Butt Adventures of Liz's Butt!

travel!

rizumcbutt — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 20:10:07 GMT

So, I went to Amsterdam with mom! And Scoop and her daughter Caitlin. It took us about 20 hours to get here, including a train ride and some tram-hopping. Only 8 of those hours were actually spent in the air, the rest was unfortunately timed tickets. We're staying for 7 days (the first day was spent in a haze of jet lag), and I feel like writing so I will record all things of interest! Most things of interest. Some things of interest until I get bored of recording, how's that.

After having slept for 12 hours to get rid of that pesky jet lag (the last five hours were spent sleep-defending dad's house from a monster attack, fighting off zombies and witches and vampires and naked nurses), we got up to begin the tourist dance that Scoop and Caitlin have had a few days already to get down to an art. First on the list was the flea market.

Hats: they are expensive! Well, not terribly, not as much as stockings. Mom explained to me that although it was 7.95, I could barter with the guy and tell him I only had 5. I'm a little under confident when it comes to these sorts of things, so we spend about a minute whispering back and forth in the (empty) stockings tent, before I finally get mom to go do it while I look on.

"How much is this?"
"7.95."
"What about 5?"
"No, 7.95."
"Oh, that's too much."
"Alright. Goodbye."

So… that was a fine lesson in bartering. I suppose it didn't really help that our furtive discussion about how to give this man less of his money was held about 4 feet away from him. But I still got a totally sweet hoodie from another tent, so I'll call it a successful shopping venture.

Next up was the Red Light district! I was thrilled to learn that prostitution is legal in Holland, because that's yet another option for paying off all those student loans I'm earning. It looks like a very interesting job, really! You stroll along the right alleys, and there are clear glass doors with sexy, bikini-wearing ladies standing behind them and smiling. Apparently they snatch you up if you make eye contact, so I allowed myself only furtive glances. One of these ladies was very sexily texting, striking a pose and holding a text-based conversation at the same time. Very alluring.

Somewhere along these alleys we ran into quite the tour group. Two of the men were wearing fake mustaches, and one of them was dressed up in a cute little Swedish shepherd girl outfit, complete with a blond yarn wig done in thick braids. As we passed them, one of them called out, "So, is anyone going to have any more weed?" We ended up seeing that group twice more, and the last time Heidi called out with the most charming of smiles, "It's okay, you can look!" To which mom, never one to pass up a charitable offer, cheerfully replied, "Thanks!"

After that it was the Anne Frank museum, which was entirely constructed of sad stories and lethally steep stairwells.

And now it's raining again. This seems to be the part of the world that matches Portland weather cloud-for-cloud, but I don't mind. I might start thinking I'd gone to a different country or something if everything was too different.

rizumcbutt — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 05:18:10 GMT

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why am i so easily amused.

PS!!! I seem to have officially given up on checking my flist! This is unfortunate. If it looks like I'm neglecting anyone, I swear it's not because I hate you!

Just kidding it actually is because I hate you.

rizumcbutt — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 19:49:13 GMT

She liked to go by Boss. She liked her own name just fine, considering she'd picked it herself, but she appreciated the image that went with the kind of woman that was called Boss by all her subordinates. She'd give suggestions with a laugh and a challenging grin that made it clear how not up for debate these suggestions really were.

"You look better in black," she'd point out to a hapless victim, of which there was no short supply. "More commanding. Who's going to respect a guy that can't even dress well enough to ask for it?"

There was confidence in every black high-heeled step, but God help you if you got caught underfoot. For all the laughing and grinning, there was a steel behind her friendly nature. She'd worked her way to the top with more than just fashion advice. A fact to which, if you dug deeply enough, every skeleton stashed in the closets along her ladder could attest.

There was almost always a knowing quirk to her wide lips, and if she happened not to be knowing just at that moment, then it was a well-kept secret. She owned a pair of fast-moving hands, capable of fine manipulation or quick strikes, and wore an easy grace that spoke of no wasted movements. When she was "in the field", the sleek, classy look changed to grunge. Hair was haphazardly shoved back, left to whip and tangle, which it often did. Once-fashionable clothing retained a sense of intention, even if it was ragged and disarrayed. Those cutting green eyes were still sharp, but action showed in them plans and executions, rather than just scheming. And the quirk of a smile had grown to a grin, because this was her element.

Man I really have not updated lately have I. :T I've checked my flist even less often. I am a big whore.

Has anyone here gotten a plurk since I last checked? That seems to be where most of my social interactions go...

rizumcbutt — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 17:52:45 GMT

HERE IT IS AGAIN. I KNOW YOU ALL LOOK FORWARD TO THIS EVERY YEAR. :> i live to provide.

happy delicious candy at half off tomorrow day

PIMPS THESE SUCKERS

rizumcbutt — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 17:13:05 GMT

HEY. HEY. You know what you guys want? You guys want to buy a commission. You want to buy a commission today. AND LUCKY FOR YOU, I KNOW A COUPLE PEOPLE WHO ARE DOING RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME THINGS FOR RIDICULOUSLY CHEAP.

Exhibit 1: Brandy!

You want to see these pictures bigger? You know you do. YOU'RE IN LUCK, THEY'RE ALL RIGHT HERE.
Look at this sweet shit. THIS SWEET SHIT IS ONLY $10. Full color, my homies!! It does not get much better than that. She has a whole variety of other levels of effort offered, from copic color to digital color to water color, oooooh shit.
This is my roommate, so you're totally helping me out too if you get a commission from her. Rent money, woo! \o/

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Just $7 for these? With extra characters not costing anything?? SAY IT ISN'T SO. BUT IT IS SO!! SHIT, SON.

And these are just $13, you say?? I DO SAY, AS A MATTER OF FACT. GOD HOW COULD YOU EVER SAY NO.

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THIS SHIT IS SO GODDAMN CUTE THAT I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY FREAKING REFERENCES HERE FOR YOU. IT WOULD BREAK THE PAGE. You're just gonna have to SEE FOR YOURSELF, not recommended for the fainthearted that can't take Cute.

So be a bro. Support the arts today.

...And I'm always open for commissions too, though school is a butt and they might take a while.

rizumcbutt — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 20:18:15 GMT

okay i just wanted to brag for like two seconds

my current assignment in Character Design and Storyboarding for Animation: Adventure Time Storyboards

which will actually be looked at and taken into consideration by Adventure Time people who are apparently looking for new storyboarders

I REALLY DO LOVE THIS SCHOOL

i'm totally not going to get that golden job offering that has a slim chance of coming out of this, because i hate and suck at storyboarding, BUT BY GOD IT'S GOING TO BE AN AWESOME EXPERIENCE.

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rizumcbutt — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 05:18:12 GMT

quick help

i accidentally replaced my layout, found another one, and hate it

i just want my stupid dumb red spiders back. :( KAT i hope you're happy.

does anyone have any... really wide... easy to read (not white on white and dear god not white on black) layouts they could suggest? 8( or just... good layout comms? i've got abellalayouts, fruitstyle, girdles, kill_brainz, mintyapple, thefulcrum, visualwit, and xaddictionsx already watched. though i guess i really only dug through fruitstyle and mintyapple...

LOVE TO ANYONE THAT CAN RESCUE ME FROM MY SELF-INFLICTED WOES

that one time when liz wrote a friggin novel

rizumcbutt — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 04:06:34 GMT

There's a lot of things I could be doing right now. Instead I'm going to barf creative gross into a journal entry. Feel free to skip.

Angela and I were talking at work about the idea of traditional superheroes on a non-modern setting. Specifically, a fantasy setting. It's kind of the concept of Robin Hood, if you think about it. Robin Hood, Zoro, uh... probably a few others... Anyway, it's really appealing to me for some reason that I can't quite place, and she said her attraction is because she's a hardcore fantasy fan, and is turned off from the idea of superheroes because they're usually associated with scifi. So you take that and you put it in fantasy, and hopefully you have a broader audience.

ANYWAY. I started thinking about it in the context of Split Poison, right up until I realized that everyone in that comic is an asshole. They'd work as supervillains, but the best I could do for the other side is an antihero. But I kept coming back to the idea of Aranya and Samhain as totally awesome supervillains, so now I have to do something with it. :< I had to do something about a good guy though, so I went and dug up Ralin! He's now my derpy retarded shounen-hero type, with whom my antihero-type works because he'd pretty much get himself killed on his own.

Character designs and balance!
I want to keep the "superhero theme" in mind, but also make it look like it really is a fantasy world. I'm sticking to Split Poison's main city, Sinai, because it's hella fun to draw (Middle Eastern architecture is so cool), and because I don't want to imagine Aranya anywhere else. IT'S HER CITY, MAN. So my theory is helms instead of masks, where needed. But I only have one character actually using a mask so far, so maybe that'll change for traditional domino masks if more are introduced. As for the powers and stuff -- there's more "badass normal" in here than I necessarily wanted, but I think I can live with it.

scanners are for squares! sorry for the cellphone pictures. :<

Ralin-- (I had to do a find/replace to get out all the times I typed "Raul" instead. :( )
He's usually drawn as... well, a pretty typical male anime build, I'd say. Slightly built but mostly slender. If he's going to be my retarded shounen hero (and especially if his buddy shares the same build), that has to change. So he gets a typical American hero build instead! If I can draw that, oh god. It always looks so stupid when I try. But I'm hoping this will be good practice! Because I'm more familiar with Ralin than, say, Superman, so I'll know how to draw him better. Right? Hopefully. So, his build changes. It looks like he'll be the strongman, BUT NO. I LIE TO YOU. His power is basically just... fire. I'm keeping his fire elemental powers, but making it so he's just a... I don't know. Something that's not a fire elemental. But he can burst into fire and mold himself/create objects with fire (they harden into real weapons/clothes/whatever and aren't hot, but they're still essentially made of fire). So he doesn't need a mask, because he can just change his appearance when he's not heroing. His weakness! Is, of course, water. It really hurts, dangit. :| Enough of it will kill him, but even droplets of rain really sting. He can't fight crime on a rainy day, sigh.

Ralin, that's just pathetic. Vanadi is ashamed to know you.

Vanadi--
Ah, Vanadi. The cyborg in unhappy servitude. He's sort of a badass normal, but in a Captain America kind of way. Enhanced everything. He's going to be the antihero, who's only doing good out of a debt owed to someone else -- but who might eventually do good just for good's sake.
Why don't I have cool codenames for any of these guys yet? Sigh. Ralin will probably have a really lame codename, and insist that Vanadi pick one too. But anyway, he uses a helm as part of his basic costume that he wears while under servitude to Venus. Ralin accidentally frees him from this servitude, and Vanadi either... hmm. Either it's a program Venus put into him that he serves his master always, and his master changes to Ralin when he kills Venus, or he views Ralin as his master with no programming to insist, or... it's just plain old sense of debt. Either way, he basically works with Ralin because he's sure Ralin will get himself killed out there on his own. (Seriously, you can't just bring an umbrella to fight crime on rainy days?)
Also, he's going to have to... change his usual role, I think. Most often he's the "HEY HEY HEY WE SHOULD DO IT DON'T YOU WANT TO DO IT and afterward you can handfeed me grapes because i'm too lazy to pluck them from the bunch" type, but in this case... he's going to have to be responsible. :| For keeping Ralin alive, for being the smart one around... actually, maybe he can outsource that last part. Hmm. Anyway, he's going to be stoic and linefacing and all. Maybe his sexylazy can come out when he gets more comfortable, or something.
As far as abilities go, it's what you'd expect of a cyborg. Faster, stronger, more agile... this will be kind of fun, that Ralin looks stronger but Vanadi can totally own him. He's got neat little Assassin's Creed looking blades that can sprout from his wrists, but he'll be susceptible to hacking. Also, water in exposed wiring, and he can be overloaded by electricity. He's smarter than Ralin, and will help him not immediately die, but he's not as smart as...

he's learning to squaredance.

Aranya!
Her codename's easy, because it's the only one she ever uses. She's the most badass normal, because I don't think she actually has any abilities... She'll fight with weapons (mainly daggers) and probably something to do with spiders. Poison, razor wire webbing... that sort of thing. No Spider-Man gimmicks -- she'll be more deadly than him. She also doesn't use a mask, because it seems like villains don't really need to. They really just have the one identity, after all. I guess she's the top villain around, but I can't quite figure out how Ralin is... you know, still alive. Or, I suppose with him being so powerful and her so badass normal, I guess that is kind of a stalemate. She's great for schemes, but if she doesn't know that weakness to water (and it doesn't rain much in the desert), he's just... kind of invincible. BUT ANYWAY. I don't have much worked out for her yet, except that she'll have less of a shady network. Just lots of contacts that aren't all super loyal like they are in Split Poison.

I actually kind of really like this angle/overlapping... I'll have to turn it into a real picture at some point. And fix the proportions.

Samhain--
He... probably needs a real superpower. In Split Poison he's just really strong/skilled, but that won't really fly here if Aranya's got badass normal covered. MY VILLAINS NEED TO BE MORE BADASS. So... I'm still working on that. But mostly he stands around looking dark and dramatic behind Aranya, possibly with a dark cloak on? Which he throws off when it's time to be badass. Hmm, what could his power be... to be determined.

Caitlin said that she'd be interested in a story about heroes from the civilian's perspective, but I'm not totally convinced that's the way to go. On one hand, I'm only not interested in that because in the typical hero comic, the civilian is just a nobody that has nothing to do with the story. If they're integrated into the story, and you care about them -- they just happen to not be a hero -- then maybe it would work better... because while Split Poison has the problem of having way too many characters, four is not enough to carry a story like this. So there's going to have to be a few more one way or another -- maybe they can be civilians that actually get a role. It's worth thinking about, anyway.

I think I also need another villain. But two will probably work for heroes, unless they get around to converting a villain or something. Man. I have like nothing worked out on this. OH HOW IT CONTRASTS TO SPLIT POISON, WHERE EVERY DETAIL FOR THE NEXT MILLION YEARS IS THOUGHT OUT. Oh, right, and Split Poison's Lighthouse will definitely make an appearance. A jail for dangerous superhumans/monsters, how cool! It'll be outside the city, surrounded by a super high wall, and the only way into it is a tunnel that begins somewhere inside the walls of the city. I'm not sure how it plays into it yet, but a jail is a great place to find new friends...! Most obviously friends for Aranya, but it could go either way.

I really want to start drawing it, though. ;_; If nothing else, it would be something to show editors that's more up their alley than Split Poison pages.

So now I just have to watch Aladdin and play the first Assassin's Creed a thousand times to get the setting down.

hnnnnggg Middle Eastern architecture... so neat...

So that's cool.

And in other news, my computer is busted! Poor old Eddie, I knew thee well. ;_; He's out having his hard drive replaced (ONLY A YEAR OLD?? CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD.) and hopefully his data can be saved. Hopefully. We'll see, I guess. I keep thinking of more and more things that I'll have lost, and I'm... pretty okay with most of them. It is just data, after all. Nerdily enough, I'm most disappointed over losing an in-progress application and loads of icons. :|a

rizumcbutt — Sat, 25 Dec 2010 07:53:56 GMT

Who's festive? Me! Me, I'm festive!
(It also comes with a distinctly awesome red mask that I guess is supposed to look like a reindeer nose. When I put them together with the scarf I become my alter ego, Reindeer Man. Truth.)

The two remaining roommates and Caitlin and I went out for Thai food, because it's the next best thing to Chinese food on Christmas Eve. Then we came home and opened presents early, and everything was generally cool and groovy. Mom sent me some chocolates, dad and Ruth sent me some peppermints, and I got the best cards ever from Toast and Ed. So, basically, I'm set forever.

Oh also we saw this driving around downtown Savannah. It flashes red and green lights!

Heading to Michigan for a couple days after Christmas, and school starts again on the 4th. I think I'm ready. I also think I am going to beat up anyone that stands between me and work study this term, since I missed it last term. SEE IF I DON'T.

I don't know why this needed a cut. It just did.

Voice Post

rizumcbutt — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 23:02:24 GMT

oh, i forgot to say -- after i hopped on my bike and rode to the corner to wait for the light, he was... still going. he'd turned his head to watch me and there were faint, barely-audible herrr, herma, herma herma, mermahems coming from his general direction.

that one time when liz was really pathetic

rizumcbutt — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 00:47:19 GMT

Okay STORY TIME (AGAIN). Shorter this time, promise. This weekend I threw my back out again, which has effectively turned me into a hobbling old woman with some extreme sclerosis (totally listing to the right at all time, it's the only way to not... sob at all times). It's proving to be worse at night though, to the point where it's difficult to turn over and any attempts to do so wake me up. Last night was particularly bad, I woke up and any position I found caused some kind of pinching nervy pain thing. Also I sleep with my iPod playing, and usually have my iHome remote next to my bed.

Okay, here's the scene: I wake up at about 5 AM, can't manage to turn myself over onto my side, and Eddie Izzard is in the middle of an hour-long track. I need to change it to music, but I'm pretty sure the remote has been left at my desk. I can't turn myself over to effectively search for the remote though, just in case it's by my bed, let alone reach the iPod for manual changing. So I'm just lying there, crying and listening to Eddie Izzard, wishing I could flip over. WISHING I COULD CHANGE SOMETHING, ANYTHING, ABOUT MY CURRENT SITUATION, BUT TO NO AVAIL.

I think I eventually decided just to flop sadly on my back and let Eddie lull me back into sleep.

BACK TO WORK, ALMOST DONE WITH FINALS.

edit: oh, that reminds me! Anyone that still wants to do that art trade? I got totally awesome pictures from a few of you, IF THERE'S ANYONE ELSE WAITING TO DO IT THEN I SUGGEST YOU DO IT NOW. Today was gonna be the deadline, but I'm not going to be done arranging it until about tomorrow at 3 EST. Tiny little extension if anyone still wants to do it. 8D

that one time when liz was brave

rizumcbutt — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 07:54:17 GMT

Okay story time. So I'm winding down in my room right, getting ready to sleep soon, ...and I hear this noise. It sounds sort of like... a heavy series of clacks? I can't really imagine what's making it, but I assume it's probably Sofia or Anna downstairs or something. It keeps going. I am puzzled. It keeps going. Add to that what kind of sounds like... really heavy breathing? My dad has this ancient black lab that wheezes like that sometimes, it reminded me of that. I go to my door and listen, and yeah, I really think I'm hearing a wheezing dog. wtf. We don't have a dog. I see that Anna and Sofia have gone to bed and Angelus (cat) at the top of the steps, looking innocent, and this is slightly reassuring because if there were a dog in the house, he'd be freaked out. Right? But he's a little retarded, so I'm kind of not 100% on that.

And mind you, this dog-in-the-house concern is legitimate. I had a friend tell me that for like a month they found crap strewn all over their kitchen/lower floors before realizing it was a feral dog, breaking in from the yard when no one was home. Our kitchen door is made of glass, something could have happened back there.

Also going through my head: A HOBO BROKE IN AND BROUGHT HIS DYING OLD DOG WITH HIM HE'S GONNA KILL US ALL. I look around for my glasses. Left them downstairs. I look around for my hockey stick. No idea where it is. Next course of action? TAKE WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS HEAD ON.

So I creep carefully down the stairs, turning on every goddamn light as I go. Angelus is very cheerfully keeping pace with me. He's skittish so this should have been reassuring, but like I said, he's also retarded. I make it to the front door -- closed and locked -- and don't see the baseball bat we usually keep there. Damn. I guess I really am just going to have to bite this guy's throat out, if there's anyone in the house. MY SEARCH CONTINUES, ROOM BY ROOM AND LIGHT BY LIGHT.

...No one's there. All doors closed and locked. I can only conclude that Angelus was snorting and sliding his fat body down the stairs, collar clanking to make those noises. I wouldn't really put it past him.

NOW I'M FULL OF HOBO-SLAYING ADRENALINE AND I'LL NEVER GO TO BED.

anna and sofia don't make fun of me, i could have bravely saved your lives >:

edit: --oh wait. mystery solved.

3:10:10 AM Brandy: oh
3:10:19 AM Brandy: he was probably dragging his wand up the stairs or something
3:10:31 AM Fatty: oh yeah that might have been it… it was at the bottom of the stairs
3:10:38 AM Fatty: but it was so much noise!! for so long!
3:10:40 AM Brandy: he probably dropped it down the stairs again
3:10:46 AM Brandy: he probably dragged it iup
3:10:49 AM Brandy: and dropped it down
3:10:52 AM Fatty: goddammit angelus
3:10:54 AM Brandy: he did that ALL the time at frogtown
3:11:38 AM Fatty: he just came in looking for love
3:11:42 AM Fatty: then started meowing really loud
3:11:46 AM Fatty: then walked out and hissed on his way out
3:11:56 AM Brandy: he gets a little weird when he brings his toys @@
3:12:05 AM Fatty: yeah this is strange
3:12:09 AM Fatty: all the other cats are in the rooms
3:12:20 AM Brandy: is he doing that weird mow thing;;
3:12:21 AM Brandy: lol
3:12:33 AM Fatty: it doesn't sound like a pained meow, it just didn't fit the context
3:12:55 AM Brandy: its kinda a scary meow when he does it like something seems off about him when hes like that
3:13:06 AM Brandy: i just tell him good job and pat him on the head that seems to placate him;;;
3:13:11 AM Fatty: god brandy i think your cat's possessed
3:13:25 AM Brandy: it sounds like it doesnt it lol;;
3:13:39 AM Brandy: he gets like that sometimes;; its normal;
3:13:55 AM Fatty: definitely demons
3:15:04 AM Brandy: im sorry he is scary when he gets like that
3:15:09 AM Fatty: sob
3:17:23 AM Brandy: it took me awhile to get brave enough to pat him and be like g-good job @_@;;;
3:17:31 AM Brandy: and then hes like @_@ yay mama is pleased wiht my kill
3:17:44 AM Fatty: he probably does that after he's harvested some souls
3:17:48 AM Fatty: stupid black cats

calling all artists!

rizumcbutt — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 18:37:54 GMT

HEY. ARTIST FRIENDS. Is anyone interested in doing quick art trade? I'm doing a mini comic for one of my finals, and if I have guest art in the back I get a higher grade. :D There are two characters (guy and girl) and one monster (lady snake thing) to pick from, and uh... I'll update this when I actually finish their character designs.

BUT YEAH. IT WOULD BE AWESOME IF YOU COULD HELP OUT. I'm just looking for something inked or a clean sketch, and I'd do the same for you.

And I'd need it by... about by the end of the week, next Tuesday at the latest. So if you want to but don't have time, DON'T GET MY HOPES UP. I'D CRY ON YOU. But I'd be totally willing to do another art trade after all my projects/commissions are done. B)

edit: OKAY FINISHED THE DESIGNS. Bear with me, they're shitty and fast. And feel free to take whatever artistic liberties you want -- I just made these guys up for the assignment, so I won't be like OH MY GOD I'VE HAD THAT CHARACTER FOR 5 YEARS AND YOU DID HIS FUCKING HAIR WRONG.

Main chick and dude (married couple):

Monster (wants to kill dude):

And it's gonna be printed in black and white, so don't get too fancy. (Keep in mind that anything below 100 DPI will look shitty printed, though.) And you don't have to do all of them, either! Pick your favorite, avoid your least favorite -- anything's cool with me.

rizumcbutt — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 05:23:17 GMT

My stomach hurts from laughing and my shirt is still damp from being spritzed by the Disciplinary Spray Bottle.

Back to homework!

rizumcbutt — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 23:56:48 GMT

:( I can't believe I fell asleep on the last episode of Sherlock with Caitlin. My body goes into NARCOLEPSY MODE sometimes, and there's just absolutely nothing I can do to stay awake. When it happens in movie theaters, I know to take my catnap as soon as I can, before the action starts, so I can wake up and see the rest of the movie.

Well, COMMA GIRL STRIKES AGAIN.

Also!! Last night I had these annoying flowy sleeves, and I managed to knock my ink bottle off the desk and spill half of it. Good thing we have hardwood floors! And as I frowned down at these giant pools and smears of waterproof black ink sinking into the wood grain, I decided I had to dip my hands in it and make some neat handprints on my jeans. IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOUR PRIORITIES IN LINE.

Then I drew six of these.

I hate comic strips. =_= You have to be funny to draw comic scripts. All I can do is make up obscene names to call people and swear a lot.

Got a job! Will with luck not starve to death before my next loan disbursal! Will almost definitely be in Portland next summer!

rizumcbutt — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 18:24:57 GMT

After a solid three-day weekend of homework, today is good! I have no homework, the weather is ridiculously gorgeous, and my bike is in fine working order (after two flats and a broken chain over two months). WHAT BETTER TIME TO SIT INDOORS ALL DAY AND GLUE MYSELF TO THE INTERNET??

I have... art to post. I think I'll do that here, since I don't feel like using my journal like a journal.

Those two are traditional medium commissions samples I did at AWA. They were fun. :D

These were the digital commission samples--

And in other news, I'm still drawing Carrie too often.

Someone on dA was like AND THEN THAT WEIRD ROBIN FROM THE DARK KNIGHT BECOMES BATMAN WHEN SHE'S OLDER and I was like *_* yes she does. I can so totally see it. So I drew the design said person used because I loved it.

sort of... not really formal clothes. skinny bitch.

no means no unless they've got a shaky little pinkish heart emote going on. remember that, kids.

this one is a redo of this page, since I still wanted to draw Belle and friends.

One day I'll have Belladora's design down for real. She fluctuates so much oh god GOOD THING IT'LL BE 50 YEARS BEFORE SHE APPEARS IN THE COMIC.

that's just something from deadculture. i love you, Griffin. ;_;

more Carries than you can shake a stick at. THAT ONE WAS HOMEWORK, OKAY. DON'T JUDGE ME ANY HARDER THAN YOU ARE ALREADY.

how about I just turn all of the Split Poison characters into weird monsters.

one day in the future we'll all be riding fish.

for Jason!

rizumcbutt — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 05:18:36 GMT

Here I sit feverish and generally out of it, but happy with Zelda in the background and heavy Mexican accepts on the Harvest Moon NPCs. And Anna has just entered Midnight Crazy Time. I had to skip work today due to sick, and took the time to go get fro-yo (is that what the cool people call it?) with Caitlin instead. Possibly not the best idea to go strolling around Savannah when I'm feeling this shitty, but it was fun anyway.

AWA with Lilly and all those jerks was awesome. I met one of Those People that you usually only see online and then wonder how they function in society. This one was a crazy Lion King nerd, who spent about 15 minutes just spinning off facts about the epic Lion King fanfiction she was apparently writing in her head? She never referenced it as fiction though, she was just telling us all these things like they were absolute fact. (Mufasa's second wife was a spotted lioness, and they had three beautiful daughters.) It was not required that we respond, or even look at her. She just kept going. I also rather enjoyed the ride there and back, even though it was just Lilly and me in the car. And cookies/brownies. That part was cool. We talked about the nerdiest of nerdy shit forever.

Sequential Art building Lab Monitor doesn't have any positions open for Work Study like I wanted, but I had a few backup options. Have to talk to them, like, yesterday. At least I've got one job in the meantime, which really isn't so bad. Especially now that I've changed the hours so I actually have time to do homework. My first week of school came with about 2 minutes of spare time total, but it should be better now.

I love my classes so far, but it's hard to get into Art History online. I'm not entirely sure what's expected of me, and it might have been wise to take the first Art History in class, so at least I get the hang of a history class. But, as Caitlin pointed out, it's online. I have Google. Who needs a textbook? I don't know why I didn't think of that, I failed today as an internet nerd. BUT THE OTHER CLASSES. I like those. My teachers are awesome, as I'm beginning to suspect all of the SEQA professors are. The second class in Materials & Techniques, the professor had a fight in front of the class between his three French curves, ending in his Indiana Jones action figure finding the Lost French Curve of (insert exotic place here) and making off with it.

So glad I'm in classes this term. Need to find a new cosigner for next year. Maybe mom will have a job by then, maybe April would be willing.

Also I want to play Mei from Avatar at Paradisa like burning. Also Spider Jerusalem, either at Paradisa or CnC. And Nolan!verse Bruce Wayne anywhere where they have a substantial Batcast and I don't play Carrie (which narrows it down a little, doesn't it?). Any suggestions on that latter, anyone who's made it this far in the entry and knows that sort of thing? 8(

Okay. Heading back into to my fevered existence.

rizumcbutt — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 14:07:27 GMT

that... photomeme. thing. check my sweet deadpool shirt, yeeaaahhhh. CONGRATULATIONS YOU FUCKERS ARE ALL TAGGED. i think i'm talking about cancer right here.

and i am off to man the artist alley table for the last day of the con! i'm halfway to my financial goal, but i've already accepted that i'm not going to earn as much as this trip has cost me. OH WELL, IT WAS FUN ANYWAY.

rizumcbutt — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 01:24:18 GMT

Awww, LJ, you assbutt. I did a phone post, but then remembered afterward that my paid account expired today.

WELL, THE GIST OF IT WAS THIS:

I was biking home in the dark the wrong way on a one-way street, and saw what was, without a doubt, Savannah's Finest. It was this crazy looking motherfucker, black as they come, dressed in all black, with a trench coat and a top hat. Also pushing a shopping cart down the street. And glaring at me. But he didn't try to kill me, so he's alright in my book.

That is all.

It would have made a better voice post. >:

WITH OUR POWERS COMBINED, we are a what?! update!!

rizumcbutt — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 04:18:56 GMT

It's kind of silly, in retrospect, that I thought everything would magically get better when school started. I mean, it's still not bad, and I know it could be way worse (hell, I could even not be going this year. That would be shitty), but I can tell already this is going to be a stressful year. It's just all the stress of the summer compounded by school and two jobs. Yeah, good work, forwardlooking self, way to predict.

But it's not so bad. I'm going to awesome classes with awesome professors and learning awesome shit. Not to mention the awesome roommates that make life a 24/7 party.

The first assignment in Intro to Sequential is a one page comic about how you spent your 4th of July. My 4th of July holiday was cool, but the actual night of was... a little awkward and out of my comfort zone. I thumbnailed it tonight and jeez I'm making myself look like a pathetic loner. BUT WHATEV, MAYBE IT WILL BE SLIGHTLY MEANINGFUL? I like to think it will be. Also I like my Liz-character-design dealie.

Also also, there was a collaborative roommate effort, and I got my next haircut! It'd been far too long since I changed it, and I was missing my mohawk, so I went with a chelsea hawk.

And from the side! Next step is dying it. >)

Um what else... I went to a party and flirted all night with one guy before kissing him goodbye as we left, and the next night got a guy from work to make me dinner. I think I'll just start hitting on everyone. Always. It gets good results. (And speaking of that party, it was the first time I got properly drunk. I spent the entire time pretending like I wasn't, and concentrating on walking smoothly and carefully, and not tripping down stairs, and it went rather well. But I did end up talking way too much. I remember when we got home I was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, waiting to feel sick enough to go throw up, and having a conversation in the meanwhile about grammar and stuff. And then at one point I went, "Ooops, disappearing!", went to barf, and returned to continue talking.)

And now it looks like those fuckers I live with are pouring wine, so I guess I'll see if I still think it sucks or not and then go to bed. IT'S GOOD TO HAVE PLANS.

edit: yeah still sucks. BEDTIME.

now 120% less riddled with typos

rizumcbutt — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 02:45:51 GMT

I just heard the best wedding toast ever, you guys. You don't even know.

Okay so it's this guy's son, right, and the guy is on his third wife. Apparently they keep getting younger. So there's the context, the quote is, "I want to thank my dad for finally getting me what I always wanted. A younger sister."

Cue the most awkward silence ever.

PLEASE CAN MY WEDDING BE THAT AWESOME?

day 01 – introduce yourself
day 02 – your first love
day 03 – your parents
day 04 – what you ate today
day 05 – your definition of love
day 06 – your day
day 07 – your best friend
day 08 – a moment
day 09 – your beliefs
day 10 – what you wore today
day 11 – your siblings
day 12 – what’s in your bag
day 13 – this week
day 14 – what you wore today
day 15 – your dreams
day 16 – your first kiss
day 17 – your favorite memory
day 18 – your favorite birthday
day 19 – something you regret
day 20 – this month
day 21 – another moment
day 22 – something that upsets you
day 23 – something that makes you feel better
day 24 – something that makes you cry
day 25 – a first
day 26 – your fears
day 27 – your favorite place
day 28 – something that you miss
day 29 – your aspirations
day 30 – one last moment

My parents. I could write a book on this. First of all, my dad is my number one hero. I am preeetty much as "daddy's girl" as you can get. Now, the thing about my dad, is that nowadays he's pretty much the most upstanding citizen I can think of. He's in AA, he's friends with just about everyone he meets, he owns his own company that he bought and sort of picked up out of failure, he has an amazing wife, he's awesome. And one Thanksgiving he says, in his sort of dadly way (which, for the record, is a calm, composed, very thoughtful tone which sort of seems to say, "Listen to me, I am about to impart upon you great wisdom")--

"At my job at the local theater, I used to sell cocaine to the bands that passed through town."

And I'm just sort of like... dad...

I knew he was into shitty things when he was young, but mostly I thought it was just weed. 8| The beach cabin that I used to bring my friends to? I bring them there to play DnD and make fun of each other, he used to bring them there to do drugs and drink. He was into some pretty bad stuff when he was younger-- he grew up the youngest of a million children, his own dad was blinded by chemicals when he was in like... middle school? Elementary school, maybe? Dad reports that he lost the will to live and died within a few years. So apparently all of this is enough to drive a guy to beer, lots of drugs, and idk probably rock and roll. I don't know when this changed, but somehow he became a model sort of citizen.

Some people ask what would Jesus do, I just aim for what would dad do. He really is the reason I'm as... calm and logical and shit as I am today. Mom mentioned the other day that a friend asked her how they used to discipline me, and she sad my dad used to be in charge of that. Mostly he would just explain to me why I couldn't have/do something, logically and calmly, and I would accept it. :|b

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY MOM. She's the sort of woman who, in the middle of a snowstorm when she just wants to get home and sit in front of the heater, will stop to help a woman with her groceries up the steps of her apartment. True story. She's the most caring woman I know, and she ends up suffering for that kindness more than she should. For example, she once helped a mother and a daughter get to a shelter for battered women after seeing them trying to navigate the bus system with, like, all their belongings in tow. She gave them a lift, and when they unloaded her car they unloaded her car. They took her purse and CD book (worth about $200) as well. After like a week of calling around and trying to get them back she finally got her purse, but not the CD book.

She was recently laid off from Nike, where she's worked for about 20 years, and even more recently sold her house and relocated from Portland to Michigan in her quest to find a job. It might seem a strange move, but her roots are in Michigan. I don't really mind it, since every time I visit I get to hang out with my brother, sister in law, and all of mom's friends-with-kids. It's pretty cool.

My mom is also, it stands to mention, excellent friends with my step mom, Ruth. They like each other enough that they just... travel places together. They both came down to visit me in Savannah, they both took me to Seattle one Sakuracon, etc. It's funny to introduce them as "my mom and my step mom" and watch people start reevaluating their sexuality.

Ruth deserves a section all of her own. I've never known someone with a better sense of humor. She can make me laugh pretty much constantly, and sometimes she inexplicably reminds me of Eddie Izzard. She's been taking improv classes, and I'd kill to watch one of them. She's also absolutely beautiful when she smiles, and she's smiling a lot. That woman is hella photogenic.

Ruth is dad's third wife, and the wife between her and my mom was... an experience. Hilary was an incredibly loving woman, but she had issues. She was bipolar, off her medicine, and took it out on me and her kids. Mostly on me, I've been told, but I didn't notice that sort of thing when I was 10-14. Hilary was an FBI agent and about as intense as a woman can be. She would confront you about anything that bothered her, and most of those confrontations had me reduced to tears and afraid to say anything back because my voice would be annoyingly wavery. It was kind of a hard few years, but I loved her and my step brother and sister more than I can say. I learned a lot from her, too. I'm not sure I'd be nearly as able-to-confront as I am today without her influence. I sort of wish sometimes that I could go back in time and practice on her with my new found bravery, though. I was just seriously not up to the task at that point.

There's also April, who sort of falls into the parent category. She's known dad, mom, and Ruth since forever, since before even dad and mom were married. She also introduced dad to Ruth. She's, without a doubt, the strongest personality I know. If she wants something, she gets it. She was in charge of Regional... something or other for Office Depot, which made her a millionaire. She seems to know everyone, whether she met them through a job or through AA or because she once climbed Kilimanjaro/sky dived/braved the Australian outback with them. If I'm not asking myself what dad would do, and if I'm trying to summon up the courage to do something, I ask myself what April would do. I basically can't describe how utterly impressive this woman is.

Oh, and my favorite story? There was this one guy she met through AA, Richie. He looked interesting and she decided she was going to do him. So she got to know him, put the moves on him, and did him. She was happy to leave it at that, he suddenly got all attached and clingy. She had to break it to him that she wasn't exactly into that, and ended up telling Ruth about Richie to share the amusing story of him. At the next meeting this guy stands up, tall, hardcore, covered in tattoos and piercings, and introduces himself to the group as Richie, and Ruth just turns and goes, APRIL. >:OOOO Long story short, April is my character Aranya. It's awesome.

...What I ate today. Woke up and had an apple, donuts, and some Keebler cookies. Delicious. Went on a hike and finished it off with an ice cream cone. Then fajitas, cantaloupe, and salad for dinner. It's like I'm some kind of Frankenstein monster of college kid diet and reasonably healthy.

Aannnddd I lied, it's not three, my definition of love is tomorrow.

When I get home I'm gonna ask out that guy who's name I can never remember.

01 + 02

rizumcbutt — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 06:24:57 GMT

I... I think I actually want to do this meme... blame Caitlin, I stole it from her. Mine won't be so eloquently written, though.

day 01 – introduce yourself
day 02 – your first love
day 03 – your parents
day 04 – what you ate today
day 05 – your definition of love
day 06 – your day
day 07 – your best friend
day 08 – a moment
day 09 – your beliefs
day 10 – what you wore today
day 11 – your siblings
day 12 – what’s in your bag
day 13 – this week
day 14 – what you wore today
day 15 – your dreams
day 16 – your first kiss
day 17 – your favorite memory
day 18 – your favorite birthday
day 19 – something you regret
day 20 – this month
day 21 – another moment
day 22 – something that upsets you
day 23 – something that makes you feel better
day 24 – something that makes you cry
day 25 – a first
day 26 – your fears
day 27 – your favorite place
day 28 – something that you miss
day 29 – your aspirations
day 30 – one last moment

Introduce myself? I almost never take this seriously. I don't think I know how to. When you do that silly first day of school thing in class, where everyone says their name plus a fact about themselves, I spend the entire time until it's my turn trying desperately to think up something that's a) amusing and might get a laugh (or at least a smile, no one's comfortable enough to laugh on the first day of class) and b) will tell people almost nothing about me. Aside from the fact that I have a retarded sense of humor, I guess. My bios/profiles on sites are always something along those lines -- funny and/or retarded, say nothing about me. "Oh shoot, that's too many peas" is a favorite of mine.
I suppose if I had to pull something out of my ass that best described me, and if someone had tied me down and told me to take it seriously or I'd get a drill bit up my nose, I'd say that I'm Liz, unfortunately not Elizabeth, and never Lizzy. My dad is the most perfect example of a man I can think of (or a person, for that matter), and I spent entirely too much time thinking about things that aren't real. I might possibly add that if I can't smile at it, it's not worth it.

My first love! This one is probably Zach, 6th grade. (Or possibly Sam, 5th grade, but that one ended after I asked him to the dance, he said maybe, and we never pursued it. This one is a better story.) He had the... most almond-shaped lovely brown eyes. I used to bike about two miles home (and up some dame crazy hills; I was the most in-shape middle-schooler ever), and the habit started when I realized Zach biked home too. Once he and his friend helped me heft my bike over a suddenly placed chainlink fence on the way home, and I was so touched in my middle 12-year-old way.
Anyway, once when we were actually taking the bus home... I don't remember exactly how it got out, but a popular kid named Patrick got hold of the fact that I had a crush on Zach. Good Samaritan that he was, he decided to hook us up. It resulted in the most awkward date at the movie theater you've ever seen. I think his kid brother was in the car when his mom came to pick us up.
So, this awkward courtship that Zach had essentially been forced into lasted a grand total of about a week and one Halloween party. He made out with a stick of butter and I pretended to fly into an awkward jealous rage. We had our awkward first kiss in the computer room off to the side of the party, and I was so nervous I backed up and stumbled over the exercise machine that had been dragged in there to be out of the way. Have I mentioned this was all very awkward?
He called me a few days later and told me I was a good friend, but he didn't like me that way. I was sad for a total of... two hours? And that's the last time I was ever broken up with.
I spent the next two years of middle school awkwardly avoiding him, and the next four years of high school mostly just not seeing him. Huge high schools will do that. Last time I checked on him was 12th grade though, and from what I can tell, he's turned into a generally awesome guy. Really, all he had to do was defend gay rights to another jock and I was charmed, though.

...What I ate today, really? That one's going to be boring when I get to it. --Oh, damn, and I already stole "First Kiss"'s subject matter, didn't I? Oh well.

Oh, yeah, and I drew Ursula today!

Love that bitch.

Edit: Okay so there's more DEAL WITH IT.
I'd say the biggest facet of this thing that is Liz is that I'm happy. Ridiculously happy, almost all of the time. That's not to say that nothing bad ever happens to me, because this summer has been pretty bad. But I'm... it sounds arrogant to say good at keeping a positive outlook, but I guess I am. There are also times when I'm so happy that it actually kind of hurts a little THAT SOUNDS RIDICULOUS but it's true. Sometimes I can look around me and realize that I'm just... in something like bliss. The happiness is generally overflowing, I can't stop smiling, and I'm actually a little bit saddened to think that this euphoria will only last so long. This can be anything from lying on a king size bed with four other awesome people and talking about nothing at all, to just having gotten off work while there's still daylight and knowing I'm going home to go exercise some creativity.

I have almost no temper at all. Friends have to try really hard to make me annoyed, and when I do get annoyed I'm more likely to take the blame myself and brush it off. It's even more rare that I get angry, and when I do, my first reaction is to lay things out in a clear and concise way that won't leave you wondering if I'm angry or not. I've never yelled (not since I became a real person, anyway, and Real Personhood started somewhere in 10th grade), the most I've done was raise my voice to make my logical argument heard over someone who was yelling.

The only thing that makes me angry is being unable to understand why someone would do something unkind. If it can be justified as something other than simple cruelty, or if there's even a chance I've simply misunderstood the situation, my anger dissolves into Benefit of a Doubt. There are people I simply don't like, but they're very few and far between. Usually they're the ones that are unkind without justifiable cause, or people that have no apparent morals. For the most part, I love people. I love coworkers, classmates, people I see on the bus. There's something good in everyone, and the bad is very easily ignored.

I'm an eternal optimist, not because I think things will work out good in the end, but because I know they will. Bad things are temporary, everything gets better sooner or later. You might not get the result you want, but you'll learn to be happy with whichever result you do get. The only thing I'm a pessimist about is relationships (my own more than other people's), and that's just a matter of personal experience and doubting that I need a relationship at all.

I'm an artist and a writer, and while I love doing both, I have so far to go in art that it's just laughable and I feel like I'm in someone else's playground when I start writing. I draw professionally (or at least I want to), writing is just something to be played around with. Despite that, I really want to finish my book. Here comes November and part #3!

I could talk forever about fictional things, both mine and other people's. However, I won't if I feel there's even the slightest chance the person listening is uninterested. My creativity is the most intimate part of me, and I'd rather not share it at all than have someone decide it's not worth their time. That's the biggest disappointment of all, and I'd rather spare myself it. I get over this inherent fear only around the people I trust the most.

AHH I TALKED ABOUT MYSELF GROSS

shut up this is totally an artpost

rizumcbutt — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 03:57:09 GMT

Today I was given the arduous task of taking portfolios out of plastic wrappers at work. This is my story.

i'm so good at this arting thing you guys, you don't even know.

BEDTIME FUCKYEAH

rizumcbutt — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 08:35:37 GMT

AD: You're going to be the crazy cat lady. I have decided that it is your destiny.
Sent at 4:23 AM on Sunday
me: oh, i've long since known that
AD: It's true though :(
Sent at 4:26 AM on Sunday
me: i know it is
all my relationship-oriented friends will start marrying off
and it'll just be me and the cats
AD: That's exactly how it'll happen
And once everyone realizes you have so many cats they won't visit anymore, because your house smells like cat pee but you don't notice
me: yeah...
Sent at 4:29 AM on Sunday
AD: Then you'll die alone and no one will know you've gone, for a few weeks. And when the police break in to find your corpse they'll see amazing works of art everywhere, genius works of art, that you couldn't show anyone, because you had no one to show.
me: also the cats will have eaten my body

Well, good thing I got that worked out.
AHH LIFE. I can't wait until school starts. I hope it does.

i'm always putting art posts together when i really have to pee

rizumcbutt — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 21:36:50 GMT

o-oh god... this is probably the last post I'll make with a paid account... ;_; I'M GONNA MISS ALL THOSE ICONS. Have to make this icon count. (who better than Plastic Man for that?)

FOUR MORE OTAKON COMMISSIONS TO GO! \o/ And then I can finally finish Elei and Robyn's icons and AJ's sketches, sob. I will never be that one artist you commissioned that never got back to you, though. :| I know how that feels, and it's fucking shitty.

There were a couple I did at the con that I wished I could have scanned before I gave away -- a watercolored Batwoman, a running-for-their-lives Jack and 10th Doctor. They were pretty cute. :< BUT WHAT YOU'VE DRAWN ONCE, YOU CAN ALWAYS RECREATE.

That was preeeetty much the best commission I've gotten yet. It was really fun. ;_;

Aannnddd some random stuff. fuckyeah.

this was just for my own sick pleasure. BUT I LIKE IT ANYWAY, ANATOMICAL FLAWS AND ALL.

Last minute Otakon print! Here's the original, oh god

it's on this little, like, 5x2 scrap of paper that I drew two years ago. 8|

from Paradisa! get off there Robin, the Question is not a correct place for your butt

from Amat! they get along strangely well.

TOO WELL?? blaming Nyx and co for this one.

And here's all the jerks I printed as Otakon stickers!

And finally, ORIGINAL ART WHAT??

Jeez, who does that.