Stupid Picture UPDATE!

i drew this at about 10 this morning. i only went to that class to turn in the paper that was due, so i was trying my best to ignore the brain-damaged grad student who was rambling stream of consciousness and alternating between cajolery and subterfuge in her failed attempts to ellicit a response from any of us.
anyway, this.

what i drew just now

this.

Rip the System

i've had all morning to think about it, and here's what i've come up with.
you should break shit.
America is fucked. You can't fix it, and neither can i and neither can they. unless (like magic!) everything changes a whole lot very quickly, we're doomed to ride this shit out as it collapses under it own weight, and trying to fix stuff too hard is futile. therefore
we're in the damage control phase, now. the objective now is to knock the fucker down as fast as possible, and to try to cushion the landing as best we can, so that people don't get hurt as bad.
so rip the fucking system.

boringest excitement

didn't draw anything in class today, coz i had to sit in a courtroom in llano this morning instead. rather, i had to wake up at 6, drive to south austin with dad, drive to llano with dad and a lawyer, sit in a courtroom and freeze, then drive back to austin. instead of sitting in class and listen to people talk, i sat in a car and a redneck court and listened to people talk. it was a drag, since i couldn't draw, but it was somewhat educational.
i learned:
-that while i can in no way pretend to not be a freak, i can pass for a friendly, congenial, harmless kind of freak.
-that our lawyer is a very nice, liberal, bigoted asshole, and probably a fairly useful cog in the machine to have on your side.
-what the significance is of a judge deciding to forgo reading of the docket. i asked the lawyer and he just defined the words for me, which i already knew, so i watched what was going on and determined that the significance is this: none whatsoever. the lawyer verified this.
-that lawyers are often late.
-that the woodwork and trim details in the llano county courthouse piss me off.
-that i like talking to construction workers more than the other people i met today, even though i have nothing in common with either of them.

i also learned that people don't have alot to say to me, even when i try to talk to them.

Another doodle

i didn't draw this today, but rather during a lecture a few weeks ago, but I liked it, and didn't have class today what with it being Good Friday and suchlike, so here you go.
There.

Drawing Instead of Listening

so here's what i drew in class in class today.
One Spool Industrial Strength TeethRibbon
NoseCreature Smoking

I figured I'd start sticking the crap I doodle in lectures up here to amuse and alarm you. Keep in mind this is shit I drew while sitting in a tiny fold-up desk and listening to some prof ramble about the Cold War or mortality rates of second generation immigrants or the sociological impact of sheepherding or something. In other words, however much you may think it sucks, I probably think it sucks alot more.
Enjoy.

p.s. comments are encouraged, abuse will be tolerated but may be returned.

Tip for the Day:

Popples are now an endangered species. If you see one, do not attempt to trap it.

Shit Day

I was sitting on the porch a few minutes ago, and something fell on my head.
I should back up. This morning, I woke up first when they started digging a pit in the street about 50 yards from my house, and second when Stefanie, who felt crappy, came to lay down and feel crappy with me. The third time, I got up, put on my boots and smoked my penultimate cigarette as I walked past the traffic snarls and jackhammers to class. Campus was full of wandering and inpenetrable crows who had shown up for the immigration rally and made it impossible to get anywhere. There were also a great many itchy-looking pigs in attendance. I got to class just in time to sit next to Chubby Dude Who Keeps Looking At Me, and discover that we were all preparing to pack up and go watch the rally. I smoked my last cigarette while I wandered around and looked at stuff in a less swine-infested area until my next class, at which point something horrible and sharp lodged in my left eye and refused to leave for the several minutes of agonized and half-blind weaving through the swarms of people leaving class in Burdine until I reached the bathroom, where it simply vanished without my further intervention, presumably to taunt me. During the lecture, which was about the Cold War and also depressing, I commited several pen and ink-related atrocities in my sketchbook, of which I am not proud and will speak no further.
I got home just as some guy with a green van instigated a game of musical cars, and I have nothing to smoke. Eventually the dumptruck fun subsided adequately for me to go purchase some cigarettes (another small ordeal in its own right). I take a break at this point to smoke some of them, and talk to Stefanie. I declare the day shitty, and resolve to approach it as such henceforth, hopefully to the better. The dumptrucks return, so we go out to watch. It was after they left, as I was smoking my cigarette, when something landed on my head.
It could have been anything; a leaf, a twig, a clump of godawful pollen. For some reason, though, I knew it was bird shit. And I was right. Stefanie laughed. I took the last two drags off my cigarette and then a shower.
I find myself wondering. If I'd known it was, for example, a funky green catepillar, would I have been right? And if I hadn't already informed the day of my stance on its conduct towards me, would I have been more inclined to have picked something other than shit?
In other words, did I bring this upon myself directly, or did I just ask for it?

Looks like burning

so if fire it just extremely rapid exothermic oxidation, maintained as a chain reaction by the abundance of oxygen in the atmosphere, wouldn't that mean that any chemical reaction that required some heat to trigger, and which produced enough heat to maintain itself, in the presence of whatever chemicals we're talking about in a free and usable form, would create a fire-like thing without requiring oxygen?
I don't know enough chemistry, here, but fire's a favorite subject of mine, so if anyone can fill me in, please do. Can there be anaerobic fire?

Hey yo, Lera!

what's up, eh?

Sociological Prophesitude

reference: Anomie

If you're wondering, here's what's up in America, right now and in the future.
Brief history: Gen-Xers where on the front end of the anomie wave in the early 90s, reacting to the tech bubble (both economic and social change) and turned to yuppyistic materialism and crap they liked as kids in the 80s for comfort. Next came my generation, banally yet appropriately label Generation Y (for Why do we even bother?) which is aquainted with the idea of not suffering anomie, ennui, weltschmertz and alot of other funky disorders for which no English word exists, but only if we hang out with the older crowd.
So right now, in the post-War on Drugs, post-Columbine, post-9/11, post-War on Terror authoritarian fear-orgy and downturning economic environment of America today, we have what I like to call the Hopeless Generation.
It is my belief that if things continue in anything like the present manner, in ten to twenty years the American youth will be composed primarily of dissatisfied, disenfranchised, self-destructive, self-centered, nonproductive, unhealthy and maladjusted misfits. Most of them will find it easiest to just fit into the sytem, so things will deteriorate pretty slowly at first, but as the baby-boomers retire and authority is handed down, the shit will be propelled rapidly fanward and we should hope to have found adequate cover in time.

This bleak vision of America's future was brought to you by the color green.

Quote of the Day:

"Well, it's... in a baggie."
-Lera

What I Did Today

Made this. Out of stuff I found in the backyard.
....referring specifically to the easel, not the other things in the picture which i made.
(to be fair, the hinges were found stashed under the house.)