Learn to Program with Asher @ FurDev

Welcome to Programming with Asher!

Come on in! Wow, I'm glad you're here 'cause it's always nice getting visitors. Well, I'm Asher and this is my humble abode of programming magic, and life appreciation. I assume you've stopped by to start your journey towards computer wizardry, as my grandma likes to call it, so I'll just get right to it. To the right you'll see the navigation menu, from there you should be able to get to the rest of the site. Below is the latest news in blog form about all sorts of things!

Anyways, I'm not kicking you out or anything, in fact stay as long as you want (I can stay up all night, don't worry - wait, no I can't), buuuut... I don't have too much more to say here for now. So... nice meeting you, and goodbye!

"Beauty is the purgation of the superfluous." ~ Michelangelo

Sincerely, your friend,

Asher

For More Information: The Introductory Post

Old ’00s Journal Entry 210 11/16/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-16 02:27:22

Visit and bid!

Please?

FurBid Story Comissions

Asher

P.S. Trust me, you’ll be pleased with the results if you win, if for some reason you aren’t I can work with you to resolve any issues.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 209 11/15/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-15 11:23:11
Lookie what I made!

When pressed to produce something visual, I suppose I CAN do something…

This shows a logo I made a long time ago for Gingery and Associates.

Gingery Color Logo

All drawn by me :-)
Asher

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 208 11/10/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-10 23:23:31
Requisite Work 79

© Copyright 2004 A. C. Gmork Labyrinthian Kadran X. H.

In it’s face there were no eyes, only oily blackness; the lens surface of a pair of oversized, perfectly circular goggles. If there were eyes at all, by our feeble definition, what danger the outside world posed remained a mystery. Where it’s mouth would be was instead an octagonal cadmium red filter. A slight noxious vapor the color of jaundice would occasionally slip through and quickly dissipate into the cool air. Extending from the filter on either side in tendril like fashion were ribbed tubes carrying only imaginable fumes. Creeping over the presume cheeks, over where the ears would be, they found themselves bolted to holes in the back of the human shaped contraption. Crowning this otherwise leather enamored skull was a carapace of sharpened bone fused together with what appeared to be melted metal. The thorny crown’s sharpest points could easily pierce through the heart of any normal sized man.

This contraption, built by the neo-machine, was perhaps scariest of all the horrid creations riddling the walls and oubliettes. This creation was not of emergence from the ethereal vapors of the now familiar otherworldly tapestry, nor was it simply a distorted version of plant or beast. Rather it had become ultimately clear that this living phantasmagorial artifact was man transformed. Rippied from his home, this nameless soul had suffered a fate worse than the educated had feared. The neo-machine had not driven them to their own self-destruction, nor had it satisfied its cold and faceless bloodlust. Instead, these players in this dark and lonely cage of a game had held on to some life-force within themselves. Nothing had ever escaped the vacuous blackhole in the center of the system. Nothing. So it was with this frightening epiphany, this vicious realization, that Adam watched those looming lenses from the holding table.

The creature stared forward, beyond the fragile human body attached to the operating table. It’s fixed gaze gave indication only to the ominous forces for which it acted. Ever present, ever watching, and ever in control; the neo-machine made no mistakes. The fates of its hapless constitutents, its unnoticed and unhelped victims, were already set long before they had been conceived in the Earthly realm.

Two red shards of light illuminated the dusty air on either side of the figure. Steps resounded throughout the darkness as two additional creatures visibly joined the original. As if obeying an unspoken ritual they progressed in step twoards the holding table. Adam did not struggle for he had come to realize that it was pointless to resist. His possible cries for sympathy were inconsequential as no one would hear them. It was very systematic in its elimination of his freedoms. Now, the pathetic mass of helpless life known as Adam lay bare on the sacrificial holding table; forever last chained to the very creation he sought to understand.

Above him he could hear the descent of some sort of metallic chandalier. The three grotesquely humanoid creatures were at the head and sides of the table now. The one at the head, the original watchman, reached upwards with its gloved hand. Needles attached to tubular devices pierced each digit above the first knuckle. Adam knew these were responsible for creating the creature’s crushing and inhuman grip.

With an almost clumsy finesse the hand grabbed a black, plastic, ringed, flexible tube from the chandalier of devices and brought it down slowly. It cause a zipping sound to protrude into the atmosphere. Adam closed his eyes and prepared himself for the cacophany of dissonant measures of melodious noise to come. It enjoyed playing with sensations like that, a single one being able to trigger a wave of them like a bullet ripping through flesh; as if it had a childlike fascination with the resulting gore.

The creature pushed on Adam’s jaw with the palm of its hand. Adam instictively refused. With deliberation its hand move away. Then it shut Adam’s nose, pushing on each nostril with such severity that Adam was sure his nose would be broken. Although he had realized, and continued to know, that all resistance against the machine was futile, there was still a struggle within him. Two forces fought for his consciousness. The now emerging force was not unfamiliar as it was always there, below the surface of a smooth intellect. It was the body crying out and struggling for survival. It spit in the face of futility, it damned the shark infested waters, because it held on to a faith that somehow it was better than the environment from which it was born. That somehow, for some reason, it would be saved.

Adam had come to understand, after being inside, what none of the educated had seemed to grasp. Adam knew it was this very type of thinking, this very psychological existential reaction, that the machine wanted. It watched with consistency through every trial it had put him through, but Adam watched back. It was studying, that much Adam knew, but to what end was unknown. However long Adam wished to react, wished to escape, or wiched to live was how much longer that it could study him. These thouhts menacingly struggled with his bodies desire to survive.

Finally he had to breathe, the pain in this throat and lungs had become too much for Adam to think of anything else. As soon as his lips had parted the black hand pushed the tube down into his mouth. It continued to probe, causing him to swlaoow the large hose. Flames ran through his esophagus as the edges of the tube mercislessly dug through. By pure reflex his arms flexedd against the cuffs and chains which kept him to the table. He could feel the surface of the table begin to become cold, and so he braced himself as best he could for the next onslaught of sensation. He couldn’t have conceived what was to be this time. The creature on his right brandished a large syringe filled with a slimy neon-green gel. It squirted a bit out, then slowly inserted the large gauge needle into his victim’s right shoulder. Instantly the insertion point burned as if an acidic cleaning fluid was being poured into his veins. As the pressure at the insertion grew the burning irritation spread through Adam’s body via the blood stream until he could feel his own heart painfully beating. The creature on his left reached into the chandelier and pulled down another tube. The black rubber-gloved hand brought the ribbed tube down to Adam’s scrotum. With its other hand pulling the scrotum upwards, the guiding hand began to push the tube into Adam’s posterior orifice.

The fleshly pain Adam was experiencing was unlike any he had experienced before. He knew this was what the prostitutes must have felt like thwn they were being tortured by the serial killers he had studied. He also knew, unfortunately, forebodingly, that he was not going to die. With every new aspect that he learned he knew that he was that much farther from ever being able to escape. He could feel the tube traveling through his large intestinal tract, stopping at the transition to the small intestine. For a split-second there was a buzzing reververation in the air. It swooped in quickly and culminated in an electrical shock which arched from the stone cold table to the base of Adam’s spinal column. From the sheer measure of it, if Adam could have screamed he would have.

Adam became aware of a strange sensation afterwards in his groin. Liftins his head momentarily, he was able to see his penis becoming erect. The original watchman slammed his head back onto the stone, seemingly putting his full weight on Adam’s forehead.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 207 11/10/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-10 22:56:33
I can’t believe I’m posting this…

Me: So what do you know?
Me: I added Vash
DE9: That uhm… Drawn Together comes on in 13 minutes, you?
DE9: Cool.
Me: Things.
Me: Lots of things.
Me: Apparently (other name removed) thinks I have a ‘boytoy’.
Me: Heehee
DE9: (other name removed) thinks [edited]
Me: I’m just inviting (name removed) over for the weekend!
Me: I never said he didn’t have cause.
Me: Unfortunately I have to pick (name removed) up, no car, a student, needs a job [edited out].
Me: But he’s so smart and talented
DE9: O.o;
Me: I met somebody ‘smart’ [<lj user=”DE9″>], even by *ahem* my standards (not that you know I’m arrogant or anything )
DE9: I’m…happy for you o.o
Me: He’s from (location removed).
Me: And he sings classical opera!
Me: He speaks three languages, and has an english accent, and is 25.
Me: And he draws and is into multimedia production, and composes music.
Me: And Mage: The Ascension is his favorite game.
Me: Uncanny?
DE9: o.o
Me: LOL
DE9: So…where is (name removed) now?
Me: (location removed), Colorado.
Me: And I’ve met him in person.
Me: And it’s all true
Me: *swoons*
DE9: You.. are a dork lol
Me: Why?
Me: He works out too
Me: And he’s shaped like Ian.
Me: Which is cute
Me: And he says he’s falling for me hard
Me: Instead of me talking to him about projects, which I did a bit, he asked me to help him in his projects first.
Me: That’s a first.
DE9: O.o
Me: And he tells me I’m wonderful, and intelligent, and cute, and compliments me all the time! LOL
Me: You’re right
Me: I AM a dork!
DE9: yep yep I knew it O.o
Me: Knew that I was a dork?
DE9: Yep o.O
Me: It’s like… I finally found somebody with the veracity and mind that I’ve always wished existed… it’s almost like… I don’t know it’s weird.
Me: I tell him things and it’s like he understand what I’m talking about, like you guys do, like Amy does, like my family does. And more.
Me: And he’s GAY!
Me: The more I talk to him the more I want to talk to him.
Me: And he’s NOT online!
Me: *arrrrgh!*
Me: He can speak Spanish and French, with a Spanish and French accent. And he speaks french with me.
Me: And he likes my ideas, and my language, and wants to work on Mangy Wolf, and all my projects with me.
Me: And he’s furry
Me: And goes to Fur Cons and wants to take me along.
Me: And he says he’s fascinated by me and wants to get to know me really well, and go out on dates.
Me: *swoon*
Me: And he’s coming over this weekend and he’s going to be with me ALL weekend long
Me: So…
Me: How was your day?
Me: *laughs*
Me: I know you’re probably thinking “oh god shoot me now”
Me: But I’m just so… excited.
Me: It feels good for once.
Me: Goodnight.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 206 11/10/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-10 11:16:51

Well, I had hoped in vain that HumanaOne would cover me with a mental health waiver for my Bipolar, like I have seen them do for Depression. Unfortunately, Bipolar is an automatic decline. Depression is a possible waiver, possible decline on a case by case basis. The funny thing in my mind is here I am an insurance agent, and I’m going to become, somewhat by choice on December 1st, one of Colorado’s uninsured health-wise. I can only be covered by either CoverColorado (the state provided plan), or a group plan as a business-group-of-one, under an employer, or with my company with more than one employee.

Oh well. The cost of the prescriptions together is actually less than my co-pays and premium combined before anyway.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 205 11/8/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-08 10:31:30
I’d like to thank…

I’d like to thank all those who helped Amendment 36 pass in Colorado for reducing the political sway and influence my, and their, vote has in any future Presidential election. You have ensured that this country will actually be LESS of a democracy (EDIT NOTE: America is actually a Republic, not a democracy. I’m using democracy rather loosely in this sentence and am aware of it). Now if I want my vote to ‘count’ as much as others, I guess I’ll have to vote in another state, or move to a more populized area.

EDIT AGAIN:

I’m a doofus, I was confused and thought Amendment 36 passed, when in reality it did not.

So… in retrospect, I think I’ll just leave this up as a conversation piece because this is what I WOULD have said if it HAD passed. LOL

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 204 11/3/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-03 12:23:53
ASHER FOR PRESIDENT!

Bush: “… so that our children can live with freedom and in peace.”

That’s why I propose…

ASHER FOR PRESIDENT IN 2020!

I will be Independent and have no ‘party’ or ‘platform’, as those “lead to dogma which is another way to make a crowd filled with sheep instead of paying attention to individual merit and judgment.”

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 203 11/3/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-03 11:58:07

And now, we have another four years. It’ll be interesting to see what comes of this.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 202 11/1/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-11-01 00:05:28
Where were you on the night of October 31st?

Quietly controlling the world in the comfort of my living room.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 201 10/29/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-10-29 22:39:15

Calvin is in town again! W00t!

Did I just say W00T?

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 200 10/29/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-10-29 17:34:52

Meme taken from <lj user=”djcrimsonfox”> who took it from <lj user=”frostdemn”>

  1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet + Street you live on): Kelly 61
  2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food + Grandfather’s first name): Chips Lilburn
  3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + Favorite restaurant): Shining McDonald, wadda freak?
  4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot): Salt —- er, that died.
  5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied): Scarfoot Granby
  6. “FLY GUY” ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name): A.Ho — um, not right.
  7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen): M&M Orange
  8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School): Puppy MIddle Park — that’s a detective alias? [ED: Puppy Panther is more like it.]
  9. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink): Fries Gin & Tonic.
  10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived): Cain … um First?

Dang meme.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 199 10/29/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-10-29 14:36:39

I want to make a couple things clear. I don’t think I was in the right about my second to last post. I don’t care who was right or wrong, I was just saying what happened.

In my opinion, yes, I’d do it again, but I’m not planning to simply for the convenience not for the safety. Why? Because if I did it solely for safety, the stupid people ‘win’ in essence. Do you really want that?

That is all.

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 198 10/28/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-10-28 19:51:42

Well, fursuit trial day one. You have to realize, I have NO cooling unit in this thing, so it gets HOT. But that’s okay, I can handle that.

The middle school isn’t too far away, so I decided to walk with a short cut past the High School. Good idea? Bad Idea? I’m not really sure. However, I walked in front of the high school and there were several people tossing around a football. They said, “What the heck is that!?” Then of course, “Who are you? Who are you?” (The most asked question this evening. Of course, I don’t have a name, and I’m not about to take off my head, being fursuit etiquette and all) so I waved, opened and closed my jaw, looked nice, and kept walking. Well, then they threw the football at me. Didn’t hit me per se, so I played along and kicked it back. Then… they somewhat threw it at me again menacingly. There is no way I’m catching a football in a fursuit, I can’t do it out of a fursuit! So I started to just kind of back away. Next thing I know, one of them yells half-jokingly, “Get him!”

I’m not making this up.

So I start running towards the path around the track and football field which leads to the middle school. I stop for a moment, look behind me, and they’re still running! So I keep running! They are persistent enough until I get to the brown building, a good distance. Finally they turn back.

The event went great, I did the bowling booth. I handed out candy and everybody kept trying to guess who I was. I only had one middle schooler attempt to lift my mask. They all thought I was a teacher. Then those same group of high schoolers walked in. They hassled me, almost lifting my mask off this time, then they were escorted out. Aye aye aye.

So I start walking home. It’s dark at this point, and I’m navigating along pretty well given that the lenses have a proclivity to fog up real well. Good thing I know the roads and such like the back of my hand since I’ve lived here my whole life. Well, at the intersection of CR 61 and that other street (Amy, you know where I’m talking about) this white van pulls up with tinted windows. I’m thinking, oh boy…

Then there’s this girl giggling, and I hear, “Come here wolfie! Come here! Quick open the door!” This girl steps out and I wave at her and she waves back and she starts saying, “Who are you? Who are you?” (Honestly these people will have no idea who I am, I graduated out of their high school going on three-four years ago now) I point at myself, make a growling gesture like I’ve been doing, and she says, “The big bad wolf?” And I shrug my shoulders and put my hands up. Then this guy gets out and he says, “Who are you?” And I recognize him, I think. In fact, I think he’s with the other guys. So I start to walk away and wave my hand bye. Then, they start chasing me again. In the dark, on the side of the street. Yeah, great.

In all honesty, they probably would have got a hold of me, took my mask off, and said, “Who the fuck are you? Weirdo.” and left me alone, but I didn’t want to take a chance. They probably didn’t know what furry was, but worst case scenario up here they call me a fag and beat me up. Yeah, I like pain! (Note sarcasm). So I ran.

I avoid pretty well this car that wasn’t involved. Then this other car that must have recognized the first guy, or they’re just high school jerks, almost runs into me! He brakes of course, but I shout, “Holy fucking shit! That’s not funny!” I take off my head for a moment, and run, then put it back on. They ran after me all the way past the high school gates. Aye aye aye.

Finally I got home.

All I can say is… tomorrow I’m driving.

Current Mood: tired

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 197 10/27/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-10-27 00:22:27
Fursuit Done

Here are pictures of the fursuit pretty much done. The head came out a bit larger than I anticipated, and although you can’t see the booties and the tail in the pics they are there. I’ll get more pictures as it is put into use. I hope to wear it tomorrow somewhere like Grand Lake with Amy. So, Ta Da!

[Pictures in other post]

Asher

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Old ’00s Journal Entry 196 10/25/04

This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):

2004-10-25 12:15:48
Yiff, Snugs, Stabs, Snorts, and Videotape

Man, I wish I could draw. I really wish I could hunker down and just learn how to freaking draw. I have discovered the problem is more psychological than skill, although skill plays a large part. I just don’t have the mindset of an artist at the moment. Of an image artist that is. I see everything mathematically and metaphysically, and I spend so much time towards those efforts.

Hopefully, they’ll pay off and I can learn how to draw. I hope to have an answer to my prototype within a week and a half. From there… millions!

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