Eradication of Rational Cognitive Activity.

After taking a break from my incredibly busy day of eating salted ramen noodles and rice, taking long unplanned for naps, and listening to songs I've heard countless times, I spent the remainder of my time scrubbing cat vomit from a pair of my shoes.

I know it sounds like a pretty hectic day, doesn't it? Believe it or not, this has been my day off.

Alright, I know I've been talking about spicing this stupid page up ever since I started touching this keyboard in completely nonsexual ways.. Shut the fuck up keyboard!! You Lie! No one will ever love you!! Anyway, I know it seems like I've been lagging, but the truth is, I have been busy working and I still don't have the proper equipment to do everything that I want.

Well.. that's partially true. That's the reason I haven't uploaded any drawings. I suppose I could get started on a few of the other pages, but I'm way too lazy to learn how to get pro with HTML right now.

In other news, I just found out that one of my co-workers at Goodwill was actually a big time model. Yeah, I know. Now I don't know if I'm worthy enough to even really talk to her. I don't know if she's worthy of talking to me. There we go. That makes more sense. And the reason I bring her up is because I plan on visiting a Buddhist temple one of these days and she claims that she would like to go if I manage to find one.

Hinnom announcement:
No, I have not forgotten about this and I have not given up. I am currently adding a few key details to the script and refining a few of the character designs. The next step is to start storyboarding the bitch. I need to get some page layout ideas in the work.

Oh! Oh! O-o-oooh!!!! While I'm on the subject, I just recently decided to pull a few improvised comic pages I did a few years ago and transfer them to a larger, and more professional canvas (like my forearm), to put together a mini-fun-time comic that I can collaborate with other artists that don't suck. If you were wondering how one can improvise a comic, I'll tell you my creative process. Well, first of all, I rip out all of my fingernails with a pair of old rusty pliers, once the pain has numbed my entire right side of my body and my brain don't work so good no more, I draw a few cells. After I fill up an entire page with boxes and circles, I start to draw little stick figures and write little bits of dialogue. The result is a horrible creature that resembles a single paged comic that makes little to no sense.

I believe I have taken over your precious little brain for long enough. Be grateful you can still pick your nose in the comfort of your own human form.. And I do realise that I am not making too much sense this post. I just haven't gotten out at all today. You're going to have to deal with it until you decide to find something better to do online than read some random idiot's blog.

Poo

Poop

Poopy

Good-bye!!

I'm Hideous!!

Hello no one.

I just shaved my facial hair to meet Disney's standard and I absolutely despise it. I don't think there are words harsh enough to describe the amount of hatred and anger that I am feeling right now. Without my facial hair I look like a fucking rapist. I hope you're happy Walt Disney, you asshole. I suppose you're wondering why I'm reacting the way that I am. Well, here's a random fact for you. I never shaved my mustache before. N-E-V-E-R. Not until this cursed night. I feel like John Merrick or something. Ashamed to be alive and all I want is to be hidden from the rest of the world.

It would appear that I have to take a picture for my ID badge tomorrow as well as fill out some paperwork. I am not looking forward to this.

This is what I look like now that I shaved.

The Happiest Place on Earth.

Do you recall the time I told you about that interview I had at Disneyland? Well, you should, because it was yesterday. Guess what.. I have a second job. Take that unemployment.

So my job title is "Candy Maker" and it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. I'll be making candy for all the little slaves children.

I wasn't expecting to get a job offer today. Usually it'll take a few days for an employer to review all of the information from every applicant. I didn't even apply for that position. Jenny, my interviewer, offered me that position or I could have waited a little longer to work for a position that I applied for, because they were looking for "cast members" for spring and summer. I guess she liked me enough to want me to work there as soon as possible. No complaints here.

So far, this has been a good month. I should be able to get out on my own once again within the next month or so. We all know what independence means to me... San Fransisco. I will get there. You are my witness.. I'm not too sure what good you are to me, but what has already been said is said.

Deal with it.

Or not.

A Nice Conversation with Bret.

My phone begins to ring. I look at the call tag. Low and behold, it's our good friend Bret. "I wonder what he wants" I ask to myself.

Me: Hel-

Bret: Keegan! You're a fan of Annihilator, right?

Me: Yeah, Annihilator is pretty cool.

Bret: Well, I played a show with the original lead singer last night.

Me: Nice.

Bret: He's in some psychobilly funky band that's really good.

Me: ...

Bret: One of the backup dancers is his ex wife. Guess what..

Me: ...

Bret: I did her.

Yep, that was pretty much the whole conversation there. In other news, I have an interview for Disneyland at noon tomorrow. I wouldn't mind working two jobs. Especially if one is at Disneyland. I hear that it is a great place to work.

Well, that's all I have for you thus far.

[Insert clever departing words here.]

'K So... Queso? Cheese.

All work and no play make Keegy a happy dead camp councelor.

That's right. I worked at my new location today and everything went smoothly. A lot of the people I worked with today were doing community service. A few customers thought I was doing community service as well. I guess I look too much like a bad ass to willingly work at a company like Goodwill. Overall, I had a pretty swell time. My co-workers are all very nice and understanding.

Well, I'm tired of talking about work. (Lord of Gore, that feels good to say)

Not much to mention about Hinnom, but the character designs are coming along and I'm working at a comfortable pace.

With nothing left to say, I leave you with a lovely quote courtesy of Cervante:
[To me] "You look like one of those Jews that were rescued from a consentration camp and just started eating again."

Thanks, babe.

To the Non Believers.

So, for those of you that haven't noticed(which should be everyone, considering that no one actually reads this horrible blog), I have added a temporary/half-assed header that I made on photoshop. I say temporary, because I plan on having a piece of hand-drawn artwork in its place as soon as I get a scanner. Let this be the sign that show that I shall actually be following through with working on this site and updating my blog as often as possible.

I have pretty large plans for this site in the near future. So, hopefully I won't be talking to a nonexistent audience for too much longer..

In other news, my first day at the Goodwill location that I'll actually be working at starts tomorrow. Snazzy, no? Yes.

Alright phantom readers, goodnight.

Update for the Illiterate.

I almost forgot to mention that I have finally completed the rough draft of my script. Hell yeah, boi! I'm currently working on character and weapon designs. So the next step would be to edit the script then type it up. After that, I can finally start story-boarding it. Yippy for productivity.

I haven't anything else to talk about. So... Rabble babble boob-scotch.

I believe I need a shower.. yep. I most certainly do.

An Interesting Day, Indeed.

So, it's seven o'clock in the morning, a pair of taps audible from a distance grabbed my attention. Next thing I know, the taps made their way to my front door. "Who could that be at this hour?" I asked myself.

Mysterious Man: Did one of your pitbulls get out some how? You have two right?

Me: Uh.. yeah, I have two pitbulls here, but I don't think any of them got out..

Mysterious Man: Well, there's a pitbull by the gate at the school [OCC].

Me: What does it look like?

Mysterious Man: It's like white with some grey spots..

Me: Hmm.. I don't know..

Mysterious Man: You down to go on a rescue mission right now?

Me: Uh.. sure..

So, we went to the school's parking lot and managed to get close enough to the dog to feed it and and gain its trust. The dog was starved, beaten, scared, and had a guitar strap tied around its neck. The man then asked me to drive his car back to the apartments as he walked the dog there. (Very trusting, I know) We cut the guitar strap off of the dog and replaced it with a new collar and a leash. At this point, I had to go back home to get ready for work. (I had to be there at eight.)

Today was my orientation at Goodwill. To sum it up, I had to sign a lot of paper work and watch dated safety/sexual harassment videos. Some of the policies are questionable, but I think I'll enjoy working there for the most part.