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I'm losing motivation. Not to draw, but to improve on what I am doing.

There's this artist. Well, she's a really super popular artist in this fandom. And well, I for one, cannot stand her animu style and I cannot for the life of me see why she is so goddamn popular.

Unfortunately, I cannot speak my real displeasure in fear of making me look like a jealous twit/whiny brat.

Now my own friends are all like: "Well I like it!". Now, don't get any thoughts that I am forcing them to not like it. I'm not. But I have to put up with THEIR fagging over a popular weeaboo artist in the fandom I'm in and it's just.... it's just....

I'm already brutally harsh on my own work as it is. I HATE my own work. I HATE everything about it. But to shove HER in my face, then fangirl over it in front of me even when they know I'm probably one of the only two people on planet earth that doesn't like it.....?

Yeah, smooth. And y'all wonder why I'm taking forever on Strangelove Page 8.

( Best wallpaper ever? Or Best wallpaper evah? )

I don't have gaming, but hot damn I still got a whole fuckton to plan for it.

Also gonna finish up commissions.

And today, all I did was sit around and play Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater. Huzzah gamers coma.

I should totally rent Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb just for shits and grins.

http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/tsurumaru/

CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY!

Left DeviantART. Had enough of their bullshit.


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It's a temporary home, but it'll do for now:

Blogspot

More contact information:
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Livejournal: Dead Account and Number One Sniper Mug

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http://www.teamfortress.com/

Healers Against Halos?

Now banning people from servers over halos?

Really, boys. Is it really worth it? You got caught for using Viagra to enhance your e-penis instead of using the natural method and now VALVe castrated you. Take your e-penis castration like a man.

Funny. I've yet to see a female TF2 gamer throw such a fit over this whole debacle.

Although we do find your chest-beating amusing. Keep it up.

I am simply amused that my Giratina is the Super Contest champion with all four Ribbons in - of all things - CUTENESS.

Yes! My Big, Bad Giratina is the epitome of Cuteness!

</pokefag>

I just beat the Elite Four and the Pokemon League Champion.... with just my Azelf, Dialga and Empoleon!

:0

Hobbes (DreadedMoroN's crony) got a hold of me last night - via Steam Chat. Here's what he said:

[FS] Hobbsey: Hey, guess what?
[FS] Hobbsey: Lee was at Otakon. She spoke to Zhou's voice actor.
[FS] Hobbsey: She says he doesn't like Yaoi.
BLUberry Cupcake: Uhm.... good for her?

Why the fuck does MoroN still care about what I think and all? *sigh*

SOME RANDOM PERSON ON THE INTERNET IS TELLING ME THAT THEY DON'T LIKE STRANGELOVE, WHILE THINKING THAT THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY GET ME TO STOP AND THAT HIS/HER OPINION MEANS A DAMN.

( DURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR )

Got my PS2 back. And along with it Onimusha Essentials. Onimusha Essentials is Onimusha Warlords, Onimusha 2: Samurai's Destiny and Onimusha 3: Demon Siege all in one package. I'm so fucking happy! And my memory cards from EONS ago are still good. I weep MANLY TEARS OF JOY.

I found my old Champions of Norrath saves, I shoulda got Champions of Norrath too.

I think I been suckered into drawing someone's bloody Mary Sue.

( The jack-ass goes HEE HAW! )

I just spent a horrifying hour looking through her "Gillie" gallery and I wish I hadn't.

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Crisis Averted.

http://community.livejournal.com/fandomsecrets/308878.html?page=2#comments

READ SECRET NUMBER 145. This secret. Is funny to me!

Friday

I woke up on Friday morning, and I had a headache. Instead of reaching for my Advil, I reached for my carkeys. Decided to drive. And I drove. Point B was Point A; only hours later. But I drove. At first, it was laps around the Quad Cities. Then it turned into a trip to Galesberg. I got to Galesberg and fueled up. I also decided to get something to eat there. I ate, and I sat there. I sat there at MacDonalds for over an hour. My coffee had already gotten cold, but I didn't move. I sat and I stared at the outside world. And I got to thinking. Some really serious thinking.

All my life, I've always played second fiddle to someone. I always been pushed off or ignored. My parents were more worried about the wellfare of my two half-sisters that I coulda just vanish and they wouldn't care. For the past year, my oldest half-sister's battled Breast Cancer - she's fine now, she's beaten it. Though she lost a breast. Now my aunt is battling Breast Cancer and that same sister is going through a very nasty custody battle with her asshole ex - just like the other sister did a while back. (the one I had to testify against) And my step-dad's health is failing. But he won't listen to any of the doctors' advice and he's changed doctors quite a bit because they won't tell him what he wants to hear instead of what he needs to hear. We're in debt here - Hospital bills and lawyers fees. And I can't seem to find a job.

To continue my troubles, I been battling my own inner-demons. The fear of rejection, the deep-seeded fear of being forgotten, my own hatred of my own art... it's added up, and I'm the kind that bottles it all in. I've done this for many years, ever since grade school. Last week, I was at the point of releasing it all out. I needed to. But I snapped and raged on people who didn't deserve it. I realized that I needed to release that tension after the whole Archer/Holliday debacle. The sad thing is, my art was always this release. And I couldn't do it this time. This is the first time that it added to the tension, not release it. I needed to find a new outlet.

So I drove. I went to Galesburg, then I went to Geneseo, and then back to the Quad Cities. I didn't even stop in the Quad Cities. I went to Walcott, Iowa, refueled and returned to the Quad Cities. My poor Caddy hasn't seen this much driving in a long time. But on the way to Walcott, I started to cry.

Oh god, did I ever...

So yeah. This is what's going on. For what it's worth.

Farrah Fawcett 1947 - 2009

Farrah Fawcett, whose luxurious tresses and blinding smile helped redefine sex appeal in the 1970s as one of TV's "Charlie's Angels," died Thursday after battling cancer. She was 62.

The pop icon, who in the 1980s set aside the fantasy girl image to tackle serious roles, died Thursday shortly before 9:30 a.m. PDT in a Santa Monica hospital, spokesman Paul Bloch said.

She burst on the scene in 1976 as one-third of the crime-fighting trio in TV's "Charlie's Angels." A poster of her in a clingy swimsuit sold in the millions.

She left the show after one season but had a flop on the big screen with "Somebody Killed Her Husband."

She turned to more serious roles in the 1980s and 1990s, winning praise playing an abused wife in "The Burning Bed."

She had been diagnosed with anal cancer in 2006. As she underwent treatment, she enlisted the help of actor Ryan O'Neal, who had been her longtime companion and was the father of her son, Redmond, born in 1985.

This month, O'Neal said he asked Fawcett to marry him and she agreed. They would wed "as soon as she can say yes," he said.

Her struggle with painful treatments and dispiriting setbacks was recorded in the television documentary "Farrah's Story." Fawcett sought cures in Germany as well as the United States, battling the disease with iron determination even as her body weakened.

"Her big message to people is don't give up, no matter what they say to you, keep fighting," her friend Alana Stewart said. NBC estimated the May 15, 2009, broadcast drew nearly 9 million viewers.

In the documentary, Fawcett was seen shaving off most of her trademark locks before chemotherapy could claim them. Toward the end, she's seen huddled in bed, barely responding to a visit from her son.

Fawcett, Kate Jackson and Jaclyn Smith comprised the original "Angels," the sexy, police-trained trio of martial arts experts who took their assignments from a rich, mysterious boss named Charlie (John Forsythe, who was never seen on camera but whose distinctive voice was heard on speaker phone.)

The program debuted in September 1976, the height of what some critics derisively referred to as television's "jiggle show" era, and it gave each of the actresses ample opportunity to show off their figures as they disguised themselves in bathing suits and as hookers and strippers to solve crimes.

Backed by a clever publicity campaign, Fawcett -- then billed as Farrah Fawcett-Majors because of her marriage to "Six Million Dollar Man" star Lee Majors -- quickly became the most popular Angel of all. Her face helped sell T-shirts, lunch boxes, shampoo, wigs and even a novelty plumbing device called Farrah's faucet. Her flowing blond hair, pearly white smile and trim, shapely body made her a favorite with male viewers in particular.

A poster of her in a dampened red swimsuit sold millions of copies and became a ubiquitous wall decoration in teenagers' rooms.

Thus the public and the show's producer, Spelling-Goldberg, were shocked when she announced after the series' first season that she was leaving television's No. 5-rated series to star in feature films. (Cheryl Ladd became the new "Angel" on the series.)

But the movies turned out to be a platform where Fawcett was never able to duplicate her TV success. Her first star vehicle, the comedy-mystery "Somebody Killed Her Husband," flopped and Hollywood cynics cracked that it should have been titled "Somebody Killed Her Career."

The actress had also been in line to star in "Foul Play" for Columbia Pictures. But the studio opted for Goldie Hawn instead. "Spelling-Goldberg warned all the studios that that they would be sued for damages if they employed me," Fawcett told The Associated Press in 1979. "The studios wouldn't touch me."

She finally reached an agreement to appear in three episodes of "Charlie's Angels" a season, an experience she called "painful."

She returned to making movies, including the futuristic thriller "Logan's Run," the comedy-thriller "Sunburn" and the strange sci-fi tale "Saturn 3," but none clicked with the public.

Fawcett fared better with television movies such as "Murder in Texas," "Poor Little Rich Girl" and especially as an abused wife in 1984's "The Burning Bed." The last earned her an Emmy nomination and the long-denied admission from critics that she really could act.

As further proof of her acting credentials, Fawcett appeared off-Broadway in "Extremities" as a woman who is raped in her own home. She repeated the role in the 1986 film version.

Not content to continue playing victims, she switched type. She played a murderous mother in the 1989 true-crime story "Small Sacrifices" and a tough lawyer on the trail of a thief in 1992's "Criminal Behavior."

She also starred in biographies of Nazi-hunter Beate Klarsfeld and photographer Margaret Bourke-White.

"I felt that I was doing a disservice to ourselves by portraying only women as victims," she commented in a 1992 interview.

In 1995, at age 50, Fawcett posed partly nude for Playboy magazine. The following year, she starred in a Playboy video, "All of Me," in which she was equally unclothed while she sculpted and painted.



She told an interviewer she considered the experience "a renaissance," adding, "I no longer feel ... restrictions emotionally, artistically, creatively or in my everyday life. I don't feel those borders anymore."

Fawcett's most unfortunate career moment may have been a 1997 appearance on David Letterman's show, when her disjointed, rambling answers led many to speculate that she was on drugs. She denied that, blaming her strange behavior on questionable advice from her mother to be playful and have a good time.

In September 2006, Fawcett, who at 59 still maintained a strict regimen of tennis and paddleball, began to feel strangely
exhausted. She underwent two weeks of tests and was told the devastating news: She had anal cancer.

O'Neal, with whom she had a 17-year relationship, again became her constant companion, escorting her to the hospital for chemotherapy.

"She's so strong," the actor told a reporter. "I love her. I love her all over again."

She struggled to maintain her privacy, but a UCLA Medical Center employee pleaded guilty in late 2008 to violating federal medical privacy law for commercial purposes for selling records of Fawcett and other celebrities to the National Enquirer.

"It's much easier to go through something and deal with it without being under a microscope," she told the Los Angeles Times in an interview in which she also revealed that she helped set up a sting that led to the hospital worker's arrest.

Her decision to tell her own story through the NBC documentary was meant as an inspiration to others, friends said. The segments showing her cancer treatment, including a trip to Germany for procedures there, were originally shot for a personal, family record, they said. And although weak, she continued to show flashes of grit and good humor in the documentary.

"I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God, `It is seriously time for a miracle,'" she said at one point.

Born Feb. 2, 1947, in Corpus Christi, Texas, she was named Mary Farrah Leni Fawcett by her mother, who said she added the Farrah because it sounded good with Fawcett. She was less than a month old when she underwent surgery to remove a digestive tract tumor with which she was born.

After attending Roman Catholic grade school and W.B. Ray High School, Fawcett enrolled at the University of Texas at Austin. Fellow students voted her one of the 10 most beautiful people on the campus and her photos were eventually spotted by movie publicist David Mirisch, who suggested she pursue a film career. After overcoming her parents' objections, she agreed.

Soon she was appearing in such TV shows as "That Girl," "The Flying Nun," "I Dream of Jeannie" and "The Partridge Family."

Majors became both her boyfriend and her adviser on career matters, and they married in 1973. She dropped his last name from hers after they divorced in 1982.

By then she had already begun her long relationship with O'Neal. The couple never married. Both Redmond and Ryan O'Neal have grappled with drug and legal problems in recent years.

( It ended with no more bloodshed )

( You again!? )

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AZELF! I HAS ONE!. Named him Miles!
And I got the Giratina too! Named him Sovereign!

HERE THEY COME!

( Archer/Holliday shippers!? FUCK! STOP THAT! )

You bloody idiots! If you read any of it as you claimed, you'd realize they CANNOT. STAND. EACH. OTHER. and it's only gonna get a WHOLE HELLUVA LOT worse.

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Engineer macro says it all. Obey the Engineer macro.

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GREAT SCOTT! STOP WHILE YOU'RE BEHIND.

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Fucking fangirls.

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My overall response:

http://zhoutaisdayoff.deviantart.com/art/Archer-is-Displeased-126262929

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