dokkaebi: (intarwebz)
Motivational posters. Kinda love 'em.

I made this one while taking a genre-specific writing workshop in which it became increasingly evident that some folks didn't know what speculative fiction entailed.



Here are some of my favorites. )

What're yours?
dokkaebi: (studio ghibli: happysan)
I want to be covered in a blanket of PUPPIES.

dokkaebi: my ham! gitcherown. >P ([gulliver] schemer)
AUGH, so my Stop Spending Money, Stupid plan kicks into action (again)... nnnow! Now. Right now. I've eaten out three times in the past week. Got groceries. AND BLEW MOST OF MY WRITERLY MONIES ON PLUGS.

LOOK AT THEM. SEE HOW SHINY. )

I guess it's a good thing I couldn't fob off my (last!) shift tomorrow. Though I do not look forward to walking to work in 90-degree weather. I'll at least make back maybe half of what i just spent D: Who am I kidding, no one wants to go out and about in this horrible heat.

Some recent keyboard smashing has resulted in a 20-page one-shot comic script, which me old friend is in the process of illustrating. I am currently writing another, probably longer script, which was meant to be a horror story but morphed inexorably into a cheerful romp of a thing and is now regaining some dark 'n' gory elements. I'm kind of really excited about this one, because it focuses on characters that haven't been rattling around in my brainpan for half my life, and loosely ties into another series I've been mulling over for a few years, but only in such a way that will be evident if you read the novels. Which I haven't written. Hah.

Know what I've realized? I don't have a single story to which I know the ending that ends on a purely happy note. I don't even know why. It's bittersweet at best. Except this one, I hope.
dokkaebi: if you drew this, please let me know so's I can credit you! (watchmen : omnomnom)
Who knew that action figures having a pissing contest (not literally) could be so endearing?

Evidently part of a series. XD

dokkaebi: art from The Invisibles (so you say you want a revolution)
So, if you've been awake at any point during the past week or so, you're probably already aware that there's some serious shit going down in Iran.

I'll be posting links to relevant pages as I find them. Please feel free to comment with links, videos, and images of your own.


A question that I have heard several times is this simple one: Do the Americans know what is happening here? They don’t complaint, but they want to know if the silence is politics or indifference or... One said, I hope the diplomats in Europe don’t sell us cheap.

One comment made by a couple of them, and this is directed at people inside and outside Iran, is tough to take: ‘it seems that we are all alone.’
-- Abbas Djavadi’s Blog

Why you should care | If you are safe in your home, and were able to sleep last night without the sounds of screaming from the rooftops, you need to know and understand what is happening to people just like you in Iran right now.

Iran bars foreign media from reporting on streets | The rules cover all journalists, including Iranians working for foreign media. It blocks images and eyewitness descriptions of the protests and violence that has followed last week’s disputed elections.

The Big Picture: News Stories in Photographs | Iran's Disputed Election, 41 (large) images of the largest street protests and rioting since the 1979 Iranian Revolution.

Daily Photos from Iran | Tehran 24 is a photoblog of Tehran (Capital of Iran) Daily Images from every where of this Metropolis. It contains streets,buildings,shopping centers,parks,views and all corners of Tehran.

From Tehran: Iranian Students | ...a few students in Tehran... confirmed that the attack on their dormitory was brutal, destructive, and the authorities may have taken as many as 100 students with them. In Tehran, one faculty told me, the security forces had thrown some student off a building.

CNN - State Department to Twitter: Keep Iranian tweets coming | officials say the internet, and specifically social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook, are providing the United States with critical information in the face of a crackdown on journalists by Iranian authorities.

The Green Revolution: How to Help | So you want to help Iran, but you're not actually in Iran? here's what you can do to help (Focused on twitter, since that's where the infowar is occurring.)

Boing Boing--Cyberwar guide for Iran elections | Yishay sez, "The road to hell is paved with the best intentions (including mine). Learn how to actually help the protesters and not the gov't in Iran."

Solidarity with Iran: Wear Green! | [W]e have our own American experience of stolen elections and their disastrous results. First I want to recommend an action that is simple, that is not likely to bring political change in the short run, but can remind ourselves of who we are and who the people of Iran are: WEAR GREEN -- A SHIRT, A TIE, A SCARF, A RIBBON.



دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election
dokkaebi: my ham! gitcherown. >P ([pipkin] o hai)
The saga begins when I noticed a rather large, flesh-colored lump on Pipkin's belly. I took hm to Bright Eyes, Bushy Tails, where a vet divined through the dark arts of modern medicine that the lump was, in fact, a tumor. We scheduled a lumpectomy, and I went to Chicago for less than a week, and when I returned it was to find to my horror that the lump had grown visibly. I don't have any photos of Tyrannolumpus Rex, because Pipkin is a squirmy bastard. But it was easily the size of my thumbnail.

So off we went--that is, Kara, who ought to be nominated for sainthood for driving Pipkin and me at the ass-o'-clock in the morning to get a little hammy operation.

Here he is in his ad hoc ambulance, with the special purple bedding that [personal profile] sai12 bought for him a couple months ago.


And here with a delicious Yogie, also supplied by [personal profile] sai12, and an apple treat.


At one point he bumped his head on the water spout and was liberally dampened. I plopped him on the roof of his hambulance so he could show off his punky 'do.


We left him at the vet's for a few hours, then were called back at around noon to pick him up. The incredibly reassuring, delightful folks at BE,BT called my ornery little friend "sweet." I kind of wish I could have seen him all zonked out and deceptively docile, but alas. He was still recovering from the anesthetic, I think, because he protested less than usual when the kindly vetlady picked him up to show me his stitches.

Mildly gory stitchery within. )

I took him home with a baggie of pain meds and instructions to keep him separated from Gulliver. Poor Gully--he's never been alone this long in his entire life!


In protest of this isolation, or perhaps to feign additional occupancy of his cage, Gulliver built a nest up on the platform.


Then, in a fit of pique, he shoved some bedding through the bars, and onto [profile] floraldeoderant's brand new EeePC.


Meanwhile, Pipkin spent most of his days sleeping and gnawing on giant foodstuffs--sometimes, as it appears in this photo, simultaneously.


While I tried to squirt painkillers into his mouth every 12 hours. The little jerk fastidiously avoided drinking most of it, but he didn't seem especially pain-y.


The good folks at BE,BT called recently to check up on Pipkin's progress. I'll know in a few days if the tumor was malignant or benign. Fingers crossed that this crotchety little fellow still has a good year on him.

Izzameme.

Jun. 9th, 2009 10:59 am
dokkaebi: (bumblebear!)
O hay. Memetiemz. Have removed the questions dependent on an original poster-respondent rapport. Too lazy to replace them with my own. :P

I stole this. )
dokkaebi: (what the fhtagn)
I like living near trees, if only because in the morning, when through my open window I hear the sound of wind rushing through the leaves, my sleep-addled brain can misinterpret it as the sound of waves rushing up a shore. An illusion that is spoiled nowadays more often than not by the inexplicably bovine bellows of my neighbors in the apartment complex three feet from mine.

I am convinced that they just like making noise.

Anyway, have a video about the woes of Korean pianists. I felt like this a lot when I was still thumping away at our studio piano, and occasionally on the baby grand in the dorms. Except I was mostly murdering Beethoven and the theme songs to animes, and not attempting Rachmaninoff. That shit's liable to drive you nuts.