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MILOTIC AND MOVING

January 9, 2011

 

HEY EVERYBODY

Hope you no one is too miffed at us. But we’re still here. With a pile of drawings.

But WE MOVED. Click on Milotic or HERE to go to the new blog host cause, well, a lot of reasons. But we’re not going to get into a debate about which site is better. Let’s leave it at reasons exist. And they made us move.

We moved all our content. Everything is going to be the same, except with MORE POSTS. And regrettably, we can’t take our lovely comments with us…

But I’ll remember them fondly. Always.

So GO READ THE NEW POST. Includes LINKS, DRAWING, AND EXCUSES!!!

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Growlithe

November 13, 2010

Sunday, our class will have done three film shoots, including building elaborate sets. On the last shoot, Karolina is the production manager, so she’s still quite busy. I’ll throw in a growlithe because no one has posted here in a while, even though throwing has nothing to do with writing a blog post.

I like how this drawing has almost every possible way of failing with watercolour paint.

I know I’ve told this story before, but the only Pokémon cards I ever had were hand-me-downs from my cousin. One of the few that I did own was a growlithe, so naturally it was one of my favourites. I think it was quickly stolen by someone though; it went missing fast after I obtained it. POINT IS, I have a connection to growlithe.

Growlithe is also important because before I had a dog, I had a pretend growlithe (among other things).  When you’re homeschooled and forbidden from doing most natural, fun kid-things, the only thing you can really do is imagine up crap like that. I walked it around the Guild Inn park frequently (which at that time, to me, was Narnia) and made it spit an ass-load of fire at my sister as much as possible.

After a while, my mom got the hint, and began training my sisters and I so that one day we could take care of a dog. Oh boy, this is a great embarrassing kid story.

My parents bought us a robot dog. It kind of looked like those little annoying terrier toys with pink bows that would lurch forward a few inches and then do a back flip, but it was far more advanced. It was controlled by a “leash” (piece of cable) with a remote at the end, so you could control the dog’s direction, make it bark or sit, while looking like a complete retard who takes robot dogs too seriously. Our mother would take us around the park or down the street with this thing, and every once in a while she would throw little pieces of paper behind the dog that were coloured yellow or brown (representing urine or poop, for those of you who are having a hard time following). We would have to react accordingly.

She even made us train the robot dog to do its business outside – for a month she’d walk around the house with that stupid robot dog, leaving pieces of paper everywhere. We’d have to shove the robot dog’s face in the paper and scold it, then take it outside.

However annoying “Coco” the robot dog (yeah we really strained our noggins coming up with that name) was, my sisters and I were relentless with our dog-responsibility training, and eventually the exercises became unbearable for my mother, who had a bit of a breakdown and walked Coco into a deep puddle. This didn’t ruin the robot dog, but it did give her a chance to pretend to rescue Coco, only to switch out the batteries. Shortly afterwards, we got a real, live dog.

My parents were either evil or geniuses.

Growlithe is adorable and evolves into something awesome, we all know this. What more can I say?

COSPLAY:

REAL LIFE GROWLITHE!:

ARTS AND CRAFTS:

DRAWINGS:

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Gyarados

October 21, 2010

The “theme” for this image would have to be THIS, my official gyarados song. And sorry for lateness and such, but I had to time this for a birthday. And the ol’ life is busy excuse…

It’s been quite a while since I’ve drawn a Pokémon that I really like, and it is definitely the first time I’ve drawn one of my all-time three favourite Pokémon from kid-dom, when having a favourite Pokémon seemed really important.

Every single mother loving Pokémon game I’ve ever played, as soon as I could hold a rod, I would catch a magikarp. And I would train it hardcore. That’s the only way to do it, guys. You have to put care, time, faith and love into raising a strong, fierce gyarados. Don’t ever forget the love.

The first Pokémon episode was amazing. When Ash was underwater, I was terrified. When the gyarados charged him, I may have even shit myself. Between Creature from the Black Lagoon and Pokémon, I can’t imagine I will ever be able to get in a large body of water.

From that episode, and that gyarados appearance, I was stunned. Gyarados was hardly well introduced at that point, but it’s size and ferocity intrigued me. I had to watch every episode, because I had to find out more about these rare (to me, back then) and formidable creatures. I think that’s a pretty common theme between my three favourite Pokémon (gyarados, gengar, and kabutops) – rarity, mysery, and coolness/badassness.

Pokémon like gyarados also made me feel really goddam safe as a Canadian, or even just a non-fictional human, because you can’t compare it to anything that exists on Earth. While some kids would have romanticized living in Kanto, Gotham, or Elwood City, I could only dwell on the negative aspects of residing in one of those fictional realms.

1) KANTO – I liked Pokémon. But I also liked school and learning things. I definitely wasn’t going to run away at 10 years old chasing giant, rampaging sea monsters or flying god-creatures, travelling through a massive region by myself. You’re supposed to risk your life alone, travelling city to city, to battle bitchy adults and sketchy trainers with your little pets? The closest I can think of getting to this scenario is if I told my fat-ass cat to attack the thugs who hang out in the alley beside my building. There is (I am not fucking joking) a guy out there who calls himself The Hammer, because he spent 20-something years in jail for beating in a guy’s skull with a hammer. It’s like Gotham City out there.

2) GOTHAM CITY – The only reason I would ever play with the idea of living in Gotham City is so that I could be goddam Robin. But lets at least try to be the smallest bit realistic – I would not cut it as Robin. And if I could, I would not be able to cut it with two dead circus parents. Although – the Batcave, Wayne Manor, training with Batman, everything about Batman going right down to the bat thermos – would probably make up for it. My god, I’m convincing myself this is a good idea. ANYWAY

I would not cut it as Robin. So that scenario dashed, the only thing worth living in Gotham would be to see Batman (or Zatanna, Creeper etc.) running around – but my family just would not cut it in Gotham City. Assuming my overly-Mediterranean family didn’t have strong ties to some crime element, I can’t see that we’d live in any area far from fifty “Hammers” outside our door at any given moment. This would probably raise the chance of some nearby Batman activity, but what are the chances I would get to see this happening? Living in Gotham City would be like the three main residences of my life being moulded into one:  Toronto – Canada’s largest, poorly planned city; Lindsay – small town, teen-pregnancy capital of Ontario full of brain-damaged white trash c**-dumpsters, and Halifax Nova Scotia – boasting a pretty high crime rate itself. I kinda set that up as a joke, but it’s not really. Just facts. Living in Gotham City is not ideal.

3) ELWOOD CITY – I only wrote down Elwood City because three is a comfortable list number, and I get OCD about things like that. It’s also the only other fictional city from my childhood I could recall. As good a city as it was, and as much as I would have loved to be an animal-person-thing when I was a kid, the chance of being in third grade with Mr. Ratburn for 10 years is too high. I wouldn’t risk it.

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In honour not only of gyarados getting posted, but the birthday of two of my best friends, I will give you my favourite search terms that brought people to this site in the last few days!

misty sucking pikachu’s dick, hope meme (what… why?), how to draw porn with pencil, im not gonna raichu a love song (oh that’s clever), mr bean pokemon (THIS is all I found), natasha petras (MY FUCKING NAME!), pokemon poo (geezus) and drawings from ten year olds images (some kind of insult?).

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I am not going to link to any gyarados-banging-misty or shoop da whoop,  just so you know.

COSPLAY

AMUSING AND/OR TERRIBLE

AMAZING

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Chansey

October 11, 2010

Sooooo… Chansey. I think I used to like this Pokemon when I was a kid, but now I find it kind of excessive and obnoxious. It like.. resembles a personality type I don’t like. I don’t know what you’d call it, but it usually results in the person becoming fat and round like that, lazier than possible, and fully into pursuing eternal comfort. There are many people of this type in the world, a lot of them living in 9-5 jobs, complaining they aren’t paid enough when they have an excess of EVERYTHING that they somehow could afford to buy, hardly ever leaving their house except on generic vacations, and being surprised someone out there doesn’t like watching TV. They’re very content with the work they do and don’t like things to change too much. I’m generally the opposite.. I get bored really easy once I figure out a schematic behind something, I don’t need much money to live, and I like to travel and experience real things. I find TV usually boring as fuck because there is a formula behind each episode, it’s usually really predictable, and not very often anymore are there well written shows.

That has little to do with actual Chansey. I can’t say much once again, because Chansey is a Pokemon I never used. Ever. Somehow. In a decade + of Pokemon existing and playing ALL the games, never have I used Chansey. Chansey creeps me out. It’s huge, extremely jovial, PINK, and it’s all about EGGS. Eggs are gross.

However, once when I was young, I saw an episode of Magic Schoolbus about how eggs grow into chicks. I thought, because eggs need mostly warmth to grow, I could put one in a tight blanket, hide it in my huge bookshelf cabinet in my former bedroom, and wait for it to incubate in the coziness. As I am typing, I realize I am lying, because I actually learned this in kindergarten in Poland, and I remembered it while watching that episode, and once again, now. What ended up happening was my mother and grandmother finding it, getting mad about wasting/spoiling eggs, and revealing the harsh fact to me that the eggs we eat from the grocery store are mostly sterile. On one side, that’s kind of sad, but on the other, we’re not eating babies.

Here’s some internet diarrhea:

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Chinchou

September 14, 2010

Chinchou.

Quite obviously based on an anglerfish, I decided this was the best way to go for a sketch. Sorry the colouring couldn’t be watercolours at that time. This is the last marker one.

I like the concept of chinchou and lanturn, but I can’t say I fancy the design all that much. They could stand for a bit more effort.

I’ve also NEVER caught or used a chinchou. One of the things I like about this blog is that I draw a Pokémon I never gave a thought to before, but it makes me want to check it out. Then I quickly stop caring all over again.

As for chinchou banter, I had imagined a name like chinchou to be pretty popular for naming Chinese babies. I was kind of right. It’s also the name of a province, Jinzhou. I wish I knew what it means, but I just know that zhou means province, and that Jin is a girl’s name that means gold. Maybe that’s what it means.

When I said I was “kind of right” that Chinchou was a popular Chinese name, I meant that it certainly appears all over the internet, but in no extraordinary places. I’ll show you the most interesting chinchous I could find.

Chin-chou Wang

Professor and Doctor, specializes in respiratory diseases and lung cancer.

Chin-chou Huang

Doctor, lecturer. Specializes in adult cardiology and “Invasive Treatment in Catheterization”

Of course, chinchou, the Pokémon version of these people, is Japanese. The name is apparently related to the Japanese word for lantern, and/or a breed of fish swimming around in that ocean over there.

As far as Pokéworld goes, chinchou are pretty remarkable. They can walk on land and communicate underwater by flashing the lights on their antennae. In high-school, a friend and I worked out a system of morse code by blinking our eyes across class rooms. Blinking the left eye equals a long dash, and blinking the right eye translates to a short dash.  It’s basically the same thing.

One last thing before links: One of chinchou’s Mystery Dungeon phrases is “Want me to light you up from behind?” I won’t be too juvenile about that, but instantly it reminds me of every single blue angel story and joke I’ve heard in my life.

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Phanpy

September 6, 2010

Note: For some reason, wordpress got messed up and post-dated my last post to August 2. If you haven’t seen it yet, there’s a post on Butterfree further down the main blog page. Yes, I am too lazy to give you a link.

Maybe when school starts, and I’m forced back into my deadly-busy lifestyle, I’ll write more post as an anxiety treatment for sitting still and not doing anything for more than 1.2 seconds. But, I love elephants. They’re gorgeous intelligent animals, and huge and awesome. I love these animals, except for things like this:

(Warning: This is the equivalent of an elephant’s 2girls1cup…I guess)

When I was a kid, my mom gave me this tiny, literally like 1cmx1cm ceramic, purple elephant. She told me it’s very important, so I began to imagine that this little elephant had supernatural properties that would give me good luck. I would look at it, and cherish it whenever I felt I needed that extra push to get through something. I used to hide it inside a pillow… because I had little pillow-friends when I was a kid. It’s a by-product of being poor and not having enough likable stuffed animals. Unfortunately, I lost this elephant, and I still hurt inside from this heartbreaking loss.

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Drifloon

September 6, 2010

Another poorly coloured drawing. But I think the concept is hilarious.

Among the group of people I talk to about Pokémon, I found that drifloon is commonly accepted as being cute. Which I won’t dispute, but what most people don’t realize is that drifloon is a maniacal little child abducter (and presumably killer as well).

Our North American censored pokedex entries mention children going missing by accidentally grabbing one, thinking it is a balloon, or some kind of abduction along those lines. However, in the Japanese Diamond pokedex and the Brawl trophies it says that these children are brought to the underworld. Whether this  just means that drifloon is like some kind of grim reaper or a serial killer Pokémon is not certain, but it does make me uneasy about why it would be one of the few Pokémon allowed in Amity Square.

I never liked the lady at the desk who tells you (rudely, I thought) that you can’t go in without a cute-looking Pokémon. Considering this information about drifloon, I always imagined some kind of child snatching conspiracy going in Amity Square. Also, the fact that compulsive liar Mr. Backlot – owner of the trophy garden – owns Amity Square furthers my conspiracy theory. What exactly is going on in his garden anyway? Where does the butler go to snatch those exotic Pokémon for you to catch? Is it related to the drifloon Amity Square scare? This is a mystery that has and will continue occupying my thoughts when I have nothing else more important to think about. If anyone else can shed light or a ridiculous theory on this subject, I’d love to hear it.

COSPLAY

  • I hate it when people can’t be bothered to hem properly. They leave everything cut poorly! (A lot of tailors/seamstresses in the family)
  • It looks like the shirt/dress thing was well sewn in this cosplay.

CRAFTS

ANIMATION/FLASH

MISCELLANEOUS

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Buizel

August 22, 2010

Tails from Sonic the Hedgehog. Anyone else see it?

The idea was for us to take turns posting but KarS is busy and I think we’ve not posted in a very long time. So lets get these out of the way – for a while I only used my markers.

So this yellow thing around buizel’s neck always confused me. I used to think it was just something to do with littering, and how it particularly can affect water-dwelling animals, but that’s pretty far off. One day I was actually bothered to check the Pokédex entry and figure out that it was some kind of ‘flotation device’ so it can float on the water and look for prey.

I know that this is just a show. But it bothers me that evolution would be kind to an animal that lives and hunts in water by using a collar that inflates so it can bob around the water’s surface “hunting” prey.  If this is hard for anyone else to imagine, just picture your dog (or that fucking shi-poo we all see everywhere) in one of those dog life-jackets floating pathetically in the middle of a lake, dog-paddling like my cat does. Then count how many fish the dog catches.

I’ve seen many otters in my lifetime, and none of them would find a tube necklace to be in any way convenient.

I’m not putting down the Pokémon, I just feel sorry for buizel for having to deal with such a stupid accessory. Otters are so playful and sneaky, I can’t imagine how horribly that stupid thing would affect an otter’s nature. I’ve had many good kayak/canoe trips where I find out I’m being followed carefully by a curious otter and would hate to have seen one just bobbing behind me as if it’s mother put it in the collar for safety.

SEGUE

There are some motherly groups (what the hell does that even mean) pushing for laws protecting their children when they toboggan. They demand helmets. Helmets for kids tobogganing.

When I was a kid I learned what was dangerous by trial and error, not by learning to be scared of everything – including tobogganing down a wet, cushioned hill. I also don’t think it would be that good at protecting from serious injury – the only one I ever heard of was one of my teachers’ kids sledding into a tree, with her foot caught between tree and the weight of the person behind her. The leg was shattered and nearly amputated. I can’t imagine where a helmet would’ve helped the situation. Also, what kind of helmet would tobogganing kids be wearing? Bike helmets are made to withstand one spill, and generally break on impact. Hockey helmets, however, cradle the head by cupping at the back, as their primary function is to protect against concussions (LAWLS one of sister has had at least six) and absorb hits (LAWLS effective, no?). I am certain this type of helmet would be preferred for making kids miserable in a sled. How cool would we all have looked wearing dad’s Jofa bucket while flying down a hill on a crazy carpet?

ANYWAYS

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DRAWING:

COSPLAY:

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Butterfree

August 2, 2010

Butter has about 100 calories per tablespoon. Some people eat butter by the spoon, some people get finicky and think they’re really losing a lot of calories with their philly cheese; when in reality, philly cheese is less fat but more crap your body can’t digest, and stores in your fat anyway. A lot of fat people trying to lose weight by relying on weight loss ingredients that are packed with unnatural chemicals that our bodies aren’t designed to digest, and store as toxins. It’s ironic and sad, because you’re either just fat, or your toxic and fat. If you’re offended by me saying fat, I am refering to anyone who would be offended because they subconsciously identify as being so, and to those that seriously think these kinds of diets work. The best diet is to have a happy brain and to exercise, in my educated opinion.  This is what I think of when I think of Butterfree, which is a real weird name.

Ever summer about the same things happen: I am to make a lot of artwork, I get distracted with something far more mediocre (my boring job), and end up spending the summer doing leisurely things that I otherwise can’t do. Like fail at making friendship bracelets.  Actually, I did quite a lot this summer, but it wasn’t making art. I got one painting started and it’s  getting there. I haven’t knitted anything of my own, I’ve definitely neglected this blog and my website. I generally haven’t been doing much on my computer because I have to sit and be generally bored with working anyway.

So far I haven’t said anything actually related to Butterfree. I prefer Beedrill over Butterfree. It’s fun to use either one in the older games when you could still cause several status problems at the same time, and just watch the rival wither and die from your stunning, poisoning, and leeching of life. However, I’m sure like most people, I didn’t really use these Pokemon beyond the first 2 badges, because bug types aren’t very tough and generally less exciting at that point of the game. I love battling on that’s high leveled, and actually intimidating in a later battle though.

And now for some links, because keeping them saved is crashing my browser:

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The New Improved POSITIVE Zangoose

July 27, 2010

I’ve decided I’ve been too harsh on Pokémon and the links I’ve found in the past. What business is it of mine to impose my views and general negative thinking on a beloved childhood franchise, and put down the work of others just because it really isn’t good at all? Their efforts weren’t to please me, it was for their own pleasure to draw some anatomically-hilarious porn of their favourite ground-type and then post it on deviantart. And as for the Pokémon I so quickly attack in my personal opinions, what about the people out there who disagree? Am I doing anyone a service by angrily ranting about their design or stats when it opposes their beloved reverence for their favourite Pokémon? No I am not.

It is no longer fair for me to infect this blog with the negativity of my boring, sickly, University-loathing life. This isn’t just a blog where people getting to rant about whatever they want without social consequences. It’s that, plus Pokémon. So I’ve decided to try a new approach:

THE NEW, IMPROVED, POSITIVE POKÉBLOG

If I can do it here, I can do it in real life.

Although chances that this catches on longer than 2 hours are VERY rare.

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Zangoose is cool. It looks like it could be a recognizable beast, so it plays to that area of Pokémon acceptance. It also has a pretty good story with seviper (whom I prefer but will keep to myself) which calls to mind the relationship between cobra and mongoose. I’ve been trying to think of some way of cleverly mentioning Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, but the chances of that happening smoothly in the next 15 minutes are slim as are most people being able to understand what I’m talking about. So I will spare you a painfully long block of text about Rudyard Kipling and my childhood of reading classic literature for kicks! See how well this is going?

Seviper and zangoose can breed, by the way. I guess it’s kind of like a Montague and Capulet scenario that Ash would’ve had to read and painfully over-analyze if he had gone to high-school.

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That went well! The hard part will be omitting negativity in the linkage area.

POSSIBLY NSFW

  • I’m generally against anything Arnold mixing with Pokémon, but not on POSITIVE BLOG day (yep, now it’s only a day. You have no idea how hard this is).
  • Interesting zangoose + Speed Racer (Mach 5) cross-over.

COSPLAY

DRAWINGS

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