February 2012
10 posts
If I knew how to bake I would make what would be my signature dish: a Cakezrer! In this preliminary concept phase it would be devil food cake with either a half-radius soft-chocolate layer or a fudge piece to represent my eye patch.
I’m as susceptible to positive reinforcement as any other wacky man. Compliments on what I do embolden my strength. Flattery makes me suspicious.
I genuinely hate when people I’ve never touched tell others about how good I am; I can’t care if it’s from a marketing vantage. Near the end of my time in school a few instructors talked about how good I was. I wouldn’t...
Someday someone will unearth the Kaezrer’s treasure.
And it will explain everything.
Also there’ll be a spare eye patch hanging on the wall next to it. In case.
When trying to create a design, when you have a pretty good idea of what you want it to look like, do you get lost when looking at various effects that you could apply and totally forget what you were originally going for?
I do. And often. And effectively!
My collar gets ruffled with dealing with expensive commissions. With logic and will power, and chocolate, I again and again convince myself that I don’t casually throw high-money at rookies that are beginning their business plan; I deal with professionals at this scale.
So after 2 months of no word or hint of progress despite my inquiries, I am beginning to wonder if investing in this...
One letter to create form.
If I take my “Z” and replace it with an “X”, my name is pronounced very similar to “Cakes-rer”.
January 2012
24 posts
Professional problems.
While I enjoy sexy-themed massage videos, I’m too distracted by their poor body mechanics to really enjoy the videos. :/
Earlier today I swear that I could feel my mind begin to break and fragment, feebly clawing away at itself with a mad hope that the scratches might make it smooth again.
An inspection of a Kaezrer lobe.
I have my way with words because my head’s the one that calls the shots.
My heart just likes to say “Well fuck.”
1 tag
One of my instructors taught me this one, and its audience has to have medical knowledge about nerves.
“C7 you S4.”
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Here’s an anatomy joke.
Don’t pisiform in my/your piriformis.
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I like the word “prize”. I suspect it’s from its novelty to me; I rarely ever hear it in some kind of relative context.
More rare than finding a Psoas Minor on one side.
I have an affinity for the Elements branch of Photoshop because of my first pen tablet, a Wacome Graphire 2, that came with a copy of Elements 2. It was the only image-editing software I used, and the word “edit” was rare. I used it mostly for cropping, because I didn’t learn about layers and effects until I started working with Owen in 2008, so at least 4 years passed without me...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLKYOSiW7U4 →
sirkowski:
kaezrer:
I could not remember the name of this show for years. Now that I have, my childhood is running for the mind control lobe.
That was painful.
I remembered this show for just one scene. One scene that through inquiry and one lucky query resulted in me finding this show’s title. One scene that, more or less, haunted me at random moments. It plays on a recurring...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLKYOSiW7U4 →
I could not remember the name of this show for years. Now that I have, my childhood is running for the mind control lobe.
I’ve never been able to comprehend commissioners-to-be that tell an artist who has opened commissions: “I can’t afford it.”
And that’s it. That’s all they have to say about it. Do they feel as though that’s a testament to the artist’s abilities, that with the finances they would hire them for an illustration? It’s that even before I started...
"Hideout" →
A horror manga. Not for the fainting.
A professional curiosity.
If I use efficient massage techniques on the soft tissues of a site that will be receiving a tattoo within a short time after, will the inking process go more smoothly from more tissue compliance, or will it make it too soft to “tag”?
Whatever I stream next will be playing music close to the pinker side of my heart.
You have been warned.
And that’s it for “Sore Thumbs”.
Test was a success. Though I didn’t set my capture to the best framerate so it’s partially choppy. That’s been adjusted for the next time.
Yeah, doing it. I’ll see how Livestream works with it.
http://www.livestream.com/kaezrer
Flatting a comic page. Tempted to stream it since this one has a background. It’d also be the ideal test of this new PC’s processing capabilities.
Steps.
That gif I posted earlier?
I’m about to add hues and things to it. At least until the boredom hits and I succumb to the increasing heat and steal all the frogs.
What delirium.
Reluctance.
My flatting tool is getting this animated picture flatted significantly faster than I anticipated and am currently capable of by line-follow.
Flatting an animation that is NSFW. I like the practice, but if I can’t share it does it hinder personal growth? I wonder that.
December 2011
8 posts
A Roll of Life; Seal for Maximum Freshness
Unfortunate for what many professionals would call my “sanity” and “self-image”, that in my social emptyness I’m left to the custom device of thinking of my own behavioral traits, a task that then forces me mind to be like a large, multi-tier cinnamon roll, slowly unraveling itself from the feeble attempts at trying to simplify nonchalant and mundane events and...
Haiku 1
Familiar moves, Following previous steps, Why craze myself so?
I write haiku’s sometimes. I don’t know what this could mean: that sums up many, many things.
But probably women. *thumbs up*
Success.
Having passed both exams, I can add the most-pursued title: Mr. Kaezrer, LMT!
Daw, I’m just pulling lower extremities in traction. I’m not going to apply for my license until January, since I’m going to finish my holiday contract with an employer, and paying for both my license and then its renewal within the next 2 weeks is silly.
Statement.
I’d be disappointed to complete the first exam with minimal preparation only to fail the second with a bit of preparation.
You’ll know my success. My inevitable success.
1 of 2.
My first license exam is complete.
The second will be Friday. Pass it, and I’ll receive my illustrious title and ID number.
My thoughts stare into mirrors.
I feel like I can get what I want most outside of the area, away from the familiar where a new presence can be created. Would it stay new or form into what I tried to leave behind? I step to the rhythm of others’ will and absorb them: I will shape and bend to blend, and then vanish completely.
November 2011
8 posts
The best ammunition: everything →
It's the way you move.
I’m from a quiet suburban; too city for the country, but too country for the city. I’m a kind of shy guy, never worry about the why’s, but aim for the highs and try to fly. I don’t dance, ‘cause I can’t dance, can’t find the groove to move so I just move to groove. I’m the kind that cares about fair, but fair is rare, and I will always fare with...
I've been sitting for 1 hour and 12 minutes.
I had finished writing a self-summary when suddenly I had images enter my head of self-mutilation through the act of headbutting mirrors. That’s extraordinarily extreme, especially considering the preceding activity. I’ve thought of this kind of thing before: “Why do people self-mutilate as a reaction, considering that goes against the basic instinct of self-preservation?”...
Wordy thoughts; I've been feint'd!
I find my presence comforting. I compare it to loving oneself, though that expression, without context, takes on many kinds of meaning, none of which are applicable this time; this time it’s about literal ego and the solace in its comforting presence and encouragement. In my solitude, often because of my preference for intelligent and warm conversation, I’ll often deconstruct a concept...
