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Showing posts with label rlc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rlc. Show all posts
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Why Even Bother Lying?
Hypothetical Person: Jon, you never draw Rachael Leigh Cook anymore.
Me: You're a liar. Why would you even tell a lie that's so easily proven to be a lie?
Me: You're a liar. Why would you even tell a lie that's so easily proven to be a lie?
Sunday, April 18, 2010
It's All Lies
You: Hey Jon, you haven't drawn a picture of Rachael Leigh Cook recently.
Me: You're a filthy liar.
Me: I mean, why would you even lie about something like that? What do you stand to gain from it? Are you just the kind of person who has to tell lies about others just to feel good about yourself? That's pretty low.
You: Well...your attempt at mimicking the style of Adam Hughes is flawed at best.
Me: Touché.
Me: You're a filthy liar.
Me: I mean, why would you even lie about something like that? What do you stand to gain from it? Are you just the kind of person who has to tell lies about others just to feel good about yourself? That's pretty low.
You: Well...your attempt at mimicking the style of Adam Hughes is flawed at best.
Me: Touché.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Hit And Run Post
Just a few random thoughts...
After getting 8 hours of sleep Saturday night, plus a 2 hour nap yesterday afternoon, and 9 hours of sleep last night, I have no business being tired today. And yet...
***
Yesterday I thought about drawing a picture of Rachael Leigh Cook, so I sifted through the pictures of her that I have in search of a suitable one to work with. One picture I found was from some magazine interview in which she was quoted as saying, "I'm not small; I'm space-efficient." After reading that, I said, "No, what you are is adorable. In fact, I want to adore your brains out."
***
I did actually start on a picture of RLC, but rather than going the traditional fully-painted portrait route I decided to go for a totally freehand pencil and ink sketch. As I told Scott today, after working on it for a while, I titled the (unfinished) picture "How to Totally Jack Up Your Wrist."
I explained that I meant that all of the hatching and cross-hatching involved in the sketch was painful, not that I was doing something unsavory. Scott responded, "Is that what we're calling it now? Have you been furiously 'hatching and cross-hatching' a lot lately? Don't answer that."
He made himself - and me - lol.
***
While walking behind someone today at work, I was listening to the sound of my keys, change, and pocket knife loudly rattling around in my pocket, and I thought, "Worst. Ninja. Ever."
***
To all of the school-age children of Loudoun County: getting off the damn bus should not take that long. If it takes you more than one minute, you should probably be riding on a shorter bus.
***
Some additions to the "is not equal to" list:
defiantly != definitely (and note that it is "definite" and "definitely," not "definate" and "definately")
and similarly...
infinate != infinite
seperate != separate
and finally...
tomarrow != tomorrow
***
Okay, that's it. I'lldefiantly definately prolly probably post something more substantial tomarrow tomorrow.
After getting 8 hours of sleep Saturday night, plus a 2 hour nap yesterday afternoon, and 9 hours of sleep last night, I have no business being tired today. And yet...
***
Yesterday I thought about drawing a picture of Rachael Leigh Cook, so I sifted through the pictures of her that I have in search of a suitable one to work with. One picture I found was from some magazine interview in which she was quoted as saying, "I'm not small; I'm space-efficient." After reading that, I said, "No, what you are is adorable. In fact, I want to adore your brains out."
***
I did actually start on a picture of RLC, but rather than going the traditional fully-painted portrait route I decided to go for a totally freehand pencil and ink sketch. As I told Scott today, after working on it for a while, I titled the (unfinished) picture "How to Totally Jack Up Your Wrist."
I explained that I meant that all of the hatching and cross-hatching involved in the sketch was painful, not that I was doing something unsavory. Scott responded, "Is that what we're calling it now? Have you been furiously 'hatching and cross-hatching' a lot lately? Don't answer that."
He made himself - and me - lol.
***
While walking behind someone today at work, I was listening to the sound of my keys, change, and pocket knife loudly rattling around in my pocket, and I thought, "Worst. Ninja. Ever."
***
To all of the school-age children of Loudoun County: getting off the damn bus should not take that long. If it takes you more than one minute, you should probably be riding on a shorter bus.
***
Some additions to the "is not equal to" list:
defiantly != definitely (and note that it is "definite" and "definitely," not "definate" and "definately")
and similarly...
infinate != infinite
seperate != separate
and finally...
tomarrow != tomorrow
***
Okay, that's it. I'll
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
No Rest For The Wicked
My long weekend threw my sleep patterns even further out of whack, leading to a lot of tossing and turning last night, which I suspect will lead to an early bedtime tonight.
It didn't take long to get back into the routine, though I did forget - until I spotted the first one of the day - that school buses would be back on the road.
I didn't get stuck behind one this morning, but I did get stopped by one on my way home.
School buses: further evidence that kids ruin everything.
(I kid, I kid. I kid about the kids.)
In a comment on my previous post, Scott had the following to say about RLC:
She wants me. You can tell by the look in her eyes.
He was right, as this enlarged and enhanced image reveals:
Of course, he'll have to fight his way through Stacy, me, and RLC's husband in order to give her what she wants.
Speaking of her husband, he played the character of John Jameson in Spider-Man 2. In the comics, John Jameson eventually transformed into a kind of werewolf known alternatively as Man-Wolf and Star-God.
As can be seen in the picture below, his transformation seems to be well underway:
Well Scott, she seems to be okay with beards, so you've got that going for you.
It didn't take long to get back into the routine, though I did forget - until I spotted the first one of the day - that school buses would be back on the road.
I didn't get stuck behind one this morning, but I did get stopped by one on my way home.
School buses: further evidence that kids ruin everything.
(I kid, I kid. I kid about the kids.)
In a comment on my previous post, Scott had the following to say about RLC:
She wants me. You can tell by the look in her eyes.
He was right, as this enlarged and enhanced image reveals:
Of course, he'll have to fight his way through Stacy, me, and RLC's husband in order to give her what she wants.
Speaking of her husband, he played the character of John Jameson in Spider-Man 2. In the comics, John Jameson eventually transformed into a kind of werewolf known alternatively as Man-Wolf and Star-God.
As can be seen in the picture below, his transformation seems to be well underway:
Well Scott, she seems to be okay with beards, so you've got that going for you.
Monday, September 01, 2008
The Only Constant
I haven't done a picture of Rachael Leigh Cook for quite a while, but they say that change is the only constant, so there you go...
Monday, December 03, 2007
Oh I Wish...
If you look over to the right and scroll down past the archives you'll see a link to my Amazon Wish List.
Much of it consists of things that no one would ever buy for me, but some items are affordable.
Just in case you feel inclined to give a gift to the humble blogger who gives you the gift of joy so often...
Oh, and just because Danielle Panabaker, Scarlett Johansson, RLC, Carla Gugino, and a host of other lovely ladies aren't on the list, that doesn't mean I won't accept them as gifts, should you be in the position to provide them (Universe, I'm looking at you), or actually be them.
Much of it consists of things that no one would ever buy for me, but some items are affordable.
Just in case you feel inclined to give a gift to the humble blogger who gives you the gift of joy so often...
Oh, and just because Danielle Panabaker, Scarlett Johansson, RLC, Carla Gugino, and a host of other lovely ladies aren't on the list, that doesn't mean I won't accept them as gifts, should you be in the position to provide them (Universe, I'm looking at you), or actually be them.
Friday, November 30, 2007
The Sky Is Still Blue
So I’m not terribly despondent over being shot down, as that would be like going to bed one night hoping that in the morning the sky would be plaid and then getting depressed upon waking to find that it’s still blue.
Getting shot down was a foregone conclusion is my point.
Overall it was relatively painless, though there was one thing that was kind of bothersome.
When she said that she didn’t think it would be appropriate given her position, I rebutted that, since I’ve found employment without her company’s services, it seemed to me that there was no real conflict and that I figured it was worth taking a shot anyway.
Her response was to say, “Awww” in exactly the manner in which one would do so upon seeing a puppy perform a cute trick. It just felt strangely demeaning, as if she were saying, “Oh, look at him trying to use logic to talk me into going out with him! It’s adorable the way he’s not immediately taking the hint and thinks that he’s someone I would go out with if I didn’t have a built-in excuse not to.”
Of course, I’m sure that was all just my perception. It could be that she was genuinely flattered by my offer and disappointed that she was prevented from accepting due to her job.
Sure, and maybe tomorrow the sky will be plaid.
The “Awww” was followed with, “Well, I’m still going to have to decline.”
Meh.
You win some you…no, wait. Scratch that first part, then finish the expression.
On the topic of other attractive women who will never date me –in this case owing first of all to the fact that she lives on the opposite side of the country and will thus never even encounter me, and then moving on to all of the standard reasons – I’ve found myself largely foiled in my attempts to find a decent portrait-worthy image of actress Danielle Panabaker of the TV show Shark.
Not many pictures of her exist online, and one of the drawbacks to my Verizon DVR is that there’s no way to transfer recorded files to another device, such as my computer, which I could then use to make my own HD screen captures.
As an alternative, I tried downloading an HD episode from the newsgroups, but the only HD version I could find was in a format that can only be played by a specific player – a player that doesn’t have screen capture capabilities – and my attempts to convert it to a usable format were all, as my dad often liked to say, for naught.
However, one thing I like to do with my DVR is to pause a show when it goes to commercial, then go about the usual commercial time activities like going to the bathroom, grabbing a snack, or overthrowing the government of a small Baltic nation. You know, the usual stuff.
When I get back, I then have some time in the bank that I can use to skip through future commercials.
Anyway, while watching Shark, I paused it during the opening credits just in time to freeze an image of Danielle on the screen. It then occurred to me that there was a solution to my screen capture problem that straddles the line between high tech and low tech: take a picture of the frozen screen with my digital camera.
Thus, I was able to capture a reference picture from which I was able to produce this image:
Looking at her IMDb entry, it seems that in addition to being unbearably cute, Ms. Panabaker is also extremely smart, having graduated high school at 14 and earned her Bachelor’s degree (in English!) at 19.
Of course, the fact that she’s actually younger than my niece Jourdan ratchets up the creepiness of my infatuation with her, especially when you factor in the fact that she’s at her hottest when wearing a schoolgirl outfit, but what are you gonna do?
And, as mentioned, it’s not as though I’m ever going to meet her or start stalking her (stalking, of course, requiring far more effort than I’m willing to put into any endeavor), so there’s no real harm.
I will say that she might very well be poised to take the place in my heart currently occupied by my beloved Rachael Leigh Cook.
(Hey, it’s your own fault, RLC – I’m not the one who went and got married to Man-Wolf. Geeky note: RLC is married to the actor who played John Jameson in Spider-Man 2, a character who, in the comics, is a sort of werewolf known as Man-Wolf, and sometimes Stargod, but he’ll always be Man-Wolf to me.)
Anyway, my harmlessly creepy infatuation with women I’ll never meet that manifests itself primarily in the form of drawing pictures of said women aside, apart from the failed attempt at getting a date with a woman who lives in the same geographic region as I do, not much has gone on today.
I went out to Super Target to pick up a few things and had lunch at the Pizza Hut Express located there.
While I was sitting there eating my pizza, a very unhappy-looking woman came in with a heavyset and obviously developmentally disabled teenaged boy and sat at the table next to me. The woman proceeded to pretend that the boy wasn’t there, while the boy began having a lengthy conversation with himself on the topic, from what I could gather, of the soap opera General Hospital.
From there I ran the obstacle course of unmoving senior citizens and little screaming ballerinas and non-ballet-attired children, got what I needed, and was on my way out, overhearing a young cashier talking to another cashier about how she’d told someone, “To hold up, because I still have feelings for Josh and for this guy.”
On my drive home there was someone behind me driving as though he was in a movie chase scene, yanking the wheel hard to make even the slightest turn.
And that’s been my day so far.
On Sunday it appears that I’ll be going to a holiday ice-skating party hosted by my Realtor, David, along with Kathleen.
Being from the Frozen North, naturally I know how to skate, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve done any skating, so I think I’ll probably stay off of the ice.
I encouraged Kathleen to go simply because I thought it would do her some good to get out of the house. I would say the same about me, but it seldom does me any good to get out of the house.
In extending her condolences over today’s shoot down, Kathleen suggested that maybe I’ll meet someone at the party, and went on to say that she’ll try not to be too much of a cock blocker.
I don’t foresee any likelihood that cock blocking will be an issue.
Getting shot down was a foregone conclusion is my point.
Overall it was relatively painless, though there was one thing that was kind of bothersome.
When she said that she didn’t think it would be appropriate given her position, I rebutted that, since I’ve found employment without her company’s services, it seemed to me that there was no real conflict and that I figured it was worth taking a shot anyway.
Her response was to say, “Awww” in exactly the manner in which one would do so upon seeing a puppy perform a cute trick. It just felt strangely demeaning, as if she were saying, “Oh, look at him trying to use logic to talk me into going out with him! It’s adorable the way he’s not immediately taking the hint and thinks that he’s someone I would go out with if I didn’t have a built-in excuse not to.”
Of course, I’m sure that was all just my perception. It could be that she was genuinely flattered by my offer and disappointed that she was prevented from accepting due to her job.
Sure, and maybe tomorrow the sky will be plaid.
The “Awww” was followed with, “Well, I’m still going to have to decline.”
Meh.
You win some you…no, wait. Scratch that first part, then finish the expression.
On the topic of other attractive women who will never date me –in this case owing first of all to the fact that she lives on the opposite side of the country and will thus never even encounter me, and then moving on to all of the standard reasons – I’ve found myself largely foiled in my attempts to find a decent portrait-worthy image of actress Danielle Panabaker of the TV show Shark.
Not many pictures of her exist online, and one of the drawbacks to my Verizon DVR is that there’s no way to transfer recorded files to another device, such as my computer, which I could then use to make my own HD screen captures.
As an alternative, I tried downloading an HD episode from the newsgroups, but the only HD version I could find was in a format that can only be played by a specific player – a player that doesn’t have screen capture capabilities – and my attempts to convert it to a usable format were all, as my dad often liked to say, for naught.
However, one thing I like to do with my DVR is to pause a show when it goes to commercial, then go about the usual commercial time activities like going to the bathroom, grabbing a snack, or overthrowing the government of a small Baltic nation. You know, the usual stuff.
When I get back, I then have some time in the bank that I can use to skip through future commercials.
Anyway, while watching Shark, I paused it during the opening credits just in time to freeze an image of Danielle on the screen. It then occurred to me that there was a solution to my screen capture problem that straddles the line between high tech and low tech: take a picture of the frozen screen with my digital camera.
Thus, I was able to capture a reference picture from which I was able to produce this image:
Looking at her IMDb entry, it seems that in addition to being unbearably cute, Ms. Panabaker is also extremely smart, having graduated high school at 14 and earned her Bachelor’s degree (in English!) at 19.
Of course, the fact that she’s actually younger than my niece Jourdan ratchets up the creepiness of my infatuation with her, especially when you factor in the fact that she’s at her hottest when wearing a schoolgirl outfit, but what are you gonna do?
And, as mentioned, it’s not as though I’m ever going to meet her or start stalking her (stalking, of course, requiring far more effort than I’m willing to put into any endeavor), so there’s no real harm.
I will say that she might very well be poised to take the place in my heart currently occupied by my beloved Rachael Leigh Cook.
(Hey, it’s your own fault, RLC – I’m not the one who went and got married to Man-Wolf. Geeky note: RLC is married to the actor who played John Jameson in Spider-Man 2, a character who, in the comics, is a sort of werewolf known as Man-Wolf, and sometimes Stargod, but he’ll always be Man-Wolf to me.)
Anyway, my harmlessly creepy infatuation with women I’ll never meet that manifests itself primarily in the form of drawing pictures of said women aside, apart from the failed attempt at getting a date with a woman who lives in the same geographic region as I do, not much has gone on today.
I went out to Super Target to pick up a few things and had lunch at the Pizza Hut Express located there.
While I was sitting there eating my pizza, a very unhappy-looking woman came in with a heavyset and obviously developmentally disabled teenaged boy and sat at the table next to me. The woman proceeded to pretend that the boy wasn’t there, while the boy began having a lengthy conversation with himself on the topic, from what I could gather, of the soap opera General Hospital.
From there I ran the obstacle course of unmoving senior citizens and little screaming ballerinas and non-ballet-attired children, got what I needed, and was on my way out, overhearing a young cashier talking to another cashier about how she’d told someone, “To hold up, because I still have feelings for Josh and for this guy.”
On my drive home there was someone behind me driving as though he was in a movie chase scene, yanking the wheel hard to make even the slightest turn.
And that’s been my day so far.
On Sunday it appears that I’ll be going to a holiday ice-skating party hosted by my Realtor, David, along with Kathleen.
Being from the Frozen North, naturally I know how to skate, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve done any skating, so I think I’ll probably stay off of the ice.
I encouraged Kathleen to go simply because I thought it would do her some good to get out of the house. I would say the same about me, but it seldom does me any good to get out of the house.
In extending her condolences over today’s shoot down, Kathleen suggested that maybe I’ll meet someone at the party, and went on to say that she’ll try not to be too much of a cock blocker.
I don’t foresee any likelihood that cock blocking will be an issue.
Monday, January 01, 2007
More Of The Same
As you can see, I'm still playing around with the whole line art thing and synthesizing it with my more standard work.
I did take a break from Scarlett Johansson, though, and focused instead on RLC, who hasn't made an appearance here in a while.
I did take a break from Scarlett Johansson, though, and focused instead on RLC, who hasn't made an appearance here in a while.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Two For The Price Of One
While I was at it, I figured I'd draw another RLC Death image.
And here it is.
RLC Is Become Death
Quite some time ago I mentioned that one day I would present you with my interpretation of my beloved Rachael Leigh Cook as "Death" from Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" series.
You may recall that on our way back from seeing "Mirrormask" in DC, Scott and I had a conversation about who should play the role of Death in any movie featuring the character, and Scott mentioned that RLC would be perfect for it.
I was greatly ashamed by this, as the idea had never even occurred to me despite the fact that it's such an obvious truth. RLC would be perfect as Death, and yet, here I was, a big fan of the character and, while not exactly a fan of RLC, I am extremely taken with her beauty (Those eyes of hers just kill me, which is ironic, in a way.) having failed to even consider the idea.
My folly is compounded by the fact that a little over a decade ago I considered Winona Ryder to be the perfect choice for the role of Death and there are frequent comparisons drawn between RLC and Winona Ryder.
In any case, I thought I would put forth an image of RLC as Death. I think the image adds a lot of weight to the argument that RLC would be perfect for the part (In addition to looking the part, I think that she would also be able to bring Death's character to life...sorry, couldn't resist the pun.)
I'm not sure which artist first introduced the little curly dealie under Death's eye, but somewhere along the line it became a part of her standard "look," and though I'm not particularly fond of it most of the time, I felt that I did need to include it. Besides, it gave me a way to incorporate (albeit somewhat clumsily) my signature into the image.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Wipe That Smirk Off Your Face Young Lady!
On second thought, don't, because it's completely adorable.
Man, I love Rachael Leigh Cook...
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
God Bless The USA!
So after all the build-up, here is that Rachael Leigh Cook picture I've been talking about:
While some of the detail has been lost in this smaller, lower-res copy, I think you can see why it was so much work. The pants alone...
Anyway, it's not as good as I would like it to be, but that's pretty much the way it always goes (particularly when trying to render RLC), and at least it's done.
While some of the detail has been lost in this smaller, lower-res copy, I think you can see why it was so much work. The pants alone...
Anyway, it's not as good as I would like it to be, but that's pretty much the way it always goes (particularly when trying to render RLC), and at least it's done.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
New RLC
Here's a new RLC pic, done in my more traditional style.
I'm not pleased with how the outfit turned out, but, short of taking the time to draw each individual thread, I couldn't really find an easy way to create the knitted look.
Still, I think I captured her very well, though (insert desperate pun about actually "capturing her" here).
*Sigh*
Thursday, October 21, 2004
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