Harvest Moon DS

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!

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.

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"

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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!?!?

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

Mode7

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

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.

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?

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

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.