

[18+ plz k thx BEWBS]So, who did I piss off on DevArt staff? My page is hounded.
Within an hour of posting -anything- into pin-up, it is moved into Mics or Scraps.
This is -beyond- frustrating, as I cannot put anything back -into- PinUp once its moved out by moderators.
If I remember correctly, when this category was created, they wrote that they would accept a "new age twist" to the old Varga feel.
I guess we just really dont agree on what that vague line is. I guess its pin-curls, blank faces or false smiles. I guess Ill be posting everything into Glam or Fashion from now on.
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In other news, my life has turned upside-down, and my "up" has yet to be defined.
-I have two more weeks of school and some thousand of paintings to be done. And essays. And a review. If Im not in Word, Im covered in acrylics, sticking my fingers with a needle, or on the internet. I miss play-time and blank days.
-My real father was put in jail by my mother, again. Stop, wait. This is a good thing. I smile.
-Ka Xiong is fucking awesome. I have plans plans plans and ideas for a thousand more shoots. Once Im done with school... I should have more free time to play. Which means, I really need to get that website built.
-I will have even more free time as I just officially lost my [job]. This could be the positive or negative push I have been looking for.
Im not quite sure what the next 6 months holds for me now.
I am looking at art schools in California. Thankfully, my heart is not married to a certain location, region or city. So I am looking. Hopefully credits with transfer.
If so, I will be moving when my 6month lease is up.
Again... -if- I can find a place to transfer my credits. Finally finish school is #1, and hopefully Cali won't sink beforehand.
I feel like Ive waited and washed my life for too long. I am a procrastinator extrodinaire, unless its something I want want need want to do.
Im not getting any younger. I feel like there is so much -more-I should be doing, but I can't -here-.
My plans are just moved up, is all.
Ramble Ramble.
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My photos are NOT STOCK.
NO digital manipulation. No redrawing the same image and saying its yours. No changing the color and saying you did the whole damned thing. No live trace vectoring and claiming you are an art god.
Photographers are annoyed with the level of copying and raping of my images, and honestly, so am I.
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MySpace [Join the hoard. Protect the Queen Vee.]
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[everything is subject to change at my whim]
Devious Comments
i hate when they move stuff, that is uber lame.
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freedom is the soul possession of those only with the courage to defend it.
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.freedom.looked.vicotrious.
.but.no-one.was.expecting.
.the.outcome.on.that.baseball.diamond.
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So yeah, it's not you.
Sorry to hear about the job, and I totally empathize with the procrastination bit - so maybe in the end it will be good - sometimes we need that kick in the ass, I know I did.
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And when we're not saving the environment, we're thinkin' of you, naked, thigh deep in tofu
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Girls-girls-girls hopeful!
Keep it up, can't wait to see more piccies and stuffz +++
xxx
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"I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well worth staying up all night to finish." - Lemony Snicket, Horseradish.
That bit about California falling into the sea is a fallacy though: 1 really good jolt and it'll be in Mexico (which is probably why everyone there (in CA) practices their spanish so assiduously)
All the best. And worse comes to worst I've got a spare bedroom....
Every now and then the mods get their god complexes in a twist: Just wait it out.
Classic Pin-Ups
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Modern Pin-Ups?
Looks like everything is coming together for you, then. When the snowball starts rolling, and so on... Good times!
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"I am the bullet on the run, I force my way into your brain
Extracting all corrupted words with the massive strain of a gun"
Sybreed - Twelve Megatons Gravity
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