March 20th, 2010

horny, Divine Oscillations

Picking up excitations

Oh, right, so the Good Vibrations party. It was scheduled to start around 6pm Thursday, so I determined that I would go, and planned my day a bit around it: I could just show up early for TV night, given that both TV night and GV are in the Mission.

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BARTed in to the city. Wound up at Good Vibrations just as the festivities were commencing.
Bopped around the store looking at stuff. Attempted to help blow up balloons that were purportedly penis-shaped; staff was having trouble inflating them. They looked more like boobies than penises. I stretched the balloon first. I also have decent lungs; two lungfuls got the balloon to look kind of heart-shaped. Third lungful popped the balloon. Mine was the first to pop, but not the last. An employee popped one within the next 30 seconds or so, then they went outside with balloons and more explosions came from out there. I belatedly realized that the balloons were supposed to have balls at the end, then a long shaft. Heart-shaped was OK too.
Eye was caught by Scully's hair on the video rack. Their Mulder was disappointingly not David Duchovny: I don't know if they got the hair right, but his nose is hard to fake, and he's not Mulder without the nose. I was peering at the "not Star Trek" when a cluster of People from the Internet walked in and over, and the girl with flowers in her hair exclaimed "Is that the Star Trek insignia I see!" or words to that effect, and was disappointed that there were no Orions portrayed on the box. Missed marketing opportunity! This developed into chatter. The crowd was showing the girl around the Mission, in an attempt to convince her to move to SF. This one guy, who seemed to be named Matt, and I, started up a conversation. He was not the one with the FSM shirt. The conversation ranged over a great number of topics; I mentioned lube/not-lube at one point. As they departed, he mentioned that he'd see me around.
Checked with JD about JD's planned arrival time. (JD had not really been considering this as a planned stop; but then there was the cake and champagne.) JD's planned arrival time was 2000; it was appx 1830. I decided to head for Borderlands.
While enjoying an iced tea and frowning at the current woes of Connie and Mike, my phone rang. Tif! I zipped outside the cafe to chat with her about logistics for the evening.
Just then, Matt and entourage showed up. Of course. On a tour of the Mission, if one is the right sort of geek/hipster, one naturally shows off Borderlands and the naked kitties. My ability to actually make sensible words come out my mouth to Tif abruptly tanked.
I did leave my email address with the dude.
JD arrived; Tif wasn't yet home. We agreed to meet up at Good Vibrations. There was champagne and cake and we hung out there for a bit before heading over to Tif's.
We watched some episodes of Heroes. Mr. Speaky-Cat was all over everyone and everything, and seemed miffed that both JD and [personal profile] jamoche had Laptop Lap.
Realized that there is more Mythbusters in Circle of Fire than I'd realized. Called Drewface. Traumatized him; apparently I am never to speak of the fanvid to Pansy Division's "James Bondage" again, especially not the bit with painted-gold Adam vs. the thermometer.

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Azz Reads A Local Habitation

So, I finally read A Local Habitation, which I'd been saving as a treat for myself. Have a reaction post! This is not so much a review as a braindump. (For those who aren't aware, seanan_mcguire is a part of my extended social circle and I like her and I like her writing, so I'm not the most objective reviewer out there, but it's good stuff anyway.)

(Spoilers abound.)
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I enjoyed it. I will read it again.

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attention span, magic markers

On Becoming an Artist [2D visual, representative]

Draw. Draw what you see. Draw what you don't see. Draw any time you think of it, whenever you put pen to paper to do something else. Draw in a sketchbook. Draw on the corners and margins of your shopping list. (If you get a good one, paste it in your sketchbook to look back on later.) Draw elementary geometric shapes and solids. Draw bent sheets and banners. Draw perspective. Draw a thousand roads disappearing into the horizon. Draw a thousand castles with crenelations and gates and towers and a flapping banner on top. Draw an apple, an orange. Draw texture. Look at the way the light hits something and reflects. Study shadow. Study how everything on your desk is made up of the elementary shapes you learned. That's a cylinder. There's a plane, and a box with rounded edges, and that's a box that got itself confused and got sent to the cone factory, with little fiddly bits. Discover the drape of cloth. Discover the drape of this cloth vs. that cloth: how lightly cotton lies, how stiff suits wrinkle despite themselves, the drape and swish of heavy knit. Draw motion. Watch the blur of this into that, figure out how to draw the transition, which things are necessary to convey the whole and which you can leave out. Draw cartoons. Draw the realistic, every little grain of sand. Simplify. Exaggerate. Study. Work from a photo. Work from life. Learn the face, the body, all the different eyes and noses and ears and chins you can find. Learn all the colors of every part of your own skin. Learn someone else's. Find work you admire and reverse-engineer it. Find an artist you admire, find five, and watch them work if you can. Learn your tools. Stretch their limits. Make printer's ink work like watercolor. Stack watercolor like tempera. Try acrylic, oil, oil pastel, crayon, highlighter, whiteboard marker, pencil, your own blood if you have nothing else. Distinguish the constructive from the non-constructive, and discard the latter. Is "that sucks" really "that's not to my taste" or "your execution was poor", or both? Don't stop. If you stop, start again. Start with something elementary and simple and stupid if you have to. Go back to basics. Draw what you see. Draw something else. Look at the others in your field. If "[you] could do better", do it. Start over. Throw it all out if you have to (and give some to somebody who won't, and scan it first in case you change your mind). Keep going. Plop some up on the internet. Figure out what tools you're missing and save up for them. Blow too much of your grocery money on art supplies and decide you like the taste of ramen this week. Try not to do that again too often. Accept a commission or two. Figure out what they can't pay you to do. Struggle with a dozen different art programs. Learn how to scan. Learn how to modify something you sketched up into something with colors that nature didn't make it easy to get to.

But draw. Draw. Draw.

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