THE STATE OF THIS BLOG

Well then, dear dear. As you can see, the blog has been pretty inactive recently, constantly hopping from theme to theme, changing its looks as often, and driven all the way through in pure silence -Almost as interesting as bananas- Although, I do beg to differ, mademoiselle est monsieur. It is much more interesting than just bananas, and its several connotations.

Tomorrow is day-off, which equals to free time. With free time by my side, and a good brain (harder to get, I know) along, things should be about just fine. That said, I will be tweaking around with a lot of code, as well as revamp the method this blog has been -so far- organizing things through; On top of that, I also intend to chuck together a way to showcase my work and make it easy to access. Not an easy mission, yes.

Blog stuff aside, this is a relatively funny thing that just happened to cross my mind as I wrote down this post. Apparently, some people think that the fact that my blog is in constant change, or that is never to be seen concluded; equally means I am undecided, insecure and virtually frenetic (whatever the cuss that means!). Well then, indeed, you do have a point -- I am a bloody perfectionist whose hardly satisfied with the mildly satisfying system of this blog; so I decide to fight against it. Some would say pointlessly, others would rather call me out on how hideous it looks to see someone struggling against things he/she can not fully grasp. After all, it takes time to think things through, is that not right? Right. It is. That is what I have been doing --and for lack of time-- have not yet ran up to apply those to this corner I own.

On a classic note, insecure and undecided are you, sir and ma'am, who religiously attend to forsaken obviously-inhered methods of analyzable  -due to pass judgment on- behaviors who you have no clue about. Did that sound confusing? Yes. You are 100% right. It is confusing, as confusing as the reason that lead you to waste your mellow time to pickle someone who's not intruding in your life, out of their own hot spoofy room.

You naughty.

ICO?_ARTWORK

 

UPDATE_1

And I will be done with all the changes. You will be surprised with what I have in mind, truly. I apologize for the fact that I have not posted for so long, but I have been intensively attending other subjects of greater importance. I have heard people usually call it "Life" -- Yes. I have one too myself. At this point in life, I can either become a fantastic blogger or a terrific annoyance. For the sake of both, let's hope the first.

That is it, for now.


Dann

WUFFY_BALLS, THEME'S CHANGE

Yes; my blog has invaded by the Mr. Colorfulspheres. However, regardless of how happy we all are now that they among us, I have been informed that they intend on departing yet once again. The Head-Master has provided me a wonderful insight on their society terms and peace conditions -- which, if adopted in Human Society, could very well put an end to the war era we have been living under for a couple of decades. Resonates wonderfully on the ears; I know.

Expect me to have my own theme finished in two/three days.
Meanwhile, don't mind the changes -- Tvj is still airing.

Tvj

TWO_HEADED_BOY # UPDATE_V2

Something new will happen soon

Tvj

TWO_HEADED_BOY

2hb

(And yes, I know I am starting to have a lot of work-in-progress & incomplete works! I'll fix it somehow!)

Tvj

EYEBOILING_ME ?

It was my day off. I was happy, revitalized and inbreed of good sensations. Throughout the usual route from work to home, I went through the stores that tend to please my daily viewing satisfaction. Among them, inumerous Cocktail Bars were seen, and yet none entered. Despite the highly rated price they charge at entrance, of course-obvious.

Gone through Hummus Bros (quite a nice place to eat!), which has this weird capability of putting together the most irrational, bizarre, awkward and eloquent characters at times. This day, things were as characteristic as ever. I peacefully took an insight-view through the glass that separates me from Hummuniums (Hummus specimen of Humanity) -- And not even that was enough to deflect the slackness of our common human insecurities. As I walked through the store, (apparently!) I seem to have eye-boiled a certain person to death; In such a harsh manner that he felt the need to damply arouse his decreased forsaken securities, tick his trousers, fasten his lousy golden-fake belt and; as if in a attempt to greet himself with a eat-and-run meal, start following me as I go along.

I was snapped out of it, thinking of my own righteous dullness. However, I still moved my head around momentously, as if I wanted to confirm that everything existed, and that I existed among and within. No surprise, I did. And for my own sake, someone felt the need to prove me even better -- "Oi mate, you got a problem you filthy crap?" -- Was the way he decided to introduce himself. Me and my tick of instant sarcasm and conventional arrogance decided to answer him back with a cold -- "Hey, you not-so-good lad; what's happened? And in a manner of a few frames of a second, things rolled down to a much funnier and successful amusement:

- What's happened mate, what's fucking happened?
- Err....yeah. Do I know you?
- Do you fucking know me? Bet you fucking don't, you Irish-cunt. (I was doing my Irish accent, parle)
- Irish, Australian, whatever you want me to be -- So, who are you?
- You taking the piss, you little...You have a problem?
- Me? No, not at all. You seem to have one though.
- Listen to me you little twat, I was fucking eye-boiled just a fucking second ago.
- Who did that?
- Who did that? WHO did that? (He starts taking his shirt off) That's that, we'll fucking fight over it.
- You're too fat, give up. (I was that calm, apparently)
- You...fu...I'll tell you wha...just, fuck off.

And he came back to where he'd came from, Hummus Bros. His face was chopped, his securities were toned down, his belt was still golden-fake, but not as lousy. A last controversial encounter between our eyes cratered his enfeeblement of a true-in-essence traditional British Wanker, as to which he no longer had any appealing similarities to. I kept myself in the same place, looking down at his adorned persona, and I was doing that face -- Those who know me should know what kind of face I'm leaning towards. It's that one where I am smiling, but not really smiling? Some say it's a humble smile that rests within; However, people can still see it through my transparent eyes, though.

People have a problem dealing with it. They feel as much naked as they could get, which is, I would assume, disturbing and hardly frustrating at some point. He went back in, I looked at the sky, smiled and off I went, to my little wacky-tricky way back home.


Tvj

DIGITAL_ART, A START

Where's Dann? Dann, where is he? Dann, come back Dann. We want new stuff, please post new stuff. Dann, where in the jolly mother's hell are you? -- Oi, shush! You are too bloody noisy. I'm here, hold it hold it. Where have I been? Been working double-shifts at my mellow workplace, and entertaining myself with this.

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TLC Look-up

It's growing exactly as I want it to. I'll keep you tuned with updates and changes as they keep on coming. I am very excited with this project, as with the fact that I am finally getting a grip on how my hand reacts to the Pen sensibility and tablet active-area. It's coming along rather nicely. Lastly, this piece still has no name to it, and so; What if you guys lend me some help with that too? Throw a few name submissions onto your comments and help the crouchy old-man here.

Tvj

SHE_LOOKED BEAUTIFULLY, DARK

Friends of friends get united. We all go, together, to have a drink. We seat, look, think, feel and then, as we finish this long process of-life, we each take a drink. Clumsy as ever, I collect a pound from each of my dearest friends, and a couple more from the richest (virtual empowered money is something to be loved!). My objective is to reach those eight lengthy pounds, resorting a fine fancy Caipirinha. For some reason, there is this lad standing at my right side of my vision-coup, and he looks a lot less clumsy than I do. He is eating some sort-of good-looking fast food, served along with salsa sauce. By the way he stares at places, people and employees, one could assume he has been familiar with it prior to our meeting. His name is Allan, and as fascinating and unexpected, he offers a round of drinks for each of us, that including even the richest of my friends -- "It's fine mate. I appreciate the offer, but it's far too expensive for a single person to cover!" -- Me and my lame attempts to persuade someone against my will, are as always, a granted failure. He says it is fine, he has extra pounds (I would say that if I could!) and he can afford it. As he goes through the billing, every bottle seems more shiny than ever. After all, I am here, seating, with my friends, enjoying what life has of good to give.

At this point, I realize there is this girl standing on my left side. She is French, and she drinks a nameless (memory failure!) cocktail -- "Who is she? Ah, she is friend of a friend, so is she a friend? Yes, let her be." -- We chat. Not just me and her, but everyone else as well. Oh this, oh that, and amid-words Portuguese, French, Italian and English are spoken. They fervidly talk, about nearly everything, it resonates in me and her over and over. It was about time, we did it. We started the patience game, that one where you glance at each other's eyes (or faces, depends on how deep you want to go!) and try not to smile. Black-out -- "Her eyes are so beautiful. Not just that, she's getting a bit of me. Did I gave her permission to? Let it be, let her be a friend. I want her to keep looking." -- Eventually, I win. I win, not a game over her but a new cartoon-person in my life. Everyone keeps talking, and as time goes by, everything becomes chaotically louder, but it is still only Her and Me. We aren't in love, or even thinking about it. We are simply reaching each other in ways words can hardly describe. I wish her, and she does to -- "Dann, time to go? It's 3:45AM already, and I'm working tomorrow!" -- "Err..yeah, let...us go - ! - Bye, I'll see you..." -- And it finishes there.

As I go through the steps, I look back, and she does too. I smile, she smiles back, and as we turn back, we keep smiling. It has not finished. Neither of us wanted it to finish. We know we'll meet some other day -- "What was her name? Dann, think Dann! Did you even ask? How rude of you!" -- We will meet some other day.

The pictures were taken with a Lomo 4x Camera. My friend had the audacity of opening the camera whilst the film was inside and being used, thus the number of pictures that survived this up-raged assault are as few as four, at the most. Entirely, and in a proper material condition, only one did. FYI, I should have new pictures coming in two/four days, as well.

Tvj

LA_FAMILIA MAFIOSA

They say evolution is within our own roots; though that is always a knot hard to fully grasp. It is, however, possible -- it just depends on how you mentally project the image of you within, and how much of your old-self you are willing to crack-on onto your newly created-self. If we were to cut my life to periodic bits, now would be that time where I'm combining the two of them together onto something more honest -- not necessarily better or greater. It's hard to go through, but well worth it once you've gone up, over and past the highest of the hills. I'll be showing you, care readers and viewers, the enhancements I've slowly been casting upon those old frown-apart pieces I had dusting on the shelf. I'm taking the heel, so we'll start-out wild!



La Familia Mafiosa; it's one of those families that were born to cast on-movies. They are strong-willed individuals, each playing a guerrilla astoundingly more revolutionary than the other. For those who have watched "Inglorious Basterds", directed by Quantin Tarantino (link) -- somethings might look very familiar. Don't let your heads go over whether I'm a Tarantino-wannabe or not. Clearly, I am not. We share a common eloquence and love for character construction, and that's that. I was looking forward to show you a preview of this ever-hilariously-lasting chapter I wrote back in Lisbon -- but I've looked and looked, found millions and billions of zillions of things (some of them very interesting!), but not a single word or letter in regards LFM (short-name for La Familia Mafiosa). So; I'll leave you with their logo/illustration for now, and whenever I get a hand on those precious writings, I'll let you know.

Tvj