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1) I seriously need new icons. Seriously, seriously. I think possibly I will unwrap my Pan's Labyrinth dvd and do this after work tomorrow.

2) I went to the grocery store today intending to buy kitty litter and stuff to make meatloaf. Get everything, go to the register. There is one register with just one guy on it who is almost through, so I am like, sweet, and run up with my stuff. The guy counts out his $11-something bill in singles and change. Minus the tax. He gives the cashier exactly however much the bill would be without the tax, and then the cashier is like, "It's $11.91, sir." And he says to the cashier, "No, it's..." I forget the number. And she says, "that's before tax. You need to pay tax." The man then goes into a diatribe about how he is a conscientious objector to the sales tax and he refuses to pay this money to a government he thinks is immoral or something. The lady is like. "That's great, but you're holding up my register line and I need $11.91." She ended up calling the manager and making Mr. Conscientious Objector man wait while she rung me through.

3) I am now a size 6. This would be a good thing, except for the fact that none of my clothes fit and I need to replace them. My amazing wool pants from last Christmas are much too tight. This makes me sad. But I don't want to lose the weight I gained just so the clothes fit. Argh.

4) After Mr. Conscientious Objector Man, I had another little adventure today. I went to meet up with my friend Phil from netomat, and on my way back home, this confused looking man comes up to me and is like "Informazione?" That's right. Informazione. Now, for those of you who don't know this about me, I am just Italian enough to read and understand most Italian I hear, but I speak it for shit unless I'm talking about food. Italian isn't a language you hear a ton of in New York, so the fact that this dude comes up to me of all the people on the street is oddly coincidental. So anyway, he and his wife have a printout from a hotel, but they can't find the hotel. And they don't speak a lick of English except "okay." I find the address for them, and it sure as hell ain't no hotel. So the guy is like, shit, so I get out my phone and explain in my bad bad Italian that I'm googling the hotel for them. Turns out it's on 48th, not 38th. So I tell him this, and he is like DIECI STRADA WTF? And I'm like, well, it's sort of the way I'm going, so I can take you guys halfway? So I walk them up to 43rd, and for the sake of being friendly, I try to point things out to them, like the Port Authorty, Times Square, and pretty much every restaurant on 9th avenue, because, well, as long as it's food, I can carry on a pretty good conversation in Italian. They were mortified by the idea of cheesesteaks. It was cute.

5) twowishesleft gave me the New Years' Resolution that I should post more art. I drew a couple more RP-character pics this week, so here are those!



This is Orrie and Birte. Orrie is mine, Birte is seori's. She's pregnant with hundreds of magical baby fish and sold her husband out to the government.


...I have not drawn Orrie since, like, 2002.

This is Andre and Laivine. Only Laivine is dead pre game-time; she's a ghost. But she's Andre's dead wife. Story is, he was sent as the inspector on a slave ship. She was an African princess who was kidnapped by French slavers. She tried to kill him by getting her shackles off and attempting to strangle him with them (see this picture), but instead convinced him to help her plan a revolt and kill all the slavers. Which is what happened.



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Don't get Pan's Labyrinth icons. They'll scare the shit out of me.

Ohhhh god lol @ number 2. What are the chances he was a Ron Paul supporter?

(And the art is very good. Is Andre supposed to be that ~hot~?)

Edited at 2008-01-11 06:59 am (UTC)

Do you want to suggest something else for me to get? :-D

He might have been. Mostly I think he was just being a jerk.

And Andre is pretty much my only hot male character. His dad is hot, too. But old. This is from when Andre was, like, 18.

Here are pics of him grown up, both with his new, much younger half-elf albino amputee girlfriend:
http://antagonia.net/images/erins/andrespider.gif
http://antagonia.net/images/erins/pyjamas.gif


Hmm kitty litter in your meat loaf. I think I'll stay home for dinner. Thanks though ^_-

Oh,no,the kitty litter was for dessert, silly!

I went to the grocery store today intending to buy kitty litter and stuff to make meatloaf.

Wow. You really are adventurous. I recommend urinal cake for dessert.

Your art seems to have a certain inspired ancient Greek style to it.

Ancient Greek? How? Apart from all the broken-off penises?

Maybe that dude just figured you looked italian and therefore must speak italian.

Except I don't! I look Jewish!

Haha. Conscientious objector to sales tax? I would be like, bitch, you need to protest to the government then, NOT THE GROCERY STORE CASHIER. >.

Well, you know the grocery store cashier is totally an AGENT OF THE MAN.

I am mortified my cheese steaks as well. And biscuits and gravy. And so many other american foods... they scare me. They scare me so much.

Still love Orrie and Birtie, I think that image has the bestest expressions of all you have drawn!

Well, except scary puck... because he is... scary...

Well, biscuits and gravy are Southern more than generic American. You don't really find them outside of the south unless you go to a specifically 'southern foods' restaurant.

And cheesesteaks are a wonderful food! They are horrible for you and I can only manage to eat, like, one or two a year, but I live down the block from the best cheesesteak place in New York.

I need more things to draw! Make me suggestions.



Yeah, Conscientious Objector man, the government's really going to miss getting your 91 cents. Way to stick it to The Man!

...And now I wonder if anyone here has tried that over the new We Must Build A Stadium! tax.

"I DON'T BELIEVE IN COMPETITIVE SPORTS, SO THERE, BIG GOVERNMENT!"

I totally had a dream last night that I was up for an Oscar in the "Best Figure Skater in a Film Between 98 and 102 Minutes Long" category, and you came over, saw the old prom dress I was wearing, and was like "HONEY YOU ARE NOT GOING TO WEAR THAT TO THE ACADEMIES, UH UH" and gave me a hella awesome makeover. I'm trying to decide if it's meaningful that my LJ friends always appear in my dreams in the context of shopping and clothes.

That is HILARIOUS. Especially since you totally don't want me to give anyone a makeover.

Awwwwwwww you are so helpful!

I bet Mr. Conscientious Objector man doesn't really object to sales tax so much as think that if he holds up the line long enough the cashier will just let him off the hook to get rid of him.

Ha! Stupid man! Cashiers are paid by the hour and have nothing better to do!

This woman was like, bitch, you're holding up my line, and called the manager over to wait with him while she rang up other customers.

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