tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89826982883134021552024-03-13T03:18:49.040-07:00Rotten YellowDrawings, Photos, Writings, etc.MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-88469758700669771832012-02-22T17:52:00.004-08:002012-02-22T17:54:04.949-08:00MrgnsphereHey out there.<br /><br />Please check out my new blog and become a follower. It's much more focused on my artwork than this clustershit. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.mrgnsphere.blogspot.com">http://www.mrgnsphere.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />-mrgnMRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-92083736088498274182010-07-29T10:59:00.001-07:002010-08-28T22:23:21.031-07:00fuckin things with ink and a brush<img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs383.snc4/44668_427802938575_623413575_5168169_7712215_n.jpg">MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-81030973843136895442010-07-21T12:04:00.000-07:002010-07-21T12:05:33.497-07:00New video redub and animated gif.<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2wxX7cNaa0&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2wxX7cNaa0&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><img src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/5576/canadaface.gif">MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-8337767584814288542010-07-18T12:36:00.001-07:002010-07-18T12:44:37.171-07:00Monkey gif<img src="http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/6897/orangemonkey.gif"><br />Just learned you can make gifs within photoshop, can you believe it?MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-70289620333408392292010-07-12T16:59:00.000-07:002010-07-12T17:08:30.240-07:00Not FigurativelyI may or may not create more of these. However, this will likely be the only one I do using mspaint and a mouse. Click that shit to enlarge.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/TDuuMC-BPzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pNUKmm_RItc/s1600/literally.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/TDuuMC-BPzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pNUKmm_RItc/s320/literally.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493175692487114546" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-4184404079284588572010-05-02T01:34:00.000-07:002010-05-02T01:47:03.862-07:00omegle > chat rouletteYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!<br />Stranger: are you horny chick with cam ?<br />You: milk the nectar<br />You: yeah<br />You: milk your nectar on my chest<br />Stranger: ur msn?<br />You: my mission is to please<br />Stranger: what<br />You: you asked my mission<br />Stranger: gimme ur msn<br />Stranger: im wanking<br />You: to please<br />Stranger: i want to see u and cum<br />You: Send me some cum<br />You: I will use it<br />Stranger: sure<br />Stranger: first make me cum<br />You: okay nectar bringer<br />You: I thirst for the holy nectar<br />Stranger: yea<br />Stranger: give me ur msn<br />You: okay, where do we go from here<br />Stranger: i wanna watch u and cunt<br />You: my mission is to please you baby<br />You: mmmm i want you to watch me and cunt<br />Stranger: cum<br />Stranger: babe<br />Stranger: do it<br />Stranger: fast<br />You: okay i'll do it and cunt<br />You: i'll<br />You: do<br />You: it<br />You: and<br />You: cunt<br />Stranger: yea<br />Stranger: or yahoo<br />Stranger: give me<br />Stranger: msn<br />You: place your member on my flesh mounds<br />You: aka breastfeedes<br />You: *feeders<br />You: ever feed on tit nectar?<br />You: nourishing<br />You: to say the lease<br />You: *least<br />You: sorry can't type, i have a sculpture of your dick in my hand<br />You: i've been sculpting it since this conversation began<br />You: Certain personality traits reveal a lot about your boner shape<br />You: i'm thinkin' big and thick<br />You: and full of nectar<br />Stranger: i wanked]<br />Stranger: and all necter came out<br />You: oh good<br />Stranger: woo<br />You: okay, could you send me some of the nectar<br />You: that's very essential to my mission<br />Stranger: ok<br />Stranger: lick it all<br />Stranger: bahha<br />You: well, that's not on the addendum<br />You: but if we end up with some extra time i'll consider<br />Stranger: i wacthed<br />Stranger: cam in<br />Stranger: adultfriendfinder site<br />You: did you find an adult friend?<br />You: other than myself<br />You: jesus, how many adult friends have you found<br />You: i feel dirty<br />Stranger: what<br />Stranger: i dont give fuck abt request<br />Stranger: i just use that site to see cam<br />You: do you see cum?<br />You: so you watch the cam and pretend I am the person on the cam?<br />Stranger: i like<br />Stranger: to wank seing cam<br />Stranger: rather than watchinfg porn<br />You: i don't understand<br />Stranger: hmm<br />Stranger: nvm<br />Stranger: where are u from? and are u old?<br />You: I come from within the earth and I am older than you could ever imagine<br />You: I predate man<br />You: and I am cumming<br />You: and it feels so good<br />Stranger: i know right<br />Stranger: nth feels good than that<br />Stranger: hahaha<br />Stranger: age><br />You: nth feels good than that is right<br />Stranger: ??<br />You: twenty somethin' if you catch my drift<br />You: I'm in my young teens<br />Stranger: i see<br />Stranger: whats ur age<br />Stranger: dont be too confusing<br />You: 15 and a half<br />Stranger: i rarelly understand what u say...my english is not good<br />You: 17 in 6 months<br />Stranger: 15 and half? wtf<br />Stranger: really?<br />You: mostly<br />You: well, mainly<br />Stranger: u sound like old woman of abt<br />Stranger: 34<br />Stranger: who likes man slaves<br />Stranger: hahahahaa<br />You: I have older woman sensibilities<br />You: my love for slave men is part of my love for dystopian sci-fi<br />Stranger: haha<br />Stranger: cant understand<br />Stranger: but i cant<br />Stranger: believe u r 16 yrs old<br />You: well how old are you?<br />You: I'm probably about the same age<br />Stranger: same age??<br />Stranger: with ehom?<br />Stranger: whom<br />You: same age as you<br />You: probably<br />You: what kind of age do you look for in a potential lover<br />Stranger: u think i am 16 yrs old kidd?<br />Stranger: lol<br />Stranger: i am 18<br />You: i'm trying to figure out how old I am<br />Stranger: little girl<br />Stranger: 19<br />Stranger: sorry<br />You: I am ancient, earthling<br />You: I predate your species<br />Stranger: i bet you are typing this advance sentence in order to confuse me<br />Stranger: u are not like this normally<br />Stranger: jajajaja<br />You: pfft, mortals<br />Stranger: do play computer games like call of duty??<br />You: i don't play your reindeer games, pal<br />Stranger: i see<br />Stranger: i need key code for it<br />You: I have one<br />Stranger: i dont have credit card<br />Stranger: jajaja<br />You: It's written on the inside of my bottom rib<br />You: cut my chest open and get it outt<br />You: that would get me goin'<br />You: the juices flowin'<br />Stranger: hahaha<br />Stranger: u know what<br />Stranger: i just can understand 20% of things u type<br />Stranger: lol<br />You: I'm no statician<br />You: but I'm going to provide some statistics anyway<br />You: 100% of you is the worst<br />You: 0% of you is best<br />Stranger: hmm<br />Stranger: ok<br />You: stats make me cum<br />Stranger: wtf<br />Stranger: haha i cant understand a bir<br />Stranger: bit<br />Stranger: yet ok<br />Stranger: i am going to play game now<br />Stranger: bored now<br />You: have fun with your reindeer games my child<br />Stranger: yea ppl of 50 yrs age also play those reindeer games<br />Stranger: its so cool indeed<br />You: okay lets end this<br />Stranger: and i joked little old lady...i am not horny guy bahahaha<br />Stranger: k it was nice..=) see u next time here if chance<br />You: fuck you<br />You: i thought you were horny<br />You: that's fucked up<br />Stranger: u r not that lucky to fuck me<br />Stranger: =)<br />Stranger: my friend<br />You: I am fuming<br />Stranger: hahaha<br />You: you said you were fucking horny<br />You: this is bullshit<br />Stranger: u were cumming and now u wre fuming:P<br />Stranger: yea i lied..<br />Stranger: sorry<br />Stranger: i did big mistake?<br />Stranger: :S<br />You: you did big mistake buddy<br />You: BIG mistake<br />Stranger: hahaha<br />Stranger: probably<br />Stranger: but what mistake<br />Stranger: u dint showed anything<br />You: disconnect<br />Stranger: or else<br />Stranger: :D<br />Stranger: ok see u nxt time<br />Stranger: old lady<br />You: disconnect from my life<br />Stranger: lets kill some nazis<br />You: disconnect from this life<br />Stranger: haha<br />Stranger: nope<br />You: world at war is horrible<br />Stranger: i love my life<br />Stranger: thanks for ur support<br />Stranger: i like ur kindness for horny guys<br />Stranger: hahaha<br />You: fuckin' worst<br />Stranger: lol<br />Stranger: sorry<br />Stranger: my teenager friend<br />Stranger: haha<br />Stranger: are u really 15??<br />You: I was born July 13th of the year 15<br />Stranger: yesterday was my birthday<br />You: i hope you wept all day<br />Stranger: wept? means?<br />You: and wrestled with the blues<br />You: cried<br />You: like a coward<br />Stranger: no i just wasted my money<br />Stranger: and got a new car<br />Stranger: wanna see in cam><br />Stranger: ?<br />Stranger: im right inside it now<br />Stranger: jajaja<br />Stranger: i got very less ppl do celebreate birthday coz i have no free time mostly<br />You: You have no friends because you are the worst? okay, that's cool<br />Stranger: no not worst<br />Stranger: i have friend<br />Stranger: but they dont meet my class<br />Stranger: i dont like hanging around with ordinary ppl<br />Stranger: jajajajaa<br />Stranger: i dont mean in that way<br />Stranger: but hmm<br />Stranger: yea<br />You: what kind of people do you like hanging around with<br />Stranger: hmmm<br />Stranger: mostly with girls<br />Stranger: rich chicks<br />Stranger: and my dad's friends<br />Stranger: like VIP's<br />You: rich chicks and your dad's VIP friends<br />You: sounds like a crowd of garbage people<br />Stranger: haha for u may be<br />You: I hope they stab you to death at a party<br />Stranger: but they are awesome<br />You: in front of a bunch of partiers<br />You: and the partiers come up<br />Stranger: my dad's fren's gifted me ferrarri<br />Stranger: u can see if u want in cam<br />Stranger: they are cool<br />Stranger: dont say them garbage<br />Stranger: loll<br />You: and pour beer on your corpse and reminisced on how shitty of a person you were<br />You: and they'll all quickly come to agreement that you were the worst person on the planet<br />Stranger: hahaha<br />You: and that your loss was a great help to mankind<br />Stranger: why are u mad wth me?<br />You: and this would cause them to party twice as hard<br />You: They party till the sun comes up<br />Stranger: thanks<br />Stranger: same to u my friend<br />You: and when it rises into the sky, they fall asleep on each other<br />Stranger: =))<br />You: and wake up hours later<br />Stranger: i hope that will happen with ppl in yr circle<br />You: and somebody remembers that you died the night before<br />Stranger: =)<br />You: and word gets around<br />You: and everybody remembers you are dead<br />Stranger: hahaha<br />Stranger: wtf<br />You: and, though they had planned to go home<br />You: they start partying again<br />You: and they laugh at a slideshow of your life<br />Stranger: u know whats the history of ur evolution?<br />Stranger: lmfao<br />Stranger: i got story<br />Stranger: :P<br />You: U GOT STORY!?<br />Stranger: yea<br />Stranger: god was making you<br />Stranger: and he got emerngency call<br />Stranger: and now what to do?? work was incomplete<br />Stranger: he just throwed u in this earth in half completed work with no brains and shit life<br />Stranger: thinking u can be a joke to ppl<br />Stranger: and make them laugh<br />Stranger: ***the end***<br />Stranger: :P:PP<br />Stranger: hjahahahha<br />You: God was making you and half way through he dropped you and jerked off on you<br />You: he picked you up and poot you on the cookie sheet<br />You: and as he slid you into the oven, he laughed to himself<br />You: and his wife came in and said "honey, what's so funny?"<br />You: and he opened the oven and showed her you on the baking sheet<br />You: and she burst into laughter<br />You: and exlaimed "Dear, I think that's the worst one you've ever made"MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-86871576135811679342010-02-12T23:58:00.001-08:002010-02-12T23:58:27.141-08:00Omegle tymeYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!<br />You: Heh, what's up<br />Stranger: not much. the sky, ect.<br />You: Yo, you wanna get out of here?<br />Stranger: yeah.<br />You: Hop in<br />You: *pulls up in cock shaped car*<br />You: hop in my fuckin cock shaped car puta<br />Stranger: oh im in it babe<br />You: Alright lets get the fuck outta here<br />You: *does a brody*<br />Stranger: sick wheels babe<br />You: Thanks faggot<br />Stranger: where we heading?<br />You: lets kiss<br />Stranger: lets fuck<br />You: We're going by my mom's place<br />You: I have to pick up some diapers<br />Stranger: can she come with us?<br />You: There's a baby coming out of my cunt<br />Stranger: fair enough<br />You: and i need to put it in a diaper so I can get rid of it<br />You: Look<br />You: I'll finish giving birth and we can get rid of the baby<br />You: toss it off the bridge on our way to mom's<br />Stranger: can we kill it then rape its dead body?<br />You: then you can get up in my guts with your peenstick<br />You: we can kill it, but don't get your dick near my son<br />You: I'll still care for him like a normal mother<br />Stranger: i dont have a dick you bitch<br />You: Well put your private skin into me<br />Stranger: nah thanks imma gonna get my taxi and leave<br />You: No taxi is going to come near your sorry ass<br />You: covered in baby guts and my cunt gore<br />Stranger: shit, *pulls out rape whistle*<br />You: get real<br />Stranger: oh baby i am<br />You: so where to shitter<br />Stranger: yes yes indeed<br />You: where are we going<br />You: we've been sitting in my car forever<br />Stranger: your place my place<br />You: alright *brodies*<br />Stranger: i dont care i want you BAD<br />You: oh shit, I forgot I gotta stop by my mom's<br />Stranger: hurry up!!<br />You: -= TEN MINUTES LATER =-<br />You: Hey mom!<br />You: Here for the diapers<br />You: this is my faggot friend from the internet<br />You: Ignore him/her<br />Stranger: hey<br />You: *grabs diapers*<br />You: *fills pockets with diapers*<br />You: *opens frige and grabs a slice of leftover pizza<br />You: *walks back into the car*<br />Stranger: hey can u hurry up...<br />You: "PEACE MOM!"<br />You: I got these diapers so we could cum in them<br />Stranger: excellent ;)<br />You: Alright *hands you a diaper*<br />You: cum in that for me, I'm hungry<br />Stranger: sure here you go<br />You: put your snack in the fuckin' diaper<br />You: i'm jonesin' for sum'n to munch on<br />Stranger: it is you dumb shit<br />You: Oh alright, hold the wheel<br />You: *presses diaper against face*<br />You: *slurping sounds*<br />Stranger: *throws up in corner*<br />You: This is the worst cum I've ever tasted<br />You: I've never had bad cum<br />You: didn't know it existed<br />Stranger: *car swerves *<br />Stranger: *you die*<br />You: Your dick makes the worst cum<br />Stranger: thats cos i dont have oe babe<br />Stranger: *one<br />You: Well whatever that is<br />You: it makes horrible cum<br />You: you should change your diet<br />You: *pulls over*<br />You: get the fuck out of my car, go on<br />You: come on, get outta my car<br />You: take your terrible cum with youy<br />Stranger: im already gone<br />You: *spits cum into kleenex*<br />You: *throws it out the window towards you*<br />You: *brodies off*<br />Stranger: lol good times<br />You: *flips the bird*<br />Stranger: yeh you bore me<br />Stranger: you american mommy's boy or girl<br />You: I'm african<br />Stranger: i mean diapers dont even exist in my country<br />You: sounds like a shithole<br />Stranger: hahahh see what yu did there<br />Stranger: its not btw<br />Stranger: its AMAZING<br />Stranger: ur jealous<br />Your conversational partner has disconnected.MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-24111434133329792772009-11-15T00:25:00.000-08:002009-11-15T12:26:37.410-08:00omegle conversationsConnecting to server...<br />You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!<br />Stranger: @lewisusher/jellybean?<br />You: yes<br />Stranger: yes what?<br />You: yes, jellybean please Signed, Lewis Usher<br />Stranger: here you go<br />You: oh thanks idiot<br />Stranger: what?<br />You: I was thanking you, idiot<br />Stranger: why am i idiot<br />Stranger: ?<br />You: you tell me stupid<br />Stranger: gaar meanie<br />Stranger: your not really lewis are you?<br />You: don't tell me who i am and who i amn't<br />Stranger: are you lewis though?<br />Stranger: ?<br />You: I am<br />You: and I amn't<br />Stranger: ok well if you are then you need to know that im @Bondie09<br />You: roger<br />Stranger: roger?<br />You: I can't believe you wanted to talk to a stranger<br />Stranger: i didnt i wanted to talk to lewis<br />You: lewis is strange<br />Stranger: who r u? are you roger?<br />You: I'm the nectar from your boner<br />You: the wind for your peen<br />Stranger: but im not a guy<br />You: you can have boner nectar and not be a guy<br />You: women are comprised of 28 percent boner nectar<br />You: that's actually more than guys<br />Stranger: umm what?!<br />Stranger: if you arent lewis then im gone<br />You: honey, have a seat<br />Stranger: im sitting<br />You: I'm going to tell you something<br />You: and it's not going to be easy<br />You: but keep in mind that it's the truth<br />Stranger: ok<br />Stranger: shhot<br />You: I'm not<br />Stranger: shoot*<br />You: ....<br />You: I.... I'm not Lewis<br />Stranger: nooooooo!<br />Stranger: thats sad sad new<br />Stranger: s<br />Stranger: but you have been fun<br />Stranger: twitter?<br />You: are you asking me if I twitter?<br />You: like twitter my vagina?<br />Stranger: tyes<br />You: yes, at night<br />Stranger: lol<br />Stranger: whats your twitter<br />You: it's a horizontal twitter of sorts, strong focus on clitoral stimulation]<br />Stranger: umm ok<br />Stranger: whats your @<br />You: cameroncairney@gmail.com<br />Stranger: your twitter @<br />You: I my twitter is usually at home<br />You: in bed or otherwise<br />You: usually in bed<br />Stranger: no whats your name on twitter<br />You: my name is the same as it is when I'm not twittering<br />You: it's not changed at all<br />Stranger: lol ur funny<br />You: I don't understand<br />Stranger: why?<br />You: explain everything you know<br />You: i'm confused<br />Stranger: ok one sec<br />Stranger: i know that im pretty cool and your funny and my tongue feels salty and i had subway for lunch, lizards can grow their tails back and umm jelly beans rock<br />You: you were the girl in juno, no?<br />You: loves it<br />Stranger: i unfortunately was not<br />You: you lie hahaha *flirts*<br />Stranger: haha oh you<br />You: we're great friends now, i like it<br />You: hey so what's your mom been up to?<br />You: yeah just goin to school<br />You: .... workin'<br />Stranger: yes we are like bffls<br />Stranger: yeah my mums being doin stuff<br />You: right on, that's good to hear<br />You: you guys still livin' in the same place?<br />You: yeah, yeah, no I totally feel ya<br />Stranger: yeah saame place same time u?<br />You: yeah<br />Stranger: good good<br />Stranger: hows your brother? (do you have a brother?)<br />You: no i lost my family in the tsunami, you know that<br />You: how rude<br />Stranger: omg im so sorry i just forgot coz your taking it so well<br />Stranger: oh crap imma have to go do you have twitter coz if you do follow me @Bondie09 and ill follow you then we'll talk<br />You: follow me home<br />You: so i can rape you<br />Stranger: no lol<br />You: trying to get me to follow YOUR twitter?<br />Stranger: yes<br />You: no, right on that's cool<br />You: no, i totally feel you<br />Stranger: kk well follow be and yeah<br />Stranger: me*<br />You: yeah I'll hang out on your page<br />You: probably most of the day tomorrow<br />Stranger: yeah you do that matey<br />You: kay<br />Stranger: bye bye now<br />You: well okay<br />You: goodbye then<br />Your conversational partner has disconnected.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Connecting to server...<br />You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!<br />Stranger: female with msn and webcam?<br />You: yes that describes me well<br />Stranger: whats ur msn?<br />You: who wants to know?<br />Stranger: me<br />You: state your name potential cyber-sex candidate<br />Stranger: phil<br />You: I need something to work with here if we're gonna do this<br />You: phil, that's a miserable faggot's name<br />You: give me a fake one, that'll have to do<br />You: We'll call you cumstain gaypoops<br />You: it's less gay than Phil<br />Stranger: ok :L<br />You: so I'll start<br />You: i'm all out of faith<br />You: this is how i feel<br />You: i'm laying naked on your floor spreading my vag<br />You: make your move<br />Stranger: do this on msn?<br />You: I dont' have that in my country<br />Stranger: webcam?<br />You: i might be able to dig one up<br />You: i'm surrounded by junk<br />Stranger: lol<br />You: it's hard to even hear you through all this junk<br />Stranger: do u have any pics?<br />You: yes i have pictures, yes<br />You: pictures of me i presume?<br />You: yes i have those<br />Stranger: can i see some :)<br />You: I can send you some of my favorite pictures<br />Stranger: ok :D<br />You: http://www.thegreatillusion.com/daydreams.jpg<br />You: it's all part of thegreatillusion.com<br />Stranger: hmmm<br />You: I'll build up to the pictures of me<br />You: and start off with my favorites<br />Stranger: cool<br />You: okay this next one is my fave band http://media.photobucket.com/image/stellar%20pic/emeek/Incubus%20Album%20Covers/Stellar.jpg<br />You: try it on for size<br />You: in your browser<br />Stranger: can i have a pic of u?<br />You: i get to show you 20 more of my favorite pics<br />You: then you unlock mepics<br />Stranger: ok<br />You: okay, but I need to ask you questions about each one so I know you looked at it<br />Your conversational partner has disconnected.<br />or save this log or send us feedback.MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-87079412770902246392009-10-09T13:57:00.001-07:002009-10-09T13:57:42.224-07:00Exerpt from the short story Blagdaross by Lord DunsanyAnd then there spoke the piece of an old cord. "I was made in a place of doom, and doomed men made my fibres, working without hope. Therefore there came a grimness into my heart, so that I never let anything go free when once I was set to bind it. Many a thing have I bound relentlessly for months and years; for I used to come coiling into warehouses where the great boxes lay all open to the air, and one of them would be suddenly closed up, and my fearful strength would be set on him like accurse, and if his timbers groaned when first I seized them, or if they creaked aloud in the lonely night, thinking of woodlands out of which they came, then I only gripped them tighter still, for the poor useless hate is in my soul of those that made me in the place of doom. Yet, for all the things that my prison-clutch has held, the last work that I did was to set something free. I lay idle one night in the gloom on the warehouse floor. Nothing stirred there, and even the spider slept. Towards midnight a great flock of echoes suddenly leapt up from the wooden planks and circled round the roof. A man was coming towards me all alone. And as he came his soul was reproaching him, and I saw that there was a great trouble between the man and his soul, for his soul would not let him be, but went on reproaching him.<br /><br />"Then the man saw me and said, 'This at least will not fail me.' When I heard him say this about me, I determined that whatever he might require of me it should be done to the uttermost. And as I made this determination in my unfaltering heart, he picked me up and stood on an empty box that I should have bound on the morrow, and tied one end of me to a dark rafter; and the knot was carelessly tied, because his soul was reproaching him all the while continually and giving him no ease. Then he made the other end of me into a noose, but when the man's soul saw this it stopped reproaching the man, and cried out to him hurriedly, and besought him to be at peace with it and to do nothing sudden; but the man went on with his work, and put the noose down over his face and underneath his chin, and the soul screamed horribly.<br /><br />"Then the man kicked the box away with his foot, and the moment he did this I knew that my strength was not great enough to hold him; but I remembered that he had said I would not fail him, and I put all my grim vigour into my fibres and held by sheer will. Then the soul shouted to me to give way, but I said:<br /><br />"'No; you vexed the man.'<br /><br />"Then it screamed for me to leave go of the rafter, and already I was slipping, for I only held on to it by a careless knot, but I gripped with my prison grip and said:<br /><br />"'You vexed the man.'<br /><br />"And very swiftly it said other things to me, but I answered not; and at last the soul that vexed the man that had trusted me flew away and left him at peace. I was never able to bind things any more, for every one of my fibres was worn and wrenched, and even my relentless heart was weakened by the struggle. Very soon afterwards I was thrown out here. I have done my work."MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-73139903825918892952009-10-03T13:12:00.000-07:002009-10-03T13:21:39.588-07:00New drawlinsThis one is a work in progress:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SsexGv6hyvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LjhIQi6rr7I/s1600-h/inprogress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SsexGv6hyvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LjhIQi6rr7I/s320/inprogress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388470208671369970" /></a><br />This started off as a contour drawing and I liked the finished product so I decided to add versions of the character to the above drawing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SsexCPuI9mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KC-wgMdxnf0/s1600-h/monksize.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SsexCPuI9mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KC-wgMdxnf0/s320/monksize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388470131309999714" /></a><br /><br />Oh, and a very brief attempt to add shadow in photoshop:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SseyN247XwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/08jBg4_4nb8/s1600-h/monkshadow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SseyN247XwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/08jBg4_4nb8/s320/monkshadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388471430314417922" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-36721489713544935412009-09-18T18:30:00.000-07:002009-09-18T18:39:31.011-07:00Marriage and a new drawing.Hello all you all. Got married the other day, it was excellent. Went on a great old honeymoon in Big Sur. Stayed in a quaint little cabin and explored the forests and beaches of the area (pictures soon?). I made the mistake of watching the movie Antichrist a day before our wedding. Spectacular film, but quite unsettling. Anywho, here's a drawing I did while at the cabin (color/lighting effects courtesy of photoshop).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10229_135744628575_623413575_2674710_2485447_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SrQ2I-eyaMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2gH-U9e2nqU/s400/plantman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382986982453569730" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-10240294608364654082009-09-07T23:19:00.001-07:002009-09-07T23:20:05.441-07:00Little canvas.Something I drew on a tiny canvas for Megan a few weeks ago.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SqX3gnrRDMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AjM_Uqvs4r4/s1600-h/littlecanvas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SqX3gnrRDMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AjM_Uqvs4r4/s400/littlecanvas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378977469742255298" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-73514507395848874402009-09-07T12:26:00.001-07:002009-09-07T12:27:21.625-07:00Quick little mock-up eh?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SqVehx6YMbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_GDg6ALInqU/s1600-h/badboychrist.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SqVehx6YMbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_GDg6ALInqU/s400/badboychrist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378809264390812082" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-24074866681545124582009-08-31T23:45:00.001-07:002009-08-31T23:47:04.791-07:00Drawing.Little somethin I drew up at 4 in the morning after a wyld nyte.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpzDVcPJNuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ceadsS8S0DE/s1600-h/horrible2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpzDVcPJNuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ceadsS8S0DE/s400/horrible2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376386828297909986" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-86079862190088829842009-08-24T10:35:00.001-07:002009-08-24T10:46:59.011-07:00Quck lil' update.Hello peenfolk. I bring to you two more recent drawings - neither of which are stellar - and an updated/modified drawing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpLRmSmOU2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ElMHDOx8Epk/s1600-h/pentaguy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpLRmSmOU2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ElMHDOx8Epk/s400/pentaguy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373587761163817826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpLPykoI3RI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M-51hFh7KQ8/s1600-h/punchtown.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpLPykoI3RI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M-51hFh7KQ8/s400/punchtown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373585773138861330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpLRsUZftbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f4x8wzsF9rQ/s1600-h/spacemanedit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SpLRsUZftbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/f4x8wzsF9rQ/s400/spacemanedit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373587864726517170" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-74019220928175944472009-08-16T02:44:00.001-07:002009-08-16T02:44:49.575-07:00Omegle.com anticsConnecting to server...<br />Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.<br />You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!<br />A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!<br />Stranger: HI~<br />You: HEY YOU STRANGER FUCKIN PEENWEEN<br />Stranger: = ='''<br />You: looking for christian singles?<br />Stranger: r u crazy?<br />You: suck em out of my raunchy peenweenis<br />You: my peen breeds christian single babies<br />Stranger: i can't understand u<br />You: Well you see<br />You: sorry I started off crazy<br />You: what's your name?<br />You: My BF went raw on me a few months ago<br />You: and I am about to give birth to a christian single<br />Stranger: April<br />Stranger: and u?<br />You: from my peenween<br />You: My name is also April<br />You: do you ever get that feeling?<br />Stranger: oh really?<br />You: What month were you born?<br />You: answer the fuckin question april<br />Stranger: JULY<br />You: 3 months after...<br />You: april<br />Stranger: ok<br />You: I was also born in the month of July<br />Stranger: i never feel it<br />You: on the 4th?<br />You: were you born on the 4th?<br />Stranger: yes....<br />You: as was I<br />Stranger: ridiculous@@<br />Stranger: haha<br />You: it's crazy<br />Stranger: wow<br />You: just signing onto this website<br />You: running into your identical twin<br />You: so we should meet up<br />Stranger: how old are you<br />You: you first<br />Stranger: you can leave your msn?<br />You: what's msn?<br />You: MICROSOFT NETWORK<br />Stranger: msn messenger....<br />You: but what does msn stand for?<br />Stranger: yes<br />You: how old are you?<br />You: me too<br />Stranger: or you have any chat tool?<br />Stranger: 17<br />You: oh, yeah, me too<br />You: yeah I have this website called omegle that i use<br />Stranger: only this?<br />You: Yeah, what more do you need?<br />You: I leave the window open if I find a friend<br />Stranger: how do u chat with your family,friends?<br />You: I use my telephone<br />You: lol such a relic<br />Stranger: oh~~<br />Stranger: haha<br />You: remember the movie "THE RELIC"<br />Stranger: where r u come from?<br />You: Yeranus<br />Stranger: what's that movie taking about?<br />Stranger: talking<br />You: It's talking about like the sins of man and how they catch up with us through our history<br />You: "THE RELIC"<br />You: that's what ends up haunting us<br />Stranger: OKAY!!!i'll write down<br />You: yeah u gotta see it<br />You: we should go see it sometimes<br />You: you and I could become really close and great<br />Stranger: yes i thnk too<br />You: I'm glad I've found you<br />Stranger: think<br />You: so what do you want to do now that we are besties<br />Stranger: i want to practice my english<br />Stranger: me too<br />You: you should come sit in my beanbag chairs and play old games<br />You: relic games<br />You: like the NINTENDO ENTERTAINMENT RELIC<br />You: we can play some relic-style shit<br />Stranger: what old games?<br />You: THE RELIC the movie the game<br />You: THERELIC-themovie.com<br />You: do your research<br />Stranger: oh. u r addicted to this movie<br />You: yeah I am campaigning for it<br />Stranger: haha<br />You: my boss said to become best friends with as many people as I could and get them into this dope flick<br />You: You dig?<br />You: Hey when are we gonna go picnicing in the countryside<br />Stranger: dig?<br />Stranger: haha<br />You: We can frolick around in the grass and rent the relic<br />You: "YOU DIG" is a slang for like "are you into that notion?"<br />You: rather "Do you agree or support that notion?"<br />Stranger: sorry<br />Stranger: my english is not well<br />You: The notion of frolicking in the grass and renting the relic<br />You: your english is wyld<br />You: I can get behind your style of wyld english<br />You: you should bring it to the states<br />You: we'd all get behind that<br />You: and while we were back there behind it<br />You: we'd talk shit about it<br />You: you should stop by friday we can frolick to the theater and catch a movie<br />Stranger: wyld english what that?<br />You: the relic is playing 7:45 on thursday<br />Stranger: oh<br />You: YOU'VE BEEN SHOOTIN' THE SHIT WITH RELIC_BOT - CATCH THE RELIC THURSDAY NIGHT AT 7:45 ONLY ON TBS<br />Stranger: it's a old movie<br /><br /><img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs141.snc1/5215_117129163575_623413575_2449789_1070153_n.jpg">MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-81594945795935061612009-07-12T22:55:00.000-07:002009-07-12T23:50:30.471-07:00Peeing outside at night.Let's talk weein' outside for a moment. Just about any fella who grew up in a fairly isolated area has likely developed a profound appreciation for peeing outside at night. Having lived in San Francisco for the past few years, this is a pleasure I seldom get to enjoy. <br /><br />The other night, while under the spell of some loco herbweed and overwhelmed with the need-2-pee I decided I'd just go out on my fire escape and go weewee into the parking lot below. I will have it known that it was about 2 or 3 in the morning and my fire escape is in a pretty dark and isolated area. And so I climbed out my window and withdrew my Weenis Peebringer. I looked up at the stars and began the ceremony. As soon as the tinkle began I became aware of the massive buildings in the distance. I quickly got nervous and the wee ceased to flow. I stood there scared for a moment and tried to zone out and look at the stars in attempt to continue what I had started. I looked down and saw the city lights reflected in my awkwardly distributed puddles of peeeepeeee. The pattern really spoke volumes about my feelings at the time. I flexed my mind for a moment before realizing the futility of my actions. I sheathed my weemaker and climbed back into my apartment. I took a seat on my couch and stared at the floor, I was both sad and scared. What am I doing here in a city surrounded by towers of people. People who would gladly put a quarter into one of those tourist telescopes so they could watch me pee. I have yet to think of a good answer to that question, and that is why we will likely be moving back to SLO sometime within the next couple of years.<br /><br />(Alternate Ending: I grabbed my sprayfinger and screamed at it as though it were a microphone. It responded by covering me in its weeblo.)MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-14054291518892327582009-07-12T12:23:00.000-07:002009-07-12T12:25:15.694-07:00New drawlin'70's space alien feller... pen, marker & watercolor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/Slo4hrwBhEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ckuFRL4irA/s1600-h/spaceman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/Slo4hrwBhEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ckuFRL4irA/s400/spaceman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357656858041615426" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-19252907765672845722009-07-05T15:43:00.000-07:002009-07-05T16:07:48.880-07:00Some things I gots.Hey wonderpeople. Went to the Alameda antique fair dealie today... Found a few excellent items that I am pretty pumped on:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEulX31zlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5yBofs0qVEQ/s1600-h/IMG_8486.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEulX31zlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5yBofs0qVEQ/s320/IMG_8486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355112651518496338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEyLiXtBbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FT0WvfX6wag/s1600-h/IMG_8488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEyLiXtBbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FT0WvfX6wag/s320/IMG_8488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355116605706405298" /></a><br /><center>Anatomical illustrations of diseased peens. (Over 150 years old and colored by hand.)</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEu_q-odMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G4X2Geyfmpw/s1600-h/IMG_8484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEu_q-odMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G4X2Geyfmpw/s320/IMG_8484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355113103323854018" /></a><br /><center>Baby being stolen out of a woman's vagina with forceps. (Around 100 yrs old.)</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEvaceDUDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/leqFQXN-MA0/s1600-h/IMG_8490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEvaceDUDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/leqFQXN-MA0/s320/IMG_8490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355113563285573682" /></a><br /><center>Illustration of various eye infections and irregularities. (Around 100 yrs old.)</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEtEHlFmLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zWw1jYoudn0/s1600-h/IMG_8489.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEtEHlFmLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zWw1jYoudn0/s320/IMG_8489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355110980697561266" /></a><br /><center>Skull of a Roe Buck from Switzerland.</center><br /><br /><br />We hung it all up with some previously collected relics in our hallway:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEwBqzSp3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/vTitZw4_-L8/s1600-h/IMG_8481.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlEwBqzSp3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/vTitZw4_-L8/s320/IMG_8481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355114237147654002" /></a><br /><br />Here's a close-up of the Stephen Kasner print that Megan got me for my birthday last year:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlExATo1b8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/q4NJuT2mRC0/s1600-h/IMG_8496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SlExATo1b8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/q4NJuT2mRC0/s320/IMG_8496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355115313261539266" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-26122722316102147062009-06-30T21:20:00.000-07:002009-06-30T21:28:21.230-07:00Introduction to my USB microscope: Cockroach and BloodlettingHere are a couple videos I made with my USB microscope followed by some still photos.<br /><br />A dying cockroach:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGTO2EJf8X4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGTO2EJf8X4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This is me poking my hand with a wood carving tool. It looks pretty brutal up close, but the resulting wound was literally a tiny speck on my hand.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zG7Br3FzbE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zG7Br3FzbE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Close up of my t-shirt:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5018_93278118575_623413575_2076316_8061787_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 483px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5018_93278118575_623413575_2076316_8061787_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Hanna's finger up close:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5018_93278123575_623413575_2076317_3694134_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 483px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5018_93278123575_623413575_2076317_3694134_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Eisenhower's profile on a dollar coin:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5018_93278133575_623413575_2076318_6031023_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 483px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5018_93278133575_623413575_2076318_6031023_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Muh woman's ring-bling:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5018_93278138575_623413575_2076319_6198165_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 483px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5018_93278138575_623413575_2076319_6198165_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-48597418575918167732009-06-29T18:59:00.000-07:002009-06-29T19:50:13.017-07:00The post Michael Jackson era of Rotten Yella.Hello there everyone. If you are reading this, Michael Jackson is no longer with us. Many other unfortunate souls have also passed on since we last spoke. People from regions where talent is given no chance to thrive and develop. Perhaps among these corpses there is a body that may have been a more prominent and admirable "King of pop" if given the materials and life span. I think what I'm doing here is trying to express how annoyed I am with the media's response to his passing. Several days later there are still multiple MJ related headlines on Yahoo's front page. Some of these headlines have even stated that he died "before his time"... this strikes me as being blatantly untrue, and I think that even MJ himself may agree with me here. His "time" ended quite a few years ago, when he stopped releasing decent music and named his kid Blanket. His body even began decomposing at an alarming rate. The last time I recall seeing him in the news was when he was photographed hanging his son off of a balcony. A terrifying image it was; a ghastly husk of a man smirking as he dangled a frightened child off of a ledge... Acknowledge his passing by revisiting his music and dancing around with your wiener out, but do not weep for him my children, for even as a godless heathen I can say with some confidence that he is in a better place.<br /><br />Anyway, here's the Rotten Yellow logo as it appeared on page with a little color modification. In addition you will see that I started to draw an Indian chief on the same page and lost interest.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SklxlTj8lTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ewGuixuOj6o/s1600-h/rottenindian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34riOA-AGXE/SklxlTj8lTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ewGuixuOj6o/s320/rottenindian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352934517826688306" /></a>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-32619622456372851392009-06-28T15:48:00.000-07:002009-06-28T15:49:21.485-07:00New look.Hey peenworshippers. Got a new logo up and I plan on posting regularly again. I have a USB microscope that has been a great deal of fun. I'll post some stuff from that, and some new drawings and stuff. So keep your vaginas peeled.MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-63516904248731366862009-04-02T02:46:00.000-07:002009-04-02T03:23:02.516-07:00A small rant... a rantlette if you will.Lemme just get this off my chest cause grinding my teeth brings no relief. There is a horrendous vocab trend afoot. I speak of the saying "I know right?" and it's little brother "right?". (Of course there was nothing wrong with "right?" until it was turned into a shortened version of "you know right?" and given the drastic change in pitch.) I can't take it anymore. It started off slowly and was easy to ignore; being used by horrendous television personalities and the occasional co-worker. But now it is a swollen beast gnashing its teeth at my door and being nourished and egged on by the lowest ends of the pop culture spectrum. It has come to people on the internet abbreviating it to "IKR" and print outs in the work place presenting "I know right?" as a vocabulary word in a dictionary. These people can save their syllables and sound infinitely less moronic by simply saying "I know." or "yes." Oh, and while I'm at it, I hate when people say "really?" as a substitute for "Are you kidding me?". I have no substantial reason to hate that one other than the fact that it just sounds idiotic and condescending. <br /><br /><br />There is also a lot to be said about "FAIL", "EPIC FAIL" and any form of "____ FAIL", recently made popular by the increasingly horrendous failblog. That shit is horrible. If you are unfamiliar, the blog consists of photos of various mistakes and mishaps that on their own contain a punchline and could maybe get a laugh out of somebody. However, to some garbage people they are not sufficient and require the word "FAIL" or "EPIC FAIL" in order to be escalated into the realm of comedic genius. Here's an example that makes me want to kick something with my bare foot just so I can have a tangible reason to be angry. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/fail-owned-drunk-drown-fail.jpg?w=500&h=374"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/fail-owned-drunk-drown-fail.jpg?w=500&h=374" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Aaaanyway, I know these are petty annoyances and that I am probably guilty of some pretty obnoxious shit, but I am entitled to hate whatever I please. And to be fair, I know some cool people who have adopted these sayings and am coming to terms with their new flaws.MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-75861881224186790792009-04-01T12:54:00.000-07:002009-04-01T12:56:06.399-07:00Unbelievable video.Bizarre and incredible. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH7ILBtkx1Q&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH7ILBtkx1Q&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>MRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982698288313402155.post-35226565267293633472009-03-29T14:39:00.000-07:002009-03-29T14:52:00.488-07:00DVD blowout!Hey peenpeople. Getting rid of some DVDs. I have too many (something like 340) and need to free up enough space to get rid of this giant shelf. Many of these DVDs I'm getting rid of are movies that I enjoy very much, but will probably never watch again. Anywho, I'm asking like 5 bucks a piece or 5 for 20 bucks. Also down to trade or something.<br /><br />Kung Fu Hustle<br />Talk to Her<br />Running Scared<br />Lords of Dogtown<br />Hunted<br />King of the Cage (10 events, 101 fights, 20hrs)<br />Blade 2<br />Troy<br />The Illusionist<br />Behind enemy lines<br />Hostel<br />Matchstick Men<br />The Devil and Daniel Johnston<br />Derailed<br />Collateral<br />Hellboy: Sword of Storms (animated)<br />Da Ali G Show (First Season) ($7)<br />The Invincible Iron Man (animated)<br />The Thomas Crown Affair (remake with Pierce Brosnan)<br />Team America<br />Jarhead<br />What about Bob?<br />Six-String Samurai<br />A Beautiful Mind<br />Where the Money is<br />Final Destination<br />Final Destination 2<br />Final Destination 3<br />Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (I have two copies so I'm getting rid of one)<br />Wolf Creek<br />The Red Violin<br />Inside Man<br />Saw<br />Saw 2<br />The Warriors Ultimate Director's Cut (Missing case but has cardboard sleeve)<br />North by Northwest<br />Cold Mountain<br />King of the Cage: The Fighers of Japan<br />Seven<br />Crank<br />Kingdom of Heaven<br />Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation<br />Snatch<br />Swing Kids<br />Labyrinth (Also a double I'm getting rid of)<br />Capote<br />Crash<br />The War<br />Stay<br />I Robot<br />Rebel without a cause<br />Minority Report<br />Freddy Vs. Jason<br />House of Wax<br />The Door in the Floor<br />The Whole Nine Yards<br />The Island<br />The Goonies (also a double)<br />Menace to Society<br />Orgazmo<br /><br /><br />Comment or E-mail if interested 360morganflip@gmail.comMRGNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836347203642330024noreply@blogger.com1