Tuesday, 13 October 2009

Grandma on high voltage

Drama in the House of Grandma continues. The absurd thing is, in this family, there are so many truths, people will be able to swear upon anything what they believe is true. I am certain my gran thiks is 100% certain of what she's saying. It is not the first story I've had to try and untangle, that has it's own parallel Universe twin.
               Since pretty much everyone refuses to deal with her and somone is bound to report her to the police for extortion and forgery, I'm off to bargain repeatedly in the audience of yet another retirement home employee.. I hope it doesn't rain. I don't have a car, so I'm going to have to do it all on foot. Godsbless for fishing and cooking dailies in Dalaran, sometimes you needn't even leave the city... Real world has such big teeth.
              Truth is I feel sorry for grandma too much to take any side, even if she is utterly delusional (and I don't think she is, I have a sneaking suspicion they are ALL right). Her hysterical declarations have alienated most of her family and no amount of reasonable talk, professional help or legal certificates can convince her that NO, nobody just *tricks* another into a sale around here. It takes a few years and countless visits to the legal clerks to go through all details.. The clerks made sure of that, it's their cash camel. But the sticky bit is, it doesn't matter what I do, she won't be convinced. And if she didn't have the capability to take things waaay too far, this would all just be funny. I don't even know if I'll be able to solve anything today..I always go in ready to bully sombody but always get tired halfway through.

On a related subject, I watched Crank 2 yesternight and laughed out loud first time in eons! It takes a lot for a show or movie to make me chuckle. Kung Fu Hustle is perhaps one of the rare movies I laugh at all the time. The non-terminal violence comedy. Crank is shot in such an absurd camera, such an absurd story and such absurd performance (Bai Ling radioactive as ever :D), it's fantastic.. I'm amazed actors are willing to do things like that! I only made it up to that ludicrous sex scene on the horse track, but I've seen plenty. I'm making it officially this week's favorite movie :D

Isn't it something, to live your life on such fast forward? One wonders what is better - fast and furious or that of the Zen monks, so slow and uneventful that it feels 400 years going? A wiseass mate once told me something very clever about that, but I forgot what it was and the place on the wall where I wrote it down for posterity got painted over during a redecoration.. Such wisdom, lost to vanity of a smoochy place :p

Monday, 12 October 2009

Juliard St. Claire.


Haha, I've been watching an old show (accidental download while checking out what the latest Stargate is supposed to be all about (so far it's mostly about Robert Carlyle and some triple-checked fool-proof human drama..)) and I came across a really cool character. I know JUST how she feels most of the time. :D

Basic plotline is, a team of scientists has to go to a completely alien location and since stuff's going wrong at home, they're a little bit pressed for preparations. The usual intro into most space adventures. There's something like 48 folks, some soldiers, scientists, reporters and so on, mostly volunteers. The lead is a young reporter and her soldier brother, and they have a friend who is like a nerd, but sort of brave. Again, nothing too annoyingly original. They kind of lead the line. BUT. Somewhere along the way some screenwriter had an interesting night out and some heavy hangover the next morning, and they came up with Dr. Juliard St. Claire.

In the very first scene when she's introduced, amidst all the rush, they explain to the lead trio in a hurry they need to make sure someone else is along, but she's on the base under unofficial circumstances - and heavily sedated. perish the thought she isn't sedated. She's a super kick-ass scientist slash explorer slash commando that was once, a long time ago sent to rescue someone in the orbit, but as they were long gone and communications were severed with her craft, she was left to drift out, till she managed to find a way and return on her own. Basically, the soldier chief admits, they left her in space for four years and now she's really, I mean REALLY pissed off.

Now, although Juliard is in her early thirties (this was from before every female in every show had to be 22 and an ex supermodel) she keeps her face very angry and very ugly all the time, sometimes even when she's sleeping. She really is chronically pissed off. Of course when the group arriveson the new location and starts arranging ad hoc living conditions, the meds eventually run out. She starts to comprehend that not onl ywas her return to Earth intercepted and she didn't even begin any psychological treatment, she is already once more shipped to another hell hole without her consent and everyone is treating her as if she is ungrateful. Funny thing is that at first she just goes around hitting people when they try to speak to her. As someone with by far the longest time in space, she is somewhat of an eminence, but she's really ill tempered.

Fast forward to several episodes in, when the show dares come near her again. (Usually she's just helping fix stuff, though usually for the first half of the episode she declares how she's perfectly happy watching everyone die painfully, but usually comes with the solution in the end and often doesn't even admit it was her who saved the day, the lead characters just suspect it..) The protagonists encounter their adversaries for the show's duration - a race of nasty soldierly conqueror types of humanoid, but not people. They basically steal technology and go around being jerks. Over time their ways have stolen what is useful around the solar system and have pushed those, who were more advanced and didn't really want to fight far away, so our fellas haven't really got anyone to rely on. What fun would it be otherwise?

Well, Juliard is nowhere near interested in being antagonized by someone who, as he puts it, has acquired their comes-with-the-uniform scowl in front of a ship's reflective surface, and she disables their machines and steals one of their crafts with one of their soldiers aboard. Torturing him with 'long speeches about just how bad an innocent astronaut's life can get and a little bit of liquid nitrogen', she returns after two days and organizes a whole defense against the bad guys. Her hostage is kept for further study, but during an attack later in the show he escapes and towards the end of the season returns just so that he could kill Dr. St. Claire.

So on and so forth, I've watched the entire season fast forward, mostly just skipping to reach scenes with her. I like her, because unlike others she's quite two-dimensional without having that held against her. Many other characters, even some of the extras, tend to go deep into personal drama and motives and histories and relationships, yadda yadda, whereas she is just - pissed off. Even though, she gets all the best kicks, best saves and even best sex. Her coming onto one of the bad alien's leaders (she's high at the time on home-made LSD) during their 'negotiations' is hilarious. "I don't care about those others, you can eat them for all that's worth to me, but they say you save one life, you save the day and if you and I could get back together later on and have some quality sexual engagement, you'd really be saving me," she conspires with him, while hanging from his shoulder in front of pretty much everyone in the show.

In the last episode everyone fights and good guys versus bad guys eventually win, highlighting some grave casualties, but Juliard's shuttle, after she's managed to contribute to the final save is attaceked and shot off the main ship and into the orbit of a passing planet. As they are unable to retrieve her, the cast mourns for her, but we see the closure on her story for the time being, as she climbs out of the broken shuttle in some arid wasteland, pissed off some more at her fate. (She knows they won't be able to come and get her. and is not the sort an individual just yet to linger on despair.) And yet, while she takes her time to hate her life before she sets off to fix things for herself (and probably everyone else) again, she realizes her shuttle was hit by another shuttle, even more destroyed, and another survivor crawls out of the debris: her old friend the tortured soldier alien (their subtly sexy hate-hate relationship was one of the grateful storylines.). She realizes she at least won't be bored (a line from a previous debate on the subject of the aliens "If you're wondering what kills you faster - heat, disease, falling from a height or them, you can stop asking yourself right now.") Her last words of disbelief and almost first joy seen on her face, to him, as he manages to climb his feet, but too hurt to launch and rip her apart (you have to understand that those aliens were something like uber fighters, more than humans, kinda like Predators from another franchise - only amore agreeable), are: "Oh.. You are SO fucked."

Thursday, 8 October 2009

First framed batch

Yaaay! First framed bash just came in!
                       Man, they look so weird, now that they're no longer just my doodling ...  I'm not even sure I'd like them if I saw them done by someone else's hand.. I let the frame craftsman do the selections  of the frame himself, I trust him with what's what when it comes to woodwork.. But still, they look so... somebody else's things, off for sale....... O.o

The angle of the shots is a bit tilted, sorry about that. matted glass is a bitch for reflections :S








 

History part II.a2.0

Hah!

I found these three things while cleaning up my files, and I just couldn't go pass them. These three thingies mean a lot to me :D


It would probably require a whole lot of approval from peeps on the shot, but I just have to add it to my memoire :D Shot was taken was after 19 weeks of fuckwit training in the country's worst training centre - and by worst I mean it was the hottest place and instructors were a nightmare. I have never been so thin or so athletic in my whole life! I think I cried in the bathroom every Monday morning, knowing what pain and trial I will have to put up with the following week, but now that all that's forgotten, it was a really cool experience. It teaches you a lot, that kind of strain. Pity I never kept up with any of the girls from there. We were warrior queens, at least for those 19 weeks. They chose good ones, none of the whiney abused babes in the wood you see in the movies. Some were the kind that ate men for breakfast. Not me, of course. I was the chubby, mouthy, idiotic type that always came last to the finish line and wrote articles about warfare diplomacy to the barracks leaflet. Was popular, though. If anyone, folk in the unit is bound to admire someone who can shoot like that..
              Interesting closure, however, was when 4 years later, they sent me back to train for an officer status and I was suppose to undergo a similar training - but by then I already saw what becomes of female soldiers, what with watering the ficus and making coffee and cleaning ashtrays for some near-retired old fart in some god forsaken old warehouse.. The first time an instructor yelled at me to humiliate me as part of the training, I walked out. No fucking way I'm falling for the same propaganda twice.

The second thingie is a design for the cover of my book called The Necessary Bard

The design depicts me, standing in front of a see-through screen, covered in my thoughts, behind which is my bleak reality. On this side I'm a kick - ass bard. This was the first epic novel in my own language I have written in adult life - my attempt at actually adding a cool adventure novel to our literature.
Of course I never finished it - but I did get pretty far.
                The story takes place right after the War for Startracker - after all we had was destroyed and vast majority of my colleagues dead. I wasn't sure what I was, but I did wake up in a forlorn forest with some of my things and came to discover I was in a completely outlandish environment - it wasn't Earth, it wasn't modern, it had no books. It was something like Middle Ages France, but a bit fantastic. And I had nothing to bargain with. And winter was closing in. Slowly but surely, though, I managed to earn enough for bare necessities - a mule, for example, and began exploring the land, drawing a map and teaching people to write. Yes, I was a one-girl plague of literacy :) Thorough the tale, I acquired a few companions, most of which one way or another turned out to be my old colleagues, looking after me. There were some new ones, too, such as Tempa Medeidre and her demon, Behemut, which stayed on to date as a kind of my girlfriend.  This was a cool, cool book. I better finish it someday, now that I'm in just the right business ;D

 And this...




... is my favorite family photo of them all. This speaks so much about us, about my dad and our nature and the situations we put ourselves in.. It's simply monumental.
                 Long time ago, long before I had any say in it, there was a nasty earthquake in Skopje - a Yugoslavian city got leveled to pulp. Journalists from near and far all gravitated towards the ruin to lend a hand and write back home with reports. This is my dad, the young journalist tailor-made for the occasion. I think he even bicycled his way down to get there..
               See the press center? The smallest tent ever. The ground? Mud and silt. The tiny carpet to protect the tool of trade - an old newspaper under a huge type-writer. My dad, skanky, hairy and in tight shorts, his shirt buttoned the exact same way as he wears it still, and a pair of rubber boots by, for field effort...

Can anyone imagine still the old school journalism? Where you had to get your butt dirty?? These days we log on-line and wait for the press reports and what we get is half a tourist pamphlet of the location and half some political statement about the society. The mud, the fleas, the dead, the lack of instruments, that's beyond anyone's interest now.. And news of those kind would linger for a long time. Almost everyone around here remembers those days, those disasters. We, the latest slaves of the info onslaught, remember perhaps three of the worst per year, perhaps 3 years back. Two out of three of those are from USA, as they simply can't get enough of self-pity and drama. I always get the feeling, like with that dreadful tsunami that wiped out the eastern shores of Asia, that Americans *instantly* needed one of their own and as they lost part of a city, it simply needed to be a faaar worse tragedy than all of the eastern Asia combined. But then again I think most of the eastern Asia shore has recovered by now whereas poor Orleans is still dumbstruck.


Wednesday, 7 October 2009





The fifth panel coming up... it's supposed to be the village seeing off the bull for slaughter, but we all know how that story really went :S

I like the part of the broken off bit, the part that in real world would be licked off by sun and rain..

Ha!  Am starting to grasp the magic of photo editing! 3 seconds to take the shot and 3 hours to make it look like nothing of the person and everything of a pretty thing.

This is what I would look like if I was 15 years younger, 15 pounds lighter and, well, not me.

Piček said if I ever airbrush my freckles out of my skin again, he'll beat me :p

Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Deviations update ( :)) )

Starting day: 6. 10. 2009. - 67 / 15 / 76
Second day: 76 / 26 / 109

Zemotion reached 5 million in 6 years. I'd care to beat that in, say, 4.. :)

Third day (I won't do this every day anymore, I promise :p): 76 / 45 / 126
4. : 84 / 63 / 160

17.10.2009 - 85 / 85 / 205
21.10.2009 - 97 / 96 / 250
26.10.2009 - 98 / 134 / 300
5.11.2009 - 101 / 188 / 400
15.11.2009 - 101 / 260 / 500
22.11.2009 - 102 / 305 / 600
1.12.2009 - 103 / 409 / 700
17.12.2009 - 105 / 541 / 800
14. 1. 2010 - 116 / 642 / 1000
Photo shoot got delayed (can't say I am too disappointed, I kind of really didn't feel prepared... I seem to be in that stage of life where just throwing myself into a situation and seeing what I can make of it is no longer enough.. I want to be a little more in control. I want to be a lot more educated :) so I'm painting another panel.
             My dad told me these three stories he once wrote, calling them 'independence' stories - it's stuff he remembers from the IIWW and rural tales.. Great stuff, just very... hard core. I am not a fan of stuff with dead people in them and even less of people being mean. There was a story which I remembered altogether differently, about a bull that's sold for slaughter and the whole village sees it off as part of the communal ritual - a nice thing. It's not what the story turns out to be about, though - in truth (I called him last night and he told it to me again), the bull was maltreated by a jealous hand (bulls those days had all the fun when cows needed to be inseminated, now it's just a routine job for the vet's syringe). So the day when the pull was in the procession to be sold off for slaughter, he tore off of the chain and paid back to the hand for all the torture... Nothing was left much of the man. Dad was very specific about the entrails hanging off the bull's horns :S
             Ew..

I have four errands to run today, but I can't remember all. I swear, I am SO distracted... I seriously need an assistant, because I am capable of forgetting why there's an empty cup in my hands and I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen. Of course when it comes to painting, I can see what I must do it absurd detail. When it comes to my work, I am as sharp as a hatchet. 

Today is the 6th. I was supposed to have 5 by tomorrow and I already have five, but I will make another, in case on turns out to be unusable. Then it's the hard part time...

Ah, I just remembered what I forgot :)  And just on time, too.. Thank you, brain. There's hope for you, yet :p