Ooh, a Dreamwidth account.
Mar. 26th, 2010 12:45 am![[personal profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mechanicalbirdsI've been looking at them for a while, but I've never come across an unused code. Today I did! (It was the second one I tried, too.)
Since it's just before one in the morning where I live and I'd like some sleep,I'll keep to the basics.
My name is Scenis. That's "SEN-iss." I am female. I am American. I like rocks and erasers and stuffed zebras.
"Zebras?" you ask. "Why zebras?" Why, because from where I type this I can see a stuffed zebra across my room, sitting right next to a stuffed kitten. What if that had been misinterpreted? I kill kittens and stuff them! Taxidermy! (insert evil laughter here) Did you know, there is an organization called the Anti Kitten Burning Coalition, or the AKBC for short? Of all things!
I would know, because they're throwing rocks at my window right now.
Shoo, kitten lovers! There's no place for your sensical nonsense here!
Ah. Where was I?
Oh, yes.
Since Dreamwidth is supposedly the artist's LiveJournal (a website I have used and misused, abused and enthused... and more), I suppose I should list a bit about my artistic capabilities?
Well, I do like paint. Such pretty colors. So messy. I also like inserting a random 'u' in my color. Color? Colour! It's just so much prettier of a word. (No, I'm not British, though I do love me some tea. Green tea, white tea, black tea, cold tea, hot tea, peach tea, it's all delicious.)
But mostly, it's watercolors and sketching. I think I'm good at sketches. I can do realism, but it takes longer than my half-anime, half-western style. I'd rather it not be anime at all, but apparently I have to deal with it, because according to these retards on DeviantArt, all comic-style art is anime nowadays...
(You freaks! Anime is animated, hence the name! Manga is comics, so stop calling it that in the first place!)
I prefer my comic-art well mixed. Not an [artistic] racist, no I am not.
Apparently, though - according to my mom - my writing is pretty good too. Actually, it's sort of better than my art. By a lot. The mom thing was just a wisecrack.
Not to say that she doesn't think it's good.
I need sleep, seriously. I promise I'mnot normally like this.
Okay, I am. I lay on the snark and the sarcasm and the girlishness pretty heavily. Just, like, THWAM, on everyone.
I mean, don't even ask me a simple question, like "did the zebras hide my money again (no, that was me)?" or "did you drink the entire box of Hi-C in one day (of course I did!)?" or "could you play your ocarina for my friends while wearing an electric-blue feather boa and dancing a tango with a statue made entirely out of used gasoline tanks (I'd much prefer barrels of crude oil)?" because the most likely answer you'll get is another question.
Just yesterday:
"Do you know where my homework is?"
"Do you know the sixteen words that can be legally played in a game of Scrabble when you have a Q without a U?"
"Um... no."
"Well, neither do I!" *walks out the door*
Honestly, I swear to god, that happened. With my eight-year-old brother. As I walked through the kitchen to retrieve my coat.
I really should get some sleep, before my brain atrophies.
Since it's just before one in the morning where I live and I'd like some sleep,
My name is Scenis. That's "SEN-iss." I am female. I am American. I like rocks and erasers and stuffed zebras.
"Zebras?" you ask. "Why zebras?" Why, because from where I type this I can see a stuffed zebra across my room, sitting right next to a stuffed kitten. What if that had been misinterpreted? I kill kittens and stuff them! Taxidermy! (insert evil laughter here) Did you know, there is an organization called the Anti Kitten Burning Coalition, or the AKBC for short? Of all things!
I would know, because they're throwing rocks at my window right now.
Shoo, kitten lovers! There's no place for your sensical nonsense here!
Ah. Where was I?
Oh, yes.
Since Dreamwidth is supposedly the artist's LiveJournal (a website I have used and misused, abused and enthused... and more), I suppose I should list a bit about my artistic capabilities?
Well, I do like paint. Such pretty colors. So messy. I also like inserting a random 'u' in my color. Color? Colour! It's just so much prettier of a word. (No, I'm not British, though I do love me some tea. Green tea, white tea, black tea, cold tea, hot tea, peach tea, it's all delicious.)
But mostly, it's watercolors and sketching. I think I'm good at sketches. I can do realism, but it takes longer than my half-anime, half-western style. I'd rather it not be anime at all, but apparently I have to deal with it, because according to these retards on DeviantArt, all comic-style art is anime nowadays...
(You freaks! Anime is animated, hence the name! Manga is comics, so stop calling it that in the first place!)
I prefer my comic-art well mixed. Not an [artistic] racist, no I am not.
Apparently, though - according to my mom - my writing is pretty good too. Actually, it's sort of better than my art. By a lot. The mom thing was just a wisecrack.
Not to say that she doesn't think it's good.
I need sleep, seriously. I promise I'm
Okay, I am. I lay on the snark and the sarcasm and the girlishness pretty heavily. Just, like, THWAM, on everyone.
I mean, don't even ask me a simple question, like "did the zebras hide my money again (no, that was me)?" or "did you drink the entire box of Hi-C in one day (of course I did!)?" or "could you play your ocarina for my friends while wearing an electric-blue feather boa and dancing a tango with a statue made entirely out of used gasoline tanks (I'd much prefer barrels of crude oil)?" because the most likely answer you'll get is another question.
Just yesterday:
"Do you know where my homework is?"
"Do you know the sixteen words that can be legally played in a game of Scrabble when you have a Q without a U?"
"Um... no."
"Well, neither do I!" *walks out the door*
Honestly, I swear to god, that happened. With my eight-year-old brother. As I walked through the kitchen to retrieve my coat.
I really should get some sleep, before my brain atrophies.
