This blog is currently on an indefinite hiatus while lunatoic and myself work on the plans for something bigger and better.
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23 March, 2009
21 January, 2009
Lovers in Japan
Was going to post a WIP for this (still have the file!) but forgot about it, and by the time I remembered, the pic was finished xD
OMG blogger resized it horribly D:
Actually two old old original characters of mine that.. don't really look like how I pictured them...
Oh I'm back on deviantART by the way ;D Check me out at http://lunatoic.deviantart.com/! (and support a poor homeless Xboxless artist ;_; )
20 January, 2009
More art
I feel so productive lately *___*Also, I found this in one of my old scrapbooks.
seriously wtf guys
19 January, 2009
Breakfast: Father vs. Me
Nothing tastes so good as an imminent heart attack. I'm not saying light and healthy is tasteless and bland but you've got to admit that most things fried in oil and doused in salt will do their best to appeal to your tastebuds.
After a dream in which I did the very same thing, I got up this morning and made myself an omelette with 2 eggs, salt and cheddar cheese. Ahaha, I even dream about food.
Sure, it's not the most whacked out, unhealthy thing I've ever eaten - not like fried Coke or anything that crazy - but for someone who had been restricting themself to 1 egg a day (...long story, I'll explain one day) 2 eggs is a big step. Actually, wait...not as big a step as the day we went to Mornington and I ate something like 5 of the little bastards.
I folded it into thirds and it ended up being this little thing. :3
Cheese: *oozes*
I added some water so that it would be tender. I don't like looking after things as they cook so sometimes me eggs can get a bit tough. Tough for eggs, that is, so something akin to tofu. Not, you know, rubber.
My father, on the other hand, produced the above monstrosity and kindly asked of me to eat it. What is it, you ask? Very good question. That is his interpretation of what Westerners eat. Diarrhoea, you say? No. 'Soup'/'gruel'/'torture.'
It's a heady mix of sweet potato, unprocessed oats, butter and cream (and maybe some salt - just because Dad seasons stuff like that: sporadically.) Yeah, because Westerners eat butter and cream with everything. Good gods.
I had a bowl. I was obliged to do so. -___-
Let me clarify: Dad cooks wonderfully - he does all the cooking at home. I'm not saying he's some catastrophe in the kitchen but he certainly does have some odd preconceptions. He goes from amazing, mouth-watering dishes to peculiar renditions of something he's had in his mind for a while. Usually it's when he moves from Asian to Western cuisine. Those preconceptions? The weirdest, grossest things. I shan't elaborate but let's just say that he does "Western" dishes like a child who has seen something tasty in a foreign cookbook and is trying to duplicate it using ingredients of a similar colour, texture and his very vivid imagination.
The fallout. ;w;
After a dream in which I did the very same thing, I got up this morning and made myself an omelette with 2 eggs, salt and cheddar cheese. Ahaha, I even dream about food.
Sure, it's not the most whacked out, unhealthy thing I've ever eaten - not like fried Coke or anything that crazy - but for someone who had been restricting themself to 1 egg a day (...long story, I'll explain one day) 2 eggs is a big step. Actually, wait...not as big a step as the day we went to Mornington and I ate something like 5 of the little bastards.
I folded it into thirds and it ended up being this little thing. :3
Cheese: *oozes*
I added some water so that it would be tender. I don't like looking after things as they cook so sometimes me eggs can get a bit tough. Tough for eggs, that is, so something akin to tofu. Not, you know, rubber.
My father, on the other hand, produced the above monstrosity and kindly asked of me to eat it. What is it, you ask? Very good question. That is his interpretation of what Westerners eat. Diarrhoea, you say? No. 'Soup'/'gruel'/'torture.'
It's a heady mix of sweet potato, unprocessed oats, butter and cream (and maybe some salt - just because Dad seasons stuff like that: sporadically.) Yeah, because Westerners eat butter and cream with everything. Good gods.
I had a bowl. I was obliged to do so. -___-
Let me clarify: Dad cooks wonderfully - he does all the cooking at home. I'm not saying he's some catastrophe in the kitchen but he certainly does have some odd preconceptions. He goes from amazing, mouth-watering dishes to peculiar renditions of something he's had in his mind for a while. Usually it's when he moves from Asian to Western cuisine. Those preconceptions? The weirdest, grossest things. I shan't elaborate but let's just say that he does "Western" dishes like a child who has seen something tasty in a foreign cookbook and is trying to duplicate it using ingredients of a similar colour, texture and his very vivid imagination.
The fallout. ;w;
18 January, 2009
Pleasures other than eating
Now that the days are sunny and warm, I sun myself (cat-style) on the back verandah.
Spidey on a web after a little drizzle.
View looking upwards from my resting place. ;)
The sky was this amazing blue today. Too bright for me too look at for too long a time. Nice contrast with our dead tree, though. Poor dead tree. :( Still, it gives the cockatoos something to gnaw on.
A shrub grown massive. I would be nice under it if only our lawn were more lush. :(
The nice other tree. The water-sapper. :( The lawn's all dry under it.
-insert the sound of cicadas here- *naps*
Spidey on a web after a little drizzle.
View looking upwards from my resting place. ;)
The sky was this amazing blue today. Too bright for me too look at for too long a time. Nice contrast with our dead tree, though. Poor dead tree. :( Still, it gives the cockatoos something to gnaw on.
A shrub grown massive. I would be nice under it if only our lawn were more lush. :(
The nice other tree. The water-sapper. :( The lawn's all dry under it.
-insert the sound of cicadas here- *naps*
Mornington
This was the shortest stretch of prettiness I had ever seen. I thought beach suburbs were supposed to be picturesque?
The colour made me a little hungry...
Some massive boat (the big one, duh) that belonged to some accounting firm. Really forget the name now...
The one with the green flag took people out into the bay to fish. The one with the red stuff on the roof was selling fresh oysters for cheap.
Hey guy, I wasn't stalking you, honest!
It's a congregation of all things 'seasidey': boats, bay and a massive Fish and Chippery.
I just thought it was a creepy rock, but it turned out that there were birdies on it. ._. They were so far away that the first shot was just a blur (shake, hands, shake.)
Strawbellies
gawd it's been a while.
I don't even like strawberries to be honest. Too sour. Artificial strawberry flavouring is more my thing. ;D
I don't even like strawberries to be honest. Too sour. Artificial strawberry flavouring is more my thing. ;D
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