<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445</id><updated>2012-02-25T08:58:15.773-08:00</updated><category term='warhammer'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='Someone Save Me'/><category term='Oh God'/><category term='Letters to my Mother'/><category term='Tea'/><category term='owls'/><category term='begginings. begginings.'/><category term='creepy'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>__________________________Word.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8870371354333624489</id><published>2012-02-25T01:45:00.023-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T08:58:15.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angoulême and Art-ery</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7040/6928764607_15bc788f61_b.jpg" title="MarchFCssb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7063/6781831906_9378c82903_z.jpg" width="415" height="520" alt="MarchFCssb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly march already, so..I'll post the calendar for it already cause you know. Time. There is no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/March/March_1920x1080.png"&gt;1920x1080&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/March/March_1650x1050.png"&gt;1680x1050&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/March/March_1440x900.png"&gt;1440x900&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/March/March_1366x768.png"&gt;1366x768&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/March/March_1280x800.png"&gt;1280x800&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/March/March_1280x1024.png"&gt;1280x1024&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/March/March_1024x768.png"&gt;1024x768&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! I;m moving house on the first. No more old crap house with holes and paint peeling and carpet coming off the floor. We're moving into somewhere that's been built within the last few years, so everything is fresh, new and clean. Also, we have a space for a washing machine and dryer which means doing the clothes isn's a weird treck to an over priced laundry and a chore that takes more than an hour. Like wise we will have a boiler that can just stay on, which means the dishes can be done every night in like 5/10 minutes. Rather than having to wait for a half hour for the water to heat up and then dishes getting piled up because it cost money to heat the water we wash with.... anyway. So yeah. The places is a bit smaller, but, it will be nice and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally got to go through some of those photos of when Tom and I went to Angouleme to see his aunti Su, who is the most amazing person btw. She was brilliant. Kind, and all that other good stuff. Amazing cook, prepared the best sandwiches I ever had ever. Made these amazing desserts like, everyday. She was always making Tom and myself tea and coffee. AND, and she even bough us breakfast in bed one day. I was like WOT. Man, I was living that up. I just couldn't belive it, it was like being on a proper holiday for real... And I wish i got more photos as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say though, the very first thing I noticed, was the shutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9y9PV9OPA/T0iwOEkdSII/AAAAAAAAAPA/mEE_fs_1vNk/s1600/IMG_1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9y9PV9OPA/T0iwOEkdSII/AAAAAAAAAPA/mEE_fs_1vNk/s400/IMG_1169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713009883110787202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone actually uses their shutters over there, they're not purely decorative like most shutters you'd find on the houses in the US. And So many  of the houses would have all the shutters closed, and even have a shutter for the front and back doors. SO all these little houses looked like weird warehouses at first. It wasn't really until about a half hour into our ride from the airport to Su's home that I realised they were all houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually lived in a little town a bit away from Angouleme , but the town centre itself had some real moments of beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T62WAyBJL0w/T0iwzLvgwiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i3qjMoemz4M/s1600/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T62WAyBJL0w/T0iwzLvgwiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i3qjMoemz4M/s400/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713010520691360290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that, the way it seemed anyway, was the outside appearence of buildings were not the real focus, but the insides of buildings were immaculate. Most everything just kind of looked like a giant block outside, but really different on the inside...for Angouleme anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually went to the Comic Festival of Angouleme, and that ran over the weekend, so we spent the Thursday and Friday looking around. It was juts brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qy1Rocpg9eU/T0ixhCRdi1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fvXKgJ2uyi4/s1600/IMG_1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qy1Rocpg9eU/T0ixhCRdi1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fvXKgJ2uyi4/s400/IMG_1137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713011308423383890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I took more photos, but was just gobsmacked by allt he brilliant books. I mean, there were all these like, prop up buildings that have just, countless books inside. And the variety. It wasn't just traditional american style comics, as one would think. No, these were like, story books, with art. The varying styles of each and every book was just, mind blowing. Real boost of encouragement of producing my own work. It was fantastic just being able to look at every type of technique, even though I couldn't understand a word of any of the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEWJHJU0oBQ/T0iyPDTAsbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MTQh32ejkDY/s1600/IMG_1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEWJHJU0oBQ/T0iyPDTAsbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MTQh32ejkDY/s400/IMG_1141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713012098972299698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtX2h8YI9g/T0i2NmMLm7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ui9tFRZiqns/s1600/IMG_1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJtX2h8YI9g/T0i2NmMLm7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ui9tFRZiqns/s200/IMG_1140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713016472025668530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had all sorts of exhibitions as well, like this one crazy one of all these stamps. It was a real treat. We had no idea that it was down there but man. We had a good time just kind of examining all the different types of stamps and trying to figure out what was going on with them. It was insane the amount of detail in them and all the creative ideas behind them. It was all hidden away in the main town theatre underneath the auditoriums in a weird almost cellar like room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAjGEXmag9c/T0i1MLhZ0BI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Wts4V9GWi-0/s1600/IMG_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAjGEXmag9c/T0i1MLhZ0BI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Wts4V9GWi-0/s400/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713015348175425554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2daMTP8pWBQ/T0i2ucQLyXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cZC9BKJsm3w/s1600/IMG_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2daMTP8pWBQ/T0i2ucQLyXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cZC9BKJsm3w/s200/IMG_1142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713017036293785970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Tin Tin was to be found everywhere, being that the long time collaboratives of the series, Jacques Martin, had great presence in the festival itself. (I think there was a monument of him there in Angouleme, if I recall correctly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure of the exact ties as to why the town was infatuated with Tin Tin, but Angouleme itself had a very huge and great appreciation for art.There was outstanding graffiti and murals everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pByC0VtLDTY/T0i3rHyFevI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ONDQD0VUncw/s1600/IMG_1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pByC0VtLDTY/T0i3rHyFevI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ONDQD0VUncw/s400/IMG_1191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713018078770854642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really only managed to get one decent photo at all of anything, as we were rushing around everywhere in town, and I kept saying to myself "later, I'll take a photo later" not realising that later would never come. There's always another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed around a few shops and had lunch out at one place called "Le Grand Vie" which was aaaaaaaaaamazing. I had baked potato with parma Ham, and tom had the same but with salmon, and we swapped some. So so so so good. Anyway, here's a photo of some chocolate shop we walked by, that we walked into, but didn't buy anything cause...well, next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA7N-cyZpHY/T0i4zfP9gNI/AAAAAAAAARE/S7m2VjqRIoY/s1600/IMG_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sA7N-cyZpHY/T0i4zfP9gNI/AAAAAAAAARE/S7m2VjqRIoY/s400/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713019322020757714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looked so good though.. Man. Man. They also did like, pastry stuff and loads of other things. Also, I have no idea who that dude is in the photo. Just ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5R9OXi11a0/T0i5DihWzFI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hAsbgd-Z-7M/s1600/IMG_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5R9OXi11a0/T0i5DihWzFI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hAsbgd-Z-7M/s400/IMG_1151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713019597776931922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they sold these teddy bears as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXabHQry49w/T0i5R-usIYI/AAAAAAAAARc/yfw3UGWiH24/s1600/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXabHQry49w/T0i5R-usIYI/AAAAAAAAARc/yfw3UGWiH24/s400/IMG_1152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713019845867217282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to just grab one off the shelf, but then realised all of them would probably fall right onto the floor, one by one. So I stopped myself, and behaved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other shops we kind of browsed into, like this music store with this bitchin stair case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XX_ajM4QXPE/T0i5yifdXrI/AAAAAAAAARo/Zjdox5DOvPU/s1600/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XX_ajM4QXPE/T0i5yifdXrI/AAAAAAAAARo/Zjdox5DOvPU/s400/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713020405222825650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I kind of just ran around messing with things, cause they had this weird ass room in the back, all while Su spoke to the store owner politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWQ77Ij6ceI/T0i6HJBU-9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/CY2crkdQ7XY/s1600/IMG_1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWQ77Ij6ceI/T0i6HJBU-9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/CY2crkdQ7XY/s400/IMG_1172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713020759162813394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was like, a million and one posters in that room, of like, Prince, Elton John and other random but brilliant pop stars. But the majority of the store seemed to be dedicated to classical music. In fact, the whole side wall of the shop was covered in nothing but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hmk4kYZGmA/T0i6gE-SRVI/AAAAAAAAASA/zH234A6oYTw/s1600/IMG_1181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hmk4kYZGmA/T0i6gE-SRVI/AAAAAAAAASA/zH234A6oYTw/s400/IMG_1181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713021187573040466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them, classical.... Over all we had an amazing time out, hanging out with Su. We learned a lot about herself and all the craft making she does. She does a lot of card making and papergoods, and like customizing ordinary things to make them very whimsical and just beautiful in general, much like herself. I'll have to grab a few samples of her work and give a shout out, because she does some really nostalgic sort of things. Like those pretty boutique places that have ribbons and lace tossed here and there with a crystal chandelier sort of feel. I felt really inspired by the whole event , had a few tip offs about projects and ideas and what to do, and it really drove me to try and complete things, which is why I'm still trying to go strong with my calendar project (as strange and un-enticing as it may be for the majority of people) and really just trying to get back in touch with my creative side. I've been doing quite a bit to try and progress technically with my work, but I think the creative aspect is starting to suffer because of it... one of the evenings before we left we treated Su and her family to some lovely patisserie stuffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F5IBTPCDykE/T0i768dzswI/AAAAAAAAASM/UTQUy2hk3Ws/s1600/IMG_1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F5IBTPCDykE/T0i768dzswI/AAAAAAAAASM/UTQUy2hk3Ws/s400/IMG_1197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713022748657431298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I bought these two chocolate muffin type things with a really rich centre piece, and Su and her two children picked some out of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONO_a6vLqbc/T0i8hKsOMnI/AAAAAAAAASY/PptMAl-yJN4/s1600/IMG_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONO_a6vLqbc/T0i8hKsOMnI/AAAAAAAAASY/PptMAl-yJN4/s400/IMG_1198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713023405311013490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps next time I will get one of these bad boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better run off. I need to shower, and it's an absolute gorgeous day outside. SO I'm going to take D for an extra long walk with some of this new music I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1u8LYarXiA/T0i-Aiv_PvI/AAAAAAAAASk/2TrG3V5DCas/s1600/freddie-joachim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1u8LYarXiA/T0i-Aiv_PvI/AAAAAAAAASk/2TrG3V5DCas/s400/freddie-joachim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713025043856834290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.freddiejoachim.com/track/out-of-season"&gt;Freddie Joachim - Out of Season&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.freddiejoachim.com/track/strawberries"&gt;Freddie Joachim - Strawberries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a few free downloads on his site. but I've yet to go through some of this purchasable work, which I will do to see what his substance is like. Really feeling it so far though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8870371354333624489?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8870371354333624489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/02/angouleme-and-art-ery_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8870371354333624489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8870371354333624489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/02/angouleme-and-art-ery_25.html' title='Angoulême and Art-ery'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9y9PV9OPA/T0iwOEkdSII/AAAAAAAAAPA/mEE_fs_1vNk/s72-c/IMG_1169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-860696640846293810</id><published>2012-02-10T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T15:17:20.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I havn't suddenly died</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6853718675_26b8ba742e_b.jpg" title="briefly22_0001paper2ssbb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6853719021_d622a298b9.jpg" width="415" height="330" alt="briefly22_0001paper2ssbb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving house soon, and by soon I mean in like two weeks. It's got a carpet thats actually stuck to the floor, windows that actually close, and an actual bathroom, instead of a shower in the wall. Moving on up to the east side. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads of other sketches, and my photos from France to show still ( I went to the comic festival of Angouleme , which was amazing and really pumped me with inspiration) and yeah... but gotta finish the pin up for march and and this other shit and pack stuff. Gaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnAbHkufjHg"&gt;Daedelus - Fallen Love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy busy. I tend to keep it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-860696640846293810?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/860696640846293810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-havnt-suddenly-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/860696640846293810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/860696640846293810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-havnt-suddenly-died.html' title='I havn&apos;t suddenly died'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4854610648941316301</id><published>2012-01-23T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:55:51.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ButcherColBT-1.png?action=view&amp;amp;current=ButcherColBTssbb.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ButcherColBTssbb.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gHtCCxr1Tg#t=14s"&gt;Estradasphere - Rise n' Shine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhaa...yeah. Been pretty busy. Still have loads of photos and stuff to go through from when my mother and sister had visited. I still think about it a lot... And I really miss my sister still...hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing different pin-ups for each month. and, I'm starting with feb cause it's obviously too late to do January... I've got my april picture sorted out, but still have to do a sketch for March.. But either way, here they are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/Feb1920x1080.png"&gt;1920 x 1080&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/Feb1680x1050.png"&gt;1680 x 1050&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/Feb1440x900.png"&gt;1440 x 900&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/Feb1366x768.png"&gt;1366 x 768&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/Feb1280x800.png"&gt;1280 x 800&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/Feb1280x1024.png"&gt;1280 x 1024&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakehat.co.uk/calendars/Feb1024x768.png"&gt;1024 x 768&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't have one of these resolutions, you need to sort your life out a.s.a.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired....and I'm pretty sure I posted that song before. So here's another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCQFEYX2F0s"&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - Run Pig Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4854610648941316301?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4854610648941316301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4854610648941316301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4854610648941316301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-6092796376106549286</id><published>2012-01-12T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:22:12.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6686374191_76b02622c3_z.jpg" title="EndL2ssb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6686374789_6c53158024_z.jpg" width="415" height="594" alt="EndL2ssb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8UvUQLhs8A"&gt;Daedelus - One and Lonely &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mother, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I understood what was the right thing to do; however, I'm afraid I've learned that I've learned nothing at all in all of these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving to The Blinded Eon I had already slain the beast in my mind. In my heart he felt otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said unto me : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You walk around a fool, your mind obscured by mortal things such as death and defeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With death does not end confusion and hate. Only with understanding, can you finally let her free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not burden your Mother with the pangs of your mortal dismay. It is unfair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded I had not a single thought within my being. I had turned and left The Blinded Eon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last letter, Mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJFL80Kh7fs"&gt;Daedelus - Sew, Darn, Mend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-6092796376106549286?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/6092796376106549286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6092796376106549286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6092796376106549286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7969791094140964373</id><published>2012-01-10T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:22:05.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>The Blinded Eon</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6673714379_6b3052ba25_b.jpg" title="dragonFssb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6673714393_2c677a6399_z.jpg" width="415" height="589" alt="dragonFssb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mother, I've come to the end. I have sought out The Blinded Serpent with the Stripes of Every Eon He has Lived. &lt;br /&gt;How glorious he will appear on the edge where the land ends, and the eternity begins. I believe this will be my last day, Mother. But I won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you, Mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=097ZIFR6suA"&gt;Daedelus - The Finishing of a Thing &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBy7nn-LJho"&gt;Daedelus - Overwhelmed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7969791094140964373?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7969791094140964373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/blinded-eon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7969791094140964373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7969791094140964373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/blinded-eon.html' title='The Blinded Eon'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3569975146512806342</id><published>2012-01-09T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:21:58.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>Star Sorcerer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6661650109_b97cc2656c_b.jpg" title="starsourceFssb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6667792953_837b6d2101_z.jpg" width="415" height="591" alt="starsourceFssb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mother, I had fleeting moment with the celestial Star Sorcerer of the City. If there were any person to know where I must go, it would be they. However, to my dismay, he had told me how he is burdened with entrapment through many spells of top tier wise men through out the history of Man, and is no longer permitted to read Man's future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to leave solemnly, but just before I could exit, he had touched the centre of my forehead. And within a moments time, I had seen many a thing. And I had seen you, mother. Could you see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said unto me : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' You know where you must go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, I know where I must go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlRKhhyNRuU"&gt;Daedelus - An Armada Approaches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3569975146512806342?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3569975146512806342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-mother-i-had-fleeting-moment-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3569975146512806342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3569975146512806342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-mother-i-had-fleeting-moment-with.html' title='Star Sorcerer'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-6139003991621710428</id><published>2012-01-08T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:21:51.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>City</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6660822127_5aaa3f352d_b.jpg" title="cityFs2ssbb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6660824455_26956a93ac.jpg" width="415" height="290" alt="cityFs2ssbb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mother, the City of the Canyon is still much like how you've described it to me. Though perhaps slightly larger, and the oasis being slightly smaller. I hope it's people can lead me to where I must go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/basement-jaxx/03-alkazaar"&gt;Basement jaxx - Alkazaar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/basement-jaxx/05-walking-in-the-clouds"&gt;Basement Jaxx - Walking in the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-6139003991621710428?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/6139003991621710428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6139003991621710428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6139003991621710428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/city.html' title='City'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4356831136706345406</id><published>2012-01-06T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:21:41.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>The Inn Keeper's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6694638797_8abea730d0_b.jpg" title="thoughts turn to cakesFs2ssb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6694633809_ae9407e303.jpg" width="415" height="292" alt="thoughts turn to cakesFs2ssb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mother, I have been lodging by the seaside in a comfortable inn for half a fortnight. I think I have fallen in love, mother. The daughter of the Innkeepers' wife, though quiet, has baked us a cake especially. Oh, how I can still smell her now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-Xm7s9eGxU"&gt;Erik Satie - Gymnopédie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can't beleive I almost forgot to post this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4356831136706345406?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4356831136706345406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/inn-keepers-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4356831136706345406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4356831136706345406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/inn-keepers-daughter.html' title='The Inn Keeper&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7485456111345588653</id><published>2012-01-05T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:21:32.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>Minotaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6642422281_d101e31d38_b.jpg" title="MinotaurFssb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6642428677_e79dfa448c.jpg" width="415" height="293" alt="MinotaurFssb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along my way I nearly got lost in a troublesome labyrinth. After some time though, I happened upon a strange stranger who seemed ever so upset. He explained how he has been lost for a considerable amount of time. Days, months, even years! And whenever he heard someone or something alive, he would follow to seek help; but they would all retreat in fear. He's given up since he believed it impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him we could go together. We eventually found our way out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHGrqc-AZhM"&gt;Masashi Hamauzu - Silent Dialogue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1H53otAW8U"&gt;Masashi Hamauzu - Aqua Memory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly forgot about my little collection of video game music. It makes me reminisce so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7485456111345588653?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7485456111345588653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-mother-along-my-way-i-nearly-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7485456111345588653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7485456111345588653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-mother-along-my-way-i-nearly-got.html' title='Minotaur'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3667448878465939897</id><published>2012-01-04T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:21:17.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6633928557_aaf918f5c5_b.jpg" title="TreeFssb by Lostcookie, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6633928879_9505e76fc2_z.jpg" width="415" height="587" alt="TreeFssb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mother, I finally made it. It is as beautiful as you say, and teeming with life. As if it were breathing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/basement-jaxx/10-ascension"&gt;Basment Jaxx - Ascension&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3667448878465939897?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3667448878465939897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3667448878465939897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3667448878465939897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4712963201138685084</id><published>2012-01-03T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:21:01.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to my Mother'/><title type='text'>Bahia</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/8yqmX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6627365235_0bb98aa58a.jpg" width="415" height="292" alt="BahiaFSsbb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mother, You wouldn't believe what I saw today. A Bahia. A real live one. You would have been well impressed..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlJewWAz768"&gt;Daedelus - Nouveau Nova&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HmVpu9gPxI"&gt;Daedelus - Bahia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4712963201138685084?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4712963201138685084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-mother-you-wouldnt-believe-what-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4712963201138685084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4712963201138685084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-mother-you-wouldnt-believe-what-i.html' title='Bahia'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5401170518114853075</id><published>2012-01-01T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:17:20.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/2012.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=2012ssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/2012ssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWHpAc52_vU"&gt;The Bulgarian State Choir - Sablyalo Mi Agontze &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5401170518114853075?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5401170518114853075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5401170518114853075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5401170518114853075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2012/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-9001101011976733340</id><published>2011-11-30T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:59:23.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Oar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/TroutFs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=TroutFssb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/TroutFssb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/mid_air/her-footsteps-went-boom"&gt;Mid-Air! - Her Footsteps Went (Boom)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth image. I have then more to go. I'm starting to panic, and not sure if I can finish this before my mother and sister come to visit, because they're basicallly going to be here till the 26th of Dec. I'm not going to spend any time drawing while they're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the drawing desk. Perhaps I can be lucky enough to finish these within a day or two as I have been...Only been doing half days at work, so it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-9001101011976733340?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/9001101011976733340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/mother-oar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/9001101011976733340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/9001101011976733340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/mother-oar.html' title='Mother Oar'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3790675596675006045</id><published>2011-11-27T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:12:34.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/GregoryFs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=GregoryFssb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/GregoryFssb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULHg2Cmuy_o&amp;feature=related"&gt;Tokyo Incidents - Dopa-Mint!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look much different from the last time I posted this one, other than some slight cleaning up. I was kind of reluctant to do the skin tone, as I thought it would loose its otherwise basic feel to it ( cause I can never get a nice even tone across the board you see... Lack of skill.) Iguess it's not usual for me to stop working on a picture if I feel in my heart of hearts that it's unfinished. But.. I dunno. I think I like it the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Daihakken--Discovery-/dp/B005EOYOGI/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1322424041&amp;sr=8-3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4k-4rFw9dJI/TtKXP9GxQcI/AAAAAAAAANw/zLlu1PvUaa0/s200/Discovery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679768380424405442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALSO, I never got to give a mention about Tokyo Incident's recent album Discovery. At first I was a bit iffy, but after a second listen of the album in full, I think I get it. Well, I definitely feel it. Some of the more rock based tracks are a bit too...rock pop for my usual taste, but as I grow, I try to broaden my horizon, you see. And I've learned now that there is nothing wrong with having a very base kind of fun track that you can just. I dunno, relax? Have a good time with? I often find myself trying to find some really though provoking,emotionally exhausting music and trying to find better. But sometimes it's good to have a good little rock song to just roll with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that Dopa-Mint! is a typical song by any means. I find that particular track to probably be one of the most engaging tracks out of the lot ( only after the first track, with the whole guitar and organ rotation thing going on in the middle bit ). Also like the variation of types of tracks on there as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably share some of my other faves, when I have more pictures I've drawn of dear Gregory. I think he as a character, was basically born through this album, and well... He'll be around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've totally wasted so much of this past week and a half playing Saints Row 3. Jesus Christ that game is absolutely ace. And will undoubtedly waste more money and time on it. I'm a sucker for that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work on monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3790675596675006045?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3790675596675006045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/tokyo-incidents-dopa-mint-it-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3790675596675006045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3790675596675006045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/tokyo-incidents-dopa-mint-it-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4k-4rFw9dJI/TtKXP9GxQcI/AAAAAAAAANw/zLlu1PvUaa0/s72-c/Discovery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-777975626639445712</id><published>2011-11-19T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:43:14.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[LOST+FOUND]</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/CarviF3Bs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=CarviF3Bssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/CarviF3Bssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RK7rJKRJIws"&gt;Amon Tobin - Lost &amp; Found&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third image finished for the Sketch Book Project. This is Carvi; he is a sexy unicorn man, and belongs to &lt;a href="http://alquana.deviantart.com/"&gt;~Alquana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...just maybe I can finish this before it's due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-777975626639445712?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/777975626639445712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/lostfound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/777975626639445712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/777975626639445712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/lostfound.html' title='[LOST+FOUND]'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5160766619939637903</id><published>2011-11-14T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:26:36.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[BLOODSTONE]</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/AbaFs-1.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=AbaFssbb-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/AbaFssbb-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what does it feel like to be possessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Marvellous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/pokemulo/amon-tobin-bloodstone"&gt;Amon Tobin - Bloodstone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to work on another page in the sketchbook project, as I can see the time slowly coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unfortunately will probably only spend a days worth of time on each image. This character actually belongs to &lt;a href="http://les-poumons.deviantart.com/"&gt;~les-poumons&lt;/a&gt;. I had asked my fellow dA friends if they wanted to lend characters for me to draw for this project, and I was pleasantly surprised to see the array of people and ideas. I always liked her character, so this was an obvious choice for me when she presented him up for grabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a few others in mind, and hope they come just as naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a bit quiet, but I have been working vigorously on a project. I'm pretty happy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mother and little sister will be coming to visit over Christmas holiday. I'm totally hyped. They've never travelled out of the country before, so it will be quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5160766619939637903?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5160766619939637903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/bloodstone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5160766619939637903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5160766619939637903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/bloodstone.html' title='[BLOODSTONE]'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4723947913580323947</id><published>2011-11-08T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:16:35.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/allthingssbbpre.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=allthingssbbpress.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/allthingssbbpress.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIWJ6KOKrVM"&gt;An Echo, A Stain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4723947913580323947?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4723947913580323947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/echo-stain-wip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4723947913580323947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4723947913580323947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/11/echo-stain-wip.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-2777944893849690797</id><published>2011-10-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:32:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Woman2-wip2.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=Woman2-wip2ssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Woman2-wip2ssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work says : "No, you cannot have a life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secured a contract with a company now. To do 7 pictures. I'm totally hyped, but I would be lying if I said it was easy. First image, nearly done, just waiting for the final Okay to finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do some sketchbook project stuff on the side, but I really don't have time for it, so I've done this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Gregory2.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=Gregory2ssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Gregory2ssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's probably about all that's going to be done in that book for about another month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Gregory. I will be keeping him. But seriously, no time to finish even that. And should actually be working on the second piece, which I will be in a moments time.....time..TIME. There is no such thing as time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-2777944893849690797?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/2777944893849690797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/10/work-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2777944893849690797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2777944893849690797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/10/work-work.html' title='Work Work'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5026237223929730997</id><published>2011-10-02T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:25:32.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/GatsbyF.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=GatsbyFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/GatsbyFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started doing the &lt;a href="http://www.arthousecoop.com/projects/sketchbookproject"&gt;Sketchbook Project 2012&lt;/a&gt;, and only managed to finish -this picture so far. I've got a few other compositions in mind, but haven't really had the chance to flesh them out! It's been quite busy again recently. I had to train yet another new person at work today, and been on the back and for with some potential work buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I say potential, but seems like they -will- be work buddies. Which I'm totally psyched about. They briefed me on what they wanted, and had me do a test page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/TomatoFBLs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=TomatoFBLssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/TomatoFBLssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tiny bit of confusion at first, I felt a bit nervous, but basically gave it my all when writing to them, and it's all seem to have worked out for the best! I'm a bit tired to write any more at the minute, but know that all is going well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started painting the top picture, been doing a live stream, and been talking to some new buddies and stuff on there. It's been a might fine learning process I think and had a relatively good time talking about art things (which I don't normally get to do, as most people I talk to arn't really -that- interested). So...yeah. Time to go to bed, work tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5026237223929730997?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5026237223929730997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/10/work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5026237223929730997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5026237223929730997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/10/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5023229516029310708</id><published>2011-09-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:23:25.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Comes First</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrIllianFS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=FyrIllianFSsbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrIllianFSsbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hos0LzWw5bU&amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;Philip Glass - Saxaphone Concerto - Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/ljova/untango"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ljova and the Kontraband - Untango&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=26181630&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=26181630&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember posting about this picture ages ago, like over a year ago. And I got lazy, and never finished it. SO I finally decided I would. Most of my gallry is of unfinished stuff, so I'm trying to polish some of it up. Granted this took a bit longer than I hope (then again everything does), but I wanted to try and put a bit more effort. More textures and stuff and approaching things slightly different. I learned a bit but maybe not as much as I would have liked to... Anyway you can see the detail if you care to : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrillianDetail.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=FyrillianDetailssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrillianDetailssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a livestream while working on it, which was fun. It was nice having some people stop by just to say hey, and actually got to speak to &lt;a href="http://gitoku.deviantart.com/"&gt;Gitoku&lt;/a&gt; in real time. Which was a bit weird. We've known each other for about 5 years now on Deviantart, and comment on each others work often on there, but never spoke in real time before that. He was very pleasant and nice to talk to, and we learned a bit more about each other than we probably would have ever really known if we didn't speak face to face...so to say. So I hope he stops by in the future! He's good company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And durring me trying to finish that picture, Cephi promted me to do something for her quickly, so of course I said sure, and had to draw  a background in like, 2 hours. That might be easy for some people , but I never draw enviroments, so it was difficult for me I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BacklogFD.png?action=view&amp;amp;current=BacklogFDssbb.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BacklogFDssbb.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out okay though. She's happy with it, so, there isn't much more I can ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the leaves are changing colour and everything. Everyone is wearing brown and red and what not and buying their hot drinks. I love autumn. I forget that every once in a while. It does make me miss home, as we don't get Thanksgiving over here or even pumpkin pie. So I have to make my own pumpkin pies with a &lt;a href="http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-pie.html"&gt;recipie courtious of my grandmother&lt;/a&gt; and they actually come out pretty good. But nothing beats being around family and just sitting around a dinner table talking for hours about anything and everything. I know my family wasn't perfect, nobodies is, but we talked. We loved each other, as most families do. We were there for each other...and I kind of feel like I'm not apart of that anymore. Not that it's anyone's fault. It's just the distance and time. Keeping up with people miles away gets tough, especially with all of them working at different times and just doing their own things. But that's all apart of growing up I suppose. We all turn into adults, and begin our own lives and the process of growing up and growing together starts all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took D down to the beach today and through the gardens. I actually did that walk on my own a couple days back with just me and D. Bought a hot chocolate and spilled it all over my hand, then sat in a tree for a half hour. But today it was Tom and myself and D and it was nice. Then we almost got told off for having D on a part of the beach where dogs werent allowed, and then walked through the gardens very slowly as D lost momentmum at that point. She's so lazy. I got some nice photos, but tom doesn't have his comp to take them off his phone, so maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going down to the beach and stuff around September time. It's no freezing, but it's empty. The gardens arn't quite as busy, but there are still plants that havn't withered away and such. Around winter time though, the beach will probably be vastly empty...so I'll have to see if I can get down there with D around that time. Buy her a little coat to protecter from the harsh elements of nature...lololo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making some postcards soon that will be for sale once I sort everything out...always feels like there's so much to do. Anyway. Just try to enjoy one day at a time, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video I always liked, but have no idea what they're saying : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqh2dw1Ty7w&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleur - Ремонт&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleur makes for good autumn music as well. Love love to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5023229516029310708?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5023229516029310708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/09/autumn-comes-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5023229516029310708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5023229516029310708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/09/autumn-comes-first.html' title='Autumn Comes First'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4654291566067620364</id><published>2011-08-26T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T13:39:26.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tegaki Messenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/20110826201304S.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=20110826201304S.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/20110826201304S.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it : &lt;a href="http://tmsg.pipa.jp/"&gt;Awesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me : 313-1074-5015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the really lame updates, still working forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4654291566067620364?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4654291566067620364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/08/tegaki-messenger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4654291566067620364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4654291566067620364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/08/tegaki-messenger.html' title='Tegaki Messenger'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-304088142036036427</id><published>2011-08-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:15:04.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/J6c2FS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=j6fssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/j6fssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=25366475&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=25366475&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...actually I don't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd finish this up as it was sitting around doing nothing. Need to get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, have a wallpaper : &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/J6c2FBG.jpg"&gt;Hooraay!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-304088142036036427?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/304088142036036427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/08/winter-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/304088142036036427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/304088142036036427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/08/winter-is-coming.html' title='Winter is Coming'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5298574771680171664</id><published>2011-08-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:16:00.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabriqué en Italie</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Fabriquessbb.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fabriquessbbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Fabriquessbbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=26759913&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=26759913&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=26759510&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=26759510&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit has been going on in my life recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it frankly, I finally saw photos of my actual father, and spoke to him on the phone about a week ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very strange. We talked without hesitaion, and spoke for about an hour and a half on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know me very well at all, if you care to know; I never knew my father personally. Knew barely anything of him to begin with. My mother had no photo, or anything from him. Only his name. There were some complications between him and my mother when I was concived. Not anything bad, but they both wanted different. So they parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the longest time, I always watched these movies and things, where these kids are without fathers, and how they resented them/ felt a loss for them not being there. I never understood that. He was never apart of my life. He wasn't really even an entitiy to me, being that I had only a name. He could be anyone. It never bothered me in the slightest that he was gone (and even saying that everytime, there was still a ver very niche sorty of doubt in my mind as to how true that was). I couldn't understand how they could hate someone so much without giving them a chance to understand their side of the story and why things turned out the way they were. I was always trying to be forgiving and sympathetic, even to fictional situations. I always said to myself "I'd never be like that. I'd always give them a chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until my mother actually managed to contact my father. I was reading a thread on a forum I frequent not to long ago about looking people up and finding them, and of course I was like "hmm, should try that again". I've tried sevral times before to no avail, only getting dead end phone numbers and thats about it. This time I thought "by now, everyone is on facebook" and lo and behold, there was a small photo of a privatised profile. The face was just as mine.and I was positive it was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my mother and showed her and asked if that was him. She said it did look very much like him and that she'd leave him a message. So we did. And we waited...and waited for a while and nothing happened. I thought perhaps hes got a very different life now, and that bringing skeletons from the closet was not a good idea for him at the moment. Which I was fine with. It could have possibly not been him to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward a few months later and the house phone rings and I pick it up. It was my mother. "I've been trying to reach you all day!" She then explained that it was him on facebook, and that she added him, and they spoke briefly. The only thing i could repeat was "oh. wow. thats weird" and spread them quite thinly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept in contact with each other the next few days and she told me about what he was talking about with her and showed me photos and explained more. And it wasn't until that moment when I started to understand why people felt unsettled with detached fathers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like he didn't even fign the slightest intrest in me. He didn't ask my mother anything about me. It was as if he had virtually no care in the world what so ever about my well being or existance. And on top of that I found out about his painting abilities and intrests as well and more and more I felt as if I wasn't my own unique being anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like my face wasn't my own face. That it wasn't unique to only myself. It was just a mash up between my mother's and my father's. And that all my intrest in art and painting and illustrating wasn't of my own desity, but that i was genetically predisposed to want to paint and draw. I started to feel like all these things that made "me" me was being snatched away and that I was just another human clone. Something like that. And to top it off, his lack of intrest and being more into what seemed like hooking up with my mother again, had worn on me. The only way I could settle that feeling of distress and if I may "abandonment" was if I told myself "It shouldn't be a surprize, he didn't care to begin with so why should he care now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger of him actually being there now, but still not really being there was begining to bottle up and only too soon did my mother arrange a date for us to speak together on the phone. I was initially what I wanted to do. I wanted to talk to him on the phone only because we couldn't do it face to face. I didn't want to start our relationship, if we were to have one, on facebook. But as more timed pass durring the week i was beginign to be afraid I might start off on a bad note. That I might try to call him out on his "mistakes" or whatever, or be brash and harsh. I didn't want to be like those people on TV. I genuinely wanted to give him a chance, but I continuted to get more andgry and confused at his seemingly blase attituted towards the whole ordeal with the way he spoke to my mother. I was soon to be proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke last sunday at almost exactly a week ago to the hour. And it went fantastically well. I was a bit shaken at first, but he started with the questions and it went from there. We both have insanely similar intrests and, well there is alot more to be learned. He's quite funny and I can almost see the charm that perhaps captured my mother when they were in their youth. I'm possibly going to meet him in person for the first time after 22 years after this coming Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I w3sa supposed to be speaking to him today, hwoever I had very little time this week to get in touch with my mother to arrange a time. I should probably apologize for my lack of effort, but busy times leave me with little time for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been working full time the past 3 weeks and probably for the next three, which is why I havn't drawn anything for ages and ages and not been updating. Anyway. I do have photos and things of Tom and I going to the park with D that I'll share next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though, I should start getting ready for another week of work, enjoying the small things, and making effort in finishing the things I've started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And the picture up top, is also apart of the story I mentioned in my previous post. He will be replacing asakati and is a doll. I think his name will be Fabriqué En Italie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UeAkegjn0Uo/Tkg6kmucB_I/AAAAAAAAANI/3cn-DuDp4d0/s1600/Dbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UeAkegjn0Uo/Tkg6kmucB_I/AAAAAAAAANI/3cn-DuDp4d0/s400/Dbridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640822933826570226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À bientôt, mon toute beauté personnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5298574771680171664?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5298574771680171664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/08/fabrique-en-italie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5298574771680171664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5298574771680171664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/08/fabrique-en-italie.html' title='Fabriqué en Italie'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UeAkegjn0Uo/Tkg6kmucB_I/AAAAAAAAANI/3cn-DuDp4d0/s72-c/Dbridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5422652778286879428</id><published>2011-07-24T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:02:44.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday (An Even Longer Update)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/distractedFpre.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=distractedFpressb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/distractedFpressb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwTO5PxWEu0"&gt;Sufjan Stevens - The B.Q.E. - Movement I : In the Countenance of Kings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back on Saturday from going on holiday to Devon. We went for a week, and kind of worked on this very scarcely... like, on the train sometimes in cafes or resteraunts before being served and what have you. I also took too many photos to count. I really wanted to capture more of it for my mother, as I always tell her about it, but never really get to show her properly what I mean. Though really, she will be coming next year with my little sister ( and little brother and perhaps even my Uncle Eric if we're lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we had to start with the train journey, as everything does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzKdspb08_0/TixDnu_pPYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x9fps3XUxoY/s1600/Dtrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzKdspb08_0/TixDnu_pPYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x9fps3XUxoY/s400/Dtrain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632951583842581890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too many people made a fuss about her this time around. Though apparently while I went to go buy something some dude was talking to Tom and was like "Do you need to buy a ticket for her?" Tom said no, and he was a bit miffed about it.But it's whatever. Hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think on the second day we went to the beach, which was good fun. We had D free from the lead and kind of...froliced back and forth on the beach. I tried to get her to go in the water. She literally just walked far enough to reach me, then wadled her fat ass back to shore. Then she found a ladybird friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7slkTpxBMw/TixGbYzCNSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qE-vNIN-XG0/s1600/ladyirdD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7slkTpxBMw/TixGbYzCNSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qE-vNIN-XG0/s400/ladyirdD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632954670260565282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ7tQ9Q2FzA/TixHG9yP2YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4ifiTg8Yt1A/s1600/D%2Bon%2Bthe%2Brocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ7tQ9Q2FzA/TixHG9yP2YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4ifiTg8Yt1A/s320/D%2Bon%2Bthe%2Brocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632955418923751810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got bored with it and started running around on the rocks. It was good though. Usually D isn't very good with other dogs, but they were all runnin round free and whatever and like, they all got along. Then there was this big black dog that was stealing toys from the children. Great times. Naturally though ,being that we were in the country side we went out and did lots of walks. So we did the one just by the beach there that kind of rings around some farm yards and stuff and through an old stream bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ2eetrlDTU/TixE3h0RHDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Hv03b0vFtO0/s1600/walkway2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ2eetrlDTU/TixE3h0RHDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Hv03b0vFtO0/s400/walkway2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632952954694736946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLwW8opFTIE/TixKcK0fu9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Vs46R2c4264/s1600/walkwayD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLwW8opFTIE/TixKcK0fu9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Vs46R2c4264/s320/walkwayD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632959081734978514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And D loves those walks so we took her along. Jumping and like, leaping and sniffing things. Like a proper dog for once in her life. She really gets into the spirit of outdoorsey things when she wants to. Tom's father was with us as well, so it was kind of the two of them walking ahead and I paced behind with D. It was pretty gentle, and gave me lots of time to just think. About things that weren't the most thought profvoking things, but every once in a while you just need to kind of...well take it easy I guess. I do often times forget to  do this... We also did alot of garden walks that were nice, but D wasn't allowed. Still enjoyable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prRC0mkZK3o/TixMDfXSNxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/omyuWN2sdHc/s1600/walkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prRC0mkZK3o/TixMDfXSNxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/omyuWN2sdHc/s400/walkway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632960856776128274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEgnw7Q5LgQ/TixMi7UfePI/AAAAAAAAAKo/seRwf8ApYPs/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEgnw7Q5LgQ/TixMi7UfePI/AAAAAAAAAKo/seRwf8ApYPs/s200/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632961396856551666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Overbeck%27s"&gt;Overbeck's&lt;/a&gt; and walked around the gardens there, which was nice and peacefull.Gave me alot of inspiration and things.(Look at the cool flower photo. I took that photo. I'm totally a pro) I really tried to get away from thinking about everything that was going on in life and just enjoying the "moment" I guess. Recently, as I'm getting older each day, I'm constantly reminding myself that "I havn't made it yet". I don't even know what "it" is or where it is even. Always trying to make the big thing that's going to save me or leave my name somewhere. I've just about to start that thing where I'm drawing not to show whats in my head, but to show what people want to see. I don't want to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did a cliff walk there as well, but on a different day. We didnt have D that time, unfortunately. It was absolutely gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LfSsz1ITQCo/TixRP0Exy7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uxG225o7Kmo/s1600/Cliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LfSsz1ITQCo/TixRP0Exy7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uxG225o7Kmo/s400/Cliff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632966566052219826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3PRChN8QU0/TixSklaW-EI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0gkP5Qw-XIg/s1600/clifftom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3PRChN8QU0/TixSklaW-EI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0gkP5Qw-XIg/s200/clifftom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632968022405085250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the whole walk you didn't want to look at your feet to watch where you were going. It was just unbeliveable watching the hills move. We actually started at the top of the cliff , where we were about 406 ft above sea level. That's tom being near the edge. He was a bit scared, but both his father and I walked to the edge so he had to, though it didn't help that it was raining with gusts of wind and mist everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9latOztw1Yk/TixTVE-sYhI/AAAAAAAAALA/UZed5Sbjny4/s1600/cliffwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9latOztw1Yk/TixTVE-sYhI/AAAAAAAAALA/UZed5Sbjny4/s400/cliffwalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632968855512703506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk way was really thin as well, in fact, that's like, the only place where there was a fence, cause theres a bend round one cliff there.The whole while walking though I kept imagining and fantasizing about how much my own family would enjoy to do a walk about like that. And even though I've already done most of them, I wouldn't mind the slightest doing them again if it were with my fam. And that's going back towards Overbeck's. We had to actually walk thought what I like to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VALLEY OF WILD PONIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPhlL0Vovo8/TixTuZ_r36I/AAAAAAAAALI/D1j_g1wIpC0/s1600/ponyvalley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPhlL0Vovo8/TixTuZ_r36I/AAAAAAAAALI/D1j_g1wIpC0/s400/ponyvalley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632969290650738594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk right through there on that dirt path to the left side there, which actually leads up to that bend and I mean we were right there next to them. We all suddenly got quiet and kind of walked slowly cause we thought they might go all balls to the walls crazy and kill us or something. But infact they were quite peacefull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaGHPugn98/TixUmRPkE1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BfStMhNFVF4/s1600/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaGHPugn98/TixUmRPkE1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BfStMhNFVF4/s400/horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632970250374091602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pet them, but knew better than to mess with them. Maybe next time I will while Tom's not looking so he can't yell at me. We also saw some cows earlier. It was pretty cool cause some guy was rounding them up with a truck and driving back and forth. And the cows ran, all of them together across the feild towards where we were. Then stopped and looked at us and got really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97eFE3Tt4tQ/TixVldKn2TI/AAAAAAAAALY/e0so7s6jf4Q/s1600/cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97eFE3Tt4tQ/TixVldKn2TI/AAAAAAAAALY/e0so7s6jf4Q/s400/cows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632971335906351410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after they lost intrest they all ran back. I really really wish I took a video of them running. It' was just way too magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Guild which is like some place in some near by town that sells art and crafty stuff with a cafe at the top. Tom, his father and I skipped the most of that while his mother stayed there and walked around the park area and there just happened to be an old car show going on there which was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6P4S_BApRSs/TixX_IXOu8I/AAAAAAAAALg/qDz2_M_iJMA/s1600/Car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6P4S_BApRSs/TixX_IXOu8I/AAAAAAAAALg/qDz2_M_iJMA/s400/Car1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632973976021941186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god I'm going to own that car one day. That shit is the most pimp thing I've ever seen. We also saw this dandy peice : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fESau1Dkqz0/TixYU7_IKSI/AAAAAAAAALo/ckbE1hPRids/s1600/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fESau1Dkqz0/TixYU7_IKSI/AAAAAAAAALo/ckbE1hPRids/s400/car2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632974350656743714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool. There were like, old fire trucks and busses and what have you and old motor bikes, but didnt get around to taking photos. (Didn't get the motor bikes cause there were like, dudes all sitting on/around them and I totally wussed out ;A;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next day we went to the zoo? Or the day after? I can't remember, but I do remember that there were loads of like, Peacocks just everywhere walkign around. Like, 20 of them just chilling everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6BMzkPprZg/TixZPZcSIvI/AAAAAAAAALw/UaU8jD0ILus/s1600/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6BMzkPprZg/TixZPZcSIvI/AAAAAAAAALw/UaU8jD0ILus/s400/peacock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632975354996073202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was running around the play area for kids. It put up with all the torture of the children chasing it in order to find the boundless amounts of junk food paraphanelia lying about. Desperate times call for desperate measures... though really it probably wasn't that bothered honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a67Fq2MWb5I/Tixr46hbJbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/k7JG1FjP9Bw/s1600/Zood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a67Fq2MWb5I/Tixr46hbJbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/k7JG1FjP9Bw/s200/Zood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632995859459941810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we saw this little D thing (anything that is small and cute I usually say looks like/is D) that was chilling right next to us. I forget exactly what animal it was...a lemur i think, some kind of lemur. Either way it was pretty chill. Something else I wanted to pet but didn't cause Tom was watching and he totally would have scolded me if I did. Probably would have had my finger bitten off as well though so, 'sall good. We also went to the little gator palace. And kid you not this thing looked unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DY_Vach0mmE/TixsuXldGwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dZgxSJ-W1oM/s1600/gator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DY_Vach0mmE/TixsuXldGwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dZgxSJ-W1oM/s400/gator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632996777794542338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing was just chilling, half floating in the water. Still as it could be. Didn't really notice it until the end of the little trail. It was inside a building that was all..misty and swampy and what not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pitstop by Slapton beach which is just pebbles and stones but remarkable. The sea looked quite metalic. Strange effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEEm5vh6diQ/Tix1EL-M91I/AAAAAAAAANA/Z1Tc7MjXSU8/s1600/slapton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEEm5vh6diQ/Tix1EL-M91I/AAAAAAAAANA/Z1Tc7MjXSU8/s400/slapton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633005948727261010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before we left we did a short trip to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenway_Estate"&gt;Greenway&lt;/a&gt; (the hosue Agatha Christie use to live in) and did a small walk around there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ayAB7XV4Hg/TixwOF4u5pI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZhzPCEy6zN4/s1600/greenway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ayAB7XV4Hg/TixwOF4u5pI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZhzPCEy6zN4/s400/greenway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633000621334259346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got cut infront of the qeue at the cafe there and Tom called the lady out on it. She was totally furious the rest of the day and when she was sitting next to us her and her lady friend kept going on about how "some people just don't have manners" in their posh middle class english voices. But it was pretty funny actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last day, well morning actually, I just let D around in the front yard of the Kingston House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being her lazy self she mostly sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsBStBNhmtQ/Tixw8RYqW6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2cYSxH4xhnk/s1600/D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nsBStBNhmtQ/Tixw8RYqW6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2cYSxH4xhnk/s400/D1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633001414694951842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zG0IdDLCiA/TixxRitTJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YZhkSQrZJBU/s1600/D5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zG0IdDLCiA/TixxRitTJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/YZhkSQrZJBU/s400/D5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633001780122167106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she walked a tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kEfUY1O00A/Tixxg7IvxEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TfGYJBKEJOQ/s1600/D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kEfUY1O00A/Tixxg7IvxEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TfGYJBKEJOQ/s400/D2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633002044377777218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgWHLye_Gww/Tixxq-ZSamI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OxLIs1fD0ys/s1600/D3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgWHLye_Gww/Tixxq-ZSamI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OxLIs1fD0ys/s400/D3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633002217051155042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYWUfBpX2JQ/TixxyOT0K9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/UxmipysAOrg/s1600/D4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYWUfBpX2JQ/TixxyOT0K9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/UxmipysAOrg/s400/D4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633002341582253010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she mostly sat around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhcudZu8IVc/Tixx6wq6UTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_qV6eBA1CV8/s1600/D6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhcudZu8IVc/Tixx6wq6UTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_qV6eBA1CV8/s400/D6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633002488244883762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really realise how tiny she is sometimes... Anyway. All this walking about and taking a haiatus from the computer and everything really brought me back to the story I originally started when I actually started this blog a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/page1pree-1.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=page1preessb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/page1preessb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to take a break from posting on dA again and all that other huffuff. I think I did pretty well last time when I had my break. I was actually able to practice and really try and get better at doing what I love to do, and think it's time for me to focus again. Always so worried about impressing, but I end up with nothing to show because of being distracted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm dedicating myself to myself for a while, before I go out and play..though honestly there arn't many people to play with anyway.... Either way, the holiday was a good wake up call. This coming friday we're going to new forest to go bicycling for Tom's Father's birthday. Will be extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to where we belong I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to everyone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5422652778286879428?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5422652778286879428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/07/holiday-even-longer-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5422652778286879428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5422652778286879428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/07/holiday-even-longer-update.html' title='Holiday (An Even Longer Update)'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzKdspb08_0/TixDnu_pPYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x9fps3XUxoY/s72-c/Dtrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-9060095612715517408</id><published>2011-07-13T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:26:39.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantasmagorio</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PhantasmagorioF2tintFs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=PhantasmagorioF2tintFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PhantasmagorioF2tintFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLLLY!! It's FInished. The second half, for &lt;a href="http://laark.deviantart.com"&gt;Laark&lt;/a&gt; of her character &lt;a href="http://laark.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d3a4mj8"&gt;Phantasmagorio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really difficult time thinking up the composition for this, and had drawn at least 5 other pictures for this that I completely scrapped. But I'm pretty pleased with this one, and apparelntly so is Laark. All is well. Finished it just in time for my holiday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And listened to alot of Sufjan Stevens, and namely this track: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnycQL6UTow"&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Age of Ads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dib had sent me some of his stuff ages ago, and when I finally got around to giving it a proper listen, fell in love with it instantly. He has some really really hardcore and brilliant tracks, but some of his more folky stuff is a bit more of an aquired taste and slow to digest (as I find anyway). Though honestly, I'm sure I'll get around to liking it just like I tend to like everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Oxford sunday to go see Tom's buddy Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed us around and we got to see the infamous lawn. he said don't touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meG5VwjeDsg/Th4EaARB_VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9R8iFZgcShw/s1600/Oxford1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meG5VwjeDsg/Th4EaARB_VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9R8iFZgcShw/s400/Oxford1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628941429054242130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he showed us around loads of the gardens and rivers and stuff... which was well nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3pbsYPeB1Q/Th4FLJnUk8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/p7SeuxVT-rE/s1600/oxford2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3pbsYPeB1Q/Th4FLJnUk8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/p7SeuxVT-rE/s400/oxford2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628942273377244098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Theres a tree just off to the right of that which is like -perfect- for climbing, and I did, but then Dan was all like "Don't fall in the water" and got scared like a bitch :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up doing a load of walking that day, and there was this amazing book store that was dedicated to selling -only- art books and poasters. We ended up spending alot of time in that one for obvious reasons. They also had these huge moleskine sketchbooks, so of course, without hesitation, I perchased them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fic8gUYCEBA/Th4F-sbzxaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sfWf_9QR6KU/s1600/birthdayphoto5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fic8gUYCEBA/Th4F-sbzxaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sfWf_9QR6KU/s400/birthdayphoto5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628943158897526178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're huge, and I've already started to gush at the thought of drawing in them. Lack of time has dissallowed it for the time being though. I'm def brining the smaller of the two on holiday with me, though even that size is more than adiquate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I never got to post what I got for my birthday, which was incredibly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxc9_Wjon4Q/Th4HjnVVciI/AAAAAAAAAJE/f4HJOp9-Lfk/s1600/birthdayphoto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxc9_Wjon4Q/Th4HjnVVciI/AAAAAAAAAJE/f4HJOp9-Lfk/s400/birthdayphoto4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628944892694983202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Claire got me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDNgQMHoCSU/Th4HxHQWhvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/09v1lFCx11A/s1600/birthdayphoto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDNgQMHoCSU/Th4HxHQWhvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/09v1lFCx11A/s400/birthdayphoto1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628945124602316530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hand made the monkey c: It has a happy home on the top of my dest with the beainy bunny and cat I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mucha books were from Tom's parents and the Devine Comedey was from Ren. I started reading it and it's absolutely precious. I need to finish it, but time said "NO!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those Mucha books are quality. Every page is filled quite gratiously. I alway hate when art books have more text than pictures, but this is totally the opposite of that so 'sall good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz88vQ7f-y8/Th4JLofcupI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kePS-Ykxa4E/s1600/birthdayphoto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz88vQ7f-y8/Th4JLofcupI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kePS-Ykxa4E/s400/birthdayphoto2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628946679712234130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a big fan, buy them. You -will- be happy with them. Cause I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO TOM MADE ME THIS MIND BLOWINGLY AWESOME GAME : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startrek.cakehat.co.uk/"&gt;STAR TREK : THE NEXT GAMERATION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFjYh3C-NG8/Th4M3zIhweI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AxwvQYH-Z0M/s1600/angry_data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFjYh3C-NG8/Th4M3zIhweI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AxwvQYH-Z0M/s400/angry_data.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628950737018012130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;GO PLAY IT NOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I should probably go as it's late and I gotta get up early, work all day tomorrow, pack , then leave Friday morning. Then it's a nice. Long. Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. Have this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/basement-jaxx/05-walking-in-the-clouds"&gt;Basement Jaxx - Walking in the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Dhaseyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breath*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-9060095612715517408?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/9060095612715517408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/07/phantasmagorio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/9060095612715517408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/9060095612715517408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/07/phantasmagorio.html' title='Phantasmagorio'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meG5VwjeDsg/Th4EaARB_VI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9R8iFZgcShw/s72-c/Oxford1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5764604720807417243</id><published>2011-06-19T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T06:06:52.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint Chat yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Siberian-Party.png?action=view&amp;amp;current=Siberian-Partyssbb.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Siberian-Partyssbb.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been bad and been paint chatting these past days instead of doing other probably more important things. And of course some interesting/funny stuff ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a party you see, and shit got real. You can read the whole drabble as to what went down on my &lt;a href="http://spacebubble.deviantart.com/#/d3j816e"&gt;dA submission here&lt;/a&gt;. It basically started out with me saying all like "what should i draw". Anyway, it made for good/bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to get some good pals up there for half a minute and did some other fun stuff. Like these: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwSjPnYTFoM/Tf3yAD0HjNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Czvmgy9uHjc/s1600/pchat%2Bgirl%2Band%2Bflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwSjPnYTFoM/Tf3yAD0HjNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Czvmgy9uHjc/s400/pchat%2Bgirl%2Band%2Bflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619913992866073810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was another thing where I just asked someone there what to draw. Which works out alright cause they make me draw things I wouldn't have otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3bm4ntguD8/Tf3yZVZsFQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/o-VhycfStBI/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3bm4ntguD8/Tf3yZVZsFQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/o-VhycfStBI/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619914427083789570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even got tom up there for a few minutes as well. Someone told me to draw some awesome sauce (:/) and tom just did whatever that thing is. Then we replicated the sauce to be sure that there was enough for everyone. Fortunately there was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally at the end of the day I managed to snaggle &lt;a href="http://tewi.us/tegaki/uentries.php?u=67088"&gt;Enzymer&lt;/a&gt; who's probably one of my most inspirational and awesome artist buddies of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uA7HDJThslM/Tf3zLNHk0tI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EJRdVRrcUKA/s1600/pchat%2Bchristopher%2Bn%2Bfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uA7HDJThslM/Tf3zLNHk0tI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EJRdVRrcUKA/s400/pchat%2Bchristopher%2Bn%2Bfriends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619915283853791954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had about an hour or so to play cause Tom and I had to go to bed and things, but I'm really looking forward to pchatting with her again. She's so cool 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I've still been slowly working on this thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOTB-tBkiMU/Tf3zp2OX5fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sUnXN07_C1A/s1600/stars2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOTB-tBkiMU/Tf3zp2OX5fI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sUnXN07_C1A/s400/stars2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619915810284234226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly slowly. I;m trying alot with the different textures and things.. I hope it's working, though I feel I should redo the collar bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;b&gt;STILL&lt;/b&gt; trying to do Laark's comission. I've restarted this thing at least ten times. I just cant seem to get the composition right. Must keep treking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5764604720807417243?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5764604720807417243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/06/paint-chat-yo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5764604720807417243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5764604720807417243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/06/paint-chat-yo.html' title='Paint Chat yo'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwSjPnYTFoM/Tf3yAD0HjNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Czvmgy9uHjc/s72-c/pchat%2Bgirl%2Band%2Bflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4348533252513990184</id><published>2011-06-12T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:04:12.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Invader</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/KarmacolFtlL.png?action=view&amp;amp;current=KarmacolFtlssbb.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/KarmacolFtlssbb.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More distractions from what I'm supposed to be doing. Jesus thought he could be clever. So he disguised. We can see how far he gets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining pretty bad ove rhere. It's usually really shitty weather (suppposed to be anyway ) over here in the UK, but the spring so far has been great. But today, it was soooooo windy and pelting with rain. I had to walk poor D out there, with her little pink raincoat and everything. We both got soaked. Had to peel my jeans off me like a layer of excess skin when I got back. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not as bad when it's properly raining though. I hate it when it's just a light kind of cold thing going on. I like hearing the noise of the rain hitting the house and the wind when it sounds like everythings going to be blown away. Expecting some old granny to fly by like Merry Poppins or some crazy shit.It's gotten more quiet now though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I did plan to go to Wagamama's today though and to a movie, but kind of gave up cause of the weather. And the fact that there wasn't anything spectacular on. Kind of want to see the hangover 2, but not really. Was looking foward to those duck dumplings ...they're so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I still keep trying to work on Laark's other half of the comission. But I keep coming to a dead end. I have virtually the entire week of this week though, so I'll get it done. Speaking of getting things done, I've nearly got my proper website up. Just got a tiny few more things to do, then it will completed. Then I won't be such a pansy about approaching people for work. I'll have a nice collected space of where my work is, that presents it well. So. Yeah. Unfotunately I havn't got many pictures to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some music though. I never got to thank Dib properly for introducing me to the majic of Sufjan Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a bit of love/hate surroundign this guy. He did alot of folk type music, but has been moving into a more experimental sound it seems. People who are dear fans of his old work don't seem to like this shift but, I love it. Haters be damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a track that I find quite pleasant. Fit's the wether nicely. Save it for a rainy day if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmKxJz53ujU"&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Movement II - Sleeping Invader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are alot of other awesome tracks that he has hidden up his sleevs, but I'll share those later with the appropriate pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my "Quantum Theory Cannot Hurt You" book. I need to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4348533252513990184?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4348533252513990184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleeping-invader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4348533252513990184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4348533252513990184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleeping-invader.html' title='Sleeping Invader'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-565912874930110557</id><published>2011-06-03T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:46:58.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Die, I Will Rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/aaaaaafs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=aaaaaafssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/aaaaaafssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I remember that there are fantastic things in this world; and that there reasons to be afraid of death. If not for yourself, then the death of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pehlT6tmEys"&gt;Michael Nyman - Gattaca - Call Me Eugene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-565912874930110557?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/565912874930110557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-i-die-i-will-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/565912874930110557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/565912874930110557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-i-die-i-will-rest.html' title='When I Die, I Will Rest.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5364281808117063098</id><published>2011-05-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:34:45.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise/Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/protector2f.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=protector2fssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/protector2fssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to say thank you Gitoku, that second one was def up my alley. Cheers and lets continue to share the things we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this is a sketch I did for &lt;a href="http://perverted-kitty.deviantart.com/"&gt;~peverted-kitty&lt;/a&gt;. Of her character character : &lt;a href="http://perverted-kitty.livejournal.com/5327.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He doesnt have a name yet. And I kind of reminagined him years later after his abandonment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something thats been playing on the radio a bit recently, that I rather like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/brookesbrothers/in-your-eyes"&gt;Brookes Brothers - In Your Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some other sketches ive done recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/starsworkpre.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=starsworkpressbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/starsworkpressbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd finish up this picture , so I'm slowly working on it. Don't want to half ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was in p-chat with Dib today and did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/starspchat.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=starpchatssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/starpchatssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met a really awesome new friend today. They also sent me amazing musics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DD0A2plMSVA"&gt;Peter Fox - Alles Neu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting day today. I was lazy for most of it. but it has been a good day none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5364281808117063098?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5364281808117063098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunrisesunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5364281808117063098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5364281808117063098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunrisesunset.html' title='Sunrise/Sunset'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3597899433478285039</id><published>2011-05-16T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:52:37.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/atworks.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=atworksssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/atworksssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be drawing at work, but it was very slow today, as well as the shop being mostly kept together. There wasn't much to do other than talk to the occational customer, and I was slowly going out of my mind. Then after doing this sketch between customers for about..2 hours or so maybe? I eventually came to my senses and regained my collective spirit, then drew this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/shouldhavethoughtaboutthatS-1.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=shouldhavethoughtaboutthatSsbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/shouldhavethoughtaboutthatSsbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then I ran out of lead for my pencil. That hasn't happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belive you me, I -will- finish this. It's not very often I draw young men in quazi athletic gear behaving as house pets. And I won't let my lack of materials let this dream die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I havn't shared any music in ages, you can have this cool cat. I promise, this song is absolutely sublime, given enough time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTlxpY6Qa7Y"&gt;Dave Holland Quartet - Conference of the Birds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one recording of this song, but not this version preformed by this quartet. I can't seem to find it for purchase anywhere. This irks me beyond all belife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I'm actually working on my website finally. I'm a pretty bad procrastinator, but finally, it's getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3597899433478285039?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3597899433478285039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-drawing-at-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3597899433478285039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3597899433478285039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-drawing-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3444830490250022715</id><published>2011-05-13T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:34:46.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F*ck da police, brofv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/starsS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=starsSssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/starsSssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I went on a little tangent trying to talk like south londoners mixed with a Jamaican twang. It was the stupidest shit yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a vomit of junk sketches which may or may not be of any intrest to you or your family or family of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/fuckdapolices.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuckdapolicesssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/fuckdapolicesssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/twols.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=twolsssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/twolsssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tomk4s.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=tomk4sssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tomk4sssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Lovelypeoples.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=Lovelypeoplesssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Lovelypeoplesssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these don't really need an explination... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying really really hard to stay with this one cannibal story. It's not proving easy, cause i get distracted easy as many of you may know. but. I am trying....I havn't posted any music for ages. Maybe next time I won't be so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Drawing of the Day thing is pretty difficult. I'm not too strict with myself as far as it's concerned, but it's a great exersize...I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my spelling is so horrible. I don't even know if anything is spelled correctly or wrongly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3444830490250022715?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3444830490250022715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/fck-da-police-brofv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3444830490250022715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3444830490250022715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/fck-da-police-brofv.html' title='F*ck da police, brofv.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5885712554406423807</id><published>2011-05-11T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:11:22.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>Star Trek : The Next Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/DataS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=DataSssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/DataSssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Tom and I started watching this one, I was a bit against watching because there were a hell of a alot of episodes that we would have to go through. In my younger years, my uncle tried to get me to watch this, but I was about 8. It was boring, dull coloured and uninteresting as far as I was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Tom talked me into watching it. I'm thoroughly enjoying it, and I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the men wear dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWWyFK_P-Nw/TcsNL7NSqTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NYyQYhB51wY/s1600/StartrekMan_in_a_skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWWyFK_P-Nw/TcsNL7NSqTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NYyQYhB51wY/s320/StartrekMan_in_a_skirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605588659715877170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In any universe, where the men wear femenin clothing by my standards, is a plus by one million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the real though, I think this is a way of the show presenting itself in a way. Trying to say " Look, we've gotten this far. Things are different, shit is great man." Men and women can wear dresses in harmony, and no one is going to try and beat their ass because they feel like decking out in whatever makes them comfortable. Though because it is a different time and era, this could/probably be completely off the mark and just simply be normal wear for anyone or be a particular kind of dress, like informal, or formal, whatever. We couldn't really know because the men in dresses arn't really interrogated in the show as to why they're wearing them. All I know is that it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bear in mind, I havn't watched the original Star Trek with Captain Kirk or anyting yet, but I def want to when I get the time, because I thoroughly enjoy this one, and I belive it may like to push the barriers on the things we think about from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of action to be seen if you're into to all that, but there's way more than meets the eye when listening and taking into concideration of what the characters are going on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKThnYY81RQ/TcsQFEXeQJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Xiu1uKrMIcM/s1600/startrekLigonians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKThnYY81RQ/TcsQFEXeQJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Xiu1uKrMIcM/s200/startrekLigonians.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605591840450298002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For example, the fourth episode in season 1. Mind you I've only watched a good handfull at this point, but I'm hoping that the show stays solid all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. There are the Lingonians in this episode, and I was fasinated by how their culture was presented, preserved and expressed without making them seem incredibly infirior to our own human race. Though they were incredibly alike in many ways, things were much much different. Couples were created out of love or out of the want for power, just like in our society still. However Men were powerfull in social aspects, where as the women were powerfull in wealth. Both men and women had bargain chips with what they were worth ( as we all still do on many levels. Be it looks, success, or just how capable we are socially.), and people in this culture were able to maintain power, politeness, but still stay reserved in their traditional belifes. By the end of the episode....we'll I don't want to spoil it, if you havn't watched it, but let's jsut say there is an exchange of power, and this change is excepted without hesitation and with obedience. It was a very clever twist, and ultimately, makes one question their own choices, and how is it that their choices are morally right and more so than others "morally right" desicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other episodes continue to explore things such as concious thought in the physical world, and what it could possibly beyond the physical realm. It delves in the idea of social construct, different ways cltures can work and advance while still maintaining their own ways, and still not being any lesser than the other next to it. There are def points where there is confilc of intrest in opposing parties, but these are resolved in witty ways, or in basic humanly ways.. which isn't always the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, this shit is funny as hell. It's incredibly hilarious, despite all the heavy handed ideas each episode is based around. Also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gr7GPoo-76g/TcsT5ZGgxrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8TRD3_BSYqQ/s1600/startrekThe-Naked-Now-star-trek-the-next-generation-5965056-691-530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gr7GPoo-76g/TcsT5ZGgxrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8TRD3_BSYqQ/s320/startrekThe-Naked-Now-star-trek-the-next-generation-5965056-691-530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605596037904385714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Data is awesome. Watch episode 3. Everyone who has done, knows what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about as much as I can say about it at the moment. I might rethink what I've said when I'm further into the enitre thing of what is Star Trek : The Next Generation. If you've never come across it because it looked boring as shit, I kid you not, this thing is proper balls to the wall amazin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall keep it greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. Sorry for any typos/miss spellings/bad grammer. It's 12 am here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5885712554406423807?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5885712554406423807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/star-trek-next-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5885712554406423807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5885712554406423807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/05/star-trek-next-generation.html' title='Star Trek : The Next Generation'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWWyFK_P-Nw/TcsNL7NSqTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NYyQYhB51wY/s72-c/StartrekMan_in_a_skirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-9005964674747179864</id><published>2011-04-30T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T03:04:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/OrdinarypeopleFY.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=OrdinarypeopleFYssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/OrdinarypeopleFYssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince William and Kate got married yesterday. It was pretty interesting and lovely. There's a bit of debate of why is it even relevent, but I don't mind it. They do a lot of things for the country in return and live a mandatory life style. Born into slavery almost, just a different kind. I hope they stay happy forever. I'd wish that for any couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This morning Tom,his father and I went out for breakfast at this resteraunt thats atop this apartment complex. The place was absolutely smashing and gorgeous. It had a clear veiw of the sea. The food was amazing, and the prices weren't any worse than going to a regular chepo resteraunt. Lovely lovely, and I hope we go there again soon. The sun was out, and was hazy. The sea looked really peacefull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk down by the beach for about a half hour after our lovely brunch. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up a package addressed to me this morning. It was my Indefinete Leave to Remain. I can stay in the UK now without any problem. We're basically free to live normally now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Last night I think I saw a photo of my father for the first time. I never seen him before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-9005964674747179864?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/9005964674747179864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/9005964674747179864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/9005964674747179864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-1626730351636970464</id><published>2011-04-24T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T04:16:13.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/leavetheengineroomFs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=leavetheengineroomFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/leavetheengineroomFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone. I hope you're all doing something fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to stick to this DoTD thing. Ive done a few more sketches since these two , but it's the problem of scanning them in etc. I've got alot of time off this weekend, but I'm using some of that time to sort out things that need doing ( like washing my dog and shower :c) The weather has been superb these past weeks. Summer is just around the corner. Would absolutely love to hit up the beach, but Bournemouth is a touristy area durring the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also going to start the second peice for Laark this Monday. I'm really shit at doing things on time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is this other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/conferenceofthebirds.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=conferenceofthebirdssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/conferenceofthebirdssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other lame ass sketches like this one I think, somewhere. I've been trying to learn how to situate my time and keep motiveated for longer projects. I think I'm finally learning. I just wish I had learned it at an earlier age, so it wouldn't feel so painstakingly terribly hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, do we find things harder to learn as we get older because we belive we are out of our "learning" stage in life? Does this mean that anything we try to do after those prepubescent years seem even more difficult because we belive we've learned all we need to know? If I look at my progress with this in mind, maybe I can come to the terms that we're never done learning, so in this case, it's not any more difficult than all the other things I learned in my younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some music you may/may not enjoy. I'm pretty sure you will though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/mid_air/these-foolish-things-mid-air"&gt;Mid-Air! - These Foolish Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/mid_air/three-magic-words"&gt;Mid-Air! - Three Magic Words.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always admired the sound of Mid-Air! ever since I found out about him on Myspace (hurrduurrr) back when I was like...15? He is probably one of -the- greatest influences of my work.Def worth checking out and persuing. He has loads of awesome tracks, and an album which is available for purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mid-Air/dp/B0015AMT94/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1303643166&amp;sr=301-1?action=view&amp;amp;current=Midairs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Midairs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tape-Loop-Ep/dp/B001AU8ZNI/ref=sr_shvl_album_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1303643166&amp;sr=301-2?action=view&amp;amp;current=Midairtapeloopeps.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Midairtapeloopeps.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all well good. And he also has an EP, which is pretty tight as well. Worth the money, cause I'm sure this dude works hard for what makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he was as busy putting out music as he was then. Maybe he is and I'm just looking in the wrong places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Shoot for the stars, babes. I'll be back in a tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-1626730351636970464?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/1626730351636970464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1626730351636970464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1626730351636970464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8996112459975368573</id><published>2011-04-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:39:21.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/astrazioneFsred.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=astrazioneFsredssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/astrazioneFsredssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a comission for &lt;a href="www.laark.deviantart.com"&gt;*Laark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is her character &lt;a href="http://laark.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3a4mj8"&gt;Astrazione&lt;/a&gt;. I though he was pretty fun to draw, and pretty hyped up to start on the next one fairly soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through my old posts a little while ago. I didn't realise that I cry/whine so much. I'll try and stop that and write interesting stuff from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started this Picture of the day thing. It's not easy. My bddy Cephi is doing it, and sticks with it. I on the other hand end up thinking...oh, just a few more hours on it tomorrow ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I end up spending way more time on things than I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this made me draw dyke cammy stuff. Like so : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/cake4lyfehtS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=cake4lyfessbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/cake4lyfessbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sketch these things : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/cammyjunk.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=cammyjunkssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/cammyjunkssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arn't very exciting. Sorry. Next time maybe... need to stop being soooo lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go shower. I feel dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8996112459975368573?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8996112459975368573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-comission-for-laark-it-is-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8996112459975368573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8996112459975368573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-comission-for-laark-it-is-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-2856774092905561154</id><published>2011-04-01T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:00:21.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SilFs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=SilFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SilFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this as a gift for &lt;a href="http://maurizio-tames.deviantart.com/"&gt;~maurizio-tames&lt;/a&gt;. This is her character Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some thinking while drawing, as I usually do, but I can't really remember what it was that I was thinking specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy with this. It's not crazy detailed, and I wish my scanner could capture the kind of softness I was going for. I think the most difficult thing about this one was trying to draw lightly. I wish I had that same problem when trying to paint....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having dreams about zombies and dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should paint something sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-2856774092905561154?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/2856774092905561154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2856774092905561154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2856774092905561154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/04/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5456962613093976764</id><published>2011-03-21T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:45:50.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PanwhiteS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=PanwhiteSssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PanwhiteSssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did an art trade with &lt;a href="http://tylenol-pm.deviantart.com/"&gt;~tylenol-pm&lt;/a&gt; and I'm pretty happy with it. The original is &lt;a href="http://i838.photobucket.com/albums/zz304/Papershade/PWO_SCRIB_51599.png"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been enjoying drawing lately. Want to draw more, and actually I want to draw more trades cause I like doing other peoples characters. Other than that, not much else really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some gay stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/infinityguitarFs.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=infinityguitarFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/infinityguitarFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some fun with that. And if you're a huge skeevy perv like me, you can have a nice &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/infinitygbg-1.jpg"&gt;desktop background&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little upset because I noticed some of the quality from my older pictures became really bad suddenly. I blame photobucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past days I've been listening to alof of Everything Everything. I really like the guys voice because its quite unique. It isnt always super nasal like most guys or whatever, and when he does, its usually at the right time, and he can get some really good notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. The whole album is awesome, and have alot of really strong content. No fillers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0D-fqWaN8c/TYd9UNRNjNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3V1yZhdA8l0/s1600/everything-everything-man-alive-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0D-fqWaN8c/TYd9UNRNjNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3V1yZhdA8l0/s200/everything-everything-man-alive-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586571648889097426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTjTPlek0Gs"&gt;Photoshop Handsome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05VwoNAZ96Y"&gt;Come Alive Diana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-G6zlhw-cdk&amp;feature=related"&gt;NASA Is On Your Side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sp6ZDraUhg"&gt;Final Form&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real homies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5456962613093976764?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5456962613093976764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5456962613093976764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5456962613093976764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0D-fqWaN8c/TYd9UNRNjNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3V1yZhdA8l0/s72-c/everything-everything-man-alive-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-6235554639264367998</id><published>2011-02-26T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:46:34.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/abovethewaterlF.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=abovethewaterlFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/abovethewaterlFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit lost again. Kind of, wandering in my mind. Getting too caught up in the mirror, not talking to myself enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a bit upset with his face, but I always am. It changes too much. Need to get away from the internet again. Wastes my time. Reading/looking at the same things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to imagine that I use it wisely, but I hardly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scrumUNfELQ/TWk5zwI7A2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i2Bl0ibCp5E/s1600/likeinadream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scrumUNfELQ/TWk5zwI7A2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i2Bl0ibCp5E/s320/likeinadream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578053174733505378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just trying to sort things out. Never realised how much time drawing took up. I'm starting to feel like...is this the right thing for me? I want to draw, and illustrate for a living I think. But maybe the problem is I'm still trying to draw for everyone else. Need to draw more for myself maybe. It's hard trying to find a right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher in one of Cleo's dream I think. He's got a weird face again, but Cleo likes that sort of thing so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams. I had one last night. First one i could actually remember for a long while now. I was in a neighbour hood. There was a really thick mist out, and tom and I had to walk from this resteraunt we were at with the rest of the family back home to pick something up. The fog was super thick, and the rest of the town was dead quiet except the resteraunt that had this kind of patio, and lanterns all around it. Anyway, we're walking around and of course i'm acting like an idiot. It was really dark so tom was like " lets use my Iphone light app thing" And i took it out and it did nothing. So i just messed around with it while we were walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it on so that it would do the weird strobe light thing it can do and some kids at another resteraunt (nearly identical to the one we just came from) started going on about how its tinkerbell from peter pan. SO i waved it around pretending it was the fairy. They went hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked by a huuuuge lake. I was sure Ive gone by this lake before in another dream, but anyway, it had these mounds of dirt with a huge leaf in each mound it looked like. But I knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, but right next to the hosue was a little girl, with her pet. Dont remember what the pet was, think it was a rabbit. And a really huge black dog. She said she was going back home to her real neighbour hood. She went down a hole in the dirt, that was surrounded by pipes and whatever. We followed her down. Her neighbourhood was bright and lovely, and colourfull, unlike our black and grey misty one back above the ground. We rode a giant turtle over another lake to get to the rest of her town. Everyone was happy there and everything, but I could tell something wrong was going on back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending time there we went back up, and everything was in shambles. It looked as if there had be some terrible war and we had been gone for a week. Bodies were everywhere, and it looked really bad. I saw the giant black dog behind a  fence that was placed there after being blown away. It cried and came up to us. It was thirsty I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most vivid thing i can reember was pulling out this huge ice box that was filled with tepid water. It didn't look particularly dirty itself, and I moved it over so the dog could drink it. Which it did, and afterwards I could see that there was body parts and bits of flesh in the bottom of the crate. I felt nautious. I wanted to go back to the better town, so we left, big black dog, little girl and rabbit and all, down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidently the dog looked like an even huger version of Ellie, but with droopey ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Ellie-1.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=Elliessbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Elliessbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/lostcookie/takeo-toyama-hello-porno"&gt;Takeyo Toyama - Hello 88 - 01 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-6235554639264367998?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/6235554639264367998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/02/time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6235554639264367998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6235554639264367998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scrumUNfELQ/TWk5zwI7A2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i2Bl0ibCp5E/s72-c/likeinadream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-1629600177805325152</id><published>2011-01-16T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:58:28.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanwhile, in Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SpacebackS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=SpacebackSssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SpacebackSssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't had a lot of time to draw recently because of generally just going out and doing things ( so yeh, i'm still pretty busy every now and again )and whatever spare hours i get from time to time i spend lazing about or playing Mass Effect and just end up getting a bunch of dialogue with like, 5 minutes of actual shooting action. Bleh. For some reason I still feel compelled to play that game. Perhaps cause I was really investing my mind recently into a space story with Asakati in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going okay. I need alot of revision to do with the suit and everything, but I havn't thought too much about his papearence, and been mapping out the story in my head.I want to actually sit down and write it, but I want to also finish my actual website finally. Sometime. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SweaterF.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=SweaterFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SweaterFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew that yesterday. I sometimes forget how soothing and tranquilizing TegakiE can be. And it actually makes for a good medium for doing short comic/etc. in. I'm really close to doing a really really short one on there. It's so crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it's been work and hanging out with the family. I got myself a really bitchin planner though and some of the best writing pens ever. So, I'm going to be sooooo organized this year. I think I did pretty good last year. I did quite a lot and acutally started moving on with what needs to be done. So this year I'm going to keep myself productive and move on even further. So, thats what I'm going to go do. Be productive. After my site is up, I'll probably be able to start drawing properly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love n whatev &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-1629600177805325152?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/1629600177805325152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/01/meanwhile-in-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1629600177805325152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1629600177805325152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/01/meanwhile-in-space.html' title='Meanwhile, in Space'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3206917428560391740</id><published>2011-01-01T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T03:34:54.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ChristmFinrwS.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChristmFinrwSssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ChristmFinrwSssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually supposed to finish this for Christmas (obviously) but between work/christmas shopping and going out for dinner with the fam, I had nearly 2 hours every week to work on it durring the month of December. I'm happy with it though, and may turn it into a card next year if I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Antonio enjoys getting into the spirit of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year... well I have a lot of things I want to do. I'm doing my citizenship test on the 6th of this month. I'm sure I will pass... and after that we just have to get some shit together to show some people and they can be like " aiight, you coo, stay wit us yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will mean that I have no worries anymore. I'll have my job, and not have to study for some strange test and tom will stop pestering me about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown alot this year. I don't sit around moping like an asshat anymore, crying about things past and acting like I'm lost. Because I'm not. I've got everything I've ever wanted and then some. The only thing I've yet to acheive is my everlasting goal of improvement in my work. Which...is on it's way. So here's some other stuff I've yet to post, that I've sketched over the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/humanface3F.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=humanface3Fssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/humanface3Fssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this one while sitting in bed waiting for Tom, then worked on it some more over the days after I started it. I'm pretty happy with this, Tom and his mother really like this one I think. He wants me to paint this one as well, but I'm not sure if I'll get along to doing that...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started this picture of Asakati, but never really got around to getting serious about it, though mind you I wasn't really planning to in the beggining anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TR8PHYYS04I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0zEM_edRT7E/s1600/lesfemmesscarpFD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TR8PHYYS04I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0zEM_edRT7E/s320/lesfemmesscarpFD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557177084676330370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a bit I have decided that I do actually want to do a space sotry with Asakati in it, because I love drawing him in space suits and things. He looks good in them. So, I will do that, and it's going to be a really bad ass story, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I have nothing to worry about this year except working when I have to ( which isn't a problem, because I love my job.  It's the most awesome thing ever and gives me the giggles forever), I can spend a good deal of time developing stories and getting shit done for real. I know I say this like, everytime, but it was always a case of, oh I dont have a job, let me get one, oh i have to study let me do that, but oh my stories, let me work on that but oh, my studies, but oh i need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more running around in circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm so hyped for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I best be off. Gotta do the getting ready stuff, Tom and I are off to a pantamime this afternoon. I hope it will be good, other wise, im going to be annoyed :c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it snazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbKQPqs-cqc"&gt;Radiohead - Pyramid Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3206917428560391740?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3206917428560391740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3206917428560391740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3206917428560391740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TR8PHYYS04I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0zEM_edRT7E/s72-c/lesfemmesscarpFD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4381846594335227725</id><published>2010-12-09T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:37:49.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/enzymglassF.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=enzymglassFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/enzymglassFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade done with Enzymer. Whole story  &lt;a href="http://tewi.us/tegaki/dblog.php?u=111842&amp;e=1306867"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havn't really come across any new music or anything as of late except for one good jingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/thelittlebird/lullaby-j-nova-remix"&gt;TheLittleBird - Lullaby (jazzanova remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite soothing and relaxing and kind of gets me in that majestic sort of Christmas mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv'e had hardly any time for painting either. Since I started this new job at the candy store, it's taken quite alot of commitment. I've been doing a few less days than I have been these past weeks, but the only days I get off I usually have to run off and do other things or take care of the house. Being a grown up is hard. Oh how I miss the days of old.... It's not that bad really. I think it's mostly because Christmas is coming up so alot of time has been running around town to try and pick up gifts etc. I kind of miss sitting around the hosue and painting/playing games though. I was playing Saints Row 2 again with Ren the other night, and it was pretty ball slapping hilarious. Runing around nekked in a pint sized motor bike as I was 3 times biger than every other player in the game. It's a difficult situation to explain. Perhaps I can take a picture or sommat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a Christmas picture though, since I did a thanks giving one. Thanksgiving and Christmas are probably my two favorite holidays ever. They just mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i55.tinypic.com/33ojimt.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=christmprec3ssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/christmprec3ssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get better at this painting thing. I'm slowly gaining more confidence and finally realising my potential, and that it isn't that hard to actually finish a picture. And that it's also okay to just sketch something sometimes without going all out on it. Speaking of sketches, here's something else I did at the laundrette some weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yoface.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=yofacessbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yofacessbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not anything spectacular, as drawing in the laundrette is a bit weird. Lots of distractions, and always some random person saying " did you draw that? " as you hold the pencil and book in your hand. They're genreally nice people who mean no harm, but it's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work work. I'm nearlly having drawing withdrawl symptoms. I'm sure after the season , I should have more time...or not. My employer has a few plans after holidays which might land me a full time job.... It's nice having money, but I don't know if I can give up drawing... I'm a bit scared. I don't want to get stuck. It would be nice to have some money saved up and things..but time is a precious thing. It can be taken away any moment. As much as I love my new job, it's just not what I'm meant to be doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few other useless sketches lying around that I'll drop later. Hope I can finish my christmas picture before christmas comes! Maybe this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4381846594335227725?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4381846594335227725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/12/lullaby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4381846594335227725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4381846594335227725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/12/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5881401809611002085</id><published>2010-11-18T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:56:14.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/haloweeeeenCoF2s-1.jpg?action=view&amp;current=haloweeeeenCoFssbb.jpg' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/haloweeeeenCoFssbb.jpg' border='0' alt='Photobucket'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so, this was supposed to be a Halloween picture but, I really had no time to work on it. So now it's a Thanks Giving picture. Thought i'd make it Saturday Evening Post-esque. I hate drawing letters/numbers usually, but these weren't too annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christopher done stole Cleo's old American Football gear, and likes to play around in it. Like  nub. Alone. He also likes to smang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt5ghXdq6Z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xt5ghXdq6Z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of my favorite music videos.&lt;br /&gt;So much work this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it snappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Here have another wallpaper : &lt;a href="http://i51.tinypic.com/2drxk7b.jpg"&gt;Bam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5881401809611002085?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5881401809611002085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/11/turky-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5881401809611002085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5881401809611002085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/11/turky-day.html' title='Turky Day'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5106839005204650247</id><published>2010-11-13T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:05:36.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mata, Rainen</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/KiminonakadeF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=KiminonakadeFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/KiminonakadeFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ayami Kojima study, done in TegakiE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of Tom when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeygooAZHJA"&gt;Tujiko Noriko + Tyme - Mata, Rainen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5106839005204650247?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5106839005204650247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/11/mata-rainen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5106839005204650247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5106839005204650247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/11/mata-rainen.html' title='Mata, Rainen'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-1974639941117293239</id><published>2010-10-24T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:33:38.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneyyup</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/stranger.jpg?action=view&amp;current=strangerssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/strangerssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleo's face! It exists! Christopher is obssessed with Cleo (in every sense of the word, but most of you know that). He speaks french and stuff too. And is just all around retarded. He's also very very superficial. Doesn't belive in love and all that (like most people) and I would imagine his theme song would be &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80A6MtPwj-Q"&gt;Diamonds are Forever&lt;/a&gt; as preformed by Sherly Bassey. Love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some other good stuff I came across :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22973600&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22973600&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22973674&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22973674&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22973681&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22973681&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22974041&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22974041&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have some videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4xp6biFq_M"&gt;Yelle - Je Veux Te Voir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2keyIEof038&amp;feature=channel"&gt;Yelle - A Cause Des Garcons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots of music. I'm not usually into electro pop type things but I guess it's been growing on me as of late. The Magnetic man song always comes on while I'm at work ( we play Radio 1 all day) and it's like the only song that I don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I havn't gotten around to doing a whole lot, just some other things that I whipped up quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/dontowenooneSsFCA.jpg?action=view&amp;current=dontowenooneSsFCAssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/dontowenooneSsFCAssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only naughty people will try to click that one. So if you've already clicked it, it's too late.Sorry.... Christopher is pretty lame at boxing, and when he loses, it's up to Cleo to ...comfort him. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/WEBETHEBOYS2Fss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=WEBETHEBOYS2Fssbb-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/WEBETHEBOYS2Fssbb-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did this one for &lt;a href="http://belivac.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belicosa&lt;/a&gt;, cause I love Pytor. Hes mad sexy :c. And dangerous. I started colouring that one too but, don't know if i'll get around to finishing it. Might do, its not terribly difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm really trying to get to grips with painting and doing things in colour, as well as a timely manner. It always seems that everyone else can do these huge magnificent peices in days, where it takes me ages just to do something simple. Maybe I've got it all wrong and they all take their time as well. Hmm. Well, just keep drawing I suppose. It's just one of those things where while I'm painting/drawing I really feel like I actually am progressing, but once I'm done I think, damn, I totally could work harder/do better than that.&lt;br /&gt; One of these days i'm probably going to smash my head into a wall. I feel a bit weird too as my content is kind of...normal? I don't like drawing worriors, or wizards or half nakked lady witches. I'm not very much into high fantasy I guess. I sometimes feel like, alot of the more well recognized work is mainly that, or something "quirky". Maybe I'm just bitching and being an ungreatful punt. Maybe I should give those kind of things a try, and maybe -just maybe- I'd like it. &lt;br /&gt; Just have alot on my mind about my own work. And my stories. I have quite long drawn out lives of my stories in my head, and barely write or materalize these things. I just need to stop being a huge brat and sit down and -do it-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's some wallpapers I made for those of you who would like to be naughty 100% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i54.tinypic.com/2wlx35g.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i55.tinypic.com/1zgzsy8.jpg"&gt;2!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.tinypic.com/9aqqhk.jpg"&gt;3!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a good time. Keep it real. Keep it fresh. &lt;br /&gt;I've got to go do the laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-1974639941117293239?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/1974639941117293239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/10/moneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneyyup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1974639941117293239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1974639941117293239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/10/moneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneyyup.html' title='Moneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneyyup'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7399747371381102037</id><published>2010-10-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:57:32.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PatiosR2.gif?action=view&amp;current=PatiosR2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PatiosR2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher grew up!!! He's a big boy now. He's still with his baby Cleo, but he want's to be a boxer now cause one night he almost got well messed up but some dude saved him who was well good at throwing a 1 2. So after the incident he aspired to become not so much -the best- boxer, but at least a decent one that could kick ass when he felt the need to. And also beat up Cleo, cause he's been wanting to do that for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleo doesn't like the idea very much. Or Christophers sudden growth spurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the real though it's been a trip not having the internet. So I sketched alot, and played Tekken alot. I though I was doing pretty good, but I finally got to play online and DUDE , those people are SICK. Goddam. My ass was beaten like the nerd at the playground I'll tell you what. I was so furious! But ah well. AH WELL. I STILL WANT TO PLAY! So if you want to fight pretty Christopher, give me a shout. We can make it a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't been Listening to too much new music, but I got around to giving Das Racist's Album a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22885131&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22885131&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22885111&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22885111&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22885302&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22885302&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth a listen. Pretty entertaining. Makes good fighting music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some things I drew while watching tom play some games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ChristopherF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=ChristopherFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ChristopherFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleo has some really strange fanatasies about Chris sometimes, and has an obsession with his mouth(particularly when he can see his teeth). And he finds things that are wrong to be especially attractive. And now that Chris is all grown up, he misses his submissive effeminate Chris :cc. Poor Cleo bby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to turn up the gay a bit more, here's a gay cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BambiF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=BambiFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BambiFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you can't read my hand writing. I have really shit hand writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Tegaki thing I didn't get to post up here before, for those of you who might not have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PromenightStripe.jpg?action=view&amp;current=PromenightStripessbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/PromenightStripessbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was for my buddy &lt;a href="http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/uentries.php?u=67088"&gt;Enzymer&lt;/a&gt; from Tegaki. She draw some of the most wicked shit. You can check her &lt;a href="http://neckbrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the move went well , despite being without internet for a long while, but it was for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job. I work at a sweets shop now with my manager Jeremy. He's really cool cause he actually knows what he's doing and is just all around cool. And he also sells american sweets, so I can by all my long missed goodies. I spend way too much money while working. Anyway. I spent all my day jsut trying to make that stupid gif file work, so now I'm leaving. Probably going to go draw something even more gay than whats been posted. &lt;3 keep it real yall &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7399747371381102037?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7399747371381102037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/10/while-i-was-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7399747371381102037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7399747371381102037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/10/while-i-was-gone.html' title='While I was gone'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7522528837631612195</id><published>2010-10-08T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T12:52:44.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteenth</title><content type='html'>Should have Internet around the thirteenth.if all goes correctly. Lots of updating to do... kind of. It's kind of fun not having Internet though I guess. Not glued to the computer all the time. Been playing Tekken 6 alot. I'm up for a fight if anyone is willing . I even made Christopher if anyone wants to fight him. Anyway , back to doodling and sleep and work .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7522528837631612195?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7522528837631612195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/10/thirteenth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7522528837631612195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7522528837631612195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/10/thirteenth.html' title='Thirteenth'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-2027033966547450574</id><published>2010-09-22T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:37:42.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Someone Save Me'/><title type='text'>Still no Internet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Oh god, someone save me (;A ; ).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-2027033966547450574?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/2027033966547450574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-no-internet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2027033966547450574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2027033966547450574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-no-internet.html' title='Still no Internet.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3249231640545919610</id><published>2010-09-11T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:45:39.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/RealNothingL.jpg?action=view&amp;current=RealNothingLbbs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/RealNothingLbbs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22490148&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22490148&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3249231640545919610?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3249231640545919610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/09/other-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3249231640545919610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3249231640545919610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/09/other-side.html' title='The Other Side'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5227144712555736411</id><published>2010-09-08T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:34:02.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/crackL.jpg?action=view&amp;current=crackLbbssF.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/crackLbbssF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYC52xKgUpw"&gt;M83 - Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5227144712555736411?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5227144712555736411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/09/messiah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5227144712555736411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5227144712555736411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/09/messiah.html' title='Messiah'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-745698733977400164</id><published>2010-08-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T07:57:35.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Millenium Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=yourbfFbbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfFbbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on Cephi's door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfwaitingbbss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=yourbfwaitingbbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfwaitingbbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she refuses him... so he waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfwaitingforever.jpg?action=view&amp;current=yourbfwaitingforeverbbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfwaitingforeverbbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and waited :c. Poor chap. But at least Tom showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfwaitinginthedark.jpg?action=view&amp;current=yourbfwaitinginthedarkbbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yourbfwaitinginthedarkbbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a short study with one of J. C. Leyendeckers pieces. (obsessed with him atm). I guess it came out alright. Maybe next time I'll do a better job. Tegaki is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/dblog.php?u=111842"&gt;Tegakitegakitegaki :0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22339591&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22339591&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22339595&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22339595&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22339661&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22339661&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonnie showed me Estradasphere the other day...and they're A+. A lot of thier stuff is very different from song to song. Havn't gone through everything of thiers yet but goddam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-745698733977400164?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/745698733977400164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/millenium-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/745698733977400164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/745698733977400164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/millenium-child.html' title='Millenium Child'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4304440672856238507</id><published>2010-08-24T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:10:47.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/morriganpie.jpg?action=view&amp;current=morriganpiessbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/morriganpiessbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHe was late...and..whats that on your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh...uh...Morrigan pie...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Morriganpiecont.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Morriganpiecontssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Morriganpiecontssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beforehand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/loveshack.jpg?action=view&amp;current=loveshackssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/loveshackssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cammy, you dirty whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDMjM7CM9WU"&gt;Soil&amp;"PIMP" Sessions - Papa's Got A Brand New Pigbag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcWIoJNFMVI&amp;feature=search"&gt;Soil&amp;"PIMP" Sessions - SATSURIKU Rejects&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another something from Soil&amp;"PIMP" Sessions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess"value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars"value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22282623&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="280"height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=22282623&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0"allowScriptAccess="always"wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better today. What a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4304440672856238507?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4304440672856238507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4304440672856238507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4304440672856238507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/pie.html' title='Pie'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7792003803022922140</id><published>2010-08-21T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:20:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mr."Cameron White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/CameronWhiteTegaki.jpg?action=view&amp;current=CameronWhiteTegakibbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/CameronWhiteTegakibbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been having that feeling recently, you know? Just a bit down I guess. It makes it easier to draw the rest of them suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FyfVIpczgo"&gt;Ratatat - Bilar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BfYBB5D-QA"&gt;Ratatat - Drugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQvs6DGDLi8"&gt;Ratatat - Neck Brace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-IR9oNzdrA"&gt;Tool - Stinkfist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7792003803022922140?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7792003803022922140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/mrcameron-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7792003803022922140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7792003803022922140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/mrcameron-white.html' title='&quot;Mr.&quot;Cameron White'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8379203767337730574</id><published>2010-08-16T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:43:06.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futari Bocchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/futaribotchiF2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=futaribotchiF2bbs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/futaribotchiF2bbs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't normally update this soon I guess. But I had just recently bought myself that J.C. Leyendecker book. I've been obsessing over it these past days and it made me feel like drawing some classy bitches. And so the story goes : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammy White (who reffers to herself as Cameron White) was orphaned durring the first World War as a young teen and finds herself at the mercy of the British Army. She desguises herself in a male persona in order to gain acceptance of the army and soon became passionate about her career in the military. Her ploy has done her well and she had made every precaution to such a degree so that her secret would be kept safe for her entire service. It was a constant battle to maintain acceptance among her colleagues, though she had become more accustomed to her new personality and appearance. Even to the point of eyeing women up and down as her colleagues would as a lovely number passed by... She became the full embodiment of everything that was "he".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He" was easily recognized for outstanding performances in all areas, and exceedingly so in tactical advise, physical endurance, and nerves of steel. Backed up by education from some of the most recognized colleges, Cammy had reached the pinnical of his career as Lieutenant General, living a less arduous life and enjoying the wealth of a growing economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the struggling rift to survive was not yet over when breached with a task over something confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durring the out breaks of Ireland around the time (better known as The Troubles), something hidden had been revealed between the religious civil war.Something, or rather, someone who was "A rare specimen, though intruiging and insightful in many ways. It would be to our advantage to proclaim and secure it in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; country and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;our military&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious and waiting in the office, he was eager to meet his new comrade. There had been rumors and talks of this new character, but it was beyond that; than the words that were so idly said without any experience of this..thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a breif introductary period between the Lt. Gen. and the woman conducted by the chauffeur commander whilst Cammy tried his best to keep steady eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the two were left to their own devices, Morrigan made it apparent that she  was immediately able to see through Cammy's faux pas of a disguise, and instantly began the teasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only those who are as dumb as swine would be so blind." Flaunting ever bit she could as her body was intensly surveyed by down cast eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says to Morrigan : "What I lack in equipment, I make up in experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus was the beggining of a very complicated relationship between Lieutenant General Cameron White and "his" soon to be known as "Personal Assistant" Morrigan Aensland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the time and patience to do more of this... cause it seems like it would be fun. Who knows, there might be some additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggguuuuuuuuuu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NbGXceEchg"&gt;Janelle Monae - Suite III Interlude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k71EsXs3Llo"&gt;Shiina Ringo x Saito Neko - Papaya Mango&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiina Ringo - Futari Bocchi Jikan ~Just the Two of Us~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn2pA8joqDU"&gt;Shiina Ringo - Shun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8379203767337730574?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8379203767337730574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-normally-update-this-soon-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8379203767337730574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8379203767337730574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-normally-update-this-soon-i.html' title='Futari Bocchi'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3799661854174014773</id><published>2010-08-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:11:36.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/fevrier2F.jpg?action=view&amp;current=fevrier2Fsbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/fevrier2Fsbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bit of a while. I quit my job at the House of Sparkle, and been job hunting since. I already had two interviews, so maybe I will be with a job again soon. I've been up and down these past two weeks, and not really able to focus and concentrate on one thing. So I did this sketch just to kind of finish something. It was supposed to be Gabriel, the seraph, who came to earth and fell in love with a spanish conquistador's son. Because of this he loses his sanctity, and eventually looses his mind. Then he ends up eating his young lover...But the more I drew the picture, the more I knew it wasn't "Gabriel"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask him whats wrong. He tells me "What does it matter, you never really ask anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder what he was really eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiK2JlBpzvI"&gt;Massive Attack - Angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdpluQpyAn8"&gt;Massive Attack - Disolved Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emfGEIoA1S0"&gt;Jazzanova - Am I Losing You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbnbw6NznQk"&gt;Yann Tiersen - L'Homme Aux Bras Ballant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3799661854174014773?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3799661854174014773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3799661854174014773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3799661854174014773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/08/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7159803633291154406</id><published>2010-07-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:47:02.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday ( An exceptionally Long Update)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BoleroFinal.jpg?action=view&amp;current=BoleroBss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BoleroBss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I return! I had an awesome Holiday. A very English holiday. This one was insipred alot by my holiday and all the amazing things we did/saw. Asakati is having a tea party in his giant avery, and everyone is 23.7 seconds late. :c This took a bit of time, but im happy with it! I plan to colour it. I managed to finish the other half of the page of that other thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/marchF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=marchFBss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/marchFBss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me ages to draw that halftone, but it was pretty relaxing at the same time. Anyway,. The first evening we were there we went to Tom's parent's usual resteraunt, The Willow. It's a vegitarian resteraunt that has that whole vibe thing going on. Not like hippies or anything, it's actually pretty chill. Relaxed, and they tolerate his parent's well enough ( they're quite proper you see ). They tend to have a jazz night every once in a while (every friday? i think) and there was this woman there this evening. Stunning and with an amazing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TEr9sgYD56I/AAAAAAAAADk/3OLgCGfibTo/s1600/Hollycard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 415px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TEr9sgYD56I/AAAAAAAAADk/3OLgCGfibTo/s320/Hollycard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497485236206036898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TEr-hJO9a6I/AAAAAAAAADs/M7bvGv0Eyh8/s1600/Hollycover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TEr-hJO9a6I/AAAAAAAAADs/M7bvGv0Eyh8/s400/Hollycover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497486140526914466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She definately had a voice to remember very strong and confident in her singing. And I liked the content and stories behind each song she played for us so we bought a cd of hers. It was only £5 so it was worth it mang. You can check her out &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hollyebony"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; We had a good time. I'm not the hugest of fan of veggies, but I managed. They made me a baked potatoe with baked beans specially for me anyway, so that was nice of them. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride on the way there was pretty fun as well, cause we had D with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hdtrain1.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Hdtrain1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hdtrain1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even got her own seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hdtrain2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Hdtrain2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hdtrain2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very well behaved the whole time. Everyone admired her &lt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to go to alot of places like Becky Falls. It's like a little forest place that has walks you can go on, so we did the difficult one with D and she hopped from rock to rock, and even drank water from the stream. It rained like crazy on and off, but we still had a really awesome time. We also got to go to Woodlands park. It was like this small theme park type thing that had one of those fun house things in a building. Oh god, the slides were HUGE in there. Like, to get on the slides there, you sat on a ledge, and the drop was like falling down a wall that curved at the bottom. Oh god. So scary ; _; I wish I took pictures cause it was just INSANE. So we really had a good time. Even Tom managed to go down the slide. I started to go down but then like, stopped myself by holding on the rail screaming " NO NO NO I CANT I CANT DO IT Dx!!!!" I must have looked right foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also threw a party for Tom's father, Jonathan, as it was his birthday soon and the whole family was there. Claire made some really awesome salsa and like, spiced shrimp. Really really good. We gave him his presents and things and had a selection of different cake slices from different dellicatessens. He also bought some iced wine for the occation! ( I -love- me some iced wine. One day I'll have to buy some for my side of the family. They'd love it too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hiced.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Hiced.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hiced.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very very pricey, but oh so worth it. It's made a very special way, and apparently each grape used to make it only makes about a drop of the actual wine. A very precious drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to alot of national trust houses and things, like Castle Drogo. That was a good little (actually huge) place. They let me play the piano there, though very badly. I should take lessons. (the whole while we were totally forgetting to take more pictures D:).Also went to a few places in Totnes for coffee and things or a drink. I got a cupcake somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hcupcake.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Hcupcake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hcupcake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day we went to like, a butterfly farm. It was incredibly humid, but the buterflies were just gorgeous. And they flew so close x: I was afrid i might break one or something. They also had this otter thing next to it, they were so cute D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a tea/cake house. It was so dream like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hcake.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Hcake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hcake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a selection of cakes, they even had more by the window. Unfortunately (for me) alot of them had fruit in it and things :c. I don't like weird bits in my cake. Strait up chocolate for me!! So instead I got a scone. Easily one of the best scones I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hscone.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Hscone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hscone.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a hot chocolate. Tom got himself a banana milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hcoco.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Hcoco.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Hcoco.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible. It really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's some magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn6JHXyjOEU&amp;feature=fvw"&gt;Soil&amp;Pimp Sessions ft. Shiina Ringo - My foolish Heart &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CShopT9QUzw"&gt;Peter Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake Waltz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOV7yWEv54o"&gt;Sergie Prokofiev - Cinderella Waltz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urfjyj4FnUc"&gt;Maurice Ravel - Bolero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Shiina had an album that came out June last year. I had no idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TEsJBKzbpiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_5wje1ilzMs/s1600/sanmonS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TEsJBKzbpiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_5wje1ilzMs/s400/sanmonS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497497685820417570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMT8JaG3zJ8"&gt;Original Intention&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ano_JQhSpk&amp;feature=related"&gt;Marunouchi Sadistic (Expo Ver.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1VRLvpDR0o&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=AB6E1841C556F818&amp;index=60&amp;playnext=1"&gt;Fake Fellow&lt;/a&gt;(my personal favorite so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole album is really awesome, and available on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sanmon-Gossip-Superficial-Gossip/dp/B002MXKN8C/ref=sr_shvl_album_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1279985836&amp;sr=301-2"&gt;UK Amazon&lt;/a&gt;. It's well worth it, The entire album is well good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough. *flies away on a rainbow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thank you Dion *thumbs up*. Im pretty lazy most the time. Perhaps I should start inking again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7159803633291154406?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7159803633291154406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/07/holiday-exceptionally-long-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7159803633291154406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7159803633291154406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/07/holiday-exceptionally-long-update.html' title='Holiday ( An exceptionally Long Update)'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/TEr9sgYD56I/AAAAAAAAADk/3OLgCGfibTo/s72-c/Hollycard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-2871032635800275810</id><published>2010-07-04T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:08:10.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/pledgefss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=pledgefssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/pledgefssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started this at Tom's parents house while we were all sitting around having a chat. Might switch it up a bit later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Devon in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also have to open shop on my own Mon - Thursday :ccccccccc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-2871032635800275810?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/2871032635800275810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/07/started-this-at-toms-parents-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2871032635800275810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2871032635800275810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/07/started-this-at-toms-parents-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5591688330939318201</id><published>2010-07-01T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:25:29.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/allthingsF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=allthingsFssbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/allthingsFssbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you may know, Yeshua has a thing for Cephi. Maybe one day things will work out; however, she would probably still be uneasy about thier growing relationship. Thats okay though, because he holds her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bunch of kick ass stuff for my birthday. Really crazy and unexpected but really fun. I got a huge ass boque from Tom's parents, as well a print from a woman in Devon ( I think its from Devon... ). I have a better photo of the print, but I'll have to get that later. The boque was a total surprize. I was in the shower when they came so tom had to go get the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BoqueBbss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=BoqueBbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/BoqueBbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got some other really cool stuff like, a watercolour sketchbook. I've been in some real need of water colour paper as I have none, and I love me some water colours. I also got the Gattaca soundtrack. An absolutely amazing movie with sounds that follow suit. I've been wanting this soundtrack since I can remember watching the movie when i was like 12 or something. So happy I finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/STUFF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=STUFF.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/STUFF.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tom bought me some American stuff! Takes me back. Missed my stuffing and oreos and everything. The best gift ever and it was perfect. Nothing was missing. There was also a hershey's cookie and cream bar, but I ate that already :c. I had a really awesome time and got much love from everyone. Thanks for all the birthday wishes &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FOOD.jpg?action=view&amp;current=FOOD.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FOOD.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Dbbss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Dbbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Dbbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone gets to enjoy the summer. Within a little less than 2 weeks I'll be on vacation in Devon myself. Wild horses and cattle and all. D will have a good time &lt;3. Doggie D so much fun &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I leave you some of the magic of which is Michael Nyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/nyman-mugshot2jpg.gif?action=view&amp;current=nyman-mugshot2jpg.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/nyman-mugshot2jpg.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55odSaL7qJI"&gt;Michael Nyman - All Imperfect Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LeB8_by65A"&gt;Michael Nyman - The Morrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEgtgtlA9AU"&gt;Michael Nyman - It must be the light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5591688330939318201?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5591688330939318201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-many-of-you-may-know-yeshua-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5591688330939318201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5591688330939318201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-many-of-you-may-know-yeshua-has.html' title='The Morrow'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4137801076263291339</id><published>2010-06-30T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:41:57.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4137801076263291339?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4137801076263291339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/06/today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4137801076263291339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4137801076263291339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/06/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-2676996542857124397</id><published>2010-06-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:15:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker 0.5mm</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/oneofmany2F.jpg?action=view&amp;current=oneofmany2Fsbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/oneofmany2Fsbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many battles Jesus must face to find what he is after.As you can see, he has little to no chance of winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got one of those moleskine sketchbooks. At first I was a bit weary as to the size and quality of the book, but they are pretty the neat and having a change in paper is good every once in a while. It picks up light strokes very well so its quite easy to get a good array of values without loosing your lighter tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/anewoneF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=anewoneFsbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/anewoneFsbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is actually the first picture I drew in the book. At first it seemed difficult with the book being smaller than what I'm use to, but it just feels different all together, so I think it will be a good chance to bring out detail and things that I use to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one that I did in my old book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/WrongwayF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=WrongwayFs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/WrongwayFs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're falling the wrong way it appears. I'm not sure if I'll get around to actually finishing this one. I still have quite a few pages in this book , about 20 maybe. I don't like changing sketchbooks that much though. Its exciting but so sad at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as what I use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i46.tinypic.com/v4c8rr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/P5mm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker 0.5mm. It's my magical pencil that allows me to draw anything and everything. I've been using this thing since Christmas last year for nearly every pencil drawing I've done. Normally I'm against using mech pencils and whip out about 50 Derwent drawing pencils, but theres just something about this one. Magic, I say. Magic. In fact, it's so cool that if you click on the picture it will enlarge to the biggest picture you'll ever see of this bad boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tom's Birthday!! Happy Birthday Tom! I got him some things, that he likes. And a cool National Geographic card with a turtle on it. Awesome. I got him this one shirt that's brown and red, but he thinks its purple and pink. What a nub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more music. Philip Glass. You're soo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Glass.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Glass.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Glass.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WB0wHIC0NS0"&gt;Philip Glass - Voilin Concerto : Company I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJZM-iBbNOI"&gt;Philip Glass - Voilin Concerto : III&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1LlguFHGFA&amp;feature=related"&gt;Philip Glass - Violin Concerto : Akhnaten Dance ( Act II Scene III )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire Album is pretty awesome. It's definately worth it. Especially since it's only about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Glass-P-Concerto-Company-Akhnaten/dp/B000QQUKOE/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dmusic&amp;qid=1277312101&amp;sr=8-4"&gt;$8 on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the super long update after not posting for even longer. Life gets busy :c . Keep it real ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-2676996542857124397?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/2676996542857124397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/06/parker-05mm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2676996542857124397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2676996542857124397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/06/parker-05mm.html' title='Parker 0.5mm'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5887281752800353565</id><published>2010-05-29T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:59:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Anonymous Reader,</title><content type='html'>You've made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I get carried away with self importance and forget such things as humility and the simple enjoyment of creating art and sharing my stories. SO ; I dedicate this one to you. Dearest sweetest anonymous reader thats reminded me I shouldn't be upset or annoyed or expect attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ImaginaFss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=ImaginaFssBB.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ImaginaFssBB.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed this story so much. I think perhaps maybe I should take a small break from drawing to get back to developing my stories more. They always grow and grow in my head but I never write them down. And thats no good if I plan to share them someday.The on the far left was shown before a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/dollhousecopy.jpg?action=view&amp;current=dollhousecopyssBB.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/dollhousecopyssBB.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I havn't figured out the dark haired one's name for the story. It definately looks like Asakati, but I'm not sure if I want that to be his name for this particular one. I had the picture up on me dA some time ago, but took it down alongside everything else when I thought it would be good to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I may have improved by a hair's breadth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm in a picture sharing mood, heres some pictures of one of the rooms at the shop I work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Dressesyo.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Dressesyo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Dressesyo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots of them. With many little girls looking for the right one just for them.... I'm really wanting one myself at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Dressesyo2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Dressesyo2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Dressesyo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're only £225. Though we might have to bump the prices up to £250 next year. But even that isn't asking for much. The lady across the street from us sells them at £500 a peice. So we're really not asking for much concidering how lovely some of the dresses are. Speaking of the store, I have to open up shop from Monday to Wednesday by myself. Ricardo is going to be there to help me , but I'm still quite scared, scince I'm supposed to be in charge. I've never had to play store manager before. Not sure what to expect :c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you my anonymous love. Perhaps someday we can have tea together. Nice and proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while I'm in a sharing mood; heres some soft sounds from Ryuichi Sakamoto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xI7mWXkxos"&gt;Ryuichi Sakamoto - Amore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvnW-bVXKJU"&gt;Morelenbaum2 &amp; Ryuichi Sakamoto - Praias Desertas &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srA93Uyrb7A"&gt;Ryuichi Sakamoto - Chanson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5887281752800353565?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5887281752800353565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-anonymous-reader.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5887281752800353565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5887281752800353565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-anonymous-reader.html' title='Dear Anonymous Reader,'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-498006354382896368</id><published>2010-05-20T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:05:31.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warhammer'/><title type='text'>No one gives a rats ass</title><content type='html'>So here, have this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SanguinaryGuardFs2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=SanguinaryGuardFssb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/SanguinaryGuardFssb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I'm wasting my time and the time of everyone else at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-498006354382896368?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/498006354382896368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-one-gives-rats-ass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/498006354382896368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/498006354382896368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-one-gives-rats-ass.html' title='No one gives a rats ass'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4779357663768876867</id><published>2010-05-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:15:14.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puhpuhpuhprom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/puhpromyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/S-7-pEfIFgI/AAAAAAAAACs/7_fLujek6YQ/s400/puhpromyobss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471590578834118146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was painting in Pchat with &lt;a href="http://m0op.deviantart.com/"&gt;Dib&lt;/a&gt; and we drew Avery in prom dresses. I gave him a bob cut cause I thought it looked pimp. He's also "borrowing" Chris' prom dress cause he loves it too much and wouldn't give it to anyone. What a ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been really crazy. Sorting out everyone's dress and making sure they all have the right one and so on and so forth and keeping up with lists and writing it all down in the book. So things have been going fairly well I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do some story boarding for the film course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4779357663768876867?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4779357663768876867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/puhpuhpuhprom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4779357663768876867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4779357663768876867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/puhpuhpuhprom.html' title='Puhpuhpuhprom'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eVEGEZNnix8/S-7-pEfIFgI/AAAAAAAAACs/7_fLujek6YQ/s72-c/puhpromyobss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8736856457011055054</id><published>2010-05-10T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:47:21.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/LADIESAGAINF.jpg?action=view&amp;current=LADIESAGAINFbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/LADIESAGAINFbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't draw ladies often, and I was looking at a thread that had some figure models in it and I passed by the morrigan one. So then I decided to go for it. Her boobies are totally that saggy on the model. I promise. cephi keeps complaining about them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought cammy was a pretty cool character. Interesting getup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started painting this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrIllianF2col3F.jpg?action=view&amp;current=FyrIllianF2col3Fbss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrIllianF2col3Fbss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont really feel like working on it anymore.Basically just trying to do some skin practice cause I can't paint for nothing. I guess it went alright. Can only get better right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so there's this lady named &lt;a href="http://www.jmonae.com/"&gt;Janelle Monae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/400janelle-monae-many-moon.gif?action=view&amp;current=400janelle-monae-many-moon.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/400janelle-monae-many-moon.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally hooked on some of her latest stuff at the moment. Totally loving her revamped 50's style and her passionate performances.I think its refreshing to see someone not sticking to a stereotype. Should give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwnefUaKCbc"&gt;Janelle Monae - Tightrope ft. Big Boi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8736856457011055054?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8736856457011055054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8736856457011055054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8736856457011055054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladies.html' title='Ladies?'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4011972566104654594</id><published>2010-04-24T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T03:32:14.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottest Hits Mix Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/myspaceshipfssbb2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=myspaceshipfssbb2b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/myspaceshipfssbb2b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleo's hidden Hottest Mix Tape :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Joshua Michael and Realm 1-11 - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDXnk6RKs5E"&gt;The Hunger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Chuggo - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPeHk4WMWpY"&gt;Come on Fucking Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Das Racist - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQ8ViYIeH04&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.T Baby - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aktLRiWXfqg"&gt;It's So Cold in the D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.MIZZ B.I.S. - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C--BNqe1Zps"&gt;Spaceship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Black Out Band - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5SNOAcD3ak"&gt;Video Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Jan Terri - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZ94vnmvPrw"&gt;Loosing You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Old Skull - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtEmcruWTso"&gt;Homeless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.R.A.E.D. - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddwmcnLJYks"&gt;YOU GOTTA LOVE THIS CITY BABBE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Richie Rich - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTTtVBePQYM&amp;amp;"&gt;HOT HAM N CHEESE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Jan Terri - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uOwVg2B79E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Journey to Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Das Racist - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdWxo3e3Kzk&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Rainbow in the Dark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest. I like Das Racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleo's guilty pleasures. Hidden in his car somewhere.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. I waste too much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4011972566104654594?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4011972566104654594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/hottest-hits-mix-tape.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4011972566104654594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4011972566104654594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/hottest-hits-mix-tape.html' title='Hottest Hits Mix Tape'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5799233468731554689</id><published>2010-04-21T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:15:36.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norwegian Wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrIllianFss2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=FyrIllianFss2B.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/FyrIllianFss2B.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really get to finish this one up like I was hoping I could, but theres alot going on right now and it would have been tempting me...a distraction e_e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Illian and Fybren, for Laela. It was pretty fun drawing Fyr's wonky eyes and all.I'm sure they're not supposed to have horns or anything, but I thought it was quite discriptive of their character. I imagine them to be like deer people or something. They have a cute story them two. So I thought why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the course again just yesterday, We all turned in our short film ideas. Mine is just retarded and kind of hope it doesn't get picked by everyone or something like that...which it probably wont anyway so that will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go to work today. Meh. I wish I didn't feel so lazy about going to work :cccc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5799233468731554689?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5799233468731554689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/didnt-really-get-to-finish-this-one-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5799233468731554689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5799233468731554689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/didnt-really-get-to-finish-this-one-up.html' title='Norwegian Wood'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5084494660311254229</id><published>2010-04-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:18:07.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooooooo Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/thesickrosef2s.jpg?action=view&amp;current=thesickrosef2sB.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/thesickrosef2sB.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this done recently between all this work and stuff. I've been feeling pretty pressed for time....Like right now...I was just called by the boss to to more things :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I work better when I have alot fo things going on at once. But who am I kidding. I work terribly under pressure and with no pressure at all D:.. I also feel like I'm being taken advantage of a bit at work. A few things I was obliged to do to help out the shop, but now more and more things keep coming up that I don't get paid for and takes up alot of my time. I really enjoy working there but...I guess I just wasn't expecting to get this involved. It's nothing like the places I've worked at before in America, where you stick to yourself because doing otherwise will get you in trouble. It's about the reverse here, but it's such hard work for only a bit of money. I don't mind working hard for what I earn...sometimes I feel like I'm complaining too much, but then on the other side...it's the rest of my day taken up by work that I have to do for the shop, instead of my course or what I want to persue as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was like some of these kids that seems to have allll day to draw and just keep painting forever like they do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I started my short film course finally. It seems like it's going to be crazy fun. I have to come up with a story for a short film...in like a couple of days ( before tuesday!!! ). I'm always full of good ideas, but they always take too long to develop. Hope I come up with something good! I'm not trying to stress about that too much though. If we end up doing someone else's film, it'll be an amazing experience none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go chillax now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5084494660311254229?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5084494660311254229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/sooooooooo-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5084494660311254229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5084494660311254229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/sooooooooo-busy.html' title='Sooooooooo Busy'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-1155541787574765286</id><published>2010-04-07T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:43:56.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/chrichris.jpg?action=view&amp;current=chrichrisbs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/chrichrisbs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my brain is being fried on a skillet. I feel like I been really busy lately, and feeling down about my work, so I decided to do a quick sketch...or jsut sketch differently really. It was fun but weird redrawing the same thing. Looks silly. Tom thinks its copy paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get back onto my story with them crazy cats. Theres been some set backs ( me being lazy in other words ) and has to be some changes, but nothing too bad...I dont think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Need to get my shit together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-1155541787574765286?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/1155541787574765286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-like-my-brain-is-being-fried-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1155541787574765286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1155541787574765286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-like-my-brain-is-being-fried-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-1827570463192773783</id><published>2010-03-29T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:08:24.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/getoutfss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=getoutfssbt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/getoutfssbt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is angry because Cephi wont give up her virginity to him. I guess hes the equivalent of an angsty teen with firearms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't drawn anything for ages and ages, so I thought I should do something...since I havn't been working as much as I would have liked on C&amp;C's story and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been having it's ups and downs. I'm going to the university tomorrow finally to talk about the film course and animation course....not sure which one I should persue...bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I been hitting up alot of old songs. Making me feel super nostalgic :c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to draw MORE! OH OH , and PSU is closing down (thank god) so I've been playing that a bit recently for the lulz.....Maybe I'll post pictures of that failure later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-1827570463192773783?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/1827570463192773783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1827570463192773783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1827570463192773783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus-christ.html' title='Jesus Christ ...'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8177960219885414095</id><published>2010-03-14T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T07:12:50.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belli!!!</title><content type='html'>So I got a DSi recently, and it's alot more fun with the little extra tidbits that I originally thought it would be. I also got Art Academy: First Semester and had a go with the pencil stuff in there. Not too shabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/mag2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=mag2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/mag2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got it thought to mess around with the paint part of it. I really really suck at painting, and hopefully just spending like 30 mins a day should help me improve. Also lets me do more studying rather than doing original peices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT. It can take pictures too. And so I'll show you the awesome pacakage from &lt;a href="http://belivac.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belicosa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli1bb.jpg?action=view&amp;current=beli1bb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli1bb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was for me the second I saw it in the pile of mail at the front door!! IT'S SO CUTEEEE @u@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli2b.jpg?action=view&amp;current=beli2b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli2b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli3b.jpg?action=view&amp;current=beli3b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli3b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at dem stickers. That shit is mad cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli5b.jpg?action=view&amp;current=beli5b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli5b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a sketch...so sweet x3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli4b.jpg?action=view&amp;current=beli4b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/beli4b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all my awesome shit together! I also got a little comic that had a segment of her work. Shes sooooo adorable &lt;3333 All the hard work put into this makes me want to cry ; _;;;;; Uaggggggg. Now I feel like doing a gift in return! I'm such a creeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8177960219885414095?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8177960219885414095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/belli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8177960219885414095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8177960219885414095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/belli.html' title='Belli!!!'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-304347728181326196</id><published>2010-03-13T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:33:19.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkle Sparkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Vanharduvaritcoss.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Vanharduvaritcossbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Vanharduvaritcossbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing unrelated comic stuff this past week...2 weeks maybe? Need to get back on track. Though that last one was pretty fun. Spelling mistakes and all. I keep playing with the thought of making a Military Men Colouring Book...cause it would be mad fun yo. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was nearly fired a couple days back. He was saying that I wasn't catching on quickly enough and things. Which made me feel pretty shitty because I thought I was doing fairly well. Guess not. So instead of moping Tom came with the idea of drawing a flyer for him, since he was talking about it before. I was originally thinking about doing a buisness card for him, being that he didn't have any decent ones, only ones on regular printed paper...anway, so I came up with his thing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Sparklesideb.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Sparklesideb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Sparklesideb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did a back as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/sarklebackb.jpg?action=view&amp;current=sarklebackb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/sarklebackb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was estatic when he saw them, and now his comments and reactions towards me have been a complete 180. Which really weirds me out. Does he still think I'm working bad in the store? I can't tell :c.... Tom said I shouldn't worry and just be glad that I was able to save my ass and let my skills come in handy. I must say I am pretty satisfied with myself doing this. Came out better than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finally got my order through from &lt;a href="http://belivac.blogspot.com/"&gt;Belicosa&lt;/a&gt;. And I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo happy with it. It's soooo awesome. She was selling &lt;a href="http://belicosa.deviantart.com/journal/30381997/"&gt;sketchbooks&lt;/a&gt; for only $3 ; _;. Gaw. So awesome. I took pictures cause she made me this aweeesooome package. I feel spoiled. I almost want to draw her something back and mail it but then she might think I was some creepy stalker c:... which I kind of am cause I love her work so much ; _;... I'll show photos next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-304347728181326196?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/304347728181326196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/sparkle-sparkle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/304347728181326196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/304347728181326196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/sparkle-sparkle.html' title='Sparkle Sparkle'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8728111490448264456</id><published>2010-03-02T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:40:15.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Dead, I promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/mereprev.jpg?action=view&amp;current=mereprevt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/mereprevt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, I've been working on Meretricium quite Fervently (a whole 3 pages!! WOOOO!!!111). I'd love to show you guys some pages and what not , but I don't want to show it until I get a good deal of it done. Though I've been showing it to some friends and whatevs, but I gotta stop that soon too, or they won't be able to enjoy the story properly :c. So now I gotta become a hermit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. I did get the job. Now I get to tell what pretty dresses such and such a girl should wear. I wish my confidence didn't deminish the way it has. I'll get it back.... I will.But having a job is nice. I feel productive. I'm happy! I'm better! I don't sit around moping all day thinking " oh. I -could- be doing this" and just..do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , and thanks again Gitoku, for that awesome track. Keep it real, keep it fresh ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8728111490448264456?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8728111490448264456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-dead-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8728111490448264456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8728111490448264456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-dead-i-promise.html' title='Not Dead, I promise.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8219187540011187784</id><published>2010-02-22T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:09:58.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What what</title><content type='html'>I almost got a job. ALMOST. I'm like. This close : ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CLOSE. We'll find out friday the verdict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO CLOOOOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got the first page done of my comic with Christopher and Cleo c: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called : Meretricium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/cov2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=cov2b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/cov2b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a little out of sorts lately. But I think I'm getting better this time. For real. However, I feel there is a little part of me that may be changed forever. Hopefully for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8219187540011187784?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8219187540011187784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-what.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8219187540011187784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8219187540011187784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-what.html' title='What what'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3110327368056351877</id><published>2010-02-18T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:26:46.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Marine</title><content type='html'>I drew one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Spacemanfinal.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Spacemanfinalb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Spacemanfinalb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christopher was little, he always wanted to be a space marine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live that dream Chris. Live it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I have a blistering headache. I should go read or something. Be productive in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also drew this thing because Claire wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/toasterf.jpg?action=view&amp;current=toasterfb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/toasterfb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a toaster stealing monster. Greedy children turn into these and if they don't stop being greedy they change fully into this weird animal , never able to change back into a human ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3110327368056351877?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3110327368056351877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/space-marine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3110327368056351877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3110327368056351877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/space-marine.html' title='Space Marine'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7318276711358537608</id><published>2010-02-14T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:50:55.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely</title><content type='html'>I got this email the other day. Completely out of the blue, totally unexpected. To be honest I thought it was just a weird spam that creeped into my pot of other less annoying spam. But it wasn't. It was actually a pleasant letter, expressing things about my work I never knew people felt when they saw it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i47.tinypic.com/25gduv6.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Jesthu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Jesthu.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to say at first,actually. I read it out loud to Tom, with this dumb ass grin on my face the whole time. It was perfect timing, because I was just thinking the day before about how shit my work was getting again, and I wouldn't have finished the picture. I was just about to quit it, but then I decided I'd finish it because it was an awesome day that filled me with hope. It made me realize that even though people arn't saying it to your face all the time, you still leave this impression, or imprint even, on everyone. They don't always have to say it, but it's not about the feedback. It's about the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished this for you, Laela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see it better &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/jespage1la.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7318276711358537608?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7318276711358537608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7318276711358537608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7318276711358537608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovely.html' title='Lovely'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-856106141720364529</id><published>2010-02-10T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:18:44.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Biel.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Bielb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Bielb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our new printer/scanner in today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SHIT IS THE PIMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at dem shades. I'm usually very very gentle with my pencil work, so half the time it never shows up how it actually is. But no need to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a role lately. Gotta fix up my resume, look for more jobs, and read the books I'm reading. A few others came in today that I was totally hyped about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ReelTruth.jpg?action=view&amp;current=ReelTruth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ReelTruth.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my soon to be awesome film making career that will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/platosrepublic.jpg?action=view&amp;current=platosrepublic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/platosrepublic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my first movie. So much reading to do, but real fun. Still reading quantum physics and the bible and all. I'll probably try and finish those before I start on The Republic, being thats another lengthy book. And the Reel Truth is even lengthier. But I look smart with a book in my face so it's coo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also drew some old guy, but hes not that coo, so he can stay hidden in mine sketch book....gotta work on that resume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-856106141720364529?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/856106141720364529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/biel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/856106141720364529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/856106141720364529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/biel.html' title='Beil'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7216418774333318119</id><published>2010-02-06T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:51:32.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Fancy Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/eltigrefinal.jpg?action=view&amp;current=eltigrefinalb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/eltigrefinalb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making this, I totally remembered about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I63Q2-kGV2c"&gt;Jamiroquai&lt;/a&gt;. That's one awesome cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom just got me a copy of Plato's Republic yesterday, so that I can continue the story of The Elephant King. I'm totally hyped for this story. I love animals and all, so it'll be fun picking the ones I want. There's totally going to be a tiger man in a suit. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also been working on my Jesus story still, and reading Marcus Chown's "Quantum Theory Cannot Hurt You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/marcuschownquantumtheory.jpg?action=view&amp;current=marcuschownquantumtheory.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/marcuschownquantumtheory.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Extremely good read. One should definately pick it up if they want to know how weird the world totally is and how uncool we are compared to it. It's definately helping me out with my own story, just as I hoped. I just wish I could get such a better grasp of everything that encompases the whole subject, but that's much much more reading for another day. You can really get lost in the boundless amounts of information and theories surrounding the universe. MIND BOGGLING I SAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7216418774333318119?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7216418774333318119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-fancy-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7216418774333318119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7216418774333318119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-fancy-man.html' title='This Fancy Man'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8510838450383601105</id><published>2010-01-24T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:43:25.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elephant King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/theelephantking.jpg?action=view&amp;current=theelephantkingb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/theelephantkingb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: Woman runs into strange world where a kingdom lives in the working form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Republic_%28Plato%29"&gt;The Republic&lt;/a&gt;. She changes things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not what I had in mind when I was just sketching these ladies at first. Just something I though about in the shower. Tom and I went over the story briefly, and decided this will be our first film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a few other things like, this lady. We went to watch Sherlock Holmes in the cinima. I love going to the movies. It's so... focused. There's definately a vibe the cinima can call it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/lady.jpg?action=view&amp;current=ladyb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ladyb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also drew some old guy. 10 mins on him. Think i need to work more on making people look older. I should also do more drawings from reference. Good practice I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/oldguy.jpg?action=view&amp;current=oldguyb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/oldguyb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a good scanner will be in my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8510838450383601105?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8510838450383601105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/elephant-king.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8510838450383601105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8510838450383601105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/elephant-king.html' title='The Elephant King'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-6392761638354157480</id><published>2010-01-19T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:26:22.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahweh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yeshua2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=yeshua3b-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/yeshua3b-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a nice camera that could take nice pictures, cause then this would look nice too. On the real , I wish I got the tones this dark on the real pencil drawing. Maybe next time I won't be so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus again, with the face as close as I can get it. Not bad for 4 in the morning! Still want to make him look slightly older/more tired. It'll be right eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is like...it's hard for me to explain. It usually is anyway. Racing around. I think too fast for my own good. I always feel like there is something I'm meant to do, that I absolutely have to do, but in the end all the efforts that I push harder and harder out of myself turn out to be distrations from whats really getting at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I spent more time -with- my family rather than yelling at them when I had the chance. I never had any regret before in life, not any true ones that amount to anything, so it's hard to swallow down. Especially the fact being I let pride and arrogance lead my mouth through most of the trash that spewed from it. I wanted to help, I just ended up being a nuisance. I'm so worried about everyone else; if they're doing it the right way, or have thier head in the right direction. Complaining about the speck of saw dust in their eyes, when I have a whole plank in my own. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can relate to my own idea of Yeshua when I feel something great within me, but really I'm just being dirty and getting by on clumsiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say that the fight is over though. I know I'm getting better, I just have to accept the fact that I will never be -the- best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-6392761638354157480?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/6392761638354157480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/yahweh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6392761638354157480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6392761638354157480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/yahweh.html' title='Yahweh'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5312070408347398305</id><published>2010-01-18T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:32:58.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatness</title><content type='html'>To be great is not to make immeasurable amounts of money, or to be stratospherically  charming to every eye. It is to create, to tell, and to be an unforgettable story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick reminder,btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5312070408347398305?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5312070408347398305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/greatness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5312070408347398305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5312070408347398305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/greatness.html' title='Greatness'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8013662716152560986</id><published>2010-01-15T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:32:25.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketchichi-chika-sketchsketch</title><content type='html'>I should be a DJ. Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot on my mind at the moment, but can't really think of how to put it. Especially with so many pictures floating around. So...I'll do just pictures now and all that extra stuff later maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/inq.jpg?action=view&amp;current=inqb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/inqb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this while on the plane, in my tiny chair and little eating table thing. I got eraser all over the place. I hope the plane people don't hate me now bcause of that. I actually used a mech pencil this time. I always yell at everyone to not use them, but I guess they're alright for sketching, no so much for finished peices though. I stole Tom's one, that he got from Allen for Christmas. It's a Parker one. It is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/jr-1.jpg?action=view&amp;current=jrb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/jrb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a couple more sketches with it. Mainly of my Jesus. He has a &lt;a href="http://www.dreadgazebo.com/gunporn/?p=290"&gt;Dan Wesson PPC revolver&lt;/a&gt;. And cool boots. Look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ruf.jpg?action=view&amp;current=rufb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/rufb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shoots at people on roof tops. Lol, Eric drew the Jesus with the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/seb.jpg?action=view&amp;current=sebb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/sebb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fights people like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Sebastian"&gt;St. Sebastian&lt;/a&gt; Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/ant.jpg?action=view&amp;current=antb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/antb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy. The Anti-Christ. AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW... I don't think I like the look of Sebastian though. Arms and arrows ar supposed to go completely around but then I got lazy and what not. He just looks like some hobo, and thats Jesus' job. I'll figure it out soon enough. I won't say much at all about this story. Because, it's my story. So , here's them fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/vol.jpg?action=view&amp;current=volb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/volb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8013662716152560986?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8013662716152560986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/sketchichi-chika-sketchsketch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8013662716152560986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8013662716152560986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/sketchichi-chika-sketchsketch.html' title='Sketchichi-chika-sketchsketch'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4249634059239548326</id><published>2010-01-11T14:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:50:16.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight Cancelled</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so. Our flight was cancled. So we had to wait a week before we could leave :/ so. We'll be back home Wednesday morning! Though I'm feeling a bit blue for leaving, but there are so many things we've got to do when we get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned alot about myself while staying here, especially in this extra week alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, picked up the Bible. Had to do some research. Real interesting shit going on in there that are completely glossed over, ignored , and hardly ever mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Still even more stuff to show later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4249634059239548326?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4249634059239548326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/flight-cancelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4249634059239548326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4249634059239548326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/flight-cancelled.html' title='Flight Cancelled'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8965240651799038561</id><published>2010-01-01T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:55:00.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Resolution.</title><content type='html'>I know I made that whole thing about not signing in to Y!gallery and dA and all that shit ( which I'm still doin btw). But this time I got a better one. It's still New Year's day so I'm allowed to make another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitches. I'm going to be the Rennaisance Man of this decade. Shit is REAL. It's going to happen. I'm going to bring the illest shit ya'll ever seen. So, prepare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHH BOIiIIIi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This brownie. The one from those boxes with the happy lady one them. They taste like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8965240651799038561?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8965240651799038561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/real-resolution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8965240651799038561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8965240651799038561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2010/01/real-resolution.html' title='The Real Resolution.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5327953068619127291</id><published>2009-12-19T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:24:27.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ma rika</title><content type='html'>It's snowing like a bitch over here. Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went to my brothers house the other day and watched Tokyo Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tokyo-zombie.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=tokyo-zombie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tokyo-zombie.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty kick ass movie and all. Would have been better if my brothers friends weren't making jokes the level of 5th grade humor. I do recommend watching it. It's supposed to be based of some manga or sommat, but the movie was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to do a few scribbles while I was on the plane. Drew an Inquisitor.That'll all have to wait till I get back to the other side to fix it up though. Having an awesome time here. Want to play in the snow, but it will be cold, so I'm having second thoughts = _=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is right around the corner. Omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5327953068619127291?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5327953068619127291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/12/ma-rika.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5327953068619127291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5327953068619127291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/12/ma-rika.html' title='A ma rika'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-1979177132693610624</id><published>2009-12-13T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:31:11.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got another commission finished before vacation! I had a real good time doing this one.Did it for Mavu's &lt;a href="http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/612691/"&gt;Nicoli Leonetti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/NicoliLeonettifinal.jpg?action=view&amp;current=NicoliLeonettifinalsm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/NicoliLeonettifinalsm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried a little something different when lining it. Think its all good and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sick at the moment. Horrible pressure under my eyes, and they fele like they're burning all the time. And my nose feels like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D went off to her doggie hotel yesterday. Hope shes enjoying herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-1979177132693610624?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/1979177132693610624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-another-commission-finished-before.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1979177132693610624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1979177132693610624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-another-commission-finished-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-924970798542116968</id><published>2009-12-08T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:57:43.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawl</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I'll keep this. Since i have no use for the internet anymore, other than to check GAF, Geekologie, and my mail occationaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working on commissions lately, and been pretty happy with them. A good challange to draw something you wouldn't normally think up on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allsignspointhere.wikispaces.com/ProfileSorenCardeu"&gt;Soren Cardeu&lt;/a&gt; for Signsonthewalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Soren-1.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sorenth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Sorenth.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://subliminal-hyphen.wikispaces.com/Kazuo+Kurihara"&gt;Kazuo Kurihara&lt;/a&gt; for DemonLordOnigawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/kazuobrown.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=kazuobrownth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/kazuobrownth.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time mashing them up in a story that takes place in the 1700's. Soren being a ritzy orphen (as of late) who enchants Kazuo who is a Onnagata for the theatre. Theres a third player but he'll have to wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Christmas is soon. I'm all pumped up! Can't wait to see the family. And my little sister, Shes so awesome. She just needs a little nudge (or a smack upside the head) from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, Tom got me sherrif shades with the mirror lenses in them. I'm SO PIMP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-924970798542116968?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/924970798542116968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/12/lawl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/924970798542116968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/924970798542116968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/12/lawl.html' title='Lawl'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7832217306934918309</id><published>2009-11-09T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:07:46.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin PIE!</title><content type='html'>Alright so, someone on y! wanted my pumpkin pie recipie ( from my gramma cause shes awesome) so I'm posting it up here cause its easy :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIE CRUST! (good enough to make 2 pies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 Cups(140 grams) - Shortning ( Or Lard/butter)&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups - All Purpose Flour&lt;br /&gt;1 - Teaspoon Salt&lt;br /&gt;4 to 5 Tablespoons - Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut shortning into flour and salt until particles are pea sized. Sprinkile in water, 1 table spoon at a time whilst beating with a fork. Continue to mix until all flour is moistened and pastry nearly clings to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather pastry into ball, cut in half, and save one half (for whatever your heart desires). Roll out pastry onto floured surface ( a flat one like a counter top or large cutting board). Roll it 2 inches larger than the over all size of your baking dish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold pastry into fours (gently!) lift, and unfold into baking dish. Press firmly into baking dish. Make sure there is no air in the corners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUMKIN PIE FILLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Eggs&lt;br /&gt;small or medium sized Pumpkin. (should equal up to about 2 cups when pumpkin is mashed.&lt;br /&gt;2/3 Cups - Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Teaspoon - Salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 Teaspoon - Ground Cinnimon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Teaspoon - ground Ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/8 Teaspoon - Ground Cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 and 1/4 Cups - Evaporated milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat your oven to about 350F ( abour 170-200C )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut about 2 pounds of pumpkin and peal. Clean seeds out. Cut into 1 inch square peices and add to boiling water. Cook until tender ( about 30 minuts) and drain. Mash pumpkin until no lumps remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat egs slightly and seperate from pumkin. Add into pumpkin as well as the rest of ingredients and stir until well mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake the pie for 45 minutes or until insterted knife comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also be a cheater and use a can of pumpkin pie filling. But thats only for cheaters! You can also Substitute the pumpkin for sweet potatos and make sweet potato pie if you're into that sort of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7832217306934918309?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7832217306934918309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7832217306934918309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7832217306934918309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-pie.html' title='Pumpkin PIE!'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-6589121818697408844</id><published>2009-09-14T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:02:41.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awesome Life</title><content type='html'>LOL yeah,got up this morning with a huge headache, then I had to go out an SAVE THE WORLD WITH THE POWER OF MUSIC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-6589121818697408844?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/6589121818697408844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-awesome-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6589121818697408844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6589121818697408844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-awesome-life.html' title='My Awesome Life'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-2984890160123499218</id><published>2009-08-10T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:28:58.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In outer space.</title><content type='html'>I -have- been drawing. see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tearedonecolour4-1.jpg?action=view&amp;current=tearedonecolour4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tearedonecolour4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did another one, but I'll post that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-2984890160123499218?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/2984890160123499218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-outer-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2984890160123499218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2984890160123499218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-outer-space.html' title='In outer space.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5131801198355639765</id><published>2009-07-06T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:31:56.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begginings. begginings.'/><title type='text'>Tea</title><content type='html'>Louis is trying to find a way to save his old cat Tea. So he travels through a great forest with all sorts of crazy things to find someone to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Chester1colour4.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Chesterforb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Chesterforb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With him is his lovely Toffee who is equally concerned about Tea, as she lived with him since forever. Talking to them is Chester, the second cousin of Studly (twice removed). Hes a pretty knowlegeable young racoon, with little patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Studly.jpg?action=view&amp;current=studlyforb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/studlyforb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studly is a studious gentleman who knows much yes, but forgets alot as well. He does his best to guide those in peril, and will do anything for his lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about halfway along I think. Won't really write it down anywhere just yet, other than on real paper pages. But it's going vrey well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5131801198355639765?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5131801198355639765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/07/tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5131801198355639765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5131801198355639765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/07/tea.html' title='Tea'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4836998895337994441</id><published>2009-06-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:27:33.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>So I adopted a giraffe and called him Lost. Because the box he lived in said lost on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Lostfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/LostforB.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to give him everything he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd try to add a bit more dimention and motion to it. The scan doesn't really catch the freeness of it, but I'm satisfied I guess. Drawing animals is much more fun that I use to think when i was younger. they have so much more personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The richest giraffe in the world, he is. I have to meet someone at a tea party soon. Won't forget to take pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4836998895337994441?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4836998895337994441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4836998895337994441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4836998895337994441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-6139038300700875405</id><published>2009-06-16T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:18:55.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes for eyes.</title><content type='html'>So i have been doing a few things. Drawing here and there. Practicing a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Karmafinal.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/i1wkk5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next will be Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been playing the piano alot. Can nearly play all of Ryuichi Sakamoto's "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence" One of hte best piaon songs ever in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....guess this update is over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-6139038300700875405?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/6139038300700875405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyes-for-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6139038300700875405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/6139038300700875405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyes-for-eyes.html' title='Eyes for eyes.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/i1wkk5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-1813186039601763033</id><published>2009-04-14T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:50:47.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've gone mad ):&lt;</title><content type='html'>So I've slowly been working again. But I almost feel very pressed for time. Need to push myself to draw more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/orientalpossesion2.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=orientalpossesion3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/orientalpossesion3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got to use the bay owl. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want to use the barn owl. Soon enough. But first i think i should do some water colour. Havn't been able to for a bit. Need to get some canvas too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that I was getting lazy with this picture here at the end but, I still feel it's decent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-1813186039601763033?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/1813186039601763033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-gone-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1813186039601763033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/1813186039601763033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-gone-mad.html' title='You&amp;#39;ve gone mad ):&amp;lt;'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-7718247292713053276</id><published>2009-03-25T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:13:57.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><title type='text'>The Barn and the Bay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/1237407726396-92e.gif?action=view&amp;amp;current=1237407726396-92e.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/1237407726396-92e.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interesting thing has been floating around the internet, and it's quite amazing/pretty/creepy. Very inspiring in a way I guess. I like thier very causious and curious behavior. Especially when someone is looking at them they seem to sway about like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is known about Barn owls. Only very few types of them are known well enough, but theres a bunch more that people I guess just seem uninterested in learning about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/species-Phodilus-badius2.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=species-Phodilus-badius2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/species-Phodilus-badius2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Bay owls have a much more daunting appearance, but thier actuall behavior is far more friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else see new characters arising?  I'm afraid I might end up with one too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-7718247292713053276?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/7718247292713053276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/03/barn-and-bay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7718247292713053276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/7718247292713053276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/03/barn-and-bay.html' title='The Barn and the Bay.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3716086300956870856</id><published>2009-02-10T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:51:42.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so we go on.</title><content type='html'>And the story continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/TheBook2.jpg?action=view&amp;current=theBook3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/theBook3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, no one else but him can read that book and survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine it to have that stupid calvin &amp; hobbes ending in it over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3716086300956870856?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3716086300956870856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-we-go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3716086300956870856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3716086300956870856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-we-go-on.html' title='And so we go on.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-2215450928212119810</id><published>2009-02-08T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:01:01.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tuskanycopy.jpg?action=view&amp;current=tuskany2copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/tuskany2copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot why i was writing this story until i got a new album and read that heart shattering C&amp;H strip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-2215450928212119810?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/2215450928212119810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2215450928212119810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/2215450928212119810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost forgot'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-4694459096232079535</id><published>2009-02-06T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:32:58.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the past.</title><content type='html'>You ever wonder how old peeps are doing? I wonder that shit all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-4694459096232079535?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/4694459096232079535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/02/chasing-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4694459096232079535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/4694459096232079535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/02/chasing-past.html' title='Chasing the past.'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5642312525922844015</id><published>2009-01-11T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:27:06.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/welcometinted.jpg?action=view&amp;amp;current=welcomesmall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/welcomesmall.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm finally onto something. I just hope that I can keep with it. One of my favorite sites to post it has already put it in question, being that there is something other than a human male subject. Oh well. Won't stop me bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Petrodactylcopy.jpg?action=view&amp;current=Petrodactylsmall-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/lostcookie/Petrodactylsmall-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definately good practice for backgrounds and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5642312525922844015?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5642312525922844015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-i-think-im-finally-onto-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5642312525922844015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5642312525922844015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-i-think-im-finally-onto-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-8931652252188637069</id><published>2008-12-23T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:12:53.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>I think its funny how everyone feels they're doing it wrong, untill they see someone else, and then proceed to tell them how to do it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Wife swap use to be a fun show to watch, but now it has made me annoyed and see things in retrospect. How do we find it possible to judge, when we can not even see ourselves. Im tired of judging. I try to help, but I don't think I can say someone is wrong. Stupid maybe, at some points in time. But I don't think I can say thier way of life is wrong.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-8931652252188637069?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/8931652252188637069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8931652252188637069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/8931652252188637069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-5889378504329606469</id><published>2008-12-20T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:20:43.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>I was just watching The Bucket List today, and of course , for those who know me, I get pretty riled up over things that have to deal with ambition. I feel as if i have been slacking lately; like I can do so much more, but just havn't. Though i still feel lively and enjoying life as I do, I sometimes wonder where has the majority of my ambition gone? I'll figure out how to get it back, but i wont get anything done without a proper night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go ahead and start a comic with a decent story (which I belive to have many of), I'm just horrible at executing them. I don't understand why I feel it is so impossible, my life isnt very chaotic at all, so there should be no reason for me -not- to do it, right? I think I will come to terms with this in the morning..... yes, I think I'll do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-5889378504329606469?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/5889378504329606469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2008/12/contemplation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5889378504329606469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/5889378504329606469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2008/12/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>Lostcookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860720529133149906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVEqfRIixG4/TYWz9f5rpJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OH6iD-W0ySA/s220/iddss.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074009571422318445.post-3207084672175816863</id><published>2008-12-18T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:28:35.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begginings. begginings.'/><title type='text'>Oh. Dear.</title><content type='html'>SO things are going crazy everywhere. Its probably not the -best- time to start this, but problems never go away, so why not now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get a grip on my drawing. Need to get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074009571422318445-3207084672175816863?l=spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/feeds/3207084672175816863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-dear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3207084672175816863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074009571422318445/posts/default/3207084672175816863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacebubblegoespop.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-dear.html' title='Oh. 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