brando (10:49:00 AM): Who *won*?
ErinZ (10:49:04 AM): Star Wars.
Brando (10:49:09 AM): PFFT.
Brando (10:51:07 AM): Dat one wins a'cause it had da' most commercials.
Brando (10:51:34 AM): Dey were ons my Dorito's bag and everyt'ing.

Way to go, democracy.

Angel Brody

2006-01-10T12:30:00.000-08:00

.. Touché, Tim. But actually, I really wasn't talking about covering up what I want to say, just talking about what talking could be like in general. I was really bored and kind of perturbed that night. You understand.

I just had some absolutely vivid and bizarre dreams.

One of which was Adrien Brody, WITH ANGEL WINGS. Although the angel wings were like parrot wings, but he really was an angel, from heaven and the whole shebang. He was in love with me, HOWEVER, he said although he would really LOVE to do me, he wasn't sure if it was cool with God. Because, you know, he's an angel and everything.

The other dream involved me going on some weirdo version of the Haunted Mansion Holiday, but all the animatronics (and also these stuffed animals I was clutching) were real. I was with my sister, trying to convince her of that, and she just laughed at me and called me stupid. I said, "No, there ARE real, they're alive and everything" and she still laughed. I then tried to leap over a giant pumpkin, but my sister grabbed onto my legs and it was really, really painful. I tried to punch her off me but I passed out from pain. When I woke up we were surrounded by all the living characters from Nightmare Before Christmas, including characters from Hocus Pocus, all concerned for my health. My sister apologized and the characters were all reciting lyrics from "Kidnap the Sandy Claws" and I thought to myself, "Santa Claus would shit if he saw all this"

2006-01-09T01:34:00.000-08:00

Wouldn't it be interesting if we all just said exactly what was on our minds when it came to interacting with others? Exactly what you're thinking. No bullshit. Just let it all out. And, for convesation's sake, let's pretend that in everyday society, that's how people function. By saying shit that needs to be said.

I guess covering the truth or just flat-out making shit up is just how we work. Everyone is afraid of hurting everyone else, and on top of that everyone is afraid of making an idiot out of themselves. I suppose it all just gets to a certain point where, when almost everyone you know has been bullshitting about everything right to your face and you know it and it has been going on for months, you just get sick, tired, and pissed off. Or just frustrated.

Someone get me out of my house, I'm thinking too much.

Snickers are only good if you eat them.

I can't help but wonder...

2005-12-30T03:06:00.000-08:00

... is it fate that my Gmail ticker is displaying a "Theme Park Engineering Class" website?

I mean, because it's not like I cry out of sheer inspiration when I listen to my $100 6-disc "A Musical History of Disneyland" CD set or anything.

Well, thank God!

2005-12-28T02:47:00.000-08:00

Your Elf Name Is...

Pixie Fluffernutter

What's Your Elf Name?

2005-12-26T23:04:00.000-08:00

Kronk's New Groove

2005-12-23T16:31:00.000-08:00

... was not very good. It wasn't necessarily bad, but... mediocre. However, it did have ONE thing that made it well worth my twenty dollars, and that happens to be one of the only things that can redeem a so-so animated feature (this one thing also happens to be one of my favorite things that can be done in an animated feature as well), and that is...

A DANCE AND MONTAGE SCENE SET TO DISCO MUSIC.

Plus Ms. Birdwell is simply adorable and I love her. So there.

The Choices Are Yours and Yours Alone

2005-12-18T01:47:00.000-08:00

Hey bitches, guess who's back. I was going to start updating once the site/blog revamp was up, but screw it because I have things to say. Write.

I'm all Konged out now that I've seen the King twice in the same twenty-four hour period. The first time didn't count because the only seats that were available to my party were cleverly positioned three feet away from the screen. Incidentally, this placement caused me to have a horrendous bout of motion sickness lasting for the final two hours of the film. So I just kind of closed my eyes and listened to dinosaurs and giant bugs eat absolutely everything. The second time around I sat ALL THE WAY in the back. Boy, is that bug scene creepy or what?

So what has Erin been up to since the last time she updated? I'm sure you're all asking yourselves that. The answer to that would be:

• A successful dropping of art school
• A successful shattering of my heart by someone who didn't mean to at all
• A successful picking u and glue-ing back together of those pieces by a very nice (and persistent) boy
• A successful realization that I was born to do character design
• A successful freelance job in which I discovered that I doubt my abilities as an artist a little too much, sometimes
• An unsuccessful attempt at a job at Nickelodeon (I'll get those bastards yet)
• A lot of waitressing
• A lot of daydreaming
• A lot of driving to LA
• A lot of Disneyland (and I mean a lot)
• Keeping Corner Bakery afloat double-handedly (Beckie's the other hand)
• Seeing Coldplay (I can now die)
• Seeing Backstreet Boys
• Seeing Beck AGAIN

I'll let you know if I left anything out. That's all for now.

Space Mountain Count: 82

Nothing that I wouldn't try

2005-07-22T09:49:00.000-07:00

Comic-con = too much to even describe when it comes to awesomeness and fun. I got mooninite socks.

Working working working.

Also, if you ever have a chane to see Beck live... do it.

Erin's Movie Update

2005-07-01T01:01:00.000-07:00

What's today? Thursday, Friday?

Several things have become apparent to me recently. First and foremost:

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is probably the best movie ever made. Honestly. The writing is so good that it blows my mind and I wonder why movies just don't have the same ridiculous spark of pure entertainment that this movie has. Every character is loveable in their own quirky way, even Augustus Gloop, who literally spends thirty seconds on the screen and has three lines before being sucked up in a giant tube stuck in a chocolate river. But that's because it's impossible not to at least have the slight urge to poke a fat German's boy's stomach and giggle. Just think about it. If Gene Wilder ever asks me to marry him I will say yes instantly.

Which brings me to my next point:

As everyone in the world knows, Tim Burton is releasing his own version of a semi-dark yet vividly colored Chocolate Factory. Naturally it has a modern twist to it (just look at Violet's jogging suit and everyone's sneakers) but I will be absolutely astonished if Burton's rendition even so much as touches the hilarious innocence and splendor of one of the most convincing worlds made in a film. Tim Burton's great and all, but I just can't imagine the new film coming close to the original. But it should be interesting, at least. Although the guy who is playing Grandpa Joe is so creepy that I'm starting to lose sleep at night. He looks like Pixar's Geri and Woody Allen had a sickly old baby. I just can't imagine that guy being as squeezeable as the original GJ.

Point number trois:

I have NO idea why (and I probably never will) but I just watched this and I can't wait to see it. If someone walked up to you on the street and pitched a movie starring Jack Black in a SERIOUS role followed by the description of a barrage of battles between dinosaurs and a giant gorilla while a skinny scantily clad blond woman is thrown into the mix, you'd probably slap that person in the face and spit on his shoe for insulting your intelligence (unless you're one of those people who liked Constantine ((and I'm very sorry to he people who are my good friends who enjoyed Constantine and will probably buy it on DVD next week))) Yet the intrigue and desire to see this movie is prominenty coursing through my veins.

Sleeping Beauty is the worst movie Disney ever made, yet has the best style of any of their animated films (actually, the second best, Emperor's New Groove still is the top in my book). Maleficent could have been the craziest (and sexist) baddie ever and her introduction scene makes me shiver and drool at how lithe and calculating she is, but then the next time you see her she's hanging out on a forbidden mountain with henchmen who are a combination of vultures, bats and pigs. What the hell is that? And sadly, even though Princess Aurora is probably the hottest Disney princess ever, she is also the most boring and is hardly even in the movie at all.

Howl's Moving Castle is brilliant.

I think I'm out of things to say for now.

Remember to tip your waitress.

Guess Who's Back...

2005-06-08T00:58:00.000-07:00

At the Speed of Sound

2005-06-08T00:54:00.000-07:00

New Coldplay Album = Fluids in my pants.

Click the titles for pictures!! Do it now! Right here!

2005-05-30T02:28:00.000-07:00

Ain't that nifty?

The King and I

2005-05-30T02:25:00.000-07:00

It never fails:

Every time I really enjoy a movie or television show and get all geared up to buy merchandise, I always... ALWAYS... end up loving the one character that tested the lowest with child audiences. Thusly, no merchandise.

My latest victim:

King Julien from the outrageously hilarious Madagascar. (The lemur with the big grin and the leafy hat) He's fuzzy, he's quirky, he's voiced by Ali G, and he can dance. Why does God deny me plush toy?

P.S. Now I work as a waitress at Chili's.

2005-04-09T18:25:00.000-07:00

My good friend Brandon (too lazy to link) has thing thing in his journal where he instructs to put your playlist on shuffle and pick out the first twenty songs and add "in your pants". Let's see:

Pool Party in my pants
Hotel California in my pants
Robot Theme Song in my pants
Too Much Time On My Hands in my pants
Escaping Nomanisan in my pants
Renegade in my pants
Show Me The Way in my pants
Man Research in my pants
Confused and Upset in my pants
On The Open Road in my pants
Picture Book in my pants
The Lil' Bonus Room in my pants
Valleygirl in my pants
Parklife in my pants
Feel Good Inc. in my pants
Psychedelic Boogy Child in my pants
Addicted to Love In my pants
Coffee and Other Just Desserts in my pants
"I Promised Them Women" in my pants
Conquistador in my pants

Thank god Conquistador was the last one. That made me laugh.

2005-04-04T02:35:00.000-07:00

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There is something to look at. Also forgot to say that Gorillaz has a new video and I'm too lazy to link to it, so I'll just link you to my art instead and you can go find the new video on your own. It makes me squeal. The song is eerily catchy, too. GO.

2005-04-04T02:33:00.000-07:00

All I've been able to do is sit here, starve, catch up on scanning artwork and ignore a ten-page Critical Reasoning paper that is due in forty-eight hours. I'm eating loads of this Trader Joe's chocolate that comes in blocks as large as my torso. I don't like chocolate that much, and for someone who doesn't like chocolate, this chocolate is just about the damndest most delicious chocolate I've ever eaten in my life. I can't stop. Maybe it's because all I had to eat today was a half of a chicken breast and a bowl of cereal.

This chocolate is really good.

Sin City was seriously the most gruesome film I have ever seen ever.

Today I watched the Camelot song-and-dance scene from Holy Grail about ten times straight, and although I have seen it maybe a thousand times in my life thus far, today it was funnier than it was the first time I saw the movie. I'm not sure why that is, but it can probably be attributed from the massive amounts of genius oozing out of every gaping pore of the film.

Daylight savings time is the devil bringing darkness (or lightness in this case) to this world. I just love losing an hour of time for no particular reason. The whole day felt rushed.

I think I've finally figured out how to make some of my art look good for a change. We'll see how that goes.

I have a long week ahead of me.

My cell phone broke and now I'm using one from about five years ago that loses battery power even though it's not being used, and the version of "Snake" on it is so old that it's the version of the game in which you cannot pass through the walls.

I don't expect you to make sense of anything in that last paragraph.

This chocolate really is the cricket's wicket.

But I'm still incredibly hungry.

Grr.

2005-03-25T02:05:00.000-08:00

Publick Nuisance

VENTURE BROTHERS SEASON TWO IS A GO.

I've never been so happy.

2005-02-28T02:50:00.000-08:00

Nothing quite like leftover pizza and a beer at quarter to three in the morning. This pizza is seriously so delicious that I think I could die.

Another year of Oscars, and tonight's ceremony was fairly disappointing on a vague level. The Incredibles won best animated feature though, and when it comes down to it, I suppose that's all I really cared about in the first place.

Maybe I should watch Robot Chicken so that all the people who keep asking me my opinion of it can finally be satiated with an answer. If I haven't already missed it, though. Fuck. I'm waiting for my sheets to dry.

I wish I had something more interesting to talk about, but I don't.

Koji's tomorrow with Charles. Fuck yeah.

2005-02-23T01:02:00.000-08:00

Wait, what am I even talking about!!!!! Something interesting DID happen this weekend and my uterus is causing me so much distress that I completely forgot!!

Charles and I went to the premiere of the Animation Show Year Two in Santa Monica, but after we bought tickets we went to the Third Street Promenade, and Matthew Lesko was sitting in the Coffee Bean on a laptop, wearing his green riddler suit and everything. Then, the movie geek from Comedy Central's "Beat the Geeks" was tearing tickets and sweeping the lobby in the theater, and FINALLY, I got to shake Don Hertzfeldt's hand and personally tell him that he's a genius and my hero for all time.

Don's new short is nothing short of scrumtrilescent. Go see the Animation Show if you can.

Forgive me for forgetting our most glorious Friday of D/E-List celebrity sightings, Charles.

There was a lot of "for"s in that last sentence.

2005-02-23T00:57:00.000-08:00

Hear what Erin has to say about Keanu Reeves' latest supernatural special effects vampire demon-killing battle between heaven and hell bonanza "Constantine":

"A sharp stick in the eye would have taken about five hours less of my time and been just the slightest bit less painful than watching that movie."

That pretty much sums it up right there. Worst movie I've seen in a long time. I can't even recommend this monstrous excuse for a "cinematic film" to someone who is in desperate need of a good laugh. Keanu can't even act a cough. Awful. Simply awful. This movie is like a crime to humanity.

That being said, the Spongebob movie is being released out of NOWHERE a week from today. YES!!!! Fastest theater-to-DVD transfer ever.

Let it be known and sing it from the mountain tops: I love buffalo wings.

I would like to say that I saw something really interesting happen this weekend, like a hot woman dating a midget or a blue cat running into a window. But nothing like that happened.

This can sum up my mood right now:

ErinZ (12:48:53 AM): we should all hang out with a big group of people this weekend.
ErinZ (12:49:02 AM): have a ho-down or something
ErinZ (12:49:06 AM): square dancing
ErinZ (12:49:20 AM): black gold
ErinZ (12:49:23 AM): texas tea
ErinZ (12:49:45 AM): i don't even know what i mean anymore.

Bedtime.

2005-02-14T00:46:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's Day! Happy Birthday Blake (officially)!

LA Adventure Weekend: Success.

And much fun was had! Bagels were eaten! Guitars were rocked on! Fruit cups were enjoyed! Hobos were witnessed! I missed you, Blake!

Now it's back to reality and work. Oosh! But... this weekend...

ANIMATION SHOW YEAR TWO.

GLEE.

2005-02-11T15:17:00.001-08:00

Los Angeles adventure weekend and it has only just begun.

ErinZ (3:14:42 PM): his name is esteban
Mollie (3:14:54 PM): hee
Mollie (3:14:56 PM): esteban?
ErinZ (3:15:03 PM): my fiery latino lover
Mollie (3:15:19 PM): ah
ErinZ (3:15:20 PM): he comes and serenades me below my window with his spanish guitar, sans a shirt
Mollie (3:15:21 PM): i sseeee
Mollie (3:15:28 PM): *hoots*
ErinZ (3:15:47 PM): he has long, flowing black hair and he whispers sweet nothings to me in his native tongue
ErinZ (3:17:24 PM): i'll never love white men again

2005-02-02T22:37:00.000-08:00

The week started out crappy but quickly took a turn for the awesome when I finally resolved something that has been brooding within me for the past ten years. Having acknowledgement of one's freedom is an excellent thing, and I recommend that everyone ponders that for at least ten minutes every day.

Other than that, rather uneventful. The highlights of my recent days seem to come only when I get my dictionary.com "word of the day" in my inbox. Why? Because I'm a vocab-loving poindexter.

I occasionally read through entries from previous months, often to amuse myself through myself, but mostly out of boredom. Some of these spiels are so embarrassing that I am amazed I didn't purge the entire blog multiple times. To think, there are people who have the ability to go back in my life and read an idiotic rant from two years ago. Two years ago! I had slightly more intelligence than a drooling mollusc with glasses back then, and somehow I have set myself up so that any person who has access to the internet can go back and revisit Erin's days of yore. This actually frightens me. In about two years, I'm sure I'll write this same paragraph about the same subject about this paragraph that I'm writing right now.

I also wonder how entertaining I could possibly be when it seems that every three entires, I'm either bitching about being hungry or having a load of homework (mostly the former, though). I guess everyone knows what my priorities in life are, now. (Although anyone who spends more than an hour's worth of time with me knows that keeping me fed is the easiest way to maintain a pleasant Erin.)

No, that was not an indirect request to have any of you buy me food.

Except for Charles, maybe.

Damnit!

Charles, I owe you my soul.

Time for me to go draw caricatures of Conan O'Brien. All this typing about being hungry is making me hungry.

...

There I go again.

2005-01-29T00:18:00.000-08:00

I feel like I'm the guru of silly television show quotes. Like someone tries to have an intelligent conversation with me, but all I can manage to respond with is a phrase that only makes sense if being spoken by a giant milkshake with yellow gloves.

I didn't even realize this week happened until about two minutes ago. I'm not even sure what happened.

The word of the day is "smarmy".

I did nothing tonight.

I'm so sick of the rain.

Disneyland tomorrow. (Or today, technically)

My hands smell like clove oil.

I'm hungry.

2005-01-25T01:58:00.000-08:00

So much homework, I want to die! But then again, that's only the thousandth time I've written that.

Wonderous days go by as I attend school, got bogged down with homework, draw Jewish pirates, and pester my newly-adopted twin sons from New York with my brand new illegitimate lesbian lover Mollie.

I went to the Disney this morning with Chuck. Rode the Haunted Mansion, which oddly enough filled a vacancy in my soul. (It was it's reopening after taking down all their Nightmare Before Christmas crap) We ate at the Blue Bayou and had an amazing fried sandwich and okra-laiden gumbo, which I am now craving in a sleepy paint-mixing stupor. Too bad all I have been eating instead are chocolate almond clusters and drunken pimento stuffed olives, and suffice to say, it just isn't the same.

My perspective project looks like ass and a half. It was supposed to be a drawing of a manly investigation of the Temple of the Forbidden Eye (the Indiana Jones ride, if you're that ignorant) but instead it just looks like a bunch of large-headed ninnies in collar shirts taking a stroll through a Lowe's example of a kitchen that you could build in your own home. God.

And now I leave you with this interesting tidbit:

ErinZ (1:51:56 AM): if i got my uterus taken out, i would ask for the doctor to put it in a jar so that i could keep it. then i would draw a twirly moustache and hairy eyebrows on the jar and display it on a shelf in my foyer, with a plaque under it saying "Malevolo, the Greatest of All Evils: 1986-2005"

2005-01-18T22:01:00.000-08:00

I accomplished the unthinkable and spent four straight days at Disneyland. Yesterday was another day there by myself and it was a blast. I ran around going on every ride I could possibly manage into my seven-hour span of time there. I drank a Rock Star as I walked along Paradise Pier in California Adventure and looked at all the terrifying rides that I swore to myself I'd never go on. At one point I got onto Pirates and was placed in the back of the boat, the only other passenger was another sole Disneylandier seated all the way in the front. It was like having the entire ride to myself. As the park was closing and I was ready to leave, I noticed that there was one more showing of "Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln" as I passed, and naturally I had to go in and watch the animatronic replica of our sixteenth president do his stuff. What a day.

School started, and I can already tell that this semester is going to be like an antisocial dream right up until May.

I want to join Mensa and dance around with genius geeks.

Time to go work on perspective homework, now that I'm actually learning the material...

2005-01-17T02:01:00.000-08:00

Charles: The antenna ball is hot and I'm bound to be the core of everyone's raging jealousy when school starts back up. Also my dad likes it, which is a bonus. I'm sorry about the soda.