Profile for Propaganda Monkey:
I live in the land of ten thousand hippies.
I now live in the land of a thousand hipster boys with ladies haircuts.
Oh, hell, now I live in the American south... WHY?!?
I'm back in the lovely Pacific Northwest.
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- a member for 21 years, 7 months and 7 days
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I'm back in the lovely Pacific Northwest.
Recent front page messages:
I don't know what this is...
but somebody needs to KILL IT!
Clicketh for biggereth
(Thu 13th Feb 2003, 4:11, More)
but somebody needs to KILL IT!
Clicketh for biggereth
(Thu 13th Feb 2003, 4:11, More)
While the Master was away...
Mr. Squeeks and Hampton would often take his motorbike out on joyrides.
(Wed 8th Jan 2003, 20:17, More)
Mr. Squeeks and Hampton would often take his motorbike out on joyrides.
(Wed 8th Jan 2003, 20:17, More)
Even though William knew
he'd land on his feet in the end...
he still found the free fall unpleasant.
(Sun 5th Jan 2003, 19:48, More)
he'd land on his feet in the end...
he still found the free fall unpleasant.
(Sun 5th Jan 2003, 19:48, More)
Alone, they were cute...
Together, they were the scourge of the playground.
(Sun 13th Oct 2002, 6:40, More)
Together, they were the scourge of the playground.
(Sun 13th Oct 2002, 6:40, More)
To counter the creepiness: some cuteness.
He enjoyed the freedom of having a car, but if he could choose again, he would go for a larger model.
(Sun 6th Oct 2002, 9:43, More)
He enjoyed the freedom of having a car, but if he could choose again, he would go for a larger model.
(Sun 6th Oct 2002, 9:43, More)
Damn Dogs...
Such vindictive little creatures, especially the terriers.
My first ImageReady animation, not too sure if I like that program yet.
(Sat 28th Sep 2002, 19:31, More)
Such vindictive little creatures, especially the terriers.
My first ImageReady animation, not too sure if I like that program yet.
(Sat 28th Sep 2002, 19:31, More)
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» Embarrassing Injuries
Goth Hairdye Nightmare!
Two summers ago, I thought I'd go all retro and dye my hair a nice gothy black, rather than it's regular nerdy ginger I ususally dye it. I had been doing this process for 15+ years now, and am all hard so no bitch-ass alergic reaction test for me. Bad move. Scalp is kind of burning, but that's normal for off the shelf dye, right? Sclap looks a little red after I wash the dye out, OK must've left it on a wee bit too long. Fine, bedtime...
Next Morning, I wake up feeling kind of shitty. Stumble to the bathroom, look in the mirror - Holy Shitting Christ on a Bike! My head was massively swollen and my scalp was a giant mat of scabs. Allergic Adema -- I looked like the elephant man. And the swelling was getting worse. Mercifully, I was on summer break from classes, Mr. Monkey was vacationing, and I was house sitting for my Ma so no-one could see the horrors of my face. It would clear up quickly, right?
No fucking luck. It took five days till the swelling reached it's peak. My eyes swelled shut, and my skin was so swollen that I could make an imprint in my forehead that was 1 inch deep and would take a few minutes to re-swell. I looked like I had a pumpkin head with a cheap frightwig on (my hair had matted in to dread locks from the puss and scabs). Mr. Monkey and Mom both returned -- their reaction... a brief bit of horror and then pantswetting laughter. Thanks.
The only good part of this experience was the time lapse photos I have of the ebb and flow of my great huge melon. (Sadly, can't find 'em -- otherwise I'd post one for laughs).
(Fri 3rd Sep 2004, 20:37, More)
Goth Hairdye Nightmare!
Two summers ago, I thought I'd go all retro and dye my hair a nice gothy black, rather than it's regular nerdy ginger I ususally dye it. I had been doing this process for 15+ years now, and am all hard so no bitch-ass alergic reaction test for me. Bad move. Scalp is kind of burning, but that's normal for off the shelf dye, right? Sclap looks a little red after I wash the dye out, OK must've left it on a wee bit too long. Fine, bedtime...
Next Morning, I wake up feeling kind of shitty. Stumble to the bathroom, look in the mirror - Holy Shitting Christ on a Bike! My head was massively swollen and my scalp was a giant mat of scabs. Allergic Adema -- I looked like the elephant man. And the swelling was getting worse. Mercifully, I was on summer break from classes, Mr. Monkey was vacationing, and I was house sitting for my Ma so no-one could see the horrors of my face. It would clear up quickly, right?
No fucking luck. It took five days till the swelling reached it's peak. My eyes swelled shut, and my skin was so swollen that I could make an imprint in my forehead that was 1 inch deep and would take a few minutes to re-swell. I looked like I had a pumpkin head with a cheap frightwig on (my hair had matted in to dread locks from the puss and scabs). Mr. Monkey and Mom both returned -- their reaction... a brief bit of horror and then pantswetting laughter. Thanks.
The only good part of this experience was the time lapse photos I have of the ebb and flow of my great huge melon. (Sadly, can't find 'em -- otherwise I'd post one for laughs).
(Fri 3rd Sep 2004, 20:37, More)
» I'm an expert
I am becoming an expert in 19th century photographic processes
... Albumen printing specifically (I cannot stand to eat eggs anymore!), but I do other POP techniques as well. Even more useless these days than traditional b&w or c-printing (which I am expert in).
I've spent so much time in darkrooms that I'm paler than the gothiest of goths.
I have also taught myself how to CLA a Rollei shutter. Bonus photo-nerd points to anyone who knows what that means.
(Sat 25th Jun 2005, 21:31, More)
I am becoming an expert in 19th century photographic processes
... Albumen printing specifically (I cannot stand to eat eggs anymore!), but I do other POP techniques as well. Even more useless these days than traditional b&w or c-printing (which I am expert in).
I've spent so much time in darkrooms that I'm paler than the gothiest of goths.
I have also taught myself how to CLA a Rollei shutter. Bonus photo-nerd points to anyone who knows what that means.
(Sat 25th Jun 2005, 21:31, More)
» My Worst Vomit
Ugh, puke...
Sweet jayzuz, but I do vomit far too often. As an adult I've been prone to spewing from various medical thingies I have going on, often migranes, which are almost always relived by a good puke. When drinking, the urping is usually just a way to make room for more booze.
However, as a child I'd chip for no apparent reason at all, and I'd do it all the time. I was notorious for blowing chunks in a very dramatic and public manner at least once a year, every fucking year through school. Desks, assemblys, plays, you name it -- I barfed there. So much trauma was borne of these incedents that I drew a comic of one such time for a class last year:
Click for make more readable, yes?
(Sat 21st Aug 2004, 8:39, More)
Ugh, puke...
Sweet jayzuz, but I do vomit far too often. As an adult I've been prone to spewing from various medical thingies I have going on, often migranes, which are almost always relived by a good puke. When drinking, the urping is usually just a way to make room for more booze.
However, as a child I'd chip for no apparent reason at all, and I'd do it all the time. I was notorious for blowing chunks in a very dramatic and public manner at least once a year, every fucking year through school. Desks, assemblys, plays, you name it -- I barfed there. So much trauma was borne of these incedents that I drew a comic of one such time for a class last year:
Click for make more readable, yes?
(Sat 21st Aug 2004, 8:39, More)
» Lies Your Parents Told You
My mother always used to threaten
to sell us to the Gypsies when my sister and I were misbehaving. However, being a well read child, the idea of living in a rustic Eastern European pony cart and playing the violin was quite appealing to me. I knew there were Gypsies in downtown Portland (Oregon), and I always hoped that she would sell me when we'd visit. I was really fond of pony carts. Needless to say, that was an ineffective lie.
Also, she used to tell me I'd get intestinal worms from eating uncooked spaghetti noodles -- my favorite snack -- I kept eating them in secret, and lo! No worms. She was such a liar!
(Thu 22nd Jan 2004, 19:30, More)
My mother always used to threaten
to sell us to the Gypsies when my sister and I were misbehaving. However, being a well read child, the idea of living in a rustic Eastern European pony cart and playing the violin was quite appealing to me. I knew there were Gypsies in downtown Portland (Oregon), and I always hoped that she would sell me when we'd visit. I was really fond of pony carts. Needless to say, that was an ineffective lie.
Also, she used to tell me I'd get intestinal worms from eating uncooked spaghetti noodles -- my favorite snack -- I kept eating them in secret, and lo! No worms. She was such a liar!
(Thu 22nd Jan 2004, 19:30, More)