Kyohi-no-Mekura

Well...not entirely. Just thought I'd share something that I personally found hilarious.

So, the other day my friend and I where meeting up with our new guy (pot dealer person)
and we asked him where we could meet up, and he said "Oh, meet me at the Quick Stop"

It took soooo much restraint to wait for my friend to hang up the phone so I could start laughing.
The guy is awesome, but I think he thinks he's Jay (or at least wants to be Jay)
I mean, he HAD to have said that on purpose

Long story short, we wound up meeting at the park
(just around the corner from a catholic community center/church thing),
since we didn't know there even was a Quick Stop in our crappy town.

...he didn't wear a beanie though, thank god. If he had I'd have been out of there SO fast.
Instead he wore a Bob Marley shirt and was all stereotypical. Nice guy though.

And that's my wonderful story.

Also: does anyone know if you're supposed to befriend your guy? What are the rules!?
Is there a convention or something, where they decide all this shit?
I mean, who the fuck named it sour diesel?

Fucking stoners

So I've just gotten back from Comic Con, and after popping my SDCC cheery, I've gotta say it really does live up to all the hype!
The five days spent there seem like a wonderful blur of nerdiness, rage, joy, and pain.
I saw a LOT of my favorite people and made five minute friends. I'm going to post some of my favorite pictures, along with stories that may amuse some of you, so be sure to read my artist comments! xD
you may get a kick out it

I had forgotten what it feels like to sleep but I can say that I survived!!!

tagged me, because apparently I have wronged him in some way
so I must now list 8 random facts about me...this is going to be hard as I am very uninteresting

Let's see
1. umm, I'm left handed, that's pretty neat I guess
2. I secretly took over the world back in 1947, froze myself and only just now revived...but I won't bore you with the details
3. I am no longer in control of the world
4. Waffles are good
5. mmyep
6. Given the opportunity, I'd still rape Bob Dylan, no matter how old he is now
7. Side effects may include itchy eyes, rectal bleeding, and explosive kidneys
8. I know who really shot JFK

now it's MY turn to be an evil bitch, and tag 8 unsuspecting people! Mwahahahaha!

Due to a very adamant request by an amazingly awesome person
I redrew a panel from one of my star trek mini comics
and turned it into a T-shirt, among other things

For whoever is interested they can be found at my cafepress shop (which I made JUST for this and I'm super nervous I'm violating some copyright thing, but I've seen tons of ST stuff so I'm probably just being paranoid...but yea, you guys better back me up that it's an unrelated original thing....good thing my art looks nothing like McCoy)

so yeah, the shop www.cafepress.com/kyohi_no_mek…
(cafepress is pending me, so I went to zazzle www.zazzle.com/Ludraca
they're not as high quality, but they're cooperative)

you may also find there my little Harvey Dent pin, if anyone's interested in that
and a pin I made a while ago that I really like

note: right now (during June) zazzle is offering free shipping to 'anywhere in the world'!
just thought those of you who actually want the shirt may like this tid bit

Normally I tend not to update my various online journals, but thought I'd share this story of woe with anyone who cares, or relates to this.

So the other day I had to go to wal-mart (no that's not the traumatic part, it gets worse)
it was for an eye exam, I'm finally getting some goddamn contact lenses, unfortunately I didn't know what exactly I was getting myself into...

Apparently, and this is what the doc told me, Asians have very muscular eyelids (sounds weird right?) so my eyes were being very stubborn when he was trying to put the contacts in. I couldn't get them in either, and it took him 15 minutes AND he had to trick me, to get them in. One of those on the count of three, one two NOW kind of tricks.

THEN I had to get them back out, took me a half an hour! I felt so stupid, I have great difficulty with dealing with failure...so in the end I ran out of time, and legally they can't give you your lenses if you can't put them in and take them out yourself, so NOW I have to keep going down there to perfect the method, or I'm out 114 bucks.

Fucking laws.

Not only that but now there are very red and very prominent veins bulging in my eyes due to the massive trauma I put them through. I'm traumatized you guys, couldn't even put on my eyeliner this morning because it gave me flashbacks.

It was like Nam, only worse, since it happened to ME. ME!

To borrow the phrase, I feel as though I've been RAPED...in the FACE!

Or at least the eyes.

Sigh, that's all old chums.


Be seeing you all,
same bat-time, same bat-channel.