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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
The above was just a little tablet practice for the computer. And just as an fyi, no this didn't really happen. Next up Is chapter 3, I'm sure you all are on the edges of your seats. haha (self deprecating humor)
Chapter three: the Okonoma Komolo
Birdo dragged herself across the multicolored linoleum floor. She spun around on her knees awaiting the moment when her next move would become apparent to her.
A few minutes had passed when from out the class room came an odor, then came the stink child. Birdo held her nose. The girl drew near and sat next to Birdo.
“My name is Zurich Dark-Star-Weapon-Lady”
Birdo supposed the name had an ominous feel, though she couldn’t place her finger on it. So instead, she placed a finger, and then another, up each respective nostril in order to shield herself from the stench.
“I have come here to warn you. The dream you had, it was much more than that. It was a fortune. I am sent by beings from the earth’s core. We have known of the degradation for several millennia. Were getting the hell out of Dodge, and that’s no joke. We’re building a rocket satellite that launches out. We offer you to accompany us because of your encounter with the Okonoma Komolo.”
The Okonoma Komolo. That dreaded name. Just hearing it brought back strange memories of the weirdest night of her life…but how did she know of this? Birdo had told no one.
The story is this:
As a child Birdo had lived for some time in Lithuania in the town of Vilna. Outside the town lurked the great forest called Ponary. It is known in local history as where several soldiers of Nazi mobile killing units had slaughtered Jewish people by the hundreds during the second world war. It is said that the very ground was sponge-like with blood and body parts had been strewn across tree limbs like hanging laundry… The forest fascinated the young Birdo Grimes.
Birdo lived without guardianship, indeed in a semi-feral state, for several of her childhood years. She walked the town’s narrow stone streets by night with a group of Cat-People. They rummaged through trash barrels and climbed through windows in order to keep fed and clothed. Most days they slept in Ponary.
The Cat-People were near myths in the town. Very few civilians had seen them, but they had heard tell. Innocent families waking up to find a dirty mutant creature lurking in the space above their cabinets. Face black with Ponary dirt. Though no one had been hurt by the Cat-People, the strangeness of them was enough to keep the town folk shivering.
Birdo was the only one to speak any sort of language among them. She was the only one who had a chance at appending themselves seamlessly to the modern world. However, Birdo had no intention to do so. She loved her darling cat folk as they were a quiet and gentle, if not adorable, people.
One night, the night of the encounter, her comfort with the people completely dissipated. It is difficult to understand the will of another creature, and Birdo discovered that she and the Cat-People were not as alike as she had thought.
It was the summer equinox. This night all creatures held sacred. Each year all the creatures of the forest waited for the entire day. The first half facing East, the second facing West following the path of the sun. Through Birdo’s short life, she had yet to see what they were waiting for.
It was approaching the middle of night on that very day when suddenly the forest came alight. It was as if a small sun had erupted in its very midst. All the creatures, understanding the queer happening, put their faces to the ground. Birdo, being both human and a child, was curious. She approached the light. She found herself in a clearing, that previously had not been there. It was as if the very trees themselves parted like a reverent crowd for the Thing that came forth. It was a large jackal like creature with hanging jugs and the face of a woman. All life froze about her, even the flittering bugs of the night fell as if dead.
Birdo then was stricken naked. This went unnoticed by the child for the sight of the Thing occupied her so. The creature approached her and lay on her side as if to allow Birdo to sup from her breast. Birdo crawled towards her and took her mouth to a nipple. It was then that Birdo was filled with a sudden sense of danger. She dashed away from the creature. She scurried up the nearest tree, with much difficulty because of the intense luminosity of the area. It was like looking into the sun no matter which direction one turned.
At the top of the tree, Birdo found a nook in the branches that suited her just like a cradle. Here she felt security. She began to feel sleep drape about her. She also felt a sudden warmth. She was unaccustomed to such a feeling of helio-centricity.
She opened her eyes to find the gigantic face of the Thing near her resting place. She also discovered that her cradle had been filled with warm tears, boiling tears. The creature had wept into her place and was wailing with such hollow tones as nothing Birdo had heard before or since.
The creature then picked Birdo up by the scruff of her neck and descended to the ground. The dawn was almost upon them, the creature knew her time was waning. She continued to carry Birdo until she reached the outskirts of the forest. There she placed Birdo upon the ground and retreated back into Ponary.
Birdo was not afraid, neither was she confused. She just waited in the spot the creature left her for she knew this was where she was meant to be.
It was from this moment on that Birdo understood Ponary was no place for a human child.
The sun rose upon Birdo, and two elderly towns people out on a morning stroll came upon her. They took her into their home and raised her until the time of their deaths. Birdo was then sent to an orphanage and from there she traveled much until finally ending up where she was today.
It was only years later that Birdo learned of what she had encountered in the forest. It was a creature of legend, associated with much superstition and fear. However, the exact intention of the creature was never understood. The only truth was that it was immortal, by that very fact, its intentions could never be fully understood.
Birdo relived the encounter almost every night in dreams. The only night that was an exception had been the night before, when she had foreseen the end of the world…
After recalling this story to herself, Birdo suggested Zurich take a bubble bath. Zurich looked as if a giant question mark were above her head. Birdo felt profoundly rude. Of course a creature ensconced for it’s entire existence in the very mud of the planet would not know of baths, let alone of bubbles. No wonder she reeked so.
And lastly, my newest crap for threadless. what the fuck is it? that's for you to decide.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Hers is 10 years olds! Hers is bald. Hers is sweet as pie!
My parents gave me a wacom tablet (cheers!) for my birthday, so in honor of Scout I drew a picture of her.She said it looked like I gave her "more chins than a Chinese phone book" w backslash e.
And finally just for some extra practice I did some free drawing. This is the image lurking in my subconscious.
Frightening, isn't it?
anyways, heres chapter two of my comic. I just finished drawing chapter one, the story in its entirety will be up soon! stay tuned bloggers!
Chapter Two: The Mind of the Bird-Creature
Ingrid, who was Birdo’s closest acquaintance, met our heroine as she was walking to her class.
“Birdo! I’ve missed you, how late you are!”
Birdo darted her eyes to Ingrid with alacrity and warmth.
“Oh, Ingrid, I am late! But do I ever have like an excuse!”
Ingrid was most interested in hearing what this notable event was. Birdo told her of her dream, but left out her attempt at de-intacting her virgo intacto. Ingrid was impressed with this revolutionary conception. With great unction, Ingrid stated:
Birdo, you nut!
With her most busom-ist of buddies dismissing her fear with nary a moment’s tarry, Birdo also dismissed it. Ingrid was a kind, pretty-if-she-weren’t-so-dowdy sort of person. She cared about her school work and family with great aplomb. She dabbled in many things: tennis, cotillion, and practiced the didgeridoo in secret, as it is against tradition for the instrument to be played by a woman.
“It’s great that you arrived now. At least you didn’t miss Dr. Procto-tron’s class.” Ingrid informed Birdo. Dr. Procto-tron was a circuit box man with wit and charm. He taught Transcendental Poetry. All of the female students were under his digital spell. He emoted with such a force that mankind could not match. Such levels of passion would kill the average man. Thus, it is easy to know why the girls loved him so. That is, all girls save for Birdo Grimes.
Birdo did not let her opinion of the doctor be known. It was impossible for anyone not to fall for Procto-tron, it was damn near beyond understanding. His explanation of the intricacies of a rose was like God’s glory and bounty. Birdo knew and respected this, though she also knew it was in his programming to be bewitching.
Birdo had been examining her shoes for some time and when she looked up, Ingrid was gone. She had scampered off to Poetry ahead of Birdo. She was in such a tizzy of love and false impressions. Birdo then remembered it was her turn to present a poem of her creation to the class. She withdrew a pen and pad from her rucksack and wrote a few lines in a great wind of fervor. After this she stuffed them, with little regards to the professional appearance of the work, in her pocket. She hurried to class and dashed in the door just as the bell rang.
“Ahh, yes, Grimes. You decide to join us it seems. Your punctuality never ceases to…grind my gears.” The use of the expression was both truthful and clever, as the man was a machine. All the girls of the class appreciated its subtlety.
Birdo was forced, due to her near tardy-ness, to sit in the only free seat available. So she plopped down next to the terse Belgian looking girl who constantly let out an uncommon effluvium. Birdo was hardly able to contain her disgust. The girl left little speckles of god-knows-what-hope-its-not-dried-up-shit wherever she went.
“Birdo” said the good doctor Procto-tron “I hope you haven’t forgotten your assignment. However, if you have, I’m sure the class wouldn’t be so terribly distraught.” The pupils of the class laughed not because this statement was particularly funny but because they were glad they were not the target of Procto-tron’s pestering.
Birdo rose from her seat indignantly, though she knew she had forgotten the assignment. However, since she had this crumpled sheet of paper in her pocket, she was not completely without meat for presentation.
Birdo cleared her throat and began reading from her paper.
“I wisht I wisht I had no lishp”
She then returned to her seat with some sort of sore satisfaction.
Procto-tron was not in the least bit pleased with this sorry piece of yack and dismissed Birdo from the class. The stinky girl asked to be excused only moments later.