The Cardinal Codez

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Commonplace Art




Lackadaisy Butterfly by *tracyjb on deviantART

This isn't my artwork. OBVIOUSLY. The colouring is insane, the pencil art with its sepia tone is insane. The humor is just classic. This is a top notch artist here, and if you like this page, i believe you will like the other pages of his comics just fine, except without this level of humor. More of mature humor i guess, the other pages. Check his deviant page at http://www.tracyjb.deviantart.com for more of his wonderful pages. It's awesome.

And evidently, awesome art pieces are being left out of the spotlight, if they are done by non-professional/amateur/no-name artists. Many art pieces are honoured for their rich culture, their vibrant shades of colour, of the brutality of their message. Such art pieces are world renowned, few in number, and inside art galleries.

BUT HONESTLY, you can find better artwork dime in a dozen at deviantart.com. The quality of art there is really incredible. Sure, there might be other inferior pieces of art, like kiddy pencil sketches, photographs, and fan art like mine cluttering the area, but more likely than not, you can find whatever theme whatever generic subject [dun expect to find ulu subjects] in a professionally rendered quality there. And yet deviantart.com hardly gets any more popular than within the fan art/home artist community.

I don't know, i just feel ... annoyed i guess. There's also some 11 yr old kid. He's a fan of Konjiki no Gash Bell. So he does fan art on it yah. And he just made a friend of me just like that. Without even talking to me. I don't even know whether i should even care about him.

He had this bunch of pretty low quality fan art. Sure, mine aren't any awesome piece either, but that's not my point. He does Sadistic Art. I don't know why, but he likes drawing anime characters in pain. Under torture/complete annihilation defeats, etc. He has a serious issue there. What kind of a sick sadistic person is he? Thankfully he provided a photograph of himself cosplaying [dressing up as an anime character], and he was the plump type. Otherwise he'd be one of those bullies, sia.


Gash is on crack.
Konjiki no Gash Bell rocks!! Don't say it ain't.


1. Konjiki no Gash Bell OP3 [Mienai Tsubasa] - Takimoto Takayashi
2. Bad Day - David Powter
3. Bleach OP1 [Asterisk] - Orange Range

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Dream: Jurrasic



I dreamt that i suddenly landed in some foresty jungle clearing, with a mud trail. Then suddenly there were dinosaurs everywhere, big, small, medium. Plant eaters,carnivores, etc. So i started running forward. And they were running too, in the opposite direction. One or two large sized carnivores ran past me, but i was running fast enough to avoid them.

No, i didn't feel tired. Just afraid of stumbling or crashing into a tree. I had the impression a T-rex was after me. Then after some running, i decided it was time to hide. I saw a slope beside me, a rather high grassy hill thingy, with large boulders jutting out like some kind of mossy ancient relic thingy.

Not that it wasn't there before. But i just felt i would slow down climbing up that thing, since it's so slippery. Strangely enough, the concept of tireness never occured to me. In fact, I was running so oddly light-footed that i was afraid i might float slightly and not get enough friction/grip on the floor that i would slow down and then the t-rex would come.

So anyway I ran up that grassy hill, hopping from boulder to boulder using my hands to propel me higher. The ambience and surroundings are still as astounding as before, with sounds of running dinosaurs [why are so many of them running] and grassy smell. Then at the top, i peeked over the hill.

I saw a flat piece of grassy floor. The plateau of the hill. A flat piece of land extending outwards to a jutted rocky cliff-face. And on the flat piece of grassy land, there was a mud-trail running across the length of it, all the way as the eye can see to the left and right.

And there were people. Lots of people. Chinese-skinned Western/indian faced people, sitting on the sides of the hill, almost near the edge of the hill. "Hey." Someone said. "It's you!" I turned and saw a familiar face.



I should mention i had a similar dream prior to this also set in teh jurrasic period, also running from t-rexes. And i met this person, native or modern can't rmb, who accompanied me throughout and helped each other out, along with my family and his family. and a bunch of other people.



Anyway, i greeted him back, still not quite sure of his name or identity, only that i think i saw him before and he helped me. Reoccuring dreams sure are creepy.

These guys and the rest of his community were watching this bunch of people. Who were throwing some kind of bash party. Complete with DJ, stage, microphone, and dancing people with disco lights.

And we were just sitting there, listening to hip hop music, on a grass plain, on top of a plateau of a hill, where this island, country is filled with running dinosaurs and the greatest fear of the land is the t-rexes. And i was trying to figure it out.

Suddenly, we were in a grass plain no more. I was in a courtyard. Where were the people? I saw tons of people in front of me, milling around me, making a commotion of sorts in the courtyard. The courtyard looks just like the RV courtyard between the old classroom block and the technical/special clsrooms block where Mrs lee always have her plants lined up along a gravel road outside the auditorium. Or the RJ grassy patch between the amphitheatre, block a and block b.

I went up to see what the commotion is. A t-rex. Ripping something apart. It threw that something sideways, and it landed a few metres away from me, as the crowd parted. It looked bloody. Might be an animal. I was terrified and tried looking for my friend. I went to teh right and saw him. From the right, i could see more clearly. Two t-rexes were biting each other. They had some restraints around their necks. Meanwhile, tons of people were milling less than 2 metres away from those monsters and cheering them on. Looks like a t-rex fight. I think one of the t-rex proceeded to chew one of the spectators and fling him aside but the crowd just quietened a while before cheering again. Lucky i was quite some distance away. The t-rexes would have to plow through rows and rows of people before reaching me.

My friend told me to follow him. We went up the stairs to a corridor beside the courtyard, on the second storey. Somehow instinctively i knew where the toilet was and said, "wait for me, i need to use the toilet." My friend said, "let me give you my number, so you can find me easily later." I said okay and took out my phone.

I was wondering how the heck do i call him through the time shift effect if i was in the 21st century [right, 21st, not 20th right? =X]. Then i was wondering whether there were radio broadcast towers in the jurrasic age.

But he was telling me his number, so i didn't quite catch it, asked him to repeat again. "9....4...7...8... Wait a sec". I switched to my contacts list, i don't know why, and had to restart typing again.

"9...6... sry, 9.... what? 4.... 7.... 97 sry, 9 what again?" I kept getting the number wrong. I keep pressing the wrong numbers, or that i can't remember the numbers. I tried again. This time repeating number for number. "9478 ... okay, got that, then what?"

He said some more numbers, then i woke up.

It was pretty dark, 7:08am in the morning, few hours before my chem Maths test. Feeling damn eerie from a reoccuring dream, and which is so surreal with its environment and characters and wth, i was memorising a telephone number in my sleep?! Plus T-rexes are just damn scary. I only just watched 10 seconds of Jurassic Park 1 before i slept, what about the White Haired Sponsor Guy talking to the Main Character telling him to be one of the archaeologists on his project to vouch for his programme. Somehow that triggered a horrid T-rex dream. =X So i switched on the computer and played some COD to clear my mind. =D

Yupz, and i think so far Maths is my best subject in the CT so far. Tried the same COD method for Chem but flunked it totally. Fortunately Physics is the morning, so i won't get a chance to try out that faulty method again.


Gash is on crack.
Konjiki no Gash Bell rocks!! Don't say it ain't.


1. Konjiki no Gash Bell OP3 [Mienai Tsubasa] - Takimoto Takayashi
2. Bad Day - David Powter
3. Bleach OP1 [Asterisk] - Orange Range

Monday, March 19, 2007

New Art!




:KNGB: Switched by ~Cardinal4 on deviantART


Tio's now blasting Zakerugas and Gash is ... uh... i don't know. Tio's spells are always double-handed, no idea where i got the idea for a single-handed spell...

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And, just as i thought, it looks weird. Gash was never meant to do glowing hand spells... Maybe electric hand but not glowing hand.

I like Gash's flowing robe, kinda like Zangetsu's/Bankai Ichigo's of Bleach. =D
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Tablet on Flash 8 Pro
40 mins Quickie

Konjiki no Gash Bell is © Makoto Raiku.




See! Blogger is better. It allows me to paste the Flash embed object of my DeviantArt submissions, unlike LiveJournal. The only interactive thing LiveJournal allows are YouTube movies. *cross arms and frowns*

I just felt i had to do one piece of art just before i went for my econs test. I don't know why. =| Still got some more time to revise, 'bout an hour before i set off.



Gash is on crack.
Konjiki no Gash Bell rocks!! Don't say it ain't.


1. Konjiki no Gash Bell OP3 [Mienai Tsubasa] - Takimoto Takayashi
2. Bad Day - David Powter
3. Bleach OP1 [Asterisk] - Orange Range

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Dream: Rukia, huh?!



I had a very weird dream last night. Weird as in, unprecedented for me.

I dreamt that I met Kuchiki Rukia (the female lead in Bleach) and was helping her out with something. No, not with defeating a powerful hollow by stabbing myself with the zanpatukoh and draining her shimigami powers (which was what happened in the anime). Just something trivial, I think helping her pick up stuff after i knocked into her or something, can't rmb.

Then suddenly we were classmates, and we shared the same row of desk. (2 desks per row) And surprisingly enough we were talking like familiars [my vocab sucks], about anything under the sun. And apparently we were whispering with each other too loudly that the teacher took action. That was because the teacher was going through some Chemistry questions on the board that involved PCl3. (Somehow I always think PCl3 when i think Organic Chemistry) The teacher ordered us to split up and go to different groups to work out that Chemistry question on the board.

That was roughly where the dream started fading off and i woke up i think. Thinking about Phosphorous Halides reacting with Halogen-alkanes and the reaction catalyst kinda does that sometimes...


Well, that was weird since:
1. That was the first time I actually faced an actual academic question in my dream, but less one about Organic Chemistry. Sure, there's plenty of classroom dreams that seem to mix my 12 yrs of classmates together in one class, but never actually SAW a question.
2. I dreamt about an anime character, or a fictional character in the first place. My dreams are usually non-descript faces or my classmates, brother, etc.

I think I was listening to too much Bleach that day. I played the Bleach opening video 20 over times, staring at the characters, especially Ichigo and Rukia.
And Leon was grilling me on Chem too that day. Okay, not grilling. Just chatting.

That was a nice dream i guess. I guess I really wanted a best friend classmate, female kind. Haiz...

But Bleach is really quite a nice show. I'm rating it as my Top 3. Beside Naruto and One Piece. I'm quite over my fanatism over Zatch Bell now. It's quite cute though so i'm still liking it. But i'm more clearheaded now and recognise that One Piece, Naruto and Bleach are truly high-quality animes. Very nice storylines.

Awesome, can't wait to see what else the mangakas have to deliver.



Gash is on crack.
Konjiki no Gash Bell rocks!! Don't say it ain't.


1. Konjiki no Gash Bell OP3 [Mienai Tsubasa] - Takimoto Takayashi
2. Bad Day - David Powter
3. Bleach OP1 [Asterisk] - Orange Range

Fickle



Yes, I'm fickle. Very very fickle. My last post just said how I didn't much care about blogs. Now I'm at blogger.com. =D

Blogger actually improved quite a bit.

  1. Readership Permissions. Not that I need it. I've got nothing to hide now, no crush, no shameful secrets, nothing. =D Life's easier this way.

  2. I can actually play with HTML and CSS using Blogger. Livejournal doesn't.

  3. Page Layout. This is quite awesome. Great job on Blogger's part, this great DHTML-ness. Wish I had the capability AND the time to ever do something like that. I probably could.

  4. Multiple blogs with one account. Livejournal has one account per blog. Really annoying.

  5. Labels. Woot! Finally.... Blogger was like one of the last few to implement Tags.



Yup, and that's enough incentive for me to switch to Blogger.com. My previous blog posts, they can't be imported, so i'll leave them at Livejournal.com. Making an import script probably isn't hard. I've just learnt how to use C# to access the Internet and crawl through a webpage using the links on the website. Essentially, a Web Crawler [aka sucky search engine]. Then I could save each post in its individual HTML page, then go to Blogger.com's FTP service and upload them. But tt's too troublesome. Seriously, it's all a big waste of time for so little thing. I'm prolly gonna change blog host later anyways. OR not. The delightful thing about Blogger.com is that you can change the URL of your blog instantly. That's awesome.



Gash is on crack.
Konjiki no Gash Bell rocks!! Don't say it ain't.


1. Konjiki no Gash Bell OP3 [Mienai Tsubasa] - Takimoto Takayashi
2. Bad Day - David Powter
3. Bleach OP1 [Asterisk] - Orange Range