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you know what they say, all toasters toast toast

I made this:

Messy hair doodles:

 
Shady Salesman draft:

 
River structure based off the thing that's there if you go right instead of left down the 8 miles near kelly park:

So! Finally got around to branching out on cosplays this last weekend at LvlUp Expo in Las Vegas. While I like my Kyle Katarn, it's starting to show some age and, on top of that, it's a little too obscure for a general anime/pop culture convention - it was originally made for a Star Wars con, though I still ended up with a bit of recognition, so I guess it wasn't horribly obscure.
 
My chronic procrastination and 40-hour work week(s) gave me very little time to work on anything but I managed to turn around a brand-new costume in about 2 weeks and... well, it shows in the paint and some construction quality. It was definitely 15-feet-rule worthy and gave me a good bit of insight into how to operate both my 3D printer and EVA foam - my first ever actually completed - so I'm still considering it a win, but it's no museum piece.
 
 
Then, on Sunday, I put together a low-impact costume of Dick Gumshoe (since I've always wanted to represent Ace Attorney in cosplay somehow) so I could walk around still referential to a franchise I like but one that I could use my hands in and not have to worry about parts falling off randomly.
 
 
It was certainly obscure, even compared to my Katarn, but it was still just within the wheelhouse of the con crowd to be instantly recognized by those In The Know. I think that feeling is the best for me when it comes to a costume: everyone can point out an Iron Man, or a Goku, or any other number of con staples, but to have people recognize the less-known character is great. Plus, the people who can point out your obscure costume are absolutely thrilled when they see your lesser-known character actually present. Hell, I got more requests to get a picture taken with me in my Dick Gumshoe than I did in my Tony Stark (which was a primarily single-subject shot, when people asked).
 
Overall, the con was great. Lots of stuff to see, even if it's a bit lower-key than I'm used to - two Star Wars Celebration cons have spoiled my sense of scale. Definitely inspired to do more costumes, with greater variety, and go to as many cons as I can (My next project: Freeman's HEV suit, mainly so I don't have to cut the beard). And, apparently, I need to use social media, or at least get a blog/page set up to document stuff, because people were asking who I was working for all con - even with my shoddy arm work. Also, I need to develop arc reactor kits for distribution because a lot of people wanted to buy that damn thing off of me.
 
Fun aside: There are still a lot of Homestucks around, apparently.

Well I bludgeoned him to a conclusive death with a shovel after so he didn't.
 
Also - it's better to just stomp them. Shovel is not efficient at all especially when it's midnight and you gotta get the maglite shining just right. I must've looked fucking insane when that car drove by.

That kind of raw potential can only be granted by most powerful artifact in the universe: The Adequacy Gauntlet.

You superhumans make me feel inadequate.

Wanna be the Batman of the Barely Useful Superpowers Cinematic Universe?

I can snap with both hands and curl my tongue AND roll my Rs. Apex human.

Ability to already know the expiry date of goods without having to check the actual label.

Short doodles:

How does it feel to be a redcoat?

Its not like you need to be a game company or a game developer to steal some Source assets, ask some people over the internet to yell some lines at their shitty mic, pile everything into some fanfic a 12 year-old wrote, call it a Half-Life game and then sell on Valve's own game store, with their own approval.

Latah.

3 quick character head doodles. Magic salesman with bubble top hat and infinite mustache, government man, and some random skank:

New quality content
 
 
 

Lads just woke up from a dream where I walked into an apartment and Jon Jafari asked me to housesit for a month and then broke my gameboy before leaving 

Went there 2 weeks ago. Know a dude who lives there. Say hi to him for me.
 
Nice job handling there. Weirdest human interaction I've ever had was maybe 6-7 years ago in a park, some dude my age who I'd never seen came up to me and greeted me by name like we were old friends. Forgot his name, but he said we were friends in elementary. He even knew the school name. He recalled things that he and I had allegedly done back in school that I had no fuckin recollection of. But I swear I'd never seen this guy in my fuckin life before. Creepy shit.

Had a really harrowing dream last night where I got some kind of cleaning job for a "cemetary" except for some reason people were buried in these kinds of pipes that went deeper and deeper into the ground. I cleaned one little altar with a picture of the deceased person on it and then had to crawl down deeper into the pipes for the next altar. I could barely fit through the pipes and they constantly made S-bends demanding me to turn around mid descend and not only was I petrified I could get stuck at any moment it was also very clear that it was not physically possible to climb up again due to how the pipes bent

I just had such a cool dream!
 
A friend and I were playing hide and seek in the neighborhood. I had to hide. There was this big, tall house at the end of the neighborhood, that'd never been there before. I sprinted down the street while she wasn't looking and knocked on the door. A 50-something looking lady greeted me and asked me who I might be. I told her my name was Paris, and she let me in with no question of my parents or who I was related to, as if I was already a known face.
 
The interior of the house was magnificent, it looked like something out of the Gilded Age. Mahogany floors, brass railings, a grand chandelier and staircase splitting in two directions in the center of this seemingly impossible lobby! There were many people there, and I quickly caught word of why that was the case. Everyone there was all family, holding a banquet in honor of one of the oldest family members, who was on her deathbed. I was still playing a game of hide and seek, so I looked around the house for a good spot.
 
The house had 7 floors, and several elevators (2 large ones and ~5 single-person ones), but I opted not to use the elevators; someone might ask who I was exactly. I explored several rooms of the labyrinth: an orchestra room, a chorus room, a dining hall, someone's bedroom (seemingly a kid, he had Breath of the Wild on PS4???), a bathroom, and eventually I reached the top floor, where the old lady was on her deathbed.
 
Quite an awkward situation I was put in, I decided to comfort her as she died. If anything, it would lower suspicion concerning my identity. Someone pulled me aside, and questioned whom I was related to. There were many people at this house, and I quickly pulled a name from my head, saying I was "Aunt Jill's cousin". The man could not deny nor confirm my assertion, and dismissed me.
 
I sensed tensions were getting high at this point- I've been wandering around this house rapidly and aimlessly with little mingling, and I had a feeling that man went off to express his concerns to others down below. I decided it was time for me to leave. I excused myself, saying I needed water, and hurriedly looked for an elevator. I found a single-person elevator in a bathroom, and quickly took it.
 
The elevator's front was glass, allowing me to see all the other floors of the house as I passed down them. As I descended, the singers in the chorus room were practicing, the orchestra members were playing, and everyone else was gathered at a giant rectangular table, feasting in the dining hall. Everyone at the table, dozens of people, instantly turned to look at me descending in the elevator; they knew I was a fraud now.
 
I finally reached the bottom floor, where the elevator let off on the other side of the lobby. The door was all the way opposite me, and I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I bolted for the front door, not wanting to get arrested today. I sprinted outside, but so did the man chasing me. I was faster however, and he gave up chase. Out of breath, I returned home down the street, and saw my friend as I did. I told her what had happened and she didn't even bother tagging me.

I just had such a cool dream!
 
A friend and I were playing hide and seek in the neighborhood. I had to hide. There was this big, tall house at the end of the neighborhood, that'd never been there before. I sprinted down the street while she wasn't looking and knocked on the door. A 50-something looking lady greeted me and asked me who I might be. I told her my name was Paris, and she let me in with no question of my parents or who I was related to, as if I was already a known face.
 
The interior of the house was magnificent, it looked like something out of the Gilded Age. Mahogany floors, brass railings, a grand chandelier and staircase splitting in two directions in the center of this seemingly impossible lobby! There were many people there, and I quickly caught word of why that was the case. Everyone there was all family, holding a banquet in honor of one of the oldest family members, who was on her deathbed. I was still playing a game of hide and seek, so I looked around the house for a good spot.
 
The house had 7 floors, and several elevators (2 large ones and ~5 single-person ones), but I opted not to use the elevators; someone might ask who I was exactly. I explored several rooms of the labyrinth: an orchestra room, a chorus room, a dining hall, someone's bedroom (seemingly a kid, he had Breath of the Wild on PS4???), a bathroom, and eventually I reached the top floor, where the old lady was on her deathbed.
 
Quite an awkward situation I was put in, I decided to comfort her as she died. If anything, it would lower suspicion concerning my identity. Someone pulled me aside, and questioned whom I was related to. There were many people at this house, and I quickly pulled a name from my head, saying I was "Aunt Jill's cousin". The man could not deny nor confirm my assertion, and dismissed me.
 
I sensed tensions were getting high at this point- I've been wandering around this house rapidly and aimlessly with little mingling, and I had a feeling that man went off to express his concerns to others down below. I decided it was time for me to leave. I excused myself, saying I needed water, and hurriedly looked for an elevator. I found a single-person elevator in a bathroom, and quickly took it.
 
The elevator's front was glass, allowing me to see all the other floors of the house as I passed down them. As I descended, the singers in the chorus room were practicing, the orchestra members were playing, and everyone else was gathered at a giant rectangular table, feasting in the dining hall. Everyone at the table, dozens of people, instantly turned to look at me descending in the elevator; they knew I was a fraud now.
 
I finally reached the bottom floor, where the elevator let off on the other side of the lobby. The door was all the way opposite me, and I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I bolted for the front door, not wanting to get arrested today. I sprinted outside, but so did the man chasing me. I was faster however, and he gave up chase. Out of breath, I returned home down the street, and saw my friend as I did. I told her what had happened and she didn't even bother tagging me.

yeah fuck sigs

Could be worse.
Yesterday, Medic talked on the fear of death and the methods she uses to avoid it! Number 23 will shock you!