Agitation strikes me as i lay down to rest. my arms tremble against my body. my eyes clench shut and ache in pain. Basically... what i'm trying to get across here... is that i've felt to tired lately... and because of it... very edgy. ready to snap at anyone and anything they do. i'm also put off that every time i start a new sentence here, my phone turns off auto-cap mode... so now i look like a lazy bastard...

...What?
I don't even understand the title.
But I feel good.
So the title is not reflectant.

So to fill in those who weren't paying attention...
a) I was in Switzerland for the summer.
b) I'm working on a musical with my friend.
c) I've been going to the WSO every weekend with Kurochan.

That's about it.

You should hear the overture for the musical... It's nice.
And you should hear some PoB demos I'm working on.

I'm out for now.
-AJY

If you knew the things in my head... I'm sure half of the things you say would be completely different.

My secretary pulled a few strings and has arranged a meeting about a merger of another company with Yablo Studios...
It's an interesting proposition and I thank her.

This semester is my most academic set up for courses.

I wake up (barely) and go for Canadian history...
That probably won't be too hard... It's just that I don't like watching videos *all* the time...
After that... I head on down to English (lit) and I work on both evil plan #1 and English... *Muwaaaaaha*
Then I shuffle across the school to the Music lab and get marked in attendance for music pro for once =P
Then I have lunch. Lunch is yummy.
THEN! Japanese IB. Oh yeah, baby. Wondertastic.
Now is the only difference per day...
Day one I *should* probably take a spare and work on homework or something... But I attend Music Pro IB classes with Brett, Alberta, Meaghan, and 2 people I know to a lesser extent....
Day two I go to ToK... With Brett and Alberta =P

My afternoon is all IB.

This year looks challenging... and if I can kick it's ass...
Well... Then I show proficiency in not only a heavy course load... But ass kicking things without asses.
Which is a skill on it's own.

On a side note...
Zalis was talking to the everyday class about what we have to do for the class (our compositions) and told me mine was good.
I did a little dance and then he said it was more as... Having really good ideas... But they're not all finished yet.
Then he said to the whole class...
The basic spiel... but told us specifically that we should not try to keep writing to our strengths (for me... I guess rhythm?) and learn to get better at what we lack...
So he challenged me to write a love song.

I'm gonna write a love song.

Piano.

Anyways...

I've got some scheming to do.
And a little studying.

-AJY Out.

Do yourself a favour and look up "the pancake song" on youtube...
It's fun.
And if you have logic like sonney... You'll find out what song Sonney and I learned.
...

In other news...
We got a good deal on a bass rig (head and cab)...
It's like $700... But it's pro quality and what not.
The store says they need a 15% down payment on it... But we only made an 8% down and still got it on layaway...
=S

Weird.
Maybe they like me.

Anywho...


...I want a white LPC.

This isn't a real entry.
And I probably won't properly update for a good long time.
Dunno why.
Just don't feel at home here.
Almost never have, either.

But this is more of a me... late at night... rambling to the public.
Wondering what I'm doing with the rest of my life.
Wondering if I'm doing what I want.
Wondering if I could be doing better.
Wondering if I could make my life better.
Wondering if I could make someone else's life better.

And I'm not talking about corny charity ads on television where I donate the price of a coffee a day to a greedy lady who doesn't give back to the organization she fronts.
Instead... I mean... Can I make someone else's bird on their shoulder... Shut the fuck up.

Cause frankly... 2 less birds squawking away would help with lessening ear damage for future generations and help preserve oral communication and musical expression.
*ahem*.

For those of you in the know.
Evil plans 1 and 2 are in standstill.
But I think somewhere... I've created evil plan 3... Unintentionally.
And I'm sorry for that one.
It's a mistake.
Like Colin Baker.
(Zing!)

Goodnight.

What should I write about?

Marking the release of my first posted webcomic...

Detective Monkey Cop. (DMC for you back to the future fans...)

Detective Monkey Cop is the story of a monkey working as a detective and a cop. Pretty sweet name, right?
I've outlined the first few chapters and gotten my secretary's approval on script quality.

But don't fear. it also might be funny! and there'll be a romance! and deaths (he's a cop after all)... It's like if Shakespeare were retarded.

Anywho...

Read it.
I have it set to update at 4:23 am every day until I run out of pages to post...


http://monkeycop.smackjeeves.com/

And one more time for good measure:

http://monkeycop.smackjeeves.com/

Over the past few months...
I've been (lazily) studying the "23 phenomenon"... Noting what happens on the 23rd day... Or when 23 comes into play as a time, or a factor to something...
I've taken note that something bigger than the rest of the month happens on the 23rd... But last 23rd... Was the biggest event of all.
And it had the most impact on me.
You know what happened that day?

... Nothing at all.

In that respect... It is the absence of something that affects us more than something big.
For nothing... Well there's a whole damned lot of nothing in this planet. So it's pretty big.
As you listen I hope you unwind or get caught in this fabricated mind of a place where time stops just to watch little purple rain drops.
I don't really know what to write about lately... I've started work on... Or have tried to start... To finish up the last bit of the first Spacebunny story. But it's a pain because I can't figure out how I transfer it to the ending...
In the sea is a growing line of people who've never taken the time. Joining them would be suicide; to act, but to never decide.
I find it... Great... That someone actually has an interest in something I've created. And it doesnt feel like the art teacher's way of giving you a 10/10 and a pat on the head for drawing Jay from Queer Eye. It feels like it's someone... genuinely having a fondness for a two dimensional bunny.
With a melody I grow content, after all of this aching spent. Staying up to wait for you is even worse when you're here too.
Time for some bad karaoke.
Right after some sleep.

Night.
-AJY

You can tell how depressing this entry will be because I picked my eye as the userpic...
So we'll start with something happy...

We're finally going to put "Jake: The Scrabble Story" into production...
Maybe I should work out any plot kinks... Or add some excessive but relative monologues.

It's only human nature (down, Zzy & Rach)...
Of my mind processing things and losing the data halfway through.
And for lack of better statement... To want to download the torrent that has no seeders...
Because you don't know many people with that same file... if any...
And you feel special to the work of art that is your illegal download. I feel that way about some artists...
I want to keep them... Because some people don't sit down... And *listen* to the work... They just say "that's cool"... And they devalue it for me...
But you can't get it... Nigh impossible.
Did I seriously just do that? Did I just metaphoriate bit torrent and my beckoning mind?
Christ, I am a geek. I think I should be moved to yellow on the scale...
...Smack me if I do that again...

Have you ever had... A time when a song that made you feel full of joy...
Sends you into a couch-laying, ceiling stairing binge for an evening?
All because of what you associate the song with... And you're not actually listening to the song any more.
But using it as a gateway into your mind...

???

I should end on an good note... Just to balance the entry...
Before Isilma's party... Jesse and I were walking to her house... and I started singing this melody. So I recorded it to my phone.
And it's... catchy as... Something catachable.
So I finally put a chord progression to it...
In the lovely key of E major...
It is the exact opposite of what I would have liked to write in music pro.

Oh...
And for anyone wondering...
ZOMBIES!: The musical!


This entry was a mess from the beginning.
It got worse and worse with each character.
Discard it.

-AJY

But today it's too much sleep.

Every time I dream it gets steadily worse.
A building succession of narcoleptic paranoia only interrupted by my growing insomnia...

You were there.
Infact... Everyone was there.
I don't know what we were all doing...

What do these dreams tell me?

I told you about the first one...

Do these dreams state my brain feeling insecure?

Or creating a world for the life that is spacebunny.

They're just dreams... That's what I tell Sam when she cries to me on the phone about her nightmares...
But dreams represent something...
Unconscious...
Or from the night before... Lingering in my mind like a bad odour...

That is all.

Night.
-AJY


PS: Pick a mood: spin the wheel!

PPS: No need to worry it is just a laser beam...

"This time thing... It doesnt quite exist without a watch ticking away the seconds..."
"But... I have a digital watch... It doesn't tick... at all..."
"Then you are stuck here forever... Enjoy."

So that's the setting... with no time.
We are stuck here forever and I hope you enjoy it here.
We're out of milk, though...

In the midsts of my journey... I got sick (must've been the hot chocolate I had) and I felt like throwing myself down to the ground over and over simply because I lose more and more sleep each night succumbing to my own mental faults and what has become my own little paradigm.
Sleep is a thing I've never really had.
How do you lose something you've never really had?
I like those days when I can fall asleep and not have to... do anything.
Just sleep there...
Maybe wake up and have 3 slices of toast... (Because 4 is just crazy)...

Do people listen when I spin off on some random tangent of an escalading monologue?
Although I don't expect many to listen when I rant about the toast ideals...
And the likeness of our society to base the rest of itself off of such a basic function as the numbers in which we eat.
Talking in 3s may get easier and we wouldn't need to arrange ourselves in groups of even numbers.
Exactly like that...
But I rant a little on other things...
Maybe I think too much.
What do you think?

On an up note... I've done a fair bit of work...
Having finished the Alien's second appearance... Some title pages... And some work on the first Spacebunny story-ette...
As well as some deliciously evil ideas with sire Kevo.

Hmm...
That wraps it up for today, folks...

I'm gonna go watch bad televisual programming or something.

... Night.

I drew this... yesterday? Or maybe the day before...
I like it...
Why do some people look at this and laugh about mr space bunny?
He's being crushed... or choked (I'm not even too sure) and you laugh...

Sure it's a cartoon... But for sanity sakes...

Sanity cakes?

Aaand... Now it's my userpic.


Its been a weird day.
We went to the Warhol exhibit... It was pretty cool...
We didnt get to see a man fellate a banana though...
And Sonney got a job... Which is great.

*new train of thought*

When I came out of that place last time. I felt neutral.
I didn't feel... Crying with happiness. Or crying with pain.
I just felt... Fine.
Which, albeit is a change from the normal situation of that...

Then somewhere in the midsts of talking to Isilma about all our drummerly tendencies...
I fell back into that unforgiving hole.
Where time slows to a crawl and then crawls up your skin...
Where you feel cold with no explanation...
As if I was taking amphetamines.

I realize I keep adding ingredients to my tea.
And it never stops steeping.
I'm sure it tastes mighty good, though.


Rach asked... if I would rather be a depressed Socrates... Or a happy pig...
Now dont get me wrong... Socrates is great and all...
But being a happy pig sounds mighty fun once in a while.


It's the little things that slowly deteriorate my mental capacity for the world.

Going deaf for a year would be interesting...
On one hand... You couldn't constructively learn from other people's oral stories...
And on the other... You don't have to listen to bullshit.
But what's worse than bullshit...
Is the truths.


I think my stigma of "love" also gains negativity quite often...
I remember when I was young... Foolish, I suppose... is a better word.
And I didnt lay down on the floor to think... I didn't feel stings of cold...
I didn't necessarily think like this.

And I realise... With each icicle... I get stabbed.
I guess the point is...
Dont stand under the garage, you idiot.
But it's hard not to stand under it when it offers a protecting shield from the cold winter winds.



In other worlds.
I've now completed a little over 20 pages for my comic book.
Granted... They arent full of little tiny panels... Or large amounts of words...
But they've got more spacebunny than you'll ever have.
And spacebunny...
Well... He's spacebunny.


Anybody up for watching some television with me?
Considering who reads this... here are some options...:
Clerks 1&or2
Serenity
Queer as Folk
Invader Zim

But I'm up for almost anything...
Just ask...



I think our patterns of eating would be greatly different if we had 3 slice toasters instead of 1, 2 and 4...
We make everything in equal pairs...
But then if we break from that...
We may find a whole new system...
It'd affect alot more than just toast.
I imagine it would change the way we arrange things.
A basic thing as toast has more power...
We see it as a basic principle...
And thus we would probably use it to base other things off of.


But that's just my crazy thoughts...



I'm gonna go pass out now.

Goobie.

Where to start tonight...
Let's discuss my geekdom, shall we?
It all began when my parents raised me on computers and decided that they would show me good movies instead of... nothing... or crap.
So I grew up on computers and watching Star Wars (the original trilogy, kids) (which explains why I hate trekkies...) and Back to the Future.
Anywho... That's the basic origins... Of coarse being an art-nerd while I went through most of school didn't help.
I had my own comic series for a year.
I would draw up 10 pages, ink them, then go to my mom's office while her boss was out and photocopy the pages and staple them into a book.
Then I found Garth Nix (I still read his books... so what if they're children's novels... They're good and capturing and always contain a strong picture of how he views the universe in it's operations)...
After that... I found Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker's Guide...
Of coarse shortly after that I found Doctor Who (Sorry, Isilma) and Firefly (Sorry, Isilma) and Torchwood (Sorry, Meaghan).
So on the Schwartz-geek-o-metre (we were discussing the metre of geekiness/nerdiness using a colour chart) I believe I was a green (which is... middle)...
But now... Strangely... I've fallen onto comic books (I will not touch the big names... I find the rare weird shtuff like the "Jay and Silent Bob" comic, "Serenity: Left Behind", etc...)
I don't know where that puts me on the Schwartz-geek-o-metre...

...
...Jobs...
I needs me a job.
I've re-written my resume. I should write a cover letter all fancy like tonight... Then figure out my references.
Then apply at some places.

So... After having been out of art for over a year... I've gotten the itch to draw a bunch...
So I decided to give my hand at a project...
Which should test my commitment and all that jazz.
I've got a basic plot...
(And no... It's not about Space Bunny and the Aminal Cwakkrs...)
So I plan to try my ass off for a while on this... Possible fail a few school assignments...
And then... What do I do with it?
*checks flickr for comic groups*
I imagine I'll force myself through a minor plot arc and then get sick of the characters and trash them for something else.

We're also progressing on the Zombies2 project.

Hello children.
We will start today's tale...
With wednesday.
I ran around fifth period trying to secure some tickets to the symphony... then I showed off the fruits of my labour.
(I actually got the last two tickets they had. Which I was surprised about...)
Anywho...
We had band practice on thursday were we vowed to not do covers again... Or atleast for a while... And scrapped all of our songs except for...
Brainwash (the metal song I penned) and
Mary Jane (the marijuana song Jess wrote.)

So comes the event. Friday starts... We were working on the script / outline for Zombies From Texas 2 ( link to the first one ) with Jesse (News reporter) and ... Well... No one, really.  Maybe Kevin.
We catch ze bus to the concert hall and climb up to the highest seats in the house (you know... since I'm 'fraid of heights...).
I really enjoyed the first piece (I believe it was... Roman Carnival by Berlioz?)
The second piece (Piano Concerto in G by Ravel) was alright... I didn't fancy it as much as others did...
But nonetheless... It was good.
The intermission was filled with people and extremely overpriced soda... (it was three fitty a bottle!!!)
So we come back to Barlioz's Symphonie Fantastique (I think?) which was nice.

I sat there... Just watching the orchestra play the song while she did the same to the left of me.

You can sometimes tell when someone is wearing a mask to the world... Masking their innards from everyone.
You can tell when someone is enjoying something...
You can tell when someone is being truthful...
You can tell when someone is bullshitting you...

I could have stayed home and listened to a Vivaldi cd collection...
But instead I went out...
And it's not just about the music... It's about who you're with.
And that made it for me.

Sitting there with someone who know is absorbing and appreciating it as much as you are.
Maybe just because we're both music geeks...


It's why I like watching shows with people, too...


Enough of me garbling on...
How is everyone?

I've actually gotten through most of the Serenity comic series now (few pages left) and I've got to show Isilma the rest of the series... then the movie. And then we've got ourself a brand new Brown Coat!


And yes... I am listening to Lenard Cohen's "Diamonds in the Mine".

Anywho... Goodnight, all.
I've got some zombie music to compose!

Thought #1When posed with the task of figuring out what words to use on a picture about myself, I often am left with a blank mind.
And when I don't have a blank mind, they're often stupid ideas.
So I usually fall back on "Hello".
Then I started to think.
Why that?

Sure, I'll say it to people in greeting and good-bye. But why that?
Why not something magnificent that makes people go "Wow..."?

And then... More so... Could it be so mind-bogglingly simple that it *does* make people think?

Thought #2
The connotation of life is so... bland. Some of us don't *live*, per-se. Some of us lay on a couch and push our mind to places it shouldn't go. All over some stupid bloody elements!
But we honour life in a respect that probably just shouldn't happen.
Now that I've written that sentence... I see that it's more of a evasion of natural selection party.
"You *didn't* die? Partaaaay!"
Which I'm actually quite fine with.
And I'm down for celebrating the times we've had when someone dies.
So that's why Sam is holding a celebration of life for her fish, Michael Angelo.
Wear bright and happy things. *Gets party tie*.

Thought #3
Titles... Are a bloody drag.
For instance, as I'm writing this- I am currently absent of a title for the entry.
Titles will boggle you, tie you to a couch and smack you upside the head until you think of the right combination of words to describe something.
Trying to figure out what something is... Is a terrible pain.
And of course, my normal approach (ask) doesn't tend to help. Because no one else seems to have the same thought patterns as another.

Thought #3 1/2
'Why?' is also a pain in the ass.
Douglas Adams had a rant about this in "the Salmon of Doubt" and it all came about to say that the only thing that could answer "why?" would be "why not?".
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
The thought process invoked by laying on a couch, over-viewing your life listening to Supertramp and then trying to figure out where things are, are terribly arbitrary when you go looking for an answer from someone who just *might* have it but then actually does not.

It is also found in the case where someone who raises questions in your mind... Only asks you more questions... There's no answers!
Actually... I got answers out of questions.
But that's besides the point!


It's all terribly confusing (that, or stunningly simple) where in I'm left just as confused as when I went in, but with different words in the place of old ones.
So what am I getting at?
You tell me.
In the comments. Right here.

 

I haven't written in a while... So I felt like I'd take a nice procrastinating break and write an entry.
Although I don't have much to write about.
At least anything I don't have to sort out in my head for a bit.

I figured some pictures would help for an entry.


Not much to say, per usual.

Don't know what to do now...

Haven't been able to write well in the last while.
Lyrically atleast.
The last thing was... "Know it all" or whatever it's name is.

WSO hasn't emailed me about the tickets to the season opener yet...
But I figure we can just go to something else. The season opener didn't interest me as much as some of the other shows.

Your song is stuck in my head and I'm having hallucinations.
Did Jess slip me something?

Anywho...


Slowly building an army of friends to perform "The Mysterious Ticking Noise" live...,
-AJ // Big-Yellow-Smiley-Guy

Well...
Sorry I haven't posted in a while...

I can't say that my head is on quite right at the moment (been thinking... and staring at that damned ceiling).
And I can't say my brain is in stock of metaphorical fish food (I don't know what to say about that line).
And I can't say I didn't get sick of cliche movies halfway through (watched Chasing Amy today...)
And I can't say I don't miss that figment in my head.
It's in the rain.
Infact... it rained today.
Not the right rain, though.
Not even enough to make me want to put on a bathrobe and whip out a good book to the thunder...
(Best way to read...)

And since I'm out of shit to say.
Here's some pictures.
Now... Since I'm tired (Okay... not really... But I'm going to bed)... I'm going to bed.

Leave a message or Keroppi-doll gets a dramatic dramatization of my version of the ending of 'White Zombie'.  =(


Good night...
-Your very own Andrew.
(I gave up in trying to put a special message in italicized words this time...)

[Warning... This entry will probably serve you no intellectual activity or thoughts what so ever... That's what mornings do to me... And this is to reflect that.]

Never really thought about that...
And honestly...
I hope I never will.

Moving on.
Why am I writing at 2 minutes before 7 on a Wednesday morning?
What force actually made me wake up so early...
(Not as early as school was... but still...)
I guess I like the morning hours (but by no means am I a "morning person")... Feels like you can accomplish much more by lunch than you can otherwise (although I probably never will).

Man... Maybe I should inject some coffee in my veins if I want to stay up right now... I spent about 6 minutes just staring at the last paragraph...

*Blinks*

Sonney and I made this weird ass song titled "Mystery Mix #1" on... Monday? Yes. Monday.
And it was originally... 18 minutes of us dicking around on my keyboard (piano-type) which we then shortened into 4 minutes and put some chorus and reverb on.
We then recorded...
-Us talking
-TV
-random guitar bits
And played them all backwards with some effects on them...
It was weird. Infact.... Meaghan was rocking in her chair of scared-ness.
....Muwahah!

Dont know how long this link will last... But if you actually want to listen to it (why?) then... go ahead?
http://download.yousendit.com/4A50DF982BC11410

Let's see...
Right!
I'll leave... links to the poko animation(s) for Meaghan...
So I don't forget to actually hand said link over.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=2uxL2kJH4hk
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=w_kNxkZ1WWo


Oh... And I showed her the Wombles...
Man, the Wombles are fuckin' weird... They're like... orange radical-hippie rats playing Beatles-esque pop about said radical-hippie-ness.
Rach showed me them a while back... And they're bloody addicting...
And then I showed Sonney and Jess... With the standard "What the fuck was that?" responses...
Then I showed (former attempted bassist) Matt... and he kept on watching it- but was still confused...
Then I showed Meaghan and got a...
"W
T
F
?"
What I'm trying to say is... They're bloody weird.

I'm-a go get me some caffeinated injections or something o.O

Or maybe clothes...
Blogging nude is weird.


*looks back at what I just wrote* Wow... I'm tired.

This entry was brought to you by... Parenthesis.

-Needs better study habits.