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2010-08-25T23:45:00.000-07:00

It annoys me how I...
a) never feel like updating, and yet–
b) I WANT my blog to update.

Tonight, almost definitely (almost).

Now unavailable at a local art fest near you!

2010-07-09T00:31:00.000-07:00

So 'The Box of Ideas 2' was supposed to launch at Urbanscapes about 2 weeks ago. Unfortunately, due to the horrific asshole printers (...printers who are assholes, not printers who print assholes), this plan did not come to fruition. THIS MEANS that the promotional copy that I wrote for our booth was not gonna be used. Which sucks because I really like it. So I'm gonna put it up here for the enjoyment of anyone who happens to stumble upon it. It's the second chapter in the adventures of Little Jimmy, the official Box of Ideas almost-mascot. For the First part, check it out on the site over here.

And now, Little Jimmy at Urbanscapes:

Little Jimmy is in Sentul, slightly giddy on ideas. He doesn't like this part of town much, the noise and smoke from the traffic really gets on his nerves. Almost subconciously, Jimmy makes his way for greener pastures. He finds himself in Sentul West.

Sentul West is an entirely different story from the rest of town. It's grassy, it's peaceful, it's beautiful. Jimmy is reinvigorated by the environment. He even manages to take a deep inhale of the crisp, fresh air before a dreadfully familiar voice makes him choke on his own spittle.

"Hey, kawan! Long time no see!" It was the tauke from the kopitiam.

Jimmy recovers from his coughing fit in time to ask, "What are you doing here?"

The tauke grins his toothless grin. "Up ahead there today got festival. A really really big one! With food and bazaar and music and shows. I'm taking my whole family to go see!"

Jimmy looks around and as far as he can tell, the old man is alone.

Tauke then gives Jimmy a conspiratorial wink. "I'm also going there to try and sell boxes," he confesses in a whisper.

"Horr?"

"Ya, I think there is a market for it. Hopefully people will want to-"

"Well good luck la," Jimmy interrupts with a weak smile and tries to hurry away, but the tauke deftly links arms with him and leads him towards Urbanscapes.

"Oh yes," he continues unabated, "hopefully people will buy. I mean, everyone needs a good idea now and then."

~~Yessir, Box of Ideas 2 shall be launched at Urbanscapes on the 26th of June!~~
(not anymore!)

... And we're back!

2010-06-22T11:39:00.000-07:00

A year later, my previous brief, unsubstantiated post has finally found some vindication. Futurama is back on the 24th. Of June. Today's the 23rd. Of June. I'll wait while you do the math.

So I'm pretty excited! No two ways about it! To commemorate its return i have decided to update my blog.

Oh sure, there have been previous attempts at writing a new entry before this, but all that emerged from those endeavors were some corny half-assed one-liners that didn't deserve to see the light of day even on this two bit blog of mine. Anyway the fact of the matter is that i'm back, and also that i'm PROBABLY back for good. We'll see.

i'm thinking that this is enough for now.

2009-06-09T21:30:00.000-07:00

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Eliot Lee, now with International Acclaim! (kinda)

2009-06-05T06:06:00.000-07:00

I just had a brilliant nap. Why don't I ever nap anymore? Naps are brilliant.

So just a quick one today, I wanted to pimp my deviantart account a titch. Way things are, I might be persuaded to update that thing more than I have been, what with all the nice compliments and praise I received from strangers for my work recently. I never knew how much I liked the compliments and praise of strangers until... recently.

Also, the few of you that know the gist of the story I came up with recently please do not give away any major plot points on their respective illustrations! Thanks!

In other news:

For the Fry fanatics out there. Download and listen! Only the first is out so far, but it's very Stephen Fryish, which I happen to know to be enough for you people.

Peace and love, peace and love!

FInally!

2009-05-31T04:55:00.000-07:00

Could it be? Could it really be? Has Archie Andrews finally mustered his testicles to some form of attention and finally picked one of them? Oh Lordy! Oh my! This is news!

I really don't like Archie.

The blithering whatsit. He really rubs me the wrong way. For over 60 years he has let Betty cling on to him desperately so that he had someone to snog when Veronica was too busy.

Come on. It's so obvious that he was much more into old Ronniekins. He only really gave Betty the time of day because she knows a little something about fixing cars. Exploitation ho!

Betty. With all her hundreds of useful skills displayed through the years that Archie has been in publication, you'd think she'd have a bit more self-esteem than she does. But she doesn't. And I don't know why.

Anyway I'm busy so I'll wrap up here.

I have been busy.

2009-04-11T02:24:00.000-07:00

Wow have I been busy. Busy busy busy. If you had asked me just exactly how busy I was I wouldn't have been able to answer you because, well, I'd have been too busy. Looking back at it now, I can't even wrap my head around how busy I was! That's how busy I was! I've meant to update this place with articles meant to excite and stimulate the masses (in several different ways) for what must be weeks now!

I meant to post something after I saw Battles at the Orange Club.
I wanted to post the log of my quiet and solitary experience of Earth Hour.
I thought I'd be able to post something about my trip to Singapore substantially longer than the one word affair that I did.

All these plans, however, fell victim to the constant, unyielding, even criminally insane sabotage of the beast that is College Work and his associates.

I literally shudder at the thought of it (and I'm not the kind of person to use the word literally willy-nilly, as they say)

Here is the account of my past week-and-a-bit. It's really long, and not really funny so I actually suggest you don't read it and skip to the end bit.

March 27th - April 3rd

I organised the Orientation day activities for this April's Intake of new students (on the 6th of April), due to my being quite active in the Student Council. I wasn't to be around on that day itself, however, because I would be at the time on the plane back home from Singapore.

April 1st - 3rd

The Oasis concert meant that I also couldn't hand in the first draft of my first year essay on Monday, when it was due. So instead of putting something together over the week, and finishing it off over the weekend like a normal, productive and not to mention sane member of society would do, I had to rattle off the bulk of it on Friday and email it to my lecturer.

April 4th

Packing, and also some project work.

April 5th

Oasis. Awesome.

April 6th

Monday evening when I got back from the airport I had to immediately pick up where I left off with the one week assignment that was due that Thursday (day before yesterday). From what I hear the April Orientation went on without a hitch, which was good.

April 7th

Tuesday I had an individual tutorial with my lecturer, and then spent the rest of the day in the computer lab and library, looking up stuff and printing out tryouts and research. I also agreed to help Bernie illustrate some children's bookmarks for her church. Which I did.

April 8th

On Wednesday I had an Adobe Illustrator workshop (which was really really boring and basic I'm afraid to say, but had to attend because attendance was being taken.) Then half way through I had a meeting with my course coordinator, who wanted to brief me on another meeting I had to be present at later that day with the Principal and other important college staff for the quarterly Course Committee Meeting, since I am also my class' student rep. Somewhere in between the two meetings my project deadline was pushed to Friday because of a unexpected field-trip planned for Thursday.

April 9th

The field-trip was to a publishing company, and turned out to be pretty cool. Arrived back at college after lunch and had class till 4.30. Went home and did work until I fell asleep.

April 10th

Woke up sick, the second time in about a month. Deadline wasn't until 2.00 so I skipped morning classes. I also had another meeting with my course coordinator because of people from the ministry wanting to interview me and some other people so for the renewal of accreditation. Went to bed at 6. Woke up a few times though.

Today

Woke up at 10. It saddens me that I now consider waking up at 10 a luxury.

It has been madness ( this is meant purely in hyperbolic terms. I wasn't actually driven mad by the work. Ocelot face-paint screwdriver haircut dovetail.)

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Okay so that's out of my system. Now I'd like to reward you people who made it through that leviathan of text (as well as those of you who took my advice and skipped ahead) with Cat Power singing 30 seconds of Space Oddity. First time I heard it it blew my mind. Since then I have searched for a full version of the cover, but apparently she only sang it for this 30 second car ad. But my gosh what a brilliant 30 seconds it is.

Brilliant.

2009-04-06T06:10:00.000-07:00

awesome.

I'll be as brief as possible

2009-03-24T23:04:00.000-07:00

Okay so I have been ridiculously busy since, oh, about last Thursday, so I haven't been able to update this thing. But right now I've got half an hour before I head to the printers and give the culmination of my week's work a physical form. I could use this time to tell you about the thousands of exciting things (well, everything's relative) that have been happening in my life since I last web-logged but something else takes precedence to this. I am going to take this time to say something I've been meaning to for a while now, but haven't got around to it.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, and the rest of you lot:

Do that Earth Hour thing everyone's been going on about.

Not because of the celebrities that tell you to do so in the ad campaign (which is horrible in so many ways, but I haven't the time to rant right now) or the fact that people seem to have gotten it into their heads that non-participation is tantamount to killing the environment (which is a ludicrous and very single-minded way of looking at things), but because it's a pretty good way of showing other people, as well as ourselves, that we give a shit.

That is all for now. I leave you with a picture of David Mitchell photoshopped to look a bit like a communist propaganda poster.

Orange Crush

2009-03-17T06:34:00.000-07:00

Fig.1 Fuck-awesome Pikachu.

Let's see, I said I'd say something about local radio. And here it is.

I hate Hitz.fm.

I really do.

Well I don't really hate the music station itself. By its nature Hitz.fm is supposed to be mainstream. It's a music station (one of the three earliest ones in Malaysia or something like that if I recall correctly) that is solely devoted to, well, playing hits (with an 's' though, I feel compelled to point out). No, I don't really hate it.

These are some of the things I hate.

-People who say stupid and/or annoying things

-Parodying of songs in a way that isn't funny or clever

-People who preach on subjects they know nothing about

-Hollow pretention

-The use of the word "y'all"

Which, if you notice, seems to cover every characteristic of a Hitz.fm deejay.

And then that's coupled with my utter disdain for most hip hop music. This is mostly because I feel that hip hop has sort of peaked, dived, and stagnated very early on. The fact that hip hop ideals sort of gravitate towards materialism and self-gratification leads to very little creative experimentation and evolution.

Well, that's what I think anyway.

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So, alright, you caught me, I think that most mainstream artists that make it big here are walking shit factories.

Anyway, I kinda went off tangent for a bit. What I wanted to say today was that local radio isn't all that bad! A few rays of hope pierce the thick blanket-like fog of crap (a confusing metaphor at best).

There is BFM 89.9, which plays awesome stuff. A lot of classic rock. And when I say classic, I do not mean light, airy, bore-you-to-sleep rock, I mean shit-that-stands-the-test-of-time-and-will-forever-remain-pinnacles-of-the-best-anyone-anywhere-could-ever-hope-to-achieve-in-their-lifetime sort of rock! David Bowie, The Who, Morissey, REM, my goodness the list goes on!

And then there's Capital fm 88.9. On the whole it's pretty ok, a lot of 70s pop stuff. But every Sunday from 6-8pm it shall blow your mind. For that is when Capital Indie 101 is on. You shall hear all manner of indie tracks, old and new, some shall make you squeal in recognition, others make you dish-eyed in marvel as never before heard brilliance floods your ears. PLUS they have a facebook group. Even if indie isn't your scene, I suggest you check it out.

Well I'm done. What's next? Who knows. I don't at least. But until then (whenever 'then' is) take care. If you're into the whole safe-living thing that is. I know I am. Well I think I am in any case. Whatever.

2009-03-14T08:43:00.000-07:00

So a different sketchbook this time, and it's a special one for story-boarding! It's pretty fun to draw in, I must say! Here are pages 1 - 3. Done with an 02 Unipin, if I remember correctly. Which I do, since it was only yesterday that I drew these.

Page 1, heaps fun to draw.

page 2, drawn with my head resting on the table.

page 3, I quite like the noses

Up next: I think I've got something to say about Local Radio. Das ist alles. Gute Nacht. (My German lessons are going well, thanks for asking)

Goodbye, you beautiful meatbags.

2009-03-09T21:04:00.000-07:00

Anyone who knows anything about me knows about my obsession with Futurama. On Sunday (when I was supposed to be working), I downloaded Into The Wild Green Yonder, the last of the 4 movies that were made to herald the end of Futurama (as far as anyone knows). And let me just say what a fucking marvelous swan song it made! I've already watched it 3 times, though mostly because I cannot believe it's finally over. So goodbye you beautiful meatbags, don't let your crazily-obssesive fan-base tie you up and gag you with a sock on your way out.

And in other news, despite the critical condemnation (including a verbal lynching by Alan Moore himself), The Watchmen is a pretty fun movie to watch. Buy the graphic novel, read it, buy the movie ticket, watch it (The order is quite important) .

And We Saw Saw How They Shined For Us, And We Were Pleased.

2009-03-05T05:25:00.000-08:00

Sketchbook time! Sketching is a rough and fickle business. Only to be attempted by men strong of heart and women with beards down to their feet. Women concerned that they might trip over them are exempted from this rule.

Breaking in the new sketchbook. Quite like it, might turn it into a bona fide drawing someday soon.

Second sketch. My room. Or a fraction of it anyway.

Anyways that's all I have in my new book so far, I thought I'd just post this because this weekend I'm gonna be neck deep in the work I couldn't do while I was sick. Hurray.

Sad News Travels At Its Own Pace.

2009-03-03T20:37:00.000-08:00

Well I've persevered through most of my illness, and all that is left to bear is a general tiredness that shall hopefully dissipate by tomorrow. This in mind, I happily went to college to once again join my peers for a good long visit to the realms of Productive Society.

I arrived fairly punctually, right on time in fact, to a barren classroom. Well, I say barren, Xiang Her was there and so was the lecturer, but that was it. Being the social butterfly that I am, I said my Hellos and Good Mornings where due and immediately left for the outside where the sun was warm and air conditioning could not get its chilly arms around my already weakened body for the time being.

A few minutes later Ameer turns up and more greetings are exchanged. In the banter that followed however he dropped a ton of fucking bricks on me. Apparently the Wins Art Uncle passed away sometime last week and that the shop is closed for the mourning.

Which is really shitty. Really. In the time since I was thrust into college life I've grown very attached to that little art supply shop in Mayang Plaza, and to both the uncle and aunty who ran it. His passing shall definitely be a big blow to the shop. Also, my thoughts go the very sweet Aunty that's gonna have to do an even bigger share of the work than she already does. It's definitely not going to be easy.

I doubt many who shall feel the blow of losing this great stalwart of cheap, accessible art supplies will read this (save for like-thinking KBU students), but know that you are not alone in your mourning. And to those who knew him personally, you have my deepest sympathy for your loss.

2009-03-02T08:48:00.000-08:00

Right. So I know I promised some rude words about pratty wizards, but well, the weekend wasn't exactly the cornucopia of excellent time management that I had hoped, as I spent most of it feeling sorry for myself. as last week wasn't the best week in the long and exciting history of weeks. SO anyway, to tide you people by, let me present to you:

This.

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2009-03-01T09:35:00.000-08:00

it's gonna take me a little more time to sort out the promised goods, sorry.

The Brothers Bile: Part 0, in which nothing much is said at all.

2009-02-22T07:27:00.000-08:00

SO as I said I am trying to update this site a bit more... occasionally. And what subject could jump-start the creative juices in someone like me quicker than a self assigned rant on things that I loathe. More specifically, pop-culture icons that really get my goat, as well as all other miscellaneous ungulates I have lying about. The idea is one noted figure every week, starting next weekend. Some of the more astute facebookers out there (and also those of you whom I practically waved it at) might have noticed a little taste of that to come. Next weekend with all my best hopes and intentions you shall have the first part of the deluded rant, as well as the subject (or rather, target) of my browbeating for the week after.

Until then, for those of you who haven't seen it, here is the mystery figure that I shall be covering next week.

Just who is this bespectacled prat face?

you people deserve a fish!

2009-02-16T04:20:00.000-08:00

I am amazed that people actually have come across this otherwise creatively desolate wasteland! And that they actually asked me update this thing! Amazing!

So I suppose I shall actually have to update this occasionally, with lots of self-indulgent lists preferably. Nicely illustrated lists, of course.

But for now here is a fish to tide your insatiable thirst for my tat by!

Moby Lick; definitely an exercise in something, though I'm not sure what.

2008-08-31T02:57:00.000-07:00

Sorting through some old stuff in the storage room adjacent to mine I came across one of my old drawings from when I was but a young'un. Examine closely, faithful readers, because it was on the strength of drawings such as this that my parents believed I possessed latent talent for the visual arts, and promptly encouraged me in that direction. Aren't you lucky!

Homage in loose change

2008-08-21T08:46:00.000-07:00

Once, a hippopotamus cornered me,
to give tiresome lectures on Christianity;
But the evangelical quadruped gave a scoff,
when I suggested that he go bugger off.

An earlier version of this was posted on DeviantArt by me quite some time ago, then the other day I came across it and in my infinite pedantry came up with a few changes. It's a silly, modest, humble homage to a Mr. T.S. Eliot who as you may know, once wrote a much better poem than this comparing hippos and The Catholic Church.

Excercise 9

2008-08-20T08:17:00.000-07:00

Look At His Eyepatch!

2008-07-27T08:51:00.000-07:00

70's Pop Music guitarist Dresden Gog!

This is a character that I have made for my Drawing class' final project. Favourite character of mine that I have actually put onto paper. Gaze upon him in all his achromatic magnificence!

I haven't actually finished the actual project, this is just a quick ink drawing of my own volition (for the grand purpose of Fun!)

Goodbye!

Do not expect one of these very often!

2008-07-18T06:13:00.000-07:00

Ah, my very own space on the world wide web!

Oh do not be afraid, I bring you the gift of poetry!

Once upon a time there was a cook,

who published his recipes in a book.

When the book came out,

there was much doubt,

regarding the qualifications of this particular culinarian!

The thing about the gift of poetry is that it is not returnable!