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Tags: skool mark hall's john hancock art foo casting crowns editor's day 10-9 scad wtf! zombies
Published : 6 months ago (Sun, 18 May 2008 02:53:50 PDT)
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Item One: Pritty Soulja Boiz
Clicky cut cut cut!
WEWT~ Colorz~ Not totally thrilled with the car's interior. I think I'm going to make it some other color besides blue. Also the window glare is a bit funky because I want to make it clear that the window is up and between Ahimsa and the guy. The shots of the old guy are pretty good, the shot where the camera is in the car interior looking OUT not so much. I think I might have to desaturate where the glass is present like I did with the looking in shots and not just Ahimsa himself. Also the car pulling up could stand to have it's headlights on and maybe exhaust to indicate it's not just sitting there.
No. Tikal's not a washed out Anti-John. Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~ :D
PS: Love on Ahimsa's expression in panel five. LOVE ON EET.
Item Two: Devine Intervention
Honestly, on my trip to Savannah I have collected so many odd experiences I might be talking about it for at LEAST a month. The first Odd Story is however by far the best one.
On Thursday Mom and I left town in a hurry after class, we were in such a rush we forgot the maps and had to turn back, on the way out of ATL proper we encountered two serious wrecks that slowed us up a good damned bit. By the time we got around the Atlanta Motor Speedway (or as my Mom told me so because she's about as Geeky of NASCAR as I am of Lost. Yeah. It's scary.) I was getting hungry and the snacks we had in the car wasn't dooin' it for me. So began a lenghty debate on what to eat. We were pretty restricted because Mom's ulcers have been going nuts so just about anything the South calls sustenance was out of the question. There was talk of Subway and eating in the car but Mom somehow convinced me of going to a sitdown place. Somehow we decided on Chili's in this little podunk town of McDonough (which as Mom reminded me once again is TOTALLY where the ATL Motor Speedway is). The odd part of this story is the Chili's in P'cola is fucking nasty and we never go there, but somehow we thought ours might me an isolated experience. So we went, got seated and in the booth next to us were three giggling teen girls and an older guy that frankly had no business being with these girls unless he was thier dad. I busted out my sketchbook and was just doodling as I listend to them talk because they were behind me but Mom could see them. It was kind of odd because they were talking about everything I liked from certain movies, to broadway shows, to freaking superheroes and I was getting antsy to speak up but didn't want to be rude. Mom however kept freaking STARING at the guy and I was just X_X;;;;; 'Mawwwwwwm. Stoppit.'
So at one point the guy gets up to go do something and Mom whispers to me, 'I honestly think that's Mark Hall. O_O' I blink, think about it and then realize she's talking about the Mark Hall which is the lead singer of the world famous Christian Rock group Casting Crowns. Of which Mom and I have seen in concert twice, Mom's a HUGE FAN of Mark and of Christian music whereas I'm more fond of the harder less obviously worshippy sound of Third Day. Of course both the Crowns and boys of Third Day are Atlanta natives so it wasn't that far of a stretch... but we weren't exactly in Atlanta. So I suck it up and flat out ask the giggling girls if it really is him, and the girls adamantly confirmed it. Mom and I kinda just..... stared. @_@ I nudged Mom that she'd absolutely kick herself if she didn't speak to him. X_X
So he came back in, Mom seized her moment and actually was NOT a drooling fangirl, and because I'm never without my sketchbook and impliment of scribbling....
In talking to him before he became a musican he was apparently wanted to be an artist, his recording studio is all decked out with superhero stuff and he wanted more than anything to go to SCAD. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOLZ. How fucking crazy is that? I showed him some of my doodles, one of them happening to be a test print of the 10-9 Oneshot and while he was really impressed it didn't dawn on me till an hour later and we were in the middle of our trip that the page I showed him clearly showed Tikal holding a joint and using it to gesture. Obviously I am going to hell and damnation for that one. X_X
Stay Tuned For More Bizzare Savannah Trip Stories Coming Soon.
Item Three and Four: Zombie Invasion And The Government Coverup
The closer we got to the Georgia coast we kept noticing these barricades on the exit ramps as we drove by. The first time we saw it we figured it was because there was railroad tracks at the top of the exit ramp.... but then we kept seeing them. Which began a weekend long dialouge of:
Mom: What do you suppose they're for? They look like they're meant to close the roads.
Me: It's to keep people in quaranteene after the great apocalypse.
Mom: To keep people out?
Me: Yes. Because those will be the Zombie Death Camps.
Mom: I really think they're just to close off those roads in case of hurricanes....
Me: A hurricane that carries an airborne pathogen that turns everyone into zombies!
Mom: Maybe you're right.
Me: The Truth Is Out There. Chris Carter says so.
Of course once we got back to ATL what's on History Channel? The Mega Disasters episode of MEGAHURRICANES. I pointed to the TV and shouted 'LOOK! ZOMBIES. :O' Mom was finally convinced of the Zombie Theory.
Item Five:
The drive to and from Savannah is seriously the most boring shit ever. Trees and state troopers for four hours and not a lick of civilzation save for signs that occasionally tease you it's close by. Think Deliverance and there ya go. It took us nearly five hours to get there because of weather, wrecks, and random brush with celebrity. I actually passed the hell out for an hour of it. The way home again the highway hypnosis got me and I was out cold for another hour, stirred a couple of times when I felt Mom start driving by braille and wondered if I should get up and be her wingman. Kinda laid there half dozing and decided naptime was over, I asked Mom first how long I had been out and she said an hour and my next question being where we were and a sign confirmed we were just 30 minutes away from Atlanta. Somehow my Mom hooked up a flux capacitor to her Vue and got us from Savannah to Atlanta in 2 hours and 45 minutes flat. Seriously. That's like the runtime PotC3. X_X HOLY CRAP.
And considering my Mom keeps getting up and blinking at me and showing how much of an NON-MORNING PERSON SHE IS I'm going the hell to bed. Z_Z |
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