Afro Doodle

What do you think?
It's one of my best drawings (from memory.)
It's obvious that I got carried away with the tattoos.




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Anime Doodle

This guy will mess you up if you fought him.


I was bored..
But all those spikes on his shoulder and his shoes, can pop out and go back in.





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Friday the 13th

I'm not a superstitious person.
I don't believe in ghosts.
I believe that when you die, you're dead.
That's it, you're dead.
I'm not scared of black cats.
I'm not scared of walking under ladders, either.




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What do you think?

What do you think of the new blog design?
I like it.




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My Opinions

I believe that there is no definite right or wrong.
I believe that there is no such thing as 'normal.' Everyone's weird in one way or another.
I believe that when you're successful or when you publicly share your opinion, you'll find out who your TRUE friends are.
I believe that I thought about this post too quickly; I don't have anything else to type....

More Blogger's Block

Blogger's Block is when I can't think of anything to blog about.
My arm hurts.
My left one.
It got stuck between to football players.
I'm thinking about drawing another Deadpool...




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Tell-Tale Heart

TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this!
One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -- with what caution -- with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room I undid the lantern cautiously -- oh, so cautiously -- cautiously (for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye.
And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed, and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was not the old man who vexed me but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed , to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the 8th night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening , and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out, "Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night after night hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief -- oh, no! It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself, "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney, it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or, "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions ; but he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little -- a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it -- you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily -- until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye.

It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness -- all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon the *gosh-darned* spot.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me -- the sound would be heard by a neighbor!*Oh, British spelling.... I changed it* The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once -- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence.

I took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly so cunningly, that no human eye -- not even his -- could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that.

When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct : I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears.

No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"


I love this story. I changed one thing. So, since I changed that thing, it shouldn't count as copyright infringement. Smart, I think.




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Drawing and a Doodle

What do you think of my latest Kratos drawing? I didn't draw the hands and lower body because I didn't want to...

BTW, G.o.W stands for God of War.




My baseball doodle... I was bored one time in Study Hall..... Awesome, innit?







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Hypocrisy

I noticed how a lot of people, well, the people here are hypocrites. They say 'You should love your fellow man.' Or, 'All men are created equal.' Then they meet a gay person... 'What you do is against God!' *I, for fun pronounce Jesus jaysussss* Then the gay person gets beat up because he/she's different. I'm not gay, but I don't care if you are.... Just don't flirt with me.

It also, makes me think about how rappers and young black people use the N-word. If a white person said it, they'd be ready to fight.

All men are not created equal. It's a bit cliché, but it's true.




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More Blogger's Block

I can't think of anything to write. I haven't done any drawings....
So...... How was your day?
Write it in the comments.

Seriously, write it in the comments.




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Football Again

The coaches wanted me to play center... The guy who's right in front of the Quarter Back...
The thing that makes me uncomfortable is that the quarter back's hands are touching my junk.... So, one play, he was too far back, so I kind of hit my balls.... It wasn't pleasant.
Sometimes, I messed up on "the snap."
The coach, getting irritated with us, made us do plays until we reached the end zone. Half way, my hands got sweaty... So, the ball rolled out of my hands.... and we had to start all over.
We ran what people call "Forties." I have asthma, so out of maybe.... eight.... I ran five.
Well, this wasn't the worst day... Not the best.... But not the worst...




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8th Grade

Today was the first day of school. A few new teachers... Two that teach 5th and 6th grade. A new principal. I don't think I'll like him... I've got a few friends in my class...

Oh! Good news! For me anyway... I won't have Science class for the first nine weeks! Next nine weeks we will then we won't have History.

I think all of the teachers are nosy because they all want to know what we did for two months...

1st Period. Math
2nd Period. History
3rd Period.English
4th Period. Enrichment. Science without the science homework for a while.
5th Period. P.E.

Yes! We only have five periods. But, that means all of the classes are longer...




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Almost Back to School

School starts August 10. So, Grandmom got me new stuff....






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Blogger's Block

Blogger's Block is when you can't think of anything to write about....

Yeah.
That's about it......
OK.




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1st Guest Post - Drawing Conclusions

Evan likes to draw. I like to draw. People like drawing different things.


I went through a stage of drawing and combining 'animal, vegetable and mineral'. This was at a time when I was at art college way back in the 60's and 'anything' went at the time so I decided to give myself restrictions because it was all very confusing otherwise. In many ways it didn't help - what on earth is half a zebra doing, with some old wood and stylised pebbles? Oh well, not to worry, I do remember I enjoyed drawing this at the time.

[Apologies for quality of photograph - it's behind glass and over the years the paper has discoloured].

I shall now go and draw a bath after I've drawn the curtains.

This guest post now draws to a close.

Daddy Papersurfer - England.



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I Might be Crazy for Doing This.....

A few blogs have given me an idea to do guest posts.

Send it to me if you want to.

evan7440@gmail.com




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Afro Samurai

My latest Afro Samurai drawing! As you can see, it's a bit different than my other drawings... I colored it...



What do you think about it?



As you can see, I forgot the headband thing.




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So, as you may or may not know, The Evil One and I got a new computer... From this year!



Now the internet is fast enough for HD YouTube videos! :-D




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I Had A Dream

Last night/this morning, I had a dream about Batman. The people were Batman, Robin, Batgirl, some little girl riding a bike showing us where Joker's hideout was, Joker, some fat guy working for the Joker, and me.
Batman was wearing blue, which irritates me because I'd rather Batman wear black and gray. Robin, instead of wearing a mask, wore Joker-looking makeup. Green hair, purple junk around his eyes, and either black or red lipstick.
Batman, Batgirl, Robin, and I were planning something, when the fat-guy-who-works-for-Joker came and attacked me, by punching himself.... Yeah
"Let me help you with that!" I said. He dodged my punch by jumping into a ditch... When he jumped out I tried to trip him, but he jumped. Then I kicked him in his balls.
Time skipped forward. I was in Joker's hideout with all the good guys. *BTW, it was Heath Ledger's Joker because I liked that one best. Way better than Jack Nicholson's in my opinion.* When Joker wasn't looking, I smacked him in the back of the head. He started laughing. Then he got serious.
"Who did that?!" He yelled.
Time skipped ahead again. The good guys were tied up. Joker was going to kill us all of one by one, starting with me. As you can guess, I wasn't exactly smiling when I heard that.
"Why so serious?" He asked. Then I woke up.

That was cheerful! Anyway, what'd you think of my dream?




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This Game Has Awesome Gameplay, In My Opinion

I notice I've been posting videos lately, only because I have nothing to talk about...




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