Challenge Attack

Well I worked my ass off last night, and most of today to catch up on where I should be, and of course, I'm going to miss tomorrow's posting too, so I'll make it up to you guys (ie Beth and the Dude) when I get back to my tablet.

Happy New Year!!!

Just Sayin' Part 1

I've picked up this wicked phrase that seems to result in any conversation ending with a sardonic snort and a nod of derision from both parties.

"Just sayin'."

Example: If you are going to try to make a point, or an argument, and you can't back it up, you need to shut your gob. Just sayin'.

See? It works right? Next time you're having a conversation with someone and you really want to end the conversation without crushing anyone's tender feeling's throw on a 'Just sayin'.' in there, and watch what happens. It's hilarious. You're partner will get this perplexed glaze in their eyes, snort or snicker and nod. It's hilarious. And it creates the best way to move onto a new subject.

I've been using this quite a bit and I find that it really helps me feel like I'm contributing to a real conversation, just sayin'.

Really I came on here tonight to run my mouth off about a certain way a certain friend has been treating me this last couple of months, and it seems to be a cycle with us and I'm just sayin' (hah it works in the middle of a sentence too) that it's pissing me off. If you're going to go all anti-social and hob-nob with idiots and leave behind people, don't be expecting them (i.e. me) to bend over-backwards to be all sociable with you again. Really, I'm not a tool you can't just go about using me for your own amusement. Either we're friends and we stick it together, or fuck off and let me do my own thing without being involved in your own hopped up drama that you go searching for yourself. Honestly it gets old, and it gets old real fast-like, and you know when you go asking for advice that is perfectly sound and reasonable, and you ignore it, don't fucking ask for the advice, cause its a waste of time.

I hate that I know I sound like a bitch, but really, there is not point in farting about. Suck it up, cause I ain't your momma and I ain't going to sugar coat it for you.




Just sayin'.

two days late and guilty as hell

Well, shortly after posting my art challenge, I went over to the dude's place and became part of the scenery, leaving my computer and this challenge in the dust....

apologies all around...

anyway the first of a lot of colour...

Strange Moods

I find myself in a strange mood this afternoon, actually this entire month my moods have been rather dynamic. I really feel the need to chew people out, I feel like I have a storm inside me brewing and its waiting for a release.

Really this is more for my own benefit and not my readers, so please don't take any of this to heart, I'm just running my mouth off mostly in hopes that I can settle the dark seas that seem to be feeding my storm.

I have this one line in my head and its been driving me crazy, I write it down and it sounds wrong, but I say in my head and it sounds right. If this is the cause of my trepidation and discord, I'm going to be sorely unamused, I write my best when I'm at unrest (and I really didn't mean to rhyme that, it just came out that way...again, I'm running myself off in hopes to quell this disturbance I feel...)

Crows in flight, play and mock, cry out 'join us, join us, there is freedom here' and I can't, my heart weighs heavily and I cry as they fly on, diving and swooping, I've been forgotten already.

I think what bothers me the most is I'm actually quite happy, I'm almost giddy at times, and just when I let myself enjoy that giddiness, something dark and troublesome comes and takes it away. I'm glad this year is nearly over, I really am. I have great hopes for 2010 and I want to cast off 2009 like an old snake skin and move on fresh and new. I ache for it. Too carry on that metaphor, I am itching to sleuth off my old skin, the old dry scales and feel fresh new air on bright and shiny skin.

Does any of this make sense to you? I know I'm baffled...I'm going to wake up the dude and see if he can put a smile on my face...

sorry hunny for ruining your nap...I'll make it up to you somehow...maybe with a smile

Special Gift

I should wait till tomorrow to post this, but I couldn't help myself :P



Jane and Eli, sharing a smoke and cuddle...ignore the anatomy issues, too lazy to fix them, I've already spent...9 hours on this already just on the line work. O_____O

Art Challenge Day 1

Two pieces for you lot,

the first one...some high elf type chick.


the second, a piece of a larger piece that I will be working on throughout the week.



fuck yah.

I will figure out jumps eventually.

Art, art, art, blog, art, blog about art

ZOMGLES!!

Well, since rededicating myself to my blog, I've come to an crossroads. Exactly wtf should I blog about? Sure, a blog about Yve is nice and narcissistic, but lets face it, I'm really not all that interesting, otherwise (here it comes guys, the weekly dig at my friends) more people would comment on my (please note heavy sarcasm) well thought out entries.

I have stuck to my rule about trying to post once a week minimum, and of course I've stopped posting (almost entirely) on facebook, leaving all my juicy squidbits to my blog, or at least...the crap that isn't total crap,... anyway, randomly sliding off topic, I am trying fruitfully not to loose my shit and find a decent theme for my blog, so wtf, since I've been ASSTASTICALLY successful at joining an amazing art community (thank you marcus!!) and getting more shows then I am prepared for (fuck) I'm going to turn this next week challenge into an art challenge.

Mostly because my beautiful, gorgeous, delicious tablet has been sitting ignored for the last month, I'm going to (do what I can) about reading tutorials and attempting one piece of art a day. For the next week.

-groans- this falls under the old conversation I would have, inevitably, in the middle of an art crisis I've brought on myself with my friend;

Yve: Why do I do this to myself? Pick some huge challenging piece I know I can't ever possibly finish, and attempt it? Why?

Friend: Because you love to torment yourself, it's what you do.

Yve: You aren't helping, you know.

Friend: Of course not, you brought this on yourself, shut the fuck up and finish it. You know when it's done its going to rock, so stfu and do it.

Yve: You're a bitch.

Friend: I love you too.

So with that said...I am not quite finished working on today's piece because well...it dawned on me half way through starting it, this whole challenging myself to draw on my tablet would be a great idea to get me back in the swing of things...

and because I am so fucking bored, I had to do something to entertain myself...

this will be of course, around painting too...seeing as I've bought four FUCKING huge canvases today (thanks to the dude for driving me out to X-cess Cargo)

...

Back to work fuckers.

ps. Beth has a blog now. Check her out, Canadian Fast Food

pps. Tomatoes are evil fruit.

Boxing Day Rain

I want to write this big long tirade on Christmas and how its lost its meaning behind the shopping craze, but instead, I'm just going to say stay off the fucking roads, its a damn ice-storm out there and stay home and get super drunk instead.

And plan what I am going to do with my giant canvases.

Cree Prophecy

I found this on one of my random blog hunts of late, I thought it was poignant and beautiful. I have to thank My Own Private Idaho for letting me repost it!

Only after the last tree is cut down,
The last of the water poisoned,
The last animal destroyed...
Only then will you realize you cannot eat money

So with that said,

Happy Birthday to The Dude, much love

Simply Stunning Snakes

Guido Mocafico's Amazing Snakes

Opinions

In light of recent events, I've come to accept a simple statement as one of my rules in life. We all have rules we try to follow and I have a fucking list half a mile long. This weeks' recent addition is;

Sensitive people shouldn't talk to insensitive people about sensitive subjects.

Really, if you're going to get all injured and emotional, clue the fuck in and don't talk about that subject with people, especially if you already know their opinions on subjects relating to that subject.

I know, I know, this sounds very cold and heartless, but really. It has to be said. Chill the fuck out, clue in, and only seek conversation from people who will sugar coat the truth for you, cause I sure as hell won't.

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On the upside, I'm booked fucking solid for the next 6 months in shows.

The dude is my good luck charm and go figure, I can't think of a single fucking thing to paint him as a gift. FML. So my personal message to the The Dude; I love you, I'm sorry you make me feel so fantastic but I can't think of a single fucking thing to paint you. But the smiles you share with me make the sun shine all the more warmer. Cheesy I know, but its true. Its magic with you.



MOOD: Cause I remembered, retrospective.

Fight S373

Check out this amazing video for what you can do to fight s373 in your state!

Thank God for Five Dollar Sheets

I bought these sheets (practically new) for five bucks. They're pretty rad, if not a little big for my bed, but still.

I've learned to put them on when Jeb comes over cause inevitably someone spills paint on them.

We both paint in acrylic so once is there, its pretty much there for good. I have to shave my carpet because of acrylic paint. What can I say? Its plastic. And my carpet is ugly. This will motivate my landlord into putting new carpets in.

So, if you haven't figured, its art day with Jebilicious and we're grooving out pretty hard core.

I painted all day today. What can I say, I'm the epitome of unemployed artist.





That is it.

Inside my own little secret

I don't have many secrets, and the ones I do have, I'm pretty sure there is someone out there, who I have confided in, in a moment of revelation, and while I'm not ashamed of my secrets, I just enjoy having the few that I have to myself.

Am I going to reveal a secret to you? Probably a couple of times in the life time of my blog, I probably have already buried deep inside the various posts I've thrown in your direction. I think my biggest secret in blogging is that I like to speak to you as if we're in the midst of a conversation, you, the reader is always addressed and sometimes as few of my friends are even called out, in hopes that they read this and get a momentary thrill of being out there.

Right now, it feels as if my own little secrets are what is keeping me, me.
I have nothing really to make me feel not like me, but I find that the energy that was so obviously mine is lost now.

'Yve is always filled with energy' they say, or 'She's always so alive'

Honestly, I find myself to be very sluggish and take it as it is, so this energy, I know I have it, I'd have to be blind not to know, but is it really enough to warrant such statements?

This all feels very existential so to bring it back down, let me tell you what I made for dinner

Shepherds' Pie.

MMMM Shepherds' Pie!! Its been cold and snowing for two days, winter went and got itself in a big damn hurry and all I want to eat is hearty stick to your bones meals. Yesterday Curry Carrot Soup, today Shepherds' pie. Num-nums.

I started by boiling 5 medium potato's, while I chopped onions and carrots up and saute'd them in garlic and oil, adding in 2 lbs of ground beef, pepper, sage, thyme and a pinch of chili powder. I added red peppers, corn and green peas and stirred in a thick beef broth and 2 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce. I let that cook on low for about 20 minutes, while I mashed up the potatos with some butter and milk and squeeze of mustard for taste. Baked it for half an hour and mmmm stick to your bones goodness.

Yes, I cook, not often and but always well.

I feel stuffed. And existential. So thats my mood for this post.

The Wednesday Edition

Well, its Wednesday, and that means I'm half way through this one week challenge of blogging once a day, I have to admit, I feel like I'm cheating a little because I'm not at a job all day, or taking care of kids, or even really dedicating all that much time to anything, but the days fill up regardless and so that fact that I am this committed to something says...something.

I'm trying to come up with some really distinctive entries, but as it is, I haven't really advertised my blog is reopened, so no one is commenting and so really at this point, why make the effort when I'm running my mouth off for myself. HAH self pity at its best!

Today was, well, pretty fucktastic, Ottawa got hit with a snow storm, not a big one, but the first one of the season, so we'll see how this winter turns out from here on in I guess. All I know is it looks fuck-hella cold out there and I'm very happy in front of my easel.

I didn't paint all day, I cleaned the stairwell, washed the walls and vacuumed the upstairs, I didn't do my laundry (boo) but mom was occupying the machines all day so grubby painting clothes it is!

I finished a big 16x20 canvas I started on Sunday, motivation finally struck Monday night and I worked my black little heart out on it for the last two days, and luckily it wasn't too detail oriented for me. I also finished one of two beetles for the art show in February (details to come, as well as pictures). I still have the Rubbei beetle to do, but the Buquetii is finished. Yaakaa!!

ehm.

I'm wearing Hugo Dark Blue on my sweater and it reminds me of the dude. I slept in my own bed last night and it was weird waking up cold and seeing snow piled up in my window. It doesn't help that we have the same duvet cover, so for a minute I thought I was back at his place. That's when I noticed I was cold.


I want to invest in a couple plain jacketed journals and illustrate them for x-mas gifts, saw the idea on etsy and dA and I looooved it, so I want to steal the idea for myself, of course.

SO yah.

Wednesday!!

Mood: Hump day, ftw.

post script : Zachary Quinto is a fucking fox. Rawr. Syler can steal my super power any day!!

Urban Dictionary Makes My Life Better

What with how fast the 'english' language is developing new words and phrases, and especially catch phrases, the website Urban Dictionary has become one of the places I frequent in times of need.

So in honor of those who, like me, are falling behind in the world of new words, I give you some of the words I have learned thanks to UD.

FOAT - 'Fool of a Took' origins, Gandalf, LotR, meaning, you're a bit of a prick, or tool. FOAT. Used in a sentence. 'You foat! It's right in front of you!'

FOB - Fresh of the Boat, origins...fobbers, meaning, new immigrant. Used in a sentence. "Did you meet the new kid in class? He's a total fob!" (primarily used by fob's or ignorant people).

Janky - Crap, poor quality. Origins, by the sound of it some douchebag. Used in a sentence "Don't go to arby's their food is janky."

Peen - Penis, origins, lazy fuckers. Used in a sentence "Ren hates it when I say 'Peen' to refer to a man's junk. So I say it more to piss her off 'peen, peen, peen!'".

Vagimonster - Total cunt. Origins...vagimonster in denial. Used in a sentence. "Carla is such a vagimonster."

Thats all I have. My day was rather uneventful, mostly because I don't want to give any details about the fantastic morning boning I got.

Boning...look it up on UD, fuckers.

Missed A Day

Means I get to post twice today!!

So yesterday being monday was not altogether uneventful, it snowed, and stayed for the first time this season. I really don't know how excited we should be about that since we're expecting another 15cm starting late tonight/early tomorrow.

Watched this great romantic comedy with the dude last night called the French Film, it was hilarious, and the dude totally caught me of gaurd in the car on the way home this morning with it.

The Dude "What did we learn last night?"

Me "My lactose intolerance won't even let me enjoy tzitziki anymore?"

The Dude "No, the beginning is in the ending." (quote from the movie)

Me "HAH! *in a bad french accent 'Ze Beginning, ez in ze ending!'"

Both laughed.

What? I thought it was funny. You should hear my accents, they are awful.

What else?

Yah yesterday was a good day. I spent it with my man. Yve is happy.


Mood: Yesterday...pensive, but ending in smiles.

Aggressive Dog Breeds...

Are Pitties on the list? Guess you'll have to see!!

Dog Central

15 Minutes, 15 Movies

Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen movies you've seen that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.


1. A Midsummer Nights Dream
2. Aladin
3. Clockwork Orange
4. The Rocky Horror Picture Show
5. The Nightmare Before Christmas
6. Empire Records
7. Practical Magic
8. Coraline
9. Tank Girl
10. Interview with the (a?) Vampire
11. Fan Boys
12. Zack And Miri Make a Porno
13. Girl with Pearl Earring
14. Pan's Labyrinth
15. Robin Hood Prince of Thieves

Tagged by the lovely lady Sally via facebook. Saving all my notes from there for the blog, as per on of my rules of blogging...I'll get around to posting them soon. They are kinda like the rules of Zombieland, but not as cool.

Mood; reluctant.

Moods

Having reviewed all of my previous blog posts, I'm going to institute a rule. Posting a mood along with which ever the topic is.

What I think am going to do tp get myself back into the swing of things I'm going to, for the next week, is post daily.

YAAAAY!!

What subject, you might ask?

It doesn't matter, I need to get to re-establish my style of writing. To see if I can turn down the blatant in-your-face 'tude I seem to rock (poorly indeed), it seems very prevalent to most of my previous posts.

I have been mulling over the idea of doing an art blog, and issuing challenges to myself and possibly actually going out there into the blogisphere and seeing who else is out there that I enjoy reading. I mean; don't get me wrong ms. rhapsody, I love you, but I need to know what my other options are out there. And I'm not talking just this one, but this one too, or this crap too. I will be doing a fair bit of pimpin' too, music, video's, awesome links I find while trollin'.

...well, now that that paragraph has eaten dick twice now, and I've had to re-edit my linkages like mad, I'm going to spice this up with some images. Fuck yah!!


Action Shot!*

Yah I went there. Deal.

So. It being Saturday, do I cheat and make today count? Sure why not. Next saturday we'll wrap up this daily post challenge and see how I stack up.

shit.

Well.

Having spent the night out, enjoying the dude's company, and seeing a coffee house at U of O, which turned out surprisingly well, despite the slow climb. The show, not the evening. The evening itself was remarkably well, but I haven't figured out how to shut up yet. Seriously, this is a skill every 27 year old woman should have, know when to SHUT UP. Oh well, the damage is done. Apologies all around on my ridiculously girlish behaviour of late.

Having decided that while I am looking for work I am going to paint my ass off for an upcoming set of shows and get more involved in getting myself out there, I randomly dropped in on DeSerres today and ran into the gentleman Marcus, who runs Basement Artists, which turned out to be a solid mini-jam about up-coming exhibits and shows that I want and am going to try to get too. Blew my mind, folks, this guy is wicked. Scored a five pack of canvases for myself and a gift for the dude, if he'll accept it.

Saw Astro-boy, surprisingly well done, even though I missed the intro, -shrugs- I cried at the end. Who's surprised? Not Ren, that's for sure. Ended up at Value Village where every thrifty shopper needs to visit. I tell you!

And now I am at home. Bored. Aren't you thrilled I decided to sit down? Hasn't this been the most fun ever?

I was entertained for a good hour checking out music video's and old link and laughing my ass off at the shit I use to listen too. My gods I've come a far ways.

Good News? I have art supplies.

Bad News? I have no inspiration.

Mood? Mildly entertain, kinda want to watch the rest of Hero's and possible find something mildly alcoholic. Brown Cow anyone?

Future painting themes? American Sign Language Anatomy!


* i.e. shittah webcam shot. fuck you, I'm too lazy to look for my own camera and my friends are to lazy to post party pictures. Assholes.

WTF, I still have a blog?

Thanks to the dude, I was reminded I have a blog.

I may or may not post in this again.

Apologies to the dude for him finding this fucktard festival...but to my defense, it is a blog, and most blogs that are unthemed (like mine is) turn out to be livejournal quality rants. So you know, utter crap.

But at the same time I love my blog. Why? Cause in the day and age where a girl has spent most of her life experimenting in mind alternating activities, its kind of nice to know there is a place where some of her memories are documented in blog format.

We can blame facebook for ruining my blog. TAKE THAT FACEBOOK!! Ruiner of blogs, harbinger of internet creepers, and making myspace the livejournal of personal websites.

(Yes, I loathe myspace and livejournal, both are outdated and overrun by tween scene girls taking angled shots of thier too-thick makeup and undersized cleavage.)

Rest assured in the age of censorship and not trodding on toes, I will swear and mock and offend as much as I will use my vast vocabulary to stun, shock and impress...and brag. Much bragging will be had.

Now...to pimp or not to pimp...I'll have to come up with a decent blog to usher back in the era of Yve rants.

...Watch out Social Services Ontario, I'm going to kick your shit in!