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koko wa shiroi yami no naka
Well, my paid account finally expired, but... I'm really surprised. The two non-default icons it let me keep are two of my personal favorites. <3 I'm not too worried about renewing yet---I can deal until I finally finish my new layout, and then... yeah. Besides, I still need to get Nancy her birthday present and I've been craving the next GetBackers DVD, so money must be rationed! (Should be able to put some money aside by next week. X3)
I really want to draw more and more and um practice. Want to actually start a manga/fanmanga thing and STICK with it--gonna try that with the one I started a couple days ago---not show it to anyone, (at least not on the internet), until I have the first scene at least done. Yeah. ::Concentration.::
OH, RIGHT. Okay. So. Court, Andrew, and I were all hanging out at my house towards the beginning of Spring Break one night, taking advantage of my new wireless internet and ripping a helluva lotta stuff between my and Drew's computer, and Court was on ebay and she was like OMFG and I was like WAT and she was like OMFG so I went over to look aaaannddd....
There on thine Cidspants screen was doujinshi. And it was good art doujinshi. And it was Midvalley/Wolfwood doujinshi. And Knives/Legato doujinshi. And it was ENGLISH DOUJINSHI.
Needless to say, we were reduced to jelly and bought it on the spot---it was fate, most likely, seeing as the moment we began begging Andrew for a loan, Money by Pink Floyd came up on shuffle, (making for unstoppable giggling), and the next morning, my mom found that my estranged grandmother had randomly sent me twenty dollars for Easter. SCORE. It was thirteen dollars including shipping, people. Thirteen DOLLARS. Me and Court split the cost and, after much waiting, we walked up to my mail yesterday, I picked out a package from the mail and gave her a look that said OMG PR0N HAS COMETH.
And it was wonderful. And well-drawn. And badly-written. And disturbing. And distributed from TEXAS, apparently. So. So. Wonderful. Probably won't scan much at all, since it IS American and it's not like the Japanese doujinshi Nazis who make a KILLING off of us through ebay, but.... omg.
It actually didn't have TOO much totally unnecessary pr0n, (BUT LORD WAS THE PR0N UNNECESSARY WTF), but overall, yeah. Total doujinshi. XD
.....Arrr.
The second smallest measurement of time in the universe is the time it takes for Court and Erin to shove a doujinshi under a blanket, pick up two manga, and flip to a random page convincingly just as Erin's mother enters the room.
The first is the amount of time between someone starting up a car and my brother asking them to turn on the air conditioning.
I really want to draw more and more and um practice. Want to actually start a manga/fanmanga thing and STICK with it--gonna try that with the one I started a couple days ago---not show it to anyone, (at least not on the internet), until I have the first scene at least done. Yeah. ::Concentration.::
OH, RIGHT. Okay. So. Court, Andrew, and I were all hanging out at my house towards the beginning of Spring Break one night, taking advantage of my new wireless internet and ripping a helluva lotta stuff between my and Drew's computer, and Court was on ebay and she was like OMFG and I was like WAT and she was like OMFG so I went over to look aaaannddd....
There on thine Cidspants screen was doujinshi. And it was good art doujinshi. And it was Midvalley/Wolfwood doujinshi. And Knives/Legato doujinshi. And it was ENGLISH DOUJINSHI.
Needless to say, we were reduced to jelly and bought it on the spot---it was fate, most likely, seeing as the moment we began begging Andrew for a loan, Money by Pink Floyd came up on shuffle, (making for unstoppable giggling), and the next morning, my mom found that my estranged grandmother had randomly sent me twenty dollars for Easter. SCORE. It was thirteen dollars including shipping, people. Thirteen DOLLARS. Me and Court split the cost and, after much waiting, we walked up to my mail yesterday, I picked out a package from the mail and gave her a look that said OMG PR0N HAS COMETH.
And it was wonderful. And well-drawn. And badly-written. And disturbing. And distributed from TEXAS, apparently. So. So. Wonderful. Probably won't scan much at all, since it IS American and it's not like the Japanese doujinshi Nazis who make a KILLING off of us through ebay, but.... omg.
It actually didn't have TOO much totally unnecessary pr0n, (BUT LORD WAS THE PR0N UNNECESSARY WTF), but overall, yeah. Total doujinshi. XD
.....Arrr.
The second smallest measurement of time in the universe is the time it takes for Court and Erin to shove a doujinshi under a blanket, pick up two manga, and flip to a random page convincingly just as Erin's mother enters the room.
The first is the amount of time between someone starting up a car and my brother asking them to turn on the air conditioning.