Strange Ways

I couldn't save him (sniff)

2008-01-03T04:10:00.000-08:00

Farewell,little alien buddy. I hope you find a good home.

For old time's sake

2007-12-01T15:15:00.001-08:00

I don't know how many of you guys still visit this blog. I'm sorry I don't come back anymore. I'm on My Space too much.

I know you guys visit and I know you guys look at my stuff. I guess, on myspace, you KNOW someone is there. It's weird but I think that was what I needed.

I'll try to come back more often but don't hold me to it. For those of you who know what happened in my life, you'll understand. For those of you who DON'T KNOW, well . . . you'll know soon. :)

Slip Art 03

2007-06-17T18:50:00.001-07:00

Slip Art 02

2007-06-16T20:22:00.000-07:00

Slip Art 01

2007-06-15T03:38:00.001-07:00

The Slip Art begins

2007-06-14T03:37:00.001-07:00

The Creative Urge

2007-05-31T05:07:00.000-07:00

I was inspired when I stopped by the website of www.1001journals.com

I saw how people would contribute to a specific journal, then send it on it's way; kinda of a social experiment. I thought it was a good idea, so I decided to do my own. I thought, why not? It would be cool to see what happens.

So, I bought four journals. And marked them accordingly.

1. I left at the post office. I went back the next day and sure enough, someone picked it up. I can only hope they didn't throw it away.
2. The second one I dropped off at Discovery Mills Mall in Ga. It's gone from it's location as well.
3. The third one I will mail to one of my friends in a far away state; probably Shelley or Lizzie, I haven't made up my mind yet. Or maybe both, now that I am thinking about it.
4. The fourth one will stay with me and I will let anybody they want to to contribute whatever they want to.

The journal will hopefully include the following:
drawings, writings, poems, doodles, sketches, haikus, collages and anything else people can fit into it.

For those who took journal's one and two, I look forward to hearing from you when it's completed. Every page of the journal will be scanned and placed on this website.

Thanks again
Jason

Royal Wedding

2007-05-30T08:01:00.000-07:00

The darkness had enveloped the land. Bugs that swam in the night sky flooded the area. They could tell something was happening. The Ant Herders and the Fairies all knew; something big was about to happen.

A king and queen were about to become one.

Lord Fenris took a deep breath and exhaled. He looked at his black cloak and dusted it off. The wolf lord checked his sleeves and took off nearly every piece of lint he could find. “Father, will you relax? Please?” his son Ashley begged.

Fenris paused and smiled. He rubbed his face vigorously; hoping to remove the fear from him. “I don’t know why I am so nervous, Ash.” He whispered, “There is nothing left me for me to fear.”

“It’s typical, father.” The wolf prince dusted off the back of the cloak for him, “Red Sonja is a wonderful woman. She will make a worthy queen of Gardovia.”

The tall man looked at his son and gently placed his hands on his shoulders. “You’re not upset?” he asked, “Believe me when I say she can never take your mother’s place.”

“I know that, father. Nor do I also accept the fact that you must be alone.” He patted his arms, “This . . . .this is the right thing to do.”

Fenris embraced his son. “Thank you, son. I love you.”

“I love you too, father.”

“My lords.” The wolf captain Stillgard whispered, “Our future queen approaches.”

Fenris had managed to assemble the majority of his loyalists that were purged from Gardovia. Those, among his new friends, were worthy to attend his wedding. In the darkness several human servants followed the red queen. Sonja smiled at friends, draped a soft white gown, and cloak. Fenris was frozen; her beauty had always captivated him. Ashley smirked as he saw his father immobilized. He calmly placed up his hood for him and tapped his back; to make sure the sword was there. The wolf prince then gently shoved him forward. Lord Fenris walked up and met Sonja. The warrior smiled at his strong and rugged features. The wolf lord gently held out his hand and she took it. He then led her into the glowing temple of Luna.

Inside the old wizard Maveck was waiting for him. He calmly rose from his sitting position as his monk followers were lighting torches around the temple. Fenris and Sonja approached him; standing side by side. The old wizard smiled at the wolf lord, as he was a long teacher to the man many years ago. It gave him pride to seem him take another queen. The werewolves, friends and others loyal to Fenris stood by his side, as did Sonja’s followers stand by her. Maveck had chosen to begin. “Warriors . . . .wolves . . .humans and brethren alike . . .we are gathered here to witness the union of two of our lands greatest warriors. Lord Arthur Fenris, revered wolf lord and Red Sonja, warrior queen and stout defender of those long forgotten.”

Fenris and Sonja smiled at each other as the wizard continued.

“The bonds of a man and woman are strong,” Maveck smiled, “The bonds between a king and queen are even stronger. For their love, they must defend their kingdoms and apply forgiveness before applying vengeance. It is spoken in the old way as it is spoken today. We see not the joining of kingdoms; we see the joining of two souls. Now . . .present the swords.”

Fenris calmly pulled out a sword with a golden handle, plus three holes in the bottom of the blade. Sonja pulled out a long sword with a darken place and two handed hilt. The two warrior turned to each other and held the swords to their right sides. Sonja gently put hand on the golden hilt and Fenris put his hand on the huge hilt. “You may speak your vows.” Maveck smiled.

Fenris took a deep breath and smiled. The redheaded warrior grinned at his nervousness; gently biting her lower lip. “Red Sonja.” Fenris smiled, “You are many things to me. You are a friend. You are a lover. You are a soul mate. I have . . . .I have gone many years without knowing what love was really like. The night I held you in my arms as you needed me was the night I knew I would do anything for you. I . . .I have no kingdom as of yet but I will reclaim it one day. I had nothing to give you but you loved me anyway. You are my light, Red Sonja. I know you will free me from darkness. For our love and our union, I give you this sword. It’s name is Windsong . . .because the three special punctures in the blade give it a singing voice as it glides through the air. It was taken from an insane warrior princess in the Himalayas. In your hands, it will bring justice.”

Fenris removed his hand from the Windsong and allowed Sonja to caress its golden hilt. It felt good in her hands and she knew it would be used for righteousness. “Sonja, you make speak your vows.” Maveck told her.

The warrior queen smiled at the wolf lord who was about to become her husband. “Fenris . . .my wolf lord . . .my king. You don’t know what I was going through. You don’t know how deep I was in despair and self hate. You pulled me from that. You rescued me. In was in that moment, I didn’t fall in love with you; I fell in love with your soul. It glowed me to me and I saw beyond the wolf; I saw the man inside. The king, the warrior and the lover. Our lives will forever be entwined and I will enjoy standing by your side. Your enemies will be my enemies and there will be nothing we can’t overcome together. For our love and our union, I give you this sword. It’s name is Black Razor . . . .for it is able to harness the power of the Lord Hades. It was taken from a Rage Monk in the kingdom of Slayvian. It is said only those will the power can wield it for good or evil . . . .I know you will turn it into a force of good for your people.”

Sonja removed her hand from the long hilt and Fenris took the sword. The Black Razor sparkled a little in the blade, accepting it’s new master. The two lovers started at each other, awaiting the next and last part of the marriage ceremony. “The removal of cloaks.” Maveck said to the people near them.

A young maiden came up and removed the cloak from the head of Red Sonja. Ashley came up behind his father and removed his cloak. The two took a step closer to each other, holding both their hands as their servants collected their swords. Maveck held up his hands as small bursts of yellow fire erupted from his fingertips. “The swords have been exchanged, your souls laid bare . . . .Now a simple kiss will seal this union.” He spoke majestically.

Fenris leaned in and closed his eyes. Sonja closed her eyes as she felt his breath begin to caress her clips. Their lips finally touch; a kiss of longing, a kiss of passion. Fenris held her close and Sonja could feel the passion burning inside her. She squeezed his hands as she kissed him. Then they slowly parted as Fenris gazed into her green eyes and she gazed up into his glowing yellow eyes. “My queen.” He whispered.

“My king.” She replied.

The two warriors turned and faced their friends, family and disciples. Ashley was the first to kneel and the other’s slowly followed. Stillgard then pulled out his sword and held it up. The other warriors then presented their swords and weapons. Maveck walked up then held out his hands; shooting flame from his palms into the darkness of the sky, lighting up their surroundings. “MY FRIENDS!!!” he bellowed, “I GIVE YOU . . .KING FENRIS AND QUEEN SONJA!!!”

“HAIL! HAIL! HAIL! HAIL!” the warriors chanted.

Fenris smiled at his friends and Sonja felt like she was on top of the world. They both knew; it as only the beginning.

Boredom

2007-05-21T18:23:00.000-07:00

Been on a creative streak so far this summer. And the summer isn't over yet. I made these stickers while waiting for calls at my job.

Here is a man I dubbed the Witch Hunter.

Sorry for the gaps

2007-05-21T18:01:00.000-07:00

But I don't like the way blogspot posts on it's own. I wonder if Picasa works yet?

Here is Figerow. He's a mutated black olive.

Last one

2007-05-21T17:29:00.000-07:00

The Driver

Alternate Dimension

2007-05-19T11:09:00.000-07:00

“CHARRRLIIEEEEEE!!!!” Seth screamed as he ran toward the metal door.

His fellow musician heard him calling his name but did what he had to. He closed the metal door and locked it; as the water kept rushing in. Desmond and Seth ran toward the door, and the singer immediately banged on the door. “CHARLIE!!!” he screamed.

Charlie did nothing. He stood there watching the water fill in quickly. All he could think about was Claire and Aaron. If he knew his sacrifice would get them off the Island, then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. The sadness over took him. He didn’t want to turn around; he could hear Seth screaming behind him. The banging on the glass meant they were attempting to break through. Maybe they would succeed; maybe they wouldn’t. Charlie then remembered what had happened when he was talking to Penny. It donned on him why he closed the door. He had to keep the station from flooding so Desmond and Charlie could deliver the message to the core group. Charlie frantically started to write something on his palm. He gasped, trying to keep his head above water long enough to write the message.

Seth started to hyperventilate. His best friend was drowning in front of him. Desmond was in shock; not able to break the glass in time. Then the singer gasped as Charlie came back to the window. He was holding his breath, and looking at them. He then placed his palm onto the window and Seth blinked at the message.

NOT PENNY’S BOAT

“What?” he whispered.

“It . . . .it’s not Penny’s boat?” Desmond called through the glass.

Charlie shook his head, agreeing with Desmond so he could tell everybody something was up with Naomi. The musician then looked back to Seth. The former bookstore clerk looked at his friend underwater. Seth started to grit his teeth as tears flowed down his cheeks. His nails made a high-pitch screeching sound as they trailed down the glass. Charlie then started to fall back in the room; crossing himself per his Catholic religion. Seth’s face started to twitch. The rage had set in on Mikhail and every dream they had together off the Island, disappeared in a matter of a few minutes. However, what the Others didn’t know about Seth; what enabled him to survive being tortured by them, was the one thing he was always good at.

He never gave up.

“AAAAAARRRRHHHHGGGGG!!!” Seth screamed as he ran back toward the wet pool.

“SETH!” Desmond screamed as he watched his friend run toward the water and dive in.

Seth immediately turned around and began to swim toward the direction of the port hole. He used his arms to get toward the outer hull as fast as he could. The moment he was free of the structure, he looked up. The open port hole was right above him; signaled by the occasional passing bubble. Seth floated up, letting a few bubbles escape his nose. By the time he reached the port hole, Charlie was floating inside. The singer reached forward him but couldn’t reach him. Desmond looked through the glass, shocked that Seth had made it. The young man gritted his teeth as he shoved the majority of his arm in and managed to fit in his head. He was screaming in defiance under the water as he waved his hands frantically trying to reach Charlie. “SETH!!” Desmond screamed through the glass, “GET OUT OF THERE!!”

Seth looked at him briefly and then kept reaching for Charlie.

“SETH, YOU’LL DROWN TOO!!!” the Scotsman screamed, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!”

The singer then stopped and glared at Desmond with intense anger. The explorer was even taken back by the look in Seth’s eyes. He couldn’t hear him but his eyes were telling him what he needed to hear.

Don’t tell me what I can’t do.

Seth opened his mouth, as a massive bubble came out and he grabbed Charlie by the shirt. He quickly pulled his friend toward him. He then reached in and pulled Charlie out by the arms. Desmond’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he watched Seth pull the musician right out the porthole. It never occurred to him that Charlie was small enough and thanks to living on the Island; skinny enough to fit through it. “BLOODY HELL!!” he laughed as the amazing sight.

Seth began to kick and paddle toward the surface. He followed the bubbles up as he pulled Charlie’s limp body with him. His lungs were on fire and every muscle in his body felt like concrete. Seth felt his vision starting to go blurry from the struggle of being under the water. He could feel the water entering his lungs as he swam toward the shimmering light above him. Seth then burst out of the water, coughing up the water from his lungs. He then got Charlie’s head out of the water. “CHARLIE!!” he screamed.

His fellow musician said nothing as a slowly trickle of blood came out his nose.

“CHARLIE!!!” Seth screamed, starting to give him a Heimlich maneuver, “PLEASE, CHARLIE!! DON’T GIVE UP ON ME!!!”

The musician jolted as he continued to receive the Heimlich maneuver from his friend.

“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Seth screamed as he continued to pull into Charlie’s stomach; hoping to revive him as quickly as possible. He closed his eyes; begging God to save his friend. Charlie had so much to offer. He was going to get back on his feet. He was going to be a great musician again. He was going to live happily ever after with Claire and Aaron in Los Angeles. Seth screamed against as he slammed his fist into Charlie’s chest.

Then Charlie vomited.

“’CHARLIE!!!” Seth held him aloft, “That’s it! Breathe, Charlie, breathe!!!”

Charlie coughed and coughed; spitting up water plus the contents of his stomach. He opened his eyes and tried to stay afloat. Seth held onto him, helping keep his head above water. Seth hugged him, nearly brought to tears. “Thank God, Thank God.” He wept.

“Seth . . .no . . . I was . . . .suppose to die . . .” Charlie said, holding onto him.

“Not like that, Charlie.” Seth said, frantically looking around, “You’re gonna die in Los Angeles. An 80 year old man with Claire by your side as you watch Aaron grow into a man. That’s how you’re going to die.”

“But . . .she won’t get off the Island . . .unless I die . . .”

“WE’LL GET OF THE ISLAND, CHARLIE!!” the singer grunted, “All of us! You, me, Claire, Brendon, Shanna, Mia, Alicia, ALL OF US!! We’re getting off this Island together!”

“Of course . . .we are.” Charlie smiled as he held onto his friend.

“Aw, crap!” the singer looked toward their little boat, “The catamaran is sinking. Damn, Mikhail! He shot it full of holes. We gotta swim to the beach, Charlie.”

“I’ll try . . .” he said, fighting to keep his eyes open.

“Go limp, brohiem. I’ll get you there.” Seth said, as he began to swim.

The two friends began to head back toward the shore. The waves were rushing against them. Seth fought for air, as he swim but kept Charlie with him. The musician was worried that he failed in his task but it was too late now. He was alive and even though he was fully prepared to die; he was happy that Seth saved him. “Thanks . . .for never giving up . . on me, Seth.” Charlie said, holding onto his shoulder.

“Never, Charlie.” Seth spit out some water as he kept swimming, “We’re going to get back to Los Angeles, Shanna, Dutch and Karleigh will help us form Turboshaft and then what will we become?”

Charlie looked at him.

“C’mon, Charlie!” his friend laughed, “What will we become?”

The musician smiled. “Bloody . . .rock gods.” He grinned.

“You’re damn right, brohiem!” Seth chuckled.

Seth finally found his footing, as his feet touched the sand beneath him. He cupped Charlie’s hands together and held him on his back. Charlie was weak from his ordeal, so he held onto his friend best he could. Seth continued to walk as the water was up to his waist. He had to get Charlie back to Jack and Tony so they could check him out. He wasn’t worried about Desmond; he had access to diving gear. He knew the Scotsman would make it back alive. “Mikhail.” Charlie whispered.

“It’s all right, Charlie. He’s dead.” Seth kept walking.

“No . . he’s . . .down the beach.”

Seth then looked abruptly down the beach and to his astonishment; the one-eyed Russian was emerging from the water at the same time they were. The singer stared in awe. He saw what Mikhail did just like Charlie. “How is he alive?” Charlie coughed, “He was . .holding a . . .sodding hand-grenade! I know he was!”

Seth didn’t answer. The more he stared at the Russian, the more his blood pressure shot up into his eyeballs. He no longer saw a man; he saw a monster. A monster that just tried to kill his good friend. Seth blinked out of his red haze and then reached behind his back to retrieve the Glock stuck in his belt line. He then shifted the gun around and began to fire down the beach. Mikhail jolted as the bullets whizzed by him. He then pulled out his own Glock and began to fire back at them. Seth didn’t jolt. The bullets splashed in the water around him as they started to get further up the beach. Seth fired his weapon, trying to strike the Russian but he kept walking. Mikhail returned fire but the bullets continued to strike the ground. The two combatants were out of range of each other. Seth fired again, hoping to hit him.

CLICK.

Seth blinked, and gasped that the gun was empty. He had taken it from Bonnie down below so there were no extra clips. His eyes twitched, as he saw Mikhail then pick up his rifle that he shot at him and Desmond with earlier. Seth looked around and saw the cover up on the trees. There was no way he’d make it in time with Charlie on his back. Mikhail picked up the rifle and armed it. He calmly aimed it at Seth and Charlie. The singer stood his ground; hoping that the Russian would miss. Charlie closed his eyes and laid his head on Seth’s back. He knew the rifle would have enough firepower to cut them both in half. Mikhail leaned up to aim.

It happened so fast, Seth and Charlie really didn’t have time to fully witness it. Brendon had come from the bushes and ran up behind Mikhail. The Russian then screamed as the young Asian man sliced up the back of his knees. As the nerves and tendons gave way, the Russian dropped his rifle. Brendon quickly kicked it out of the way, and held his sword on Mikhail’s cheek. The flow of red hair came out of the woods and Shanna quickly grabbed the rifle. She pointed it Mikhail as he grunted and leaned back onto his legs that stopped working. Dutch then came out of the woods with Karleigh and Mia right behind him. The guitarist looked down the beach and saw Seth walking with Charlie leaning on his shoulder. He took a deep sigh and massaged his chest. “They are all right.” He whispered.

“Oh, thank God.” Mia gasped.

“How did you know something was wrong, Brendon?” Shanna asked.

“I trust my instincts.” He said coldly as he kept his blade on Mikhail.

Mikhail looked up at the younger group. Dutch glared at him with intense hatred. Shanna did the same but she had the rifle. Her trigger finger was getting incredibly itchy. Seth finally arrived as he held onto Charlie. He looked at Brendon who smiled at them both; happy they were safe. “What . . .what are you guys doing here?” asked Seth.

“Brendon said something felt wrong about what you guys were doing, so he quickly ran out this way,” Karleigh smiled, “we followed.”

“How . . did you know . .Brendon?” Charlie coughed.

“Aaron.” The Asian man still stared at Mikhail, “He started crying for no reason. He’d never done that until now. It just . . .felt wrong.”

“Thanks, Samurai.” Seth smiled.

“What . . .what do we do with this guy?” Mia pointed.

Mikhail looked at Seth, who was still staring at him. The singer wiped the salt water out of his hair and took a deep breath. “That’s easy.” He whispered, “We’re gonna kill him.”

“I agree.” Brendon said.

“Seth, is that . . . .justifiable?” Mia gasped, “I mean, I know he’s a bad guy but-“

“But nothing, Mia.” The singer hissed, “He tried to kill Charlie and that’s all the excuse I need.”

“Now that I have heard that, it’s all the excuse I need.” The Asian concluded.

“Mikhail is hard to kill, Brendon.” Seth pointed out, “Remember when his ears exploded in the sonic fence? Down there, Desmond shot him with in the chest with a harpoon and I swear to you, he was holding a grenade and it blew up; trying to take Charlie with him.”

“He survived . . . .holding a hand grenade?” Mia said, in completely shock.

Mikhail gasped as he felt the samurai sword tap his chin. “Then let me take his head.” The Asian grinned, “Let’s see him heal up from that.”

“Wait!” Mikhail said in his gruff Russian accent, “You don’t want to do this!”

“No, I think we really do.” Seth hissed.

“I was just following orders. It wasn’t personal!”

“Wasn’t . . . . personal?” the singer’s left eye began to flicker from his anger, “You struck up Charlie like a piece of meat . . .you kidnap Claire . . .you kidnap Walt . . .You torture me . . . you shot Brendon . . .and now you tried to drown Charlie. Sorry, Mikhail, but it’s VERY FREAKING PERSONAL!!!!”

Karleigh buried her head in Dutch’s chest. Mia slightly turned away. Shanna crossed her arms and held the gun near her. None of them wanted to kill Mikhail but they need they had to; otherwise, he’d just come back and attack them later. Brendon placed the blade on the back of his neck, measuring him up. Mikhail made a low mumble, as his legs couldn’t even work for him to run. The Asian then held up his sword. “Wait.” Charlie said.

Brendon stopped, after hearing his friend speak. Seth looked at his friend, wondering why he stopped them. The musician coughed a little more and stared at the Russian as salt water dripped from his beard. “Mikhail . . .” Charlie glared, “When you see the devil . . .tell him, when he messes with me . . . .he messes with my whole FAMILY.”

Seth smiled at Charlie’s statement. The musician then motioned for Brendon to do the deed. The Asian held it up into the air. Mikhail began to produce a slow whine. Then Brendon brought down the sword in a fast motion. “KAI!!!!” he screamed.

Mikail’s head landed on the ground and began to follow down the hill of the beach. It collected sand in the bloody stump as it rolled, then landed into the water. Then the waves washed over it and it began to float out into the tide. As it bobbed up and down in the water, then all of a sudden a shark came out of no where and swallowed Mikail’s head completely. It flickered it’s tail in the air, showing it’s Dharma logo. The group of young adults were watching this strange scene unfold before them; hypnotized by it. Shanna held the rifle toward her chest and was the first one to speak.

“That was cool.” She whispered.

Suggestive Pop Tarts.

2007-03-01T04:19:00.000-08:00

What the hell is this?

My friend JD showed me this wrapper and I had to scan it to show everybody else.

The wrapper of these Pop Tarts shows a suggestive cartoon. On the right is a woman with "curvy" hips. To the left is a man, who is pointing to what appears to be a "smile" near his crotch area and he says, "Let me do the talking."

It's happened before. Cartoonist sneaking in "Inuendo" in their cartoon strips. Jessica Rabbit flashing her breast in a single frame of the movie. Woody from Toy Story having a "bulge" in his pants during a Burger King Promotion.

Could this be another case of that? Below is a image of the same picture I had to HIGHLIGHT certain sections of the wrapper in photo shop, simply because it wouldn't scan right. Click on it for better viewing.

Random Sketchs

2007-02-13T18:49:00.000-08:00

As the sketch points out, I was losing my mind that day.

Shark Attack

2007-02-13T18:46:00.000-08:00

My friend Chip sent me this picture.

I got him Bob The Surfer for christmas one year I believe and he added the special shark from the Shark Rack company.

Take care, Chip. Where ever you are. I miss you, buddy.

The Struggle

2007-02-13T02:53:00.000-08:00

I wake up and not only are my covers all out of whack, I got a dry mouth and a moaning cat demanding her food.

This is my typical wake up call.

I get up at 5:30 am, and before you label me as "crazy", the only reason I do it is so I don't "rush" to get out of the house on my way to work. I prefer to take my time. Not to mention it's a struggle to wake up in the morning. I get up, I walk toward the kitchen followed by my starving cat, I pour her food, I gently stroke her side (she expects it) and then I walk into the living room and sit down where the TV is still playing.

It's set to mute so I don't hear what these people are saying but judging from the word bubbles and the "did you know" shit flashing on the screen, I'm assuming they are selling Herbs. Talking about this stuff they say will clean you out. Maybe but I ain't buying. First off the guy selling this junk looks like John Water's little brother with his razor thin pencil mustache. I wouldn't trust this guy to check me out of a book store let alone sell me herbs "designed" to clean me out.

Oh, yeah, me and my brother are bunnies on City of Villains.

So Watch out.

baptismal hairline (spam haikus)

2007-01-17T11:02:00.000-08:00

Courtesy of my friend Cathy. This one is strangely profound. :)

This thinking matches the philosophyof ConsumerDriven Contracts, which is one of the reasons I find consumerdriven contracts so compelling.

Ging reminded his audience that poverty can be alleviated through education, however because of the boycott, the whole school system is on the verge of collapse.3 trillion over the next ten years. But as often as not I see mock objects described poorly. The heart of a build file is definingtasks and the dependencies between them. I can put the former on my hard disk with many siblings thatcollectively weigh less than the latter. The international aid boycott has put Palestinians in a difficult situation, leaving many jobless and hungry. Both the Village Voice mention and the report itself appear to hint that the motivation for the investigation was racially-motivated and Who, you ask, is the subject of her human interest story, this fortunate soul enjoying the benefits of socialism?

A header interface forces you toimplement every method, even if you're not going to need them; but with a role interface you only need to implement exactly what's needed.Since then I've run into mock objects more and more. Try a homeless park janitor who hasn't eaten in three days.
Either term is an ugly mouthful to say, but as it'sa widely accepted term I'll hold my nose and use it.

Medical sources said that Iz Ed Deen died after sustaining a fatal wound in the cervix, while Al Samady was hit by a round of live ammunition in his throat. Asset Prices and Portfolio Choice Investors and Markets:Portfolio Choices, Asset Prices and Invetment AdviceForthcoming, The Princeton University PressWilliamF. Want to write your own review of tax software? fill is theexercise phase. What thisargument misses, is the point that ant is really its own languageanyway.

However we should be wary of trying to completelyexorcise the homonym. Two Stochastic Processes 33 and 2.

State terrorism is our biggest problem today. i'll try to clarify this later.

OMG! JASON IS POSTING!!

2007-01-11T13:46:00.000-08:00

Well, what can I say? Maybe I needed to be away from it for a while before I could feel the need to start coming back.

and the return will be simplier. The return of Cool Names of the Week.

Trish Drinkwater (I shit you not)

Austin Wolf (sounds like a bad soap opera name)

Joe Hung (yeah. . . .)

June Wolffinger ( wolf finger? EWWWWW)

Devin Jeon (how do you pronouce this?)

Puttagunta Ranga (does that actually translate to something?)

Thomas Groppebecker (hmmm . . . )

Bucky Buckmire (His nick name should be Double Ott Buck)

THE BEST ONE OF THE QUARTER

Chick Darling (get this . . . .this name came from a guy!)

Quick Prayer!

2006-12-21T05:02:00.000-08:00

I'm not Daniel when he faced the Lion!

So I appreciate the Irony, Lord!

Tech dies in his own Call Center.

But I've . . got . . .OTHER . . . .PLANS!!!

Peak Season 2007 (TIS)

2006-11-30T02:40:00.000-08:00

Pike walked into the call center and gasped at the sight of Applejack covered in bandages. "Oh, don't worry, Pike," he smiled as he always did, "I was just grazed."

"Been a while since I seen you like this." she said, putting down her lunch bag.

"I got into a fight with some customers."

"Did happen to kill any of them, did ya?" she smirked.

"Not that I know of. But they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sure." Applejack concluded.

"How the hell do you suppose Jason and I are going to square this with management?" Pike asked in frustration.

"There ain't no squaring it, not this time." Applejack stood up, "This ain some mis-matched W2 . . .or some creep who doesn't know how to use his delete key. Hey, hey, THIS IS BIG!"

"Settle down, Applejack. Drink some coffee."

Applejack screamed, "This is BLOOD for SUPPORT, and by the gallons! This is the old peak season man, the BAD peak seaon, the all or nothing PEAK season. It's back! There's not choices left . . ..and I'm ready for war."

Clash of Jason's Titans

2006-11-19T09:48:00.000-08:00

I'm getting really good with photoshop. This is Raven and Fleshmonger; two warring experiments from a fiction I've been writing.

Orange Crushed

2006-11-19T09:47:00.000-08:00

not too bad, really

We only support THE SOFTWARE

2006-11-19T09:46:00.000-08:00

We seem to be getting a lot more of those calls lately

Cudly Gozilla VS Cudly Gidrath

2006-11-19T09:45:00.000-08:00

monster mash

MODY says Blast

2006-11-19T09:43:00.000-08:00

nuff said

MODY fights till the end

2006-11-19T09:16:00.000-08:00

The mighty mody strikes again

Illustration Friday : Wind

2006-10-28T05:59:00.000-07:00

I'm entering my expressionist phase.

What do you think?

It's a Mad World

2006-10-28T05:44:00.000-07:00

I drew this during one particulary rough peak season. Anybody guess why?

A fun Meeting

2006-10-28T05:31:00.000-07:00

How would an Alien determine what a cactus was?

another artistic piece

2006-09-19T03:42:00.000-07:00

"Horizontal Flood."

Habachi-San

2006-09-19T03:41:00.000-07:00

Not a bad restaraunt

Hair Styles Sketches

2006-09-19T03:40:00.000-07:00

still haven't got the knack of the single pony tail.

Goober!!

2006-09-19T03:39:00.000-07:00

I had this on an index card for the longest time on top of my computer. :)

Shade Winder

2006-09-19T03:10:00.000-07:00

It sounded like a cool name for a gunslinger that had bat wings on his jacket and could fly if necessary

I blew it

2006-09-13T05:11:00.000-07:00

Well, what can I say? There were a lot of things hitting me at once. I got another project which I am drawing to a close after two years of work. My job is giving me major stress. And Dad has some pretty steep surgery coming up.

sorry the 365 is not going to continue. I've already drawn a lot of stuff, so I'll post that when I am able.

Thanks for stopping by when you did.

Jason

Dunnys!

2006-09-07T17:59:00.000-07:00

The had some art toys for sell there and I bought like 30 dollars worth.

From left to right, Name-Tag, The Welsh Rabbit and Iam Monsta.

Plushie Stormtrooper

2006-09-07T17:58:00.000-07:00

NOW . . . . .I've seen everything.

Yeah, that's a sword all right

2006-09-07T17:57:00.000-07:00

Actually, it reminds me of a flag pole . . . .in Stone Mountain.

The Spidey Wave

2006-09-07T17:56:00.000-07:00

Always good to have a friendly Spidey.

What the Hell?

2006-09-07T17:55:00.000-07:00

Don't ask. I REALLY don't know.

Furry Adventurer

2006-09-07T17:53:00.000-07:00

What is this movie again?

Star Wars Group

2006-09-07T17:51:00.000-07:00

The Plo Koon looks cool

Rose and The Daleck

2006-09-07T17:49:00.000-07:00

I was attacked by his Daleck

Outerspace Wrestling Champion Geodi LaForge

2006-09-07T17:46:00.000-07:00

GET BACK IN THA RING! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WORK FOR THE FEDERATION! This dude is crazy.

Snowtrooper and Neon Trooper

2006-09-07T17:43:00.000-07:00

Now that's cool

Roman Soldier

2006-09-07T17:42:00.000-07:00

I wonder how much that cost him.

Jimmy Buffett Zombie

2006-09-07T17:39:00.000-07:00

Creative or lazy . . .you decide.

Two Jedi

2006-09-07T17:38:00.000-07:00

I miss Ayela Secura. George shouldn't have killed her off.

Wizard

2006-09-07T17:36:00.000-07:00

It's cool the wizard were actual old dudes this year. It adds authenticity to the role.

Dark Jedi

2006-09-07T17:23:00.000-07:00

I do believe these are from a video game

Dragon Con Photos

2006-09-06T18:59:00.000-07:00

Hey, guys

Before are the first batch of Dragon Con photos. Yes, you heard me right= THE FIRST batch. I got more to post and my friends will be giving me their dragon Con photos as well.

I promise you won't be disapointed.

Big Meanie

2006-09-06T17:59:00.000-07:00

This guy was actually a statue. :)

Good Supergirl

2006-09-06T17:58:00.000-07:00

Very cute.

Dark Supergirl

2006-09-06T17:57:00.000-07:00

Blue eyes dressed for every situation

Zorro!

2006-09-06T17:56:00.000-07:00

You should have seen this guys bullwhip! He used it in the parade and that sucker was LOUD!

Kid Rock?

2006-09-06T17:55:00.000-07:00

I thought Big Hats went out of style, like the Mullet? Or does it flourish in certain regions?

Posion Ivy 1

2006-09-06T17:53:00.000-07:00

Very nice outfit.

Poison Ivy 2

2006-09-06T17:52:00.000-07:00

Long range shot

Spidey and Gwen Stacy

2006-09-06T17:50:00.000-07:00

Don't they make a cute couple?

Dirge

2006-09-06T17:48:00.000-07:00

He should have made it into the films

Superman Versus Superboy Prime

2006-09-06T17:47:00.000-07:00

You wouldn't get it if you weren't reading up on the comics.

Moon Knight!

2006-09-06T17:45:00.000-07:00

SWEET!! Has this been done before?

The Colonial Marines Have a New Member

2006-09-06T17:44:00.000-07:00

Too bad this didn't happen in the movie. If you look to the left, you'll know the Marines are joined by a Mandalorian Commando. How cool would that have been?

Two Old Foes? Not at the moment . ..

2006-09-06T17:42:00.000-07:00

The Kingpin and Spiderman call a truce to enjoy the Dragon Con

The Teen Titans

2006-09-06T17:41:00.000-07:00

Definitely the best batch of superheroes I had seen.

Hello Kitty Pirate and . . .

2006-09-06T17:39:00.000-07:00

Help me out. Who is the girl supposed to be?

Bad Men Walking

2006-09-06T17:38:00.000-07:00

One has a mask and the other shows off his mask.

Plushie 1

2006-09-06T17:36:00.000-07:00

I forgot what they were waiting in line for.

SilverHawk and Gunsmoke Spawn

2006-09-06T17:34:00.000-07:00

Plus a Borg in the background

Kid Spawn

2006-09-06T17:33:00.000-07:00

I love it!

Costumed Trio

2006-09-06T17:32:00.000-07:00

Unmasked Spiderman, Batman and the guy with the bucket on his head is Juggernaut.

The Blue Dude and V for Vendetta

2006-09-06T17:31:00.000-07:00

What is the name of this blue dude? He's on a cartoon, right?

Assimilate That???

2006-09-06T17:30:00.000-07:00

The borg was attacking the blue dude.

The Wicked Witch and her Royal Guard

2006-09-06T17:29:00.000-07:00

not too bad

Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty

2006-09-06T17:28:00.000-07:00

This is from the Plushie Movement, yes?

Stop Me if You've Heard this Before . . .

2006-09-06T17:27:00.000-07:00

Two spidey's get on an escalator . . .

Spideys are being followed . . .

2006-09-06T17:26:00.000-07:00

That's probably the best Mysterio I've ever seen.

Chow Down Bud

2006-09-06T17:25:00.000-07:00

Couldn't help it.

The Fifth Element

2006-09-06T17:24:00.000-07:00

Korbin Dallas and Leeloo Dallas Multipass.

Bad Film Impersonator

2006-09-06T17:23:00.000-07:00

It's a Killer Tomato!

Robo-Moster . . .Something?

2006-09-06T17:21:00.000-07:00

He was missing the visor but hey, let's face it; he wouldn't have been able to see.

Uh . . .huh?

2006-09-06T17:20:00.000-07:00

I don't know if this is a bonafide character or something this smoe made up

The Crippler?

2006-09-06T17:19:00.000-07:00

Yes, he was with Beanie-Man

Cute Little Harley

2006-09-06T17:17:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure if she saw me or this shot was pure coincidence

Cute Door Girl

2006-09-06T17:05:00.000-07:00

This was an exclusive party at the Hyatt and yes, the girl in the thong was making sure only the "invited" people came in.

Two Cute Fairies

2006-09-06T05:19:00.000-07:00

No body paint this year but lovely nonetheless

Interesting Trio

2006-09-06T05:18:00.000-07:00

Batman Beyond, some old lady and Superboy. Plus, I think that is a wizard in the background.

It's Blade! It's the Daywalker.

2006-09-06T05:17:00.000-07:00

"Uh, Whistler? I don't think there are any vampires here. Naw . . .just a bunch of stormtroopers."

Gotham Knights

2006-09-06T05:16:00.000-07:00

Pretty cool.

Madame Masque

2006-09-06T05:14:00.000-07:00

Pretty good work. However, I don't remember what she was from.

A book, I think.

The Babes Dig the Troopers

2006-09-06T05:13:00.000-07:00

Trooper Commando

2006-09-06T05:12:00.000-07:00

Oh, no!

He spotted me with his fake laser gun!

Imps

2006-09-06T05:09:00.000-07:00

That is the nickname the rebels gave the Imperial Troops and Commanders.

whoa!

Look at the mole on the back of that guy's neck!

Imperial March Continues

2006-09-06T05:08:00.000-07:00

The Imperial March

2006-09-06T04:08:00.000-07:00

Who do you think that little kid wants to be when he grows up?

The Troopers Begin Their March

2006-09-06T03:32:00.000-07:00

Princess and Latino Stormtrooper

2006-09-06T03:27:00.000-07:00

Don't they make a lovely couple?

Mushroom Man Says ., . .

2006-09-06T03:12:00.000-07:00

"We're having a problem with the picture posting program, peeps.

Stand by."

Illustration Friday : Safe

2006-09-04T09:07:00.000-07:00

When I saw this subject, those classic cartoons where the safe falls from the sky popped in my head. I decided to put my critters through such an ordeal but thankfully, it missed poor Juno there.

AppleJack Tv

2006-09-04T09:05:00.000-07:00

"AppleJack TV."

Created a co-doodle with Ian Russell over at the Camel Exchange.

http://camelexchange.blogspot.com/

This marks drawing # 31