November 30, 2003
One month
Thus ends my first month of blogging. Woo. More to come.
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November 29, 2003
What the damn hell?
Just got home after talking to a new face in my life for something like 8 hours. Basically laid out, in a nutshell, a whole bunch of my inner demons and the various catastrophes in my life that spawned them. Great conversation. Have much in common. Want to do this more often.
So why the hell, when I get home, do I feel so unhappy?
I'm hopeless.
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November 27, 2003
Thanksgiving
OH MAH GAWD!!!
SLEEPINGS TIL1 NooOOONN! And stand and THUD IN CHAIR! MUCH THUD IN CHAIR!!!1. ZONK! wake. ZONK! wake. ZONK! ZONKWAKEZONKWAKEZONK! He1p c00kxoR in the k1tC|-|3|V!! RoXXoR THA POTATOES, Y0! BAKK TO DA CH@1R!! ZONK! Wake. Slap it aww down onna table! Exil3 the Catxxor to the lawnage! Dr@g-n-dr0p tha dawg in tha gArAgE~!!1 Siddown. EAT EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!11 0WNZ0R that phat turkey! Gruntage. Fartzor. Scratch. Dessert time.. apple pie = YOUR BITCH! (... no.. not like that.) GRunt. Fart. Stumblez to the bed. Zonk out. Blame it on the turkey.
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HAPPY F-IN' THANKSGIVING!!! OH MAH GAWWWD!!!
Attention all non-Americans: Happy Thursday. Have a good day at work. *snicker*
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November 25, 2003
Cosplaying gone seriously wrong.
I heard of cosplaying before I came to art school just by surfing anime sites. One would occaisionally mention it.
Then it started getting popular. Really popular. So much so that at a convention I and some friends went to, my friends joined the cosplay contest and had to wait in line for their entire day at the convention just to be seen for 30 seconds by the judges. Poor bastards had to ask me how the con was, because they had no idea. They paid admission for this.
Horror stories abound, of course, about the legendary 400-pound-male Sailor Moon. He must get around, because it seems like he's sighted at every single convention with even a hint of anime in it. But that's not nearly as scary to me as
this guy.
Okay, so this isn't termed Cosplaying. It's Cosplaying's drippingly-horny bastard offspring 'Kigurimi'. What's the diffrence? Masks. That's it. Well, I'm betting sexual exhibitionism is in there too.. but I don't know enough about plain old cosplaying to say that it's without that aspect itself.
Oy. I'm fully expecting some inventive stock broker to come up with a way to sodomise himself with a home-made animatronic tentacle beast while wearing his anime-schoolgirl uniform and rubber mask. And film it. And then, some way, some how the link will end up in my web browser, telling me that whatever I do, I am not to click on that link. And I will anyway. Because I am teh stoopid.
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November 24, 2003
Thesis Peices
So, here I am at a crossroads. Do I continue to try and work up my science fiction idea, for which I am still without a title (but have a bunch of story elements figured out already), or do I go with the fact that I'm already really good at doing editorial illustration, and just do a ton of that to bolster a portfolio aimed at getting me work in that industry?
The sci-fi thing feeds my hunger for character design, world building and storytelling, but I don't know if I can get work doing that. I know I can get work in editorial illustration. I already have. So there's my dilemma.
Yes, I'm looking for input. If you want a taste of each, the description and title of this blog are directly related to my sci-fi idea. The story would be either for a novel, a movie, or something like that. I could see it as a comic, but the comics industry in America is currently spiraling downward, with aspirations of becoming a smoking heap of wreckage inside of 10 years.
Here's a couple random drawings I've done while working with the idea of doing the Sci-Fi:
and here's a spattering of editorial type work:
Someone help me with this.
(All images Copyright © Eric Chapman, 2002 - 2003)
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November 20, 2003
Chimera: two sisters, one body.
Telegraph | News | Sons I gave birth to are 'unrelated' to me
Interesting story. Apparently this woman's mother got her during the stork's 2-for-1 blowout sale.
Note: This website does not, in any way, endorse the buying and selling of babies on the black market. Even if the seller is a white stork.
Kidding aside, this raises some interesting questions. By certain Conservative lines of rhetoric, she could be guilty of invitro cannibalism. Or, on a more chipper note, she might be able to deduct her sister as a dependant! She could get a second SSN and collect double benefits in her old age! Does that mean her kids were conceived in a threeway? Is her husband polygamous? She could ride in the carpool lane by herself!
Cheap shot: She could vote multiple times in elections, and we all know how much Conservative Republicans are into that trick!
Seriously folks, this does have some real interesting implications. What of the soul? Christians say that the baby is alive and has a soul at the moment of conception. Well, there were two kids. Neither died. They became one. Pagans say that the spirit enters the body much later, perhaps even after birth. That would seem to cope well with this dilemma.
Go. Ruminate. That's what the comments section is for. Click the damn thing. Post your thoughts.
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November 18, 2003
My Sketchbook has been smoking lately
As always, click the little pictures to see the big pictures.
Here we have...
David Rocamora (.com)
Alex, who is the weirdest pseudo-cuban from Miami I know..
And Gabe... I'll see you in Hell, my friend! See you in Hell, my friend!! See you in Hell my friend!!! SEE YOU IN HELLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!
No.. it's cool, really. He's laughing right now, trust me.
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Hey... I smell bleach..
Click for a larger image
It's my characature of Ann Coulter. Don't know who it is? Well, here's a primer: She's a rich little false-blond who seems to idolise such scoundrels as Joseph McCarthy and seems to channel the spirit of Adolph Hitler every time she sits down to write something. She's ultra conservative, and has basically said that all Liberals and Democrats are evil; are terrorists; should be tried for treason; and summarily shot.
I don't like her.
So I chose to do a charicature of her for my most recent open assignment. I think the mustache works for her.. too bad she had to shave it..
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November 17, 2003
Rumination on unexplainable social disaster
EDIT: The issue described in the post has since been resolved in a very positive manner. She and I are once again good friends. In fact, it's like we get along better than we used to. Weird, but good. :)
Why is it that sometimes, the same thing you've been doing for years is suddenly a great insult? A friend whom I value highly seems to hate me now and think I'm an imbecile because I told her she needed to pay more attention to how people are built when she's drawing, because every drawing that she's shown me has, to me, drawn people with the same body type over and over.
I've been giving her advice on how to improve her art for years, and it's always seemed to be appreciated. Y'know, like it was a good thing. Now it's bloody murder. And it's not good enough that, at the same time, I say something is nice, or that I like it. I am to tell her specifically what is good.
Okay, so I've spent 3.5 years at art school and she hasn't, and this has me accustomed to looking at diffrent levels of artwork. I'm used to seeing stuff that's been fully rendered. Nothing I see around me has a plain white background anymore. And the weird thing about it is that now when I see something that's got a plain white back ground on it, I can't think of anything good to say. It's like impossible for me to figure out where the artist was going with it. At least I think that's what's causing it. So at that point it's hard for me to give anything but a "I like it. X, Y, and Z need improvement. Do this: blah blah blah."
I've tried to explain my position, but it doesn't matter. I'm an asshole that doesn't respect what she's doing, when I thought I was a friend who tries his damndest to help her with her work. If she lived in town, I'd have shown her most of the neat stuff I've picked up in art school by now, but from a distance it's difficult to do anything more than critique. And critiques, if they're worth anything, are composed almost entirely of constructive criticism, without unnecessary roughness. That's what I've been taught, that's what I practice, and that's what I expect from others.
But I guess maybe I should realise that some people's skin isn't as thick as others. I dunno. I'm still in shock. I've been doing the same thing for years and suddenly it's wrong, and because of that, I'm a terrible person and she'll probably never speak to me again. It's left me feeling confused, frustrated, and betrayed.. and I think some of my responses to her complaints weren't as constructive as they could be. By all indications, it doesn't matter anymore anyhow.
I think Pascal said it best:
Program WhatTheHeck;
Var
FriendCount : integer;
Begin (main)
FriendCount = FriendCount - 1;
writeln ('*sigh*');
End (main)
(I'm such a geek sometimes)
I'm pretty sure nobody ever sees this page. But if I'm wrong, I'd like to hear your thoughts.
edit: at the request of Kate, I've debugged my pascal joke. I think it could actually compile now. :)
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November 12, 2003
a leader of men...
I really should be paying full attention during my ecology class, but that teacher, Tim Rumage, is such an interesting man to try and charicature.
... don't look at me like that. I listen well when I'm drawing!
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Used SpaceCraft Lot
The idea is that in the future, with advanced technology and many of our current ways of life gone, we still wont be able to be rid of crooked used car salesmen. They'll just be selling something else; Space Craft, in this case. The scene is taking place on one of the moons of Jupiter, and Jupiter is what's taking up most of the sky back there. I was figuring that the atmosphere there might be kind of yellowish, or sienna, so I tried to keep that in all the colors.
I need to alot more time to these things so I can do more fine rendering. Right now, things are kind of general. This keeps happening.
Not as good as Granny was... not horrible either. An experiment into diffrent color pallettes, I guess.
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Go Granny, Go!
It's a postcard for Sarasota. Seeing as how I see Sarasota as something of a rich-people's cesspool, it was hard to stop thinking of ways to visually slam the place and come up with something usefull. This project was comissioned by the guy who draws Haggar the Horrible, for possible use in the real world of postcards. Whether we get any money or not is in question, at least with me, cause I got into the assignment lecture late.
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November 04, 2003
And So It Begins...
Eric: "I dont.. like.. Livejournal."
Dave: "Ah, y'know, I made a Livejournal like 3 years ago, when it was small, and I've been updating it every day.. and.... fuck you, man."
Later...
Dave: "Wow, man! I can see it now! David Rocamora... DOT COM! It'd be awesome!"
THUS was the scene of www.EricChapman.Net's birth, heralded by the appearance of a red star in the sky and of the two wise men Dave Rocamora and Matt Meyer, who bore gifts of amusing anecdotes and allowed the Creator to duck out of the lab and run to Subway for food! Lo, and it was written, that the Creator, aka Eric, would spend too much time tinkering with his website in the future, and thus become desperate to meet his deadlines in class. Let it also be written that this is mainly here for the Eric to fuck around with, to see how his creation works, and make notes unto himself. Lo. And Stuff.
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