Crazyhair
It's not her name. It's just what I'm calling her at the moment, for obvious reasons. I didn't intend for it to come out this way, but somehow through the course of drawing her, it just kinda happened.
New Picture
Here is the modified version of the above picture, editted to look the way I had originally intended it to look. Both characters are owned by me, etc etc, don't use without my permission and such.
Hoshino Ruri
These are two pictures of the same character drawn in two different styles. On the left is the character drawn in the original anime style from which she originates. I tried to remain as true as possible to how she looks in the Nadesico movie. On the right is my own version of Ruri done in my own still developing style which is becoming some strange hybrid of western comic book art and anime/manga style. I made them both small so that they'd fit side by side.
After a great deal of struggle trying to use my accursed mouse to digitally paint, I've finally figured out why they invented digital tablets. Using a mouse to digitally paint anything is terribly slow and time consuming, and inaccurate besides. So now I know what I want for Christmas. 
At a cost of roughly $450, I don't think I'll be getting one in the near future. Damn. Maybe if I sell both of my game systems and all my video games...
It's no secret that I'm easily distracted. My mind is like a wide-eyed child and if left to its own devices, it will just wander off in his own direction in order to explore the world at large without any care or concern as the potential dangers or whether or not I should actually probably be somewhere else doing something else (which is often the case). My journey through life is no different. As I walk along this path I tread, I tend to wander this way and that, taking what some may consider "the long way" to get to wherever it is I'm headed. I explore as I go, wander wherever I fancy, but sometimes I can get lost and lose sight of where it was I was headed in the first place.
We all have moments like those, where we forget who we are, who we were, and where we were headed and end up caught up in some other thing, in some other place, thinking about something besides what's important. We lose focus.
So the picture above is dedicated to those people who have, in their own way, reminded me of who I am, who I was, and where I should be going. I'm positive they have no idea who they are, but I'm not going to name names. I guess it's just my way of saying thank you. There are many of you out there, and some of you don't even read my humble blog, but all of you can enjoy my drawing nonetheless.
Though I've found that I'm unable to write as eloquently as I once could, I can at least still channel that energy into drawing. Maybe someday the writing bug will bite me again. 
-=* New New Picture *=-
Talkin' Bout My Generation
As a society, we seem to have a love/hate relationship with labels. On the one hand, we love to label things. It is, after all, how we identify and familiarize ourselves with the world around us. Everything and anything on this planet that we interact with has been labeled, categorized, and summarily shoved under the umbrella of some kind of recognizable title which we can use to easily identify, not only for our own personal needs, but in order to communicate our thoughts to others. But when it comes to ourselves, we generally hate labels. We hate being labeled. We hate having any kind of category, genre, title, subject or any other neat and tidy scientifically or logically based label being applied to us. It just goes against our notion that we are unique and different from one another, that each of us is seperate and original and one-of-a-kind. After all, it's one of the few things we take comfort in. The idea that we are special, just because we are who we are.
Perhaps that's why we seem to abhor generational titles. The notion that we, and those of our peers who are our age, are somehow able to be grouped under one huge label is perhaps the ultimate expression of our own lack of uniqueness, because it implies we're predictable, that we fall into certain habits and have a recognizable set of behaviors and tendencies that can be observed and categorized. We have no problem labeling other generations (Baby Boomers, for example), but our attitude towards our own generational title is usually one of distaste.
But as we struggle to understand one another, to try and grasp the differences between us, and how growing up in one decade might differ from growing up in another, we often find ourselves grasping for those generational labels in order to give some kind of concrete form to the gap that seems to divide us. Though we all live in the same world, there seems to be a rift that seperates us between ages. I can't even begin to count the number of times I've heard my coworkers bemoaning outloud about "kids these days". They struggle, but fail to understand them. They try but can't fully grasp the new issues and problems their children must cope with. They don't completely understand what it's like to be their children, because things have just changed that much since the time that they were kids. This is the gap that seperates us. This is the gap which we are so tempted to label, but hate to be labeled with. I think our generation especially seems to have a particularly strong dislike of labels, because it implies that the labeler, to some extent, understands the labelee, and that's just something many of us seem to take great offense against.
"You don't understand me!"
How many times have you heard that? Said that? Thought that? But we are not as different from one another as we believe. We are unique, but not so much so that we cannot understand one another. We are different, but similar enough that we all share these same feelings, emotions, and even sometimes experiences. It is our similarities, not our differences, that often bring us together. We desperately try to seek out those who share our thoughts, feelings, and experiences, that we may identify with them. As social creatures, we naturally radiate towards others who are similar to us. Perhaps to that end, it's not so unbelievable after all that some of us share certain qualities with each other.
Not to say that we're all alike... just that we're not all different either.
I've stumbled across another of my cousins who apparently blogs. He also lives in SoCal. Thus far it seems that all four of my cousins who I know blog live in SoCal. Must be something in the water. As far as I know, I'm the only one of my cousins out here in the East that maintains a blog of any sort. Or maybe it's an age thing. Or maybe it's because some of them are married now.
In any case, I've found a interesting little project to work on in order to improve my writing, and especially my art skills. It's fairly ambitious, but at the same time it's safe and I won't risk spoiling my own personal ideas that I want to work on (due to my as of yet unpolished skill in comic/cartoon making). The funny thing is, it's not what I personally would have picked, but it's like ... a sign from God or something. I could try to explain the whole unusual series of events that caused me to come up with this idea, but I'll save that explanation for the day when I actually post my first rough page up here..
I'm sure once I post that first page, I'll have a lot of explaining to do anyhow. Don't worry, it's nothing bad.
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