Feeling Futuristic

This is an image made in the lovely Paint application standard in most computers.  I made this one a few years ago. I had been fiddling with Photoshop for a little while and wanted to see what I could do with a Paint image.

I was feeling futuristic when I made it.  Thinking about the capabilities of Photoshop, being able to fine tune any image, I felt like the futuristic world portrayed in books and movies was already here, only creeping up in my present peripheral vision.  This picture is that vision.

I am feeling futuristic today actually.

I fixed a missing pixel in my LCD flat screen just by taping it, I feel futuristic.  

I am watching a murder trial on that same flat screen and writing jokes about it on Facebook all at the same time.
I feel futuristic.

All of the digital information I have created in the past 3 years (pictures, word docs, music etc) is sitting on my desk inside a flat red slab and I just took it out of a box that has been sitting in my garage for two weeks.
I feel kind of futuristic.

Last night, my dad got mad because the movie we were watching on our DLP Samsung 42" was not playing from our HD DVD player, it wasn't working so we had to use the old CD/DVD player.
I feel futuristic.

I talked to my friends English class in the Ukraine the other morning from my bedroom.
I feel futuristic.

Some LED lights on my stereo create the Phi phenomenon every night because it is on "demo" mode and I don't change them because I like to watch them before I go to sleep.
I feel futuristic.

I can't go to the beach and watch the waves because this box in my car needs to be jolted with protons and electrons.
I feel futuristic.

My mom asked me if I knew about the new drug "Bath Salts" while she fumbled around on her cell phone.  I gave her and assuring "Yes, but that is really dumb" and laughed internally at the fact that she asked me while watching a broadcast of a movie that in which millions of dollars were spend to make, mainly because of the money spent on the SGI effects.
I and maybe my mom feels futuristic.

I want to keep writing about how futuristic I feel but I wont because I know my laptop battery will die in a few min and it takes about 7 min to turn back on and I don't feel like waiting that long just to check my email.

But I am lying, my laptop is actually plugged in.  I just don't feel like writing anymore about how futuristic the world can be if you use the right words.

 Do you have any other futuristic feelings? Feel free to leave them in a comment!

The Pre-Personal Interview of Fine People Trying to Stay Afloat in This Cruel World

After asking the group to hold up peace signs, an interviewer walked in, breaking the collective peacefull-sign-throwing-moment hence the few individuals not looking at the camera with peace signs fligagalying( Fligagalying, a word I made up for throwing any kind of sign with your fingers)

The people in this photo are interviewees/ my competitors, all trying to get a job at Cinemark; Yours Truly was taking the photo.  And while being called one by one to be interviewed, the florescent lights, childish decorations and movie posters did something spectacular to our nervous, anticipatory minds--TIME SLOWED DOWN.

Simply an amazing phenomenon!

It seemed as though all of us (high schoolers, high school graduates and a few college students) were trapped in a room where the out side world, quite literally, would judge our innards.  Not our guts and organs, but our inner-selves.  The stuff that makes us, us.  They, the interviewers, would question the animals we chose after filling a miniature questionare and determine if we were sane enough to work for them! Our financial fate was to be determined by the scrutiny of two men, whom one is seen in the photo opening the door calling the next victim! ( Right as I took the dam peace sign flinging photo damit).  I had asked these fine individuals to pose with peace signs so that I could spread their image of peace about the world via blogging, I said something along those lines, but the point was to have an image for you readers to look at, while I explain this experience.

When the first interviewer and interviewee left, I finished scribbling down my animal and explanation.  And to my surprise, I looked up to see that it was only us, no interviewers, in the room waiting.  Waiting.  In silence.  So my first words "Oh, they are gone".  I then followed with the question "So, what do you guys think of Osama Bin Ladin?".  I asked this to break the silence and start up what I will now come to know as The Pre-Personal Interview of Fine People Trying to Stay Afloat in This Cruel World.  Ok so the world isn't THAT cruel, because the interviewers turned out ot be nice people, but case and point, the first thing all of us talked about was Osama, a man who is cruel beyond Creative Endeavor-ness.

We Continued to talk to each other, breaking the nervous tension about the interviews and helped each other through the moment.  The job itself wasn't so tough, but knowing that all of us need money for school, food, and life, I am sure we had sympathy for one another, all the same just trying to get by.

As the numbers dwindled down, the conversations became deeper and time remained still.  Looking at the picture below, you will see that I left that room last.  And I am very glad for that, because I was able to meet and greet and wish everyone "bon courage" (Chin up in French) before they went off into the big bad cruel world to be scrutinized.  To me, that is a job well done, regardless if i get the job or not!

The list below was written on a napkin.  It was the death list... I mean next list for the interviews.  We had collectively come up with it.  The doodles are surprisingly not mine.  They belonged to some random individuals whom I may or may not ever see again.  I will say though, well done doodleing indeed.  The fact that this doodle is a collective effort makes it a worthy Creative Endeavor.

In case you forgot to wonder, I chose an ostrich as my animal.  They are odd creatures when you look at them, but surprise you with large beautiful eggs!  And if you look at their bodies, off balance and not flight worthy, you will see that they run very fast!  And unlike other birds, they seem to wear their personalities like clothing wherever they go, with their eyelashes and crazy eyes.  They stand out among the crowd.  This is what told the interviewers.

Who is next to be interviewd?  This list told us (On Bounty quicker picker-upper paper)

Technology Slipping Out of Our Control?

Picture from Google Images
-Clearly this robot can run over this little child if it wanted to.  Harmful?

Watch this video, which is a link below this post and see the reality of technology one day taking over the world.  The individual in the video, probably an engineer of sorts, must have regretted buying or crafting this brilliant box (or must really love it). I warn you though, you will laugh and smile while watching this video AND be somewhat concerned for our tendency to make technology that is uncontrollable!  Can you think of any others?

http://www.wimp.com/turnon/

No peanuts? Il just doodle then...

Hypochondriac Man
(If you click him, he will get bigger)

So I was on a flight to some destination, but more importantly on this flight there were no peanuts!  Ok, I am lying, there were peanuts, but the sprite can was way to small!  And the seats did the old "im gona copy the sprite can" because they were small too.

So I had to disregard my hypochondria about items copying other items and focus on something else.  The seduction of my backpack insulting the ground intrigued me, which caused me to bring it to my lap in a paranoid snatch.  It was then that I pulled out some fine doodle paper and birthed these two doodles.


If I had to describe them, I would use the word Psychology.  This is because I was thinking about the movie One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest when I drew the one that resembles a man--who is probably a severe hypochondriac that thinks his neck is a feather.

Kind if looks like a delighted hamster (Disgruntled-ness)

The one that resembles all sorts of fine textures was my disgruntled-ness towards the flight attendants (even though the products the serve are out of their balanced walking, polite talking, groomed winking, blue cloth wearing control).

That Feeling In Your Gut

Paper to Photoshop( don't mind the poem)

Do you ever get a "gut" feeling?  This right here is a gut feeling.  I don't know what gut feeling it is exactly but I will try to explain using a poem I will tHiNk up right now on the spot because I have a feeling in my gut to do so:

Oh gut feeling go
Slip off my tung into, you know
My neck and OH MY OH!
My white hair and yellow
Patches
And red hair splashes
In the corner of that image
You see in this direction <---
Gut feeling where are you going
I will vomit your existence
And knowing
That this image is you, which your eyes are showing

A doodle in Portugal

This right here is the finest paper you will find in Portugal.  No, it isn't fine in the sense that it is good quality paper, it is fine because it was riped out and doodled on after drinking the finest wine in Calihandriz, a small town in the hills of Portugal, 45 min away from Lisbon.

I doodled this after drinking my grandfathers wine, which he only drinks!

Notice the summer time lips? (Portugal = summer destination with family).  And notice the bull fighting boots?  This whole doodle was birthed at a round table of rum drinking Portuguese individuals playing rummy.  And if you like it, you can make it your background, for it will make a FINE background to a cellular device!

Beginings

Today is a fine day.
Red snapper on the grill and a new blog to fill.

This is the first creative endeavor.  It is perfect because it describes a lot what this space(blog) is about.

If you noticed the French words, the color full-ness and the cat in this creative endeavor, you are already seeing what I saw when I made this picture.

I drew it on some white paper with intentions to blend some things.  I wanted to blend my interests of French ideology and cats into one image.

This is the product, which is essentially computer paper filth-ed with pencil.  What you see here is a scan of that drawing which I added color to using a very free and capable version of Photoshop.

"CHAT" means cat in French.
"Endiguez son venteux dehors" means "stem its windy outside".  This is obviously an error on my part.  This was concived months before I attended a college French class, so the error can sit comfortably with the essence of this image--blending things together (French, cats and all errors alike)!