Well, I lived in Bountiful, Utah for eight years. I like South Park. So my version of it is 'Bountiful Park'. It is basically the working title. I drew up some sketches today. I've been thinking about this for days. I was able to successfully speed up my voice a week or two ago on the audacity sound program so my voice sounds like a South Park voice. It works pretty good. Here are some of the drawings I did.
Well, that's pretty much all the pictures I did for 'Bountiful Park' today. The pilot episode is called 'Temple of The False God'. Now all I have to do is write the script, or some dialogue, or something. I will just work in small chunks of it. No reason to do the whole thing all at once. It would take me forever.
Basically, the show takes place in Bountiful, Utah. I'll have to create a fictional family for the character mostly based on me, since my family does not like me to do anything about them in my art. I don't know why, it's just funny. I would kill for them to make shit about me, but they aren't into it, or they are into their own thing, I don't know. I can't worry about it anymore about what they do or not do. None of my business at this point anyhow. I don't even have the energy to care. Anyway.
I want to have a scene where it shows a packed station wagon with parents and kids driving from L.A. to Utah. The scene will take about 45 seconds to a minute.
I guess my character's name could be David, or Darren. Something like that.
There is a part in the episode where the Mormons build the Helsinki, Finland temple, but the ancient Viking Warlords come back from the dead to burn the Mormon temple down because they don't want that shit on their land. Ever.
I also want to have a scene where I am in church, sitting there in sacrament meeting, and I turn around, and see all these green zombie creatures like in 'They Live' sitting behind me. That kind of happened to me when I was 16.
Even just what I wrote so far should keep me busy for a while. I'm going to do an audio track and storyboards, and worry about the animation later. I can do limited animation, that works just fine.
Well, that's all that is in my brain right now about this subject.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wow, I made my first dollar from this blog.
According to the monetize numbers, I've made $1.01. The theory is when I get it to $10.00, Google will send me a check.
Well, at the rate I am going at, with it taking about a year to make that first dollar, in about nine years I will get that ten dollar check. That isn't very good. I'll be dead by then, a skeleton at my computer just waiting.
I wish I could get a penny for every hit I get on youtube. That would help me out a lot. I guess people who are youtube partners, or who have approved accounts, are making some money. I like to make music videos using music I like, so I doubt I will ever get paid for any youtube stuff, since half my stuff uses copyrighted musical material. Oh well. I'm having fun, which is all I care about, but if I pull my head out of my ass, maybe I can make some money so I can live.
Just the fact that I heard that a guy was making $24,000 a year off his blog should encourage me to write on this thing every day. It is possible. That is a good thing. I would much rather just work on my blog than ever go to a fucking goddamn job ever again.
My current job is a waste of time, which doesn't pay me enough to live on. So not only do I not get to do my creative work when I am on the job, there is also the come down time after work, where I have to recover my head before I can get into my artistic mode again. The whole process is draining. I do like working at the ball park from time to time, it isn't all bad, there are some benefits, but it is kind of a detour for what I want to be doing at this time of my life.
So, I will keep going, and see what happens. Wish me luck. I am just trying to survive in this world, and I'm not doing a very good job at it. Not yet anyhow. I'm trying, I'm trying, but not necessarily doing. Eeeek. Egads.
I have to get it together. Can't. hahaha.
Well, at the rate I am going at, with it taking about a year to make that first dollar, in about nine years I will get that ten dollar check. That isn't very good. I'll be dead by then, a skeleton at my computer just waiting.
I wish I could get a penny for every hit I get on youtube. That would help me out a lot. I guess people who are youtube partners, or who have approved accounts, are making some money. I like to make music videos using music I like, so I doubt I will ever get paid for any youtube stuff, since half my stuff uses copyrighted musical material. Oh well. I'm having fun, which is all I care about, but if I pull my head out of my ass, maybe I can make some money so I can live.
Just the fact that I heard that a guy was making $24,000 a year off his blog should encourage me to write on this thing every day. It is possible. That is a good thing. I would much rather just work on my blog than ever go to a fucking goddamn job ever again.
My current job is a waste of time, which doesn't pay me enough to live on. So not only do I not get to do my creative work when I am on the job, there is also the come down time after work, where I have to recover my head before I can get into my artistic mode again. The whole process is draining. I do like working at the ball park from time to time, it isn't all bad, there are some benefits, but it is kind of a detour for what I want to be doing at this time of my life.
So, I will keep going, and see what happens. Wish me luck. I am just trying to survive in this world, and I'm not doing a very good job at it. Not yet anyhow. I'm trying, I'm trying, but not necessarily doing. Eeeek. Egads.
I have to get it together. Can't. hahaha.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Bauvyenaya Bukowski aka 'Bauvy'
She is nine years old. I started this character in 2002. Though she is only level 62, which isn't very good, she has plans of leveling up.
Basically, I had to work a lot and didn't have time to play games, so that's why it's taken me so long.
She just joined the guild, 'Mark of Redemption' last night. I guess my old guild kicked me out since I was never on.
Bauvy is a rogue. She's wearing an outfit that somebody I know got me a long time ago.
'Bauvy' is the name I use for my Twitter site.
Her last name I gave her in honor of Charles Bukowski. I imagined that Charles would want to fuck this broad.
Basically, I had to work a lot and didn't have time to play games, so that's why it's taken me so long.
She just joined the guild, 'Mark of Redemption' last night. I guess my old guild kicked me out since I was never on.
Bauvy is a rogue. She's wearing an outfit that somebody I know got me a long time ago.
'Bauvy' is the name I use for my Twitter site.
Her last name I gave her in honor of Charles Bukowski. I imagined that Charles would want to fuck this broad.
My Afternoon Coffee Shop Experience
Well, it was a good time. The coffee was good. I enjoyed sitting in the sun, and feeling the warmth.
Events that occurred while I was there included Crazy Crackhead Women on Speed coming into the cafe and banging on the glass front door, three gay boys talking about relationships and jobs, and girl in a black dress sitting across from me and she flashed me her beave when she was leaving, but I don't know if it was intentional. Then there was The Creepster Tattoo Face He/She commanding the outdoor table with his/her friend "Nosy Woman who wears glasses so she can look and see what other people are doing without being noticed". Also, 'Guy who wears nice clothes and picks cigarettes off the ground all day long' made an appearance.
Near the end of my session I met a nice lady who was giving somebody a French lesson. She was curious about the wire and tape animals I was working on, and just wanted to say 'hi'. That was nice of her. She was kind of cute, too.
San Francisco is a pretty amazing town, filled with freaks from around the world. I've thought recently that even in this city of freaks, I barely fit in.
I guess the story that sums up San Francisco the best is what somebody told me about the flashing light on top of The Transamerica Building.
"It's actually a beacon calling all the freaks of the world to San Francisco."
Events that occurred while I was there included Crazy Crackhead Women on Speed coming into the cafe and banging on the glass front door, three gay boys talking about relationships and jobs, and girl in a black dress sitting across from me and she flashed me her beave when she was leaving, but I don't know if it was intentional. Then there was The Creepster Tattoo Face He/She commanding the outdoor table with his/her friend "Nosy Woman who wears glasses so she can look and see what other people are doing without being noticed". Also, 'Guy who wears nice clothes and picks cigarettes off the ground all day long' made an appearance.
Near the end of my session I met a nice lady who was giving somebody a French lesson. She was curious about the wire and tape animals I was working on, and just wanted to say 'hi'. That was nice of her. She was kind of cute, too.
San Francisco is a pretty amazing town, filled with freaks from around the world. I've thought recently that even in this city of freaks, I barely fit in.
I guess the story that sums up San Francisco the best is what somebody told me about the flashing light on top of The Transamerica Building.
"It's actually a beacon calling all the freaks of the world to San Francisco."
I have missed a lot of recent opportunities to blog lately.
A lot of times, I'll be sitting there playing a video game, and the thought will strike me that I should be writing a blog entry.
This has happened often.
Right in the middle of combat on 'Lord of The Rings Online', 'EverQuest', or 'Star Wars Galaxies', I'll be trying to get some xp to level up my character, and a little voice in my head will say, "You could be writing a blog entry right now."
Well, it is the same voice that prompts me to write in my sketchbook or notepad. It is very insistent. I've written so much over the years, mostly to no avail, anyway, the voice says to me basically, "If you start writing right now, some things will come out of your head that you have never even thought of before! You should write right now!!"
Well, you can't write every moment of the day, and often the voice that tells me to write has no consideration for what I am currently doing. So, I either have to listen to the voice, and succumb to it, or ignore it.
Add to this the voice in my head that tells me to draw. I don't know if it is the same voice that tells me to write. Anyway...
Well, it is more of a prompting. It is a line of dialogue that pops into my mind, and this can happen at any moment.
With the drawing, usually it is a woman, or the sight of one that gets me to draw.
Words can't describe sometimes the subtle differences from woman to woman. The only way to confront the image of a sizzling hot babe is to draw her. Sometimes not even a camera can capture the essence. Sometimes a pencil is the best way to get the vibe. The photograph often just shows what the girl looks like, not what she feels like when you see her. Then you see the photo and you feel nothing. Often the form looks flat if the lighting isn't right. Sometimes I have photographed a girl's butt, and then when I look at the photo, it looks all flat, but when I saw it in real life, it looked like the greatest sticky-out butt I had ever seen. So when I see the curves, and the fleshy goodness of an attractive woman, and then the photo looks like she was made of cardboard, I am disappointed. With a pencil, I can easily put in the lights and darks pretty fast to show the form.
I've spent many years in coffee shops, bars, and various locales, pouring out my soul on the page. For what, I don't know. Anyway, what I'm trying to do every time I sit down to write is to get the contents that are in my head out onto the page. Then I can worry later if what I wrote is any good or not.
Lately, I haven't bothered to blog, because, well, I haven't felt that anybody cared or not. It seemed pointless to write for an audience that wasn't there, or had no interest in what I was doing. With all the things going on in the world, why should I expect anyone to read what I write?
Well, lately, I didn't feel as if anybody was reading this blog. Maybe they still aren't. I can't tell. I have 2800 or so hits on this thing now. I've made 90 cents, according to my adsense account. I won't be going out to dinner anytime soon with these wonderful earnings. Maybe someday I will, who knows? It would be cool to make a living from blogging. I heard about a guy who made $24,000 in one year from a blog. It probably took him more than a couple of years to build an audience. I'm not sure about all the things that happen in the blog world, if they are true or not, or what is happening, or what have you.
Anyway, I had a good, but tough yoga class today. It was excruciating in a couple of poses. Not easy. My arms were aching. Anyway, I took my dog to the financial district today, and hung out with him while I drew at the outdoor office.
This photo I took while at the coffee shop yesterday. I like the lighting, and the shadows.
Anyhow, it was the debut of this dog in the financial district. A couple of people saw it. Maybe I will get a sale one of these days. The people in that area can afford it, I know that. They seem all set up.
Just because I am thinking about it at this very moment....you know where I got a recent upgrade on my typing skills? A mini-game called 'Star Typer' on Clone Wars Adventures. It is a typing game, and I don't have to look at my hands anymore to type. I know where the keys are, so I can type faster and with more accuracy. It made typing fun, so I was able to relearn some typing skills that I had forgotten. Anyway...
It is important that I try and sell a wire dog or cat every day if I can. I need the money. I want to make my life better. There are certain things I need that only money can buy. I'm tired of just making it through every month. I need some bonus play money, so I can further my life and my career. Plus, art materials ain't cheap. Neither is the education I got that I still need to pay for....eeek.
Anyway, here is what popped out of my head. I'm sure this blog entry needs some editing or rethinking. I'm too close to it now. Editing occurs later. I did what I could, but only time helps certain editing decisions for a piece of writing.
I like to write about writing. I like to show my art. I like to write about things that happen to me on a daily basis. I like to write about people I know, but I don't really do that on this blog much, because well, people don't like to be written about. I'm going to have to come up with some fictional characters or something to describe what I feel. It's all so complicated.
I do want to write about my family, but they don't want that. I don't know why, it is good advertising for them, haha.
I have a story I would like to write about, but the person would probably freak out, so there is no point in writing about this person.
Some things I write stay in my sketchbooks. I guess my unpublished material will be discovered after I am dead, haha. I doubt if anybody will care then, because they definitely could give a shit about what I do now. haha.
Anyhow, I was thinking of going to the coffeeshop again. I feel like getting really caffeinated today. It's my last day off before a ten day run of work. ( ugh )
Sometimes, most of the time, I feel jobs are a waste of time.
This has happened often.
Right in the middle of combat on 'Lord of The Rings Online', 'EverQuest', or 'Star Wars Galaxies', I'll be trying to get some xp to level up my character, and a little voice in my head will say, "You could be writing a blog entry right now."
Well, it is the same voice that prompts me to write in my sketchbook or notepad. It is very insistent. I've written so much over the years, mostly to no avail, anyway, the voice says to me basically, "If you start writing right now, some things will come out of your head that you have never even thought of before! You should write right now!!"
Well, you can't write every moment of the day, and often the voice that tells me to write has no consideration for what I am currently doing. So, I either have to listen to the voice, and succumb to it, or ignore it.
Add to this the voice in my head that tells me to draw. I don't know if it is the same voice that tells me to write. Anyway...
Well, it is more of a prompting. It is a line of dialogue that pops into my mind, and this can happen at any moment.
With the drawing, usually it is a woman, or the sight of one that gets me to draw.
Words can't describe sometimes the subtle differences from woman to woman. The only way to confront the image of a sizzling hot babe is to draw her. Sometimes not even a camera can capture the essence. Sometimes a pencil is the best way to get the vibe. The photograph often just shows what the girl looks like, not what she feels like when you see her. Then you see the photo and you feel nothing. Often the form looks flat if the lighting isn't right. Sometimes I have photographed a girl's butt, and then when I look at the photo, it looks all flat, but when I saw it in real life, it looked like the greatest sticky-out butt I had ever seen. So when I see the curves, and the fleshy goodness of an attractive woman, and then the photo looks like she was made of cardboard, I am disappointed. With a pencil, I can easily put in the lights and darks pretty fast to show the form.
I've spent many years in coffee shops, bars, and various locales, pouring out my soul on the page. For what, I don't know. Anyway, what I'm trying to do every time I sit down to write is to get the contents that are in my head out onto the page. Then I can worry later if what I wrote is any good or not.
Lately, I haven't bothered to blog, because, well, I haven't felt that anybody cared or not. It seemed pointless to write for an audience that wasn't there, or had no interest in what I was doing. With all the things going on in the world, why should I expect anyone to read what I write?
Well, lately, I didn't feel as if anybody was reading this blog. Maybe they still aren't. I can't tell. I have 2800 or so hits on this thing now. I've made 90 cents, according to my adsense account. I won't be going out to dinner anytime soon with these wonderful earnings. Maybe someday I will, who knows? It would be cool to make a living from blogging. I heard about a guy who made $24,000 in one year from a blog. It probably took him more than a couple of years to build an audience. I'm not sure about all the things that happen in the blog world, if they are true or not, or what is happening, or what have you.
Anyway, I had a good, but tough yoga class today. It was excruciating in a couple of poses. Not easy. My arms were aching. Anyway, I took my dog to the financial district today, and hung out with him while I drew at the outdoor office.
This photo I took while at the coffee shop yesterday. I like the lighting, and the shadows.
Anyhow, it was the debut of this dog in the financial district. A couple of people saw it. Maybe I will get a sale one of these days. The people in that area can afford it, I know that. They seem all set up.
Just because I am thinking about it at this very moment....you know where I got a recent upgrade on my typing skills? A mini-game called 'Star Typer' on Clone Wars Adventures. It is a typing game, and I don't have to look at my hands anymore to type. I know where the keys are, so I can type faster and with more accuracy. It made typing fun, so I was able to relearn some typing skills that I had forgotten. Anyway...
It is important that I try and sell a wire dog or cat every day if I can. I need the money. I want to make my life better. There are certain things I need that only money can buy. I'm tired of just making it through every month. I need some bonus play money, so I can further my life and my career. Plus, art materials ain't cheap. Neither is the education I got that I still need to pay for....eeek.
Anyway, here is what popped out of my head. I'm sure this blog entry needs some editing or rethinking. I'm too close to it now. Editing occurs later. I did what I could, but only time helps certain editing decisions for a piece of writing.
I like to write about writing. I like to show my art. I like to write about things that happen to me on a daily basis. I like to write about people I know, but I don't really do that on this blog much, because well, people don't like to be written about. I'm going to have to come up with some fictional characters or something to describe what I feel. It's all so complicated.
I do want to write about my family, but they don't want that. I don't know why, it is good advertising for them, haha.
I have a story I would like to write about, but the person would probably freak out, so there is no point in writing about this person.
Some things I write stay in my sketchbooks. I guess my unpublished material will be discovered after I am dead, haha. I doubt if anybody will care then, because they definitely could give a shit about what I do now. haha.
Anyhow, I was thinking of going to the coffeeshop again. I feel like getting really caffeinated today. It's my last day off before a ten day run of work. ( ugh )
Sometimes, most of the time, I feel jobs are a waste of time.
Matt_and_Dave_Studios
Basically, my brother Matt and I started this business. I like to draw, and he likes to computer color the drawings. We also do graphic design, and we like to do stuff for animation. Matt knows how to build websites, and do other things on the computer. We both like video games. Anyway, we'll see where it all goes.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Wire Dogs
Well, the dog on the far left I sold for $50 yesterday. A larger dog made out of thicker wire sold for $100 last week. That's $150 off of two sculptures. That is some pretty good scratch. Beats working.
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