Wednesday, September 21, 2005

THE CATALOG / CATALOGUE

Elliott-Catalogue

So we get a massive 125x105mm to showcase ourselves in this years graduate catalog. I seriously doubt my self and the crappy work I do, but was forced to put something in, and this is what I've come up with. I dunno. My friends say it's good, but I don't think so. The problems I have with it, aside from the dismal work quality is that it's too narrow a scope of my skill set, I"m not just an illustrator, although I certainly do enjoy that stuff best, but I also can do layout work and ... um... typography? Well maybe not, but I don't like putting myself into a category.

Poser

I do like this photo of me! It's also going in the catalog as my profile shot. Although without the blueness or the swirls, but it's till cool. You will like it too. On the count of three you will do exactly as I say.... 1....2....3.....

IESSO

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

3 PART POST

REENFORCING STEREOTYPES

Two people got off the train in front of me, one was a business man; suit, tie, briefcase, etc, the other was a rough-type with peircings, a shabby beard and smelled of rum. The business man accidentally bumped into the rough guy. Without missing a beat or saying a word he beat the business man up. He beat the living crap out of him, punching him over and over in the face and when the guy fell down he kicked him in the stomach. I was stunned. I wanted to help but I couldn't, I'm not strong and this guy would have beaten the shit out of me too. He kept yelling "Have respect for other people!" over and over as he was unrelentlessly hitting the business man.

And to make matters worse the security gaurds didn't do anything except stand on the train and watch. It was not a good scene.

I'm still quite shocked about the whole thing, not really beleiving it happened. That kind of thing doesn't happen in Helensvale. It shouldn't even happen anywhere, the business man slightly bumped the rough guy, and he didn't even get a chance to apologise. It's not like he pushed him out of the way and didn't say anything. I dunno.

KUNG-FU HUSTLE

Speaking of random acts of violence...
Linus had some friend around last night for a Kung-Fu marathon. It was fun, you totally missed out. We ate Mexican food and watched Kung-Fu movies. Some were good, some were not. We then watched Harvey Birdman cartoons, which were hilarious!

OTHER LESS VIOLENT AND MORE SILLY THINGS:

1. Why are 'ladies of the night' and 'creatures of the night' so very different?

2. If talent scouts find talented people of various feilds (ie, sports) why don't boy scouts or girl scouts search for little boys and girls?

3. Next time someone says that you can't see air, point at the sky. The blueness is caused because the air reflects the gamut of color from white light sans the blue wavelength. And the reason it looks like a shell is because we're looking at air. But I guess you sort of already knew that one. Point is: you can totally see the air.

IESSO

PS. The performance-blog that I mentioned earlier is now up and running: Error404:Mondayne. There is only one post up there at the moment, but you can check it out once in a while and get a disturbing insight into my sad and pathetic life. HA HA! Melancoly!
The address is www.error404-mondayne.blogspot.com

Sunday, September 18, 2005

WOODY ALLEN

I've gotten into Woody Allen films recently, sure they're kinda bizarre/old-fashioned/hip-to-be-squareish and all that, but they're also funny. Check out Annie Hall for seriousness and Play It Again Sam for humour. Best line from the latter:

WOODY ALLEN: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
GIRL IN MUSEUM: Yes it is.
WA: What does it say to you?
GIM: It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity, like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void, with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless bleak straightjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
WA: What are you doing Saturday night?
GIM: Committing suicide.
WA: What about Friday night?
GIM: [leaves silently]

+ the obligatory sexual quote:
WOODY ALLEN: I wonder if she even had an orgasm over the entire two years we were married? Or did she fake it that time?

Brilliant.

IESSO

Saturday, September 17, 2005

ALL-NATURAL, EXTRA-SWEET ASIAN-PUNK-CAVEMAN JUICE

Fruit&Veg-Drink

I bought this fruit and vegetable juice the other day, which by the way was pretty good but it had a strange marketting tool, on the side was a dude with the craziest costume ever, he was punk and caveman combined. It was weird. If only I could speak Taiwanese I could understand what it was all about, but just looking at it, it makes no sense.

I'm Elliott Scott, appearing somewhat racist on the surface, but deep down not really, just niaive and shallow; signing off.

PS. The photos dont do justice to the craziness of the image. The guy has a crazy hair style and is wearing fur clothes with a bone and tooth necklace. CRAZY! Good juice though!

KNEE ON LIGHTS

Surfers

Lame lame lame. Anyway went for a bit of a cruise in Lindseys new car (Lindsey is the guy on the right, other guy is Tanner), and not being much of a car person I took photos. We went through Surfers and I took some photos of the lights. I like lights. I love lamp. Shiny bright pretty colors. Ooohhh. Aaaah. And this is the worlds worst collage from said photos. The camera has a really small lense which requires long exposure times to capture the light, hence the blurriness. Plus the car was totally shaking. Gimme a break. You guys are WAY too judgmental.

Later on in the night we were invited to someones birthday party. I think it was a friends friends sisters birthday. Oh man it was an awkward situation; Sweet 16. We're 22 by the way... so it was not cool. Luckily there were other people our age and the girls could do there thing while we were in the living room playing cards. So it was all ok. I didn't get arrested.

Oh an also the 16 year old boys were funny, they kept shaking our hands, I guess because they were trying to be men, and that's what men do. But holy crap they had weak handshakes. It was funny. I know it's silly but I totally judge a person based on their handshake, its got to be just right or I don't trust them. These kids were limp-wristed and weak... they must have been intimidated by my awesomeness and rugged masculine manliness or something equally as bizarre.

Um... yeah, I'll just quit while I'm ahead on this topic.
IESSO

Friday, September 16, 2005

WHAT? ME TIRED?

See the thing about yesterday was that when I left for work at 7am I had already been awake for 20 hours, so it was bound to be a long day.

I went out on a nice date with UNG, and we had fun and it was nice and intimate at the place we went to (Garuva: They had indoor tents! and we had cake and icecream and Mai Tais' for dinner!!) and it was nice. But then we caught the train home(s). Which was ok in theory, we had to cut the night short because she had to be home at a certain time, which is fine I guess, but whatever. We caught the 9.30 all-stops train to Beenleigh with her needing to get off at one of the stations before that...

We were going fine untill we got to Kuraby. Apparently one of the powerlines snapped and the train could go no further. We had to exit the train and wait in the cold (good snuggling opportunity) for 40 minutes. It was also raining.

40 minutes later the train arrived. We got on. There was another 20 minute delay on the tracks while they switched tracks or something. We finally got going, she got to her stop, got off and got home (1 1/2 hours late!) I stayed on, passed another station and was delayed again, luckily for only 10-15 minutes.

BedTime

These photo's were taken after UNG got off the train and I was bored/tired. I'm more pretending to be annoyed than actually being annoyed. Why? To create 'atmosphere' and 'tension' of course. Sexual tension; naturally.


I finally got home at 12.15 and was freakin tired. 37 hours of being awake kills me. Especially when it's freakin cold and raining and I am not looking forward to walking for 45 minutes in said conditions. I asked few people for rides, no such luck and walked home. Some people had a change of heart and drove out of their way to give me a ride. So nice of them. It was warm and comfy in the car and I got home at 12.30. Cool.

So overall a grand adventure. I had a lot of fun. Despite the crazy circumstances. Point being: If I was alone this adventure would have sucked! It's amazing how much of a difference another person can make. Awesome.

IESSO

Ps. I got a few emails from people:

Dermo sent me a link to this dude who is way disgruntled with society but entirely funny. Check out his homepage HERE or my favourite page HERE, which is him trash-talking artwork by children. Don't worry, he gives them a fair grade ranging from A to F, so it's not entirely without merit.

Someone else sent me an email 'letting me know' that he used my artwork in a magazine. Which was flattering, but also kinda strange becuase he didn't actually ask to use it. You can download it for yourself HERE.

For the record, that's 3 people in the last week asking to use photos I uploaded onto Stock.xchange. Which is cool, but strange becuase A) Why all of the sudden? and B) They're sh*tty photo's anyway.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

THORPEY SAYS IT'S FULLY SICK!

EPA-Products

It is totally awesome when your crappy work makes the leap from crappy InDesign/Illustrator/Photoshop file to actual crapy flesh and blood [ok; paper] products! YAY! 'Specially when they're fun things like Murtle the Turtle for the EPA! I can't wait for the t-shirts to be printed. They will rock!

IESSO

I HEART LUCY

love_lucy

Let's talk LUCID DREAMING again. It's been a hell of a long time since my last post about them, and coincidentally a long time since I had one, weird huh? Anyway I had one last night. Well actually this morning, but whatever....

Firstly it started off as standard dream (weird but me not having any control) I was in charge of screening A Life Aquatic to a test audience and disaster ensued; the audience was a bunch of hillbillies and didn't care about the movie, I think there was a war or something, none of the technical equipment worked, etc etc..

Yeah there was a war, NO, wait it was a horse race, but it was in apalling conditions, I ended up dragging the horse through the snow and rain and sleet over the line... And because I was dragging it I ended up grinding it away, as well as my hands (but luckily it was too cold for me to feel pain, or care) and that's when I realised I was dreaming. I did my standard test; flying, and it worked real well. I'm totally getting better at flying. And I can totally get the texture of objects right, but the storylines are still uncontrolable.

In fact they were so uncontrollable that I gave up doing whatever it was I was doing and went home. Except that it was my old home in WA and that it was now in Tuscany.. Anyway I told my parents that I was dreaming and they wouldn't believe me. I kept doing cool things to prove to them; like flying, making money appear and controlling their movements but they didn't really understand. They kept asking me if I woke up would I still be able to make money? I told them now was their chance to do cool things too, but they weren't interested.

I told my brother all this as well and he was excited. And for some reason we ended up getting the hillbillies to watch Life Aquatic and Bill Murray was really happy.

Then I heard footsteps and woke up.
Pretty crazy huh? Anyone wanna interpret that? No? Well ok...

IESSO

PS. For those who care: WHAT I HAD FOR DINNER LAST NIGHT:
- Ham + Cheese Sandwich
- Knackwerst + Saurkraut
- Leftover Curry
- 2 x Bannana muffins
- Apple Juice
- LOADS of sugar during the day! LOADS!

PPS> No, I'm not randomly listing what I ate, I had this theory that the food you eat effects and/or affects your dreams. Well it's not my theory actually, but I can't remember whose it was, so it might as well have been mine. Yeah, that's right!

PPPS. While trying to find a good image of a stripper (see comments to understand why I'm doing this) I found a site where you can hire male strippers and then perform sexual favours on them. Now call me crazy, or old-fashioned but A) Isn't that kinda weird, fellating a stranger in front of other girls B) Aren't some of the girls in relationships [LIKE THE BRIDE-TO-BE], C) It seems kind of unhygenic and lastly and most importantly D) How does that sound like fun? Again call me crazy, and in no way do I not think it's a great concept for people to 'give this little acts of love' or even lust, but the person GIVING is the one doing the work, not the person RECIEVING... These dudes are being paid in more ways than one. I don't understand... No mutual gain in any way... clearly I don't really have any idea what I'm talking about, but it seems like it would be a lot of work...

PPPPPS. I totally had a link to the site but I took it down because I didn't want to been seen endorsing such a site, which for the record I don't, and off the record I also don't... so if you happened to see my site and follow the link before I removed it, and were offended, despite my warnings, I am sorry. Oh and also.. you are an idiot. I told you it was material of a sensitive nature and that you wouldn't want to see it... but no, you didn't listen did you?

ONLY IN AMERICA, or quite possibly Canada...

COLA-Challenge

We took the Cola Challenge!!!!! today with unsuprising results. The glasses were filled with cola and the names of the contents hidden from us. We were told to fill out a peice of paper saying which was which, and sure enough we were 100% correct. Coke was my preferred choice, while my dad liked Pepsi, but regardless of preference we knew exactly which was which. Pepsi is sweeter than coke, but less fizzy, and both are sweeter and have more flavour and carbonation than the generica 'Brand X' cola.

I was actually quite suprised though, the difference between Coke and Pepsi aren't as obvious as I thought. It really depends on which one you drink first. I drank Pepsi first so initially Coke seemed sweeter, but after later tasting I settled on my final and correct answer.

So there you go. Total losers. It's awesome!

IESSO

PS. I'm sorry I haven't posted so much as of late, in case you hadn't realised I haven't been feeling so cheerful this last week. I'm not sure why, but yeah, not the best... So I haven't really done anything worthy of publishing (other than this AWESOME challenge of course) Hopefully next week will be better. PPS. Totally pissed Sebastian off this week because of my poor attendance at work [2 days off, late 2 days, still have friday to go] HUZZAH!

PPPS. I'm once again the veiwer of the 1000th ... um... thingo? Anyway, YAY! 5000! That's like half a million right?! WOW. Although I must confess that I did add to that number; everytime I upload, modify or delete something from the site the number goes up... so it's really about 4500, but don't tell anyone...

5000

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

IN MY DEFENCE

A quick word about the new look; "Why so feminine?" you might ask, to which I would reply'; "Why not?" ... oh and also I just watched an episode of Changing Rooms, so my mind has melted.

Monday, September 12, 2005

POST 450, the cop-out post

I keep having nightmares. Every time I've gone to sleep for the last 4-5 nights I've woken up in terror. It's not fun. Any suggestions? Explanations?

IESSO?

PS. I think my parents are going crazy. They seem to have lost the sense of 'appropriate time'. If they have a thought, they say it, no matter when it is, or how annoying it is because they've already said fifty things. Case in point; I went home yesterday early because I wasn't feeling well and as soon as I stepped in the door my parents asked if I wanted panadol, food, drink, anything, 'no thanks, i just want to go to sleep', they asked me again if i wanted things, told me about their day and generally stopped me from sleeping. That's fine I guess, at least they care about me, but when I finally fell asleep, there was a knock at the door, my mom told me she bought some ham for lunches. Yeah, cool, but maybe it could wait till morning?

PPS. I checked my listings with Technorati. I'm ~#255,000th best web log in the world! YAY? So maybe if you like my site, link to here and let me know you've done so, so I can send you your bribe money. Thanks.

TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME

Baseball

Here are the photo's from our day of baseballing fun. I had to sort of pick and choose what goes in, and what gets the boot, so please feel free to kick my lily ass. I selected photos based on visual appearance and content. Blah blah blah.

It's kinda late, I think I might get some sleep. See ya'll.

I'm Elliott Scott, who somehow affects a southern drawl when he's tired, signing off.

PS. Yes, I totally throw like a girl. And a wussy, limp-wristed girl at that!

Sunday, September 11, 2005

EARTH, FIRE, WIND, WATER.... oh and heart too...

CaptainPlanet

Ok, so most of you might not know but Linus and I are big Captain Planet fans. Well as much as one can be in this day and age. You know what I'm talking about right? Captain Planet, big blue guy with a green mullet, 'Our powers combine', etc etc...

Anyway I somehow followed the links to the CP site on IMDB and guess what? There were some pretty big (relatively) actors of the time doing voices for the show. And here I am thinking it was some B-Grade obscure TV show. NOPE! Check out these names:

LeVar Burton (of Star Trek fame [the guy with the glasses!])
Whoopi Goldberg
Ed Asner
Ed Begley Jr
James Coburn
Tim Curry
Phyllis Diller
Danny Glover
Jeff Goldblum
Helen Hunt
Meg Ryan
Martin Sheen
Jessica Simpson
and MORE!

Ok, so some of those names are not entirely huge, but they were! I think the phrase 'icon fused' applies now more than any other time in human history. Yep. That's right. Follow the links to the IMDB page, maybe the images will refresh your memories of who these crazy cats are.

4 Years

Apple

Being September 11th I thought I might say a few words. Hurricane Katrina was was horrible too, but being a natural disaster it's a bit harder to blame a specific person. But that's not what I'm about here; blaming, no, I just wanted to say that despite the risks of life and limb, either from Al Queda, other extremist forces, or from good-ol-fashioned NY muggings, I still am gonna go the the big Apple. She's-a-callin' and I can't resist her sweet siren song of boiling hotdogs, trash cans being knocked over by dogs, sirens, taxi's honking and middle aged Italian cliches yelling "Ehh, shut-up would ja?!"

It's gonna be awesome.

March my friend, MARCH! And for those of you wondering; yes, I will keep the blog going. In fact, it might actually be interesting! Not so... um... mondayne! YAY

IESSO

PS. Oh man! I am so clever, with the semi-literal image posting. Dang the cheat to the max!

Saturday, September 10, 2005

UPDATES AND OTHER SUCH CLICHES

I'll be posting in number form today, hope that's alright. A lot of crap has gone down since a few days ago, here it is:

1. Pissed Sebastian off, but had fun nonetheless playing BASEBALL! It was good times. Had. By. ALL. *Photo's will be uploaded soon enough. Chillax.

2. My dad went into the hospital yesterday for some minor, but stressful surgery. My parents were freakin out, talking about death and all that scary stuff, and were getting a bit annoyed because I wasn't scared. But I knew everything would be ok, and it was. So that's good. He's home now recovering.

3. Because I was at the hospital I couldn't finish my work for the EPA, and had to get Marlene to do it (well actually she must have volunteered, which was really nice!) and Soryi had to do the project we were BOTH supposed to do. I just wanted to say thanks! And tell them that I REALLY appreciate them picking up the slack that I left behind. It really means a lot to me!!

4. My parents got mad at me and made me feel really guilty for not being able to save money. This is a complicated issue, with much layers of pain, so I don't really feel like going into it, suffice to say that they're not happy with me, and take it as a personal insult. They always take things personally, which makes it so much worse! And they tend to muddle up issues, and don't see things as seperate problems, and SOMEHOW seem to bring their parents into the coversation/arguments. So anyway feeling like sh*t.

5. Tanner came by to cheer me up/distract me/offer an escape from the house. Good stuff. We had a 2-person LAN party. My FIRST LAN party. For those of you who don't know LAN parties are basically where nerds get together and play video games for a while. We played some World War 2 shooting games. Nothing releives stress like the muted screams of Nazi's fleeing in terror. Well, it's true!

MyFirstLANparty
*Excuse the poor image quality. I left my camera at work, and I only had my phone.

6. Will be going to the beach and doing other fun things [like mini-golf] with Tanner and his GF. Also with the UNG. Which will hopefully be fun. It's a bit cold, but it might be nice in the sun. MIGHT. We'll see.

IESSO

PS> Sorry about today's post being so weak. And about not offering anything fun this week. It's been a bit like that. Not the best. On an unrelated note; I'll be finishing work at LiveWorm soon. Getting a bit sick of it, and plus we're getting some new kids in who don't seem so friendly. Hmm. There goes the fun!

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR KICKING

...And that's just what I'll do, one of these days I'm gonna kick the crap outta you...

1226138~Dukes-Of-Hazzard-Daisy-Duke

In all fairness it takes a lot of guts and talent to cover a song... Oh who am I kidding!? The Jessica Simpson cover of the AWESOME Nancy Sinatra song: 'These Boots Were Made for Walking' has GOT to be one of my most hated of songs. It's so bad that I actually posted about something I hate, thus breaking my rule of 'if you ignore it'll go away' (which incidentally is what my ex-wife said). It's just so shit. So generic 'designed by a commitee', throw in some 'modern beats', bikini girls, and voice modulators and add a dash of 'star' power and you've got a hit song. NO! Songs about being a woman in charge shouldn't be wispered. NO! It's just SSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssooooooooooo horrible I boggles my mind. I spin myself into a dizzy rage just thinking about it! AAaaahhhh.

OH MAN! If it was ever possible to delete something from the internet, rather than heap more shit ontot the already flaming fires, I would delete all knowledge of that song cover. In fact, since I'm being all Orwellian here, I might go all out and delete her entirely. That would be awesome. Knowledge is power motherf*ckers!

IESSO

PS. One more rant; T-shirt that say FCUK on them. That really pisses me off too. 'Okay, we get it, it looks like it says FUCK!' Ha ha ha. We get it. One good version however was an Irish version saying FCEK. That was funny.

Monday, September 05, 2005

GREAT SCOTT!

Oustanding

We got 9/10 in the ADVANCED Back to the Future Quiz. Nuff said.

FAMILY TIES

HERE IS A TRANSCRIPT FROM AN EMAIL I SENT TO DERMOT REGARDING A PROBLEM I HAVE WITH MY MOM. ENJOY!

"Dermot

Deep and meaningfuls tonight, so watch out!

Being your age and all I was wondering how your parents treat you. My parents see me as their special little boy, which is fine I guess when they're in a good mood, but when my mom gets depressed (as she often does, and drink 8-9 glasses of wine, and starts crying) being the little boy becomes very difficult. I am forced to tread on VERY thin ice, either I obey her depression and listen to her, nodding and adding 'i'm so sorry' everyone once in a while, or I actually voice my opinions which may be against hers or something she doesnt want to hear, or from the opposite perspective and risk (or rather certainly) having her hate me. Either I get hurt by having her badmouth my father or relatives or whoever, or I hurt her but saying something against her point of veiw.

My mother is not the most understanding of people, she cannot listen to others points of veiws. It makes it EXTREMELY difficult to have an actual conversation with her, without her getting really mad and hold a grudge (which she does so well, everytime we have these talks she HATES me more and more). She says she doesnt want to end up in the same relationship that she has with her mother, never talking and hating each other, but I can see that happening if things keep going like this. If she wants me to listen to her vent that's fine, although I may resent it I can understand the need to talk, but she always forgets that A) i have no idea what she is talking about because she never lets me in B) I'm her son, not her psychiatrist C) If i was her pyschiatrist I would be able to offer counter-points without worrying about it being so deeply personal D) She would value the psychiatrists opions, because she doesnt value mine.

I can never argue with her because she treats me like some dumb kid, or I am terrified that I will upset her, and cause her to hold a grudge, so I dont say anything. So then she doesnt want to talk to me. Which is not good at all.

So tonight she was complaining about my grandparents and how they treated her. I tried to listen for a while not really imputting anything into the conversation and after a few hours I got sick of it and started suggesting things that might make her think. No. She gets mad! And i can hear a hatred in her voice. She can transfer all the hatred she has of her parents onto me. And its not temporary either, it adds up. I snapped and said all the things that ive written above about wanting to be seen as an adult, thus having opinions and that im not a psychiatrist but i will listen, but that she needs to remember that im her son, and things can hurt me...

she got really mad, and i got frustrated, and she thinks that i dont want to listen to her, but i kept insisting that I want to listen, but I also want to help her, but that that wasnt my job, but i would do it anyway, and that i love her, and want her to be happy, but i dont know how to bring her happiness.... etc etc etc...

she said "fine, I wont say anything to you"

I snapped. "No! That's exactly what I dont want to happen.! I want you to talk to me, but I need you to listen to me... etc etc"

"I do listen"
"But you dont listen to my opinions"
"I listen to your opinions ALL the time" *Bitter hatred

I feel like my opinions are not that of a friend or an equal but of a nuasance or a nagging son or someone selfrighteous

She told me I have no idea what Im talking about, and that everything I think is just my perception of reality.

OF COURSE IT IS! What else is there? I want to understand you, but I cant understand unless I can have a conversation and I cant do that unless I ask questions which may be offensive, which of course I cant do.

I dont know what to do or say. I feel torn between many different emotions. Firstly and most importantly I want to help my mother feel happy, BUT I need to be seen as equal or at least someone who's opinions are taken seriously, but in order to have valid opinions I need to understand the situation... etc etc.. basically, it all boils down to my mother holding grudges. I tried talking to her about that and apparently she doesnt. EVERYONE can see them. My dad, my brother, my uncles and aunts, my grandparents, they all see that my mother holds grudges and this pushes people away. I dont want to be pushed away so i dont say anything, therefore not helping her other than mindlessly listening, listening to her repeat herself over and over again, never making progress, just replaying the pain and guilt and anger in her mind.


I dont really expect any opinion, and I am fully aware of the complete amount of hypocrisy inherent in this email. But the difference is i completely and utterly value your opinions, however misguided or unsubstantiated they may be (although they've been pretty dead on so far)

From a terrified, guilt-ridden but also slightly angry
Elliott"

IESSO

PS. If you guys have opinions please let me know...

Sunday, September 04, 2005

POSSIBLY THE BEST BOOK ON THE TOPIC OF TURTLE STACKING

EPA

I've been assigned to do a t-shirt for the Environmental Protection Agency (an alphabet government agency! I'm a spy) anyway they want something for kids. So naturally I did something silly. I really like the turtle (based on the Turtle & The Hare tale; the turtle enjoys his walk...) The shirt is for their 'Great Walks' program. Anyway the print wraps over the shoulder and has the logo's on the back. I hope they like it.... I do.

IESSO

PS. They also want some stickers and a notebook made up, but I didn't bother posting images of them because they're so similar. Please forgive me. I know you really, really care...

Saturday, September 03, 2005

THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT

We went to my brothers apartment for lunch on fathers day (today) and it was okay. My brother has a knack for insulting me and saying the dumbest things, and generally making everyone feel crap so it wasn't great. It was okay.

We got to talking about acting, and my brother wanting to do said acting...

JOSH: Not everyone goes to uni before becoming an actor...
DAD: Yeah, but you need to learn how to act and become the character and stuff.
ME: You need to get into the roles....
DAD: You can't just say your lines... Anyone can do that. You need to learn how to act..
JOSH: Right, like Australian Idol.
DAD + ME: What?
JOSH: *rolls his eyes, because of our complete lack of knowledge* Nevermind...



Yeah, we're the idiots..

IESSO

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

SHOT CREDIBILITY

The actual tagline for Saw 2 is: "Oh yes. There will be blood."

What the?? I mean come on advertising people! Think a bit more. Unless it's a joke? WAY too lame.... even for me.....
IESSO

NIGHT TERRORS

OH MAN! I just had the worst dream ever. I dreamt I was at work. And that Lana was talking a lot. And that I had a headache.

That's all.


Freakin nightmare of Elm St. proportions that one.
IESSO

A JORB WELL DONE

HL Site

Hyu finished the site we (he) was doing for Helen Lancaster, after many-a-month. Well done to him. It looks really awesome! And she really really likes it too. There are a few bugs that need to be worked out, but other than that a complete success.

Check it out HERE

IESSO

WHERE'S SHERLOCK HOLMES WHEN YOU NEED HIM?

Someone told me something in Khmer (the language of Cambodia) but she didn't tell me what it meant. I've been trying to find a translator on the interweb for many hours now. It's a fun little puzzle to solve, but still, it's starting to get a bit frustrating. Google offers a service where they translate many languages into English, or vice-versa but not Khmer. It wouldn't really bother me except they have a service that converts any and all web pages to KLINGON! but none to Khmer. Or Yiddish/Hebrew for that matter. KLINGON! That's not even a real language! Ugg....

IESSO

PS. I need one of the following people to help me with this one: Sherlock Holmes, Indiana Jones, Doc Brown or Macguyver. Shirley one of them would be able to translate it for me. I asked about 30 people through Skype, but no such luck.

MAD FOLD-IN STYLINS'

Admissions

Here's the final CONCEPT design for the QCA Admission pamphlet I'm doing. This is only the cover, but heh, it's something. I didn't wanna bother putting the whole thing up, but copyright and laziness stopped me. The inside's got this mad fold-in style image which together. For those of you who don't 'get' the concept it's working with the Laft Brain-Right Brain theory, and by going to an art college we embrace or right brain way of thinking... or was it left?? Anyway yeah, hope they like it, even though I have my doubts.

A quick note about the colors: The brown is supposed to be less brown and more grey, but the monitor cant display pantone colors very well (pantones are a different type of color system, which is mucho differento from the normal inks like cyan, magenta, yellow and black... but thats too boring to type up... take my word for it)

IESSO

PS. When I typed the post I thought the image was really hard to see, but looking at it now, the image is pretty obvious and my post seems really patronising. Sorry about that...

Monday, August 29, 2005

PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON OUR POOR AND WRETCHED SOULS

Smurf-it!

The lovely little Smurf song, performed so horribly wrong.

"Singed" by: Elliott, Elvira and Jen
Filmed by: Lana
Click HERE to follow the links to Smurfsong heaven (or hell)
[UPDATE: Sorry guys, but we've got to wait for the video to be approved by the 'Archive Curator' before we can watch it. That apparently takes 1-2 days...]

Sunday, August 28, 2005

KOALA TEE

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This is payback for not posing. We're sorry, but we love ya!

Saturday, August 27, 2005

CRUMBS of THOUGHT. Or perhaps THUMBS of CROUGHT

On an unrelated note did you know that the Mr Fusion addition to the Back to the Future time machine was based on a coffee grinder from Krups? Neither did I, but it totally was.

Mr-Fusion-Krups

See?

Also, working on a Lichtenstein stencil. I'm post an image or two soon....

IESSO

PS. BEST WEBSITE EVER! Searching for a sound effect? Trying to hear a French police siren, or the sound of a tram bell? Well look (or listen as it were) no further than FindSounds-dot-com! YAY!

PPS. DON'T SAY YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING A SUSS COMMENT. But don't you think the game 'Heads Down, Thumbs Up' is a great euphemism for oral sex? I sure do. Another childhood game ruined. Success.

PPPS. Listening to multiple cover versions of 'When Doves Cry' and reading the archives of one of my favorite blogs. Here is one of her quotes that I thought particularly amusing at this time of night (11.30pm): "One more thing. Whatever happened to the days when you could end an argument by huffily saying, "Good day, sir!"

PPPPS. T'aking a page from Mimi I turned my home phone number into a word. WOW! What fun. KLO1RAK0. My mobile number is much less fun. 0G0B1XYUBO. Make-a-no-sense-a. I'm suddenly Italalian-a! ??-a

PPPPPS. A neutron walks into a bar.
He says, "Hey, how much for a beer?"
The bartender says, "For you, no charge."

PPPPPPS. If I was ever going to do a giant image combining two pop culture artist/icons/styles, this'd shirley be it. Or at least what it'd look like. This is not very big. YET!

Lichtenstein-Warhol

PPPPPPPS. BEST COLORS. EVER! Cyan, Magenta, Yellow and Black. So nice. So very nice. So pure or something. Damn you crazy primary school color system. Red, Blue, Yellow. Just seems so unnatural and gross. Cyan and Magenta are da booms.

PPPPPPPPS. BEST POSTING SYSTEM EVER! The post-script. Neatly sidesteps the need for literal thought and cohesion between those icky things called paragraphs. And totally looks less lazy than a numbering list type dealie. HA! The perfect scam.

PPPPPPPPPS. According to Freud (a relative of mine, by the way!) I have a major oral fixation because I was never breast fed. Which is why I chew pens (PENS! notice the lack of 'i') and smoke and etcetera. And why I'm so obsessed with other mouth related things like talking, kissing and of course dirty-nasty-kinky oral sex. Like. Duh. But anyway let's all get psycho-analytical on you ass. Which reminds me, you can't spell analytical, or psycho-analytical without ANAL. Ha! Read into that one Freud. Oh you did already? What? I'm in love with my mother?! And father!? Damn you, damn you to the max. I said good-day sir!

I GETS IT!


Ricks-Cafe-Americain
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.
I've got a nice juicy post to put up soon, I'm just waiting for some photos. If you have them feel free to email them! Jen had a party last night and it was fun. The photos are goofy as hell. Good stuff.

In the meantime: I watched Casa Blanca again. Its been about 10 years since I last saw it and was bored out of my mind then, but this time it all made sense. Good movie. The ending was unlike any other movie at the time, and is still different from most movies to this day. Well done.

Best lines:

"Play it Sam, play 'As Time Goes By'"

"Here's looking at you kid"

"This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship"

"Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life"

"I may not know much about anything, but the problems between you and me don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world"

"Round up the usual suspects"

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine."

"We'll always have Paris"

... I mean come on! Those are some of the most famous lines from American cinema, and they're all from one movie! It's crazy.

On that note: Here's some more famous movie lines.

IESSO

Friday, August 26, 2005

POP ART or GRAFFITI?

I am working on some more stencils incorporating the concept of street art. I'm taking a rather literal approach by using images of popular and famous artwork from America at the moment, but I might branch out to other countries. Perhaps even Australia, if I can figure out what world famous images there are. So no, probably not.

Anyway I've only drawn 2 so far, not cut them out or anything, but I have plans to do a Warhol and a Litchenstein, a Rockwell, a Hopper and even a Pollock stencil. The first two listed might be in color if I can make the effort, so no, probably not.

STENCIL-American-Gothic

STENCIL-Whistlers-Mother

Keep checking the blog for updates of this nature.

IESSO

PS. Be warned: The next post is somewhat melancoly, so if you don't wanna read something like that, skip ahead.

PPS. If you have no idea which artists I'm reffering to it's ok, you'll totally still recognise the images. They're pretty famous. Also I'd appreciate some suggestions. Particularly American artists. But others are ok too.... I might do a Mona Lisa, even though she's been done to death. The slut.

PPPS. I've been addicted to Technorati's listing of my performance. Guess what? I'm ranked 284,000th best blog in the world! WOW! So if you wanna add a link to me in your blog, go right ahead, it'll totally improve my ratings. WOOT!

PPPPS. And now for the melancoly post:

Thursday, August 25, 2005

THINGS

I got a letter from my ex-girlfriend today. It wasn't a bad letter. It was good I guess. But it's made me think. Actually it didn't. I'm only thinking about things now because it really had no emotional impact on me at all. It made me happy I guess, but that's about it.

I have absolutely nothing to say about her. But I have this nagging feeling that I should write something.

I wanted to talk to the unamed girl about this, but what is there to say? Nothing really. i wanted to talk to my friends instead but again there isn't anything to say. I really am nuetral about the whole thing, which freaks me out. if this was a year ago I'd probably be relapsing into the downward spiral of pain i knew so well, but im not.

I'm happy with my life at the moment. I'm doing some design work that people are happy with [and sometimes I am too], I've got a positive outlook on life, with the possibilities and potential to back it up. There is a girl that I really like. Things aren't too bad. So what's with this empty feeling I have in my soul?

Maybe it has to do with 'the meaning of life'. I don't feel right. I'm overwhelmed with things that are working for me, and have the potential to blossom into total awesomeness, but why then do I feel that something is wrong? I wish my shrink was here. Is a career the meaning of life? Love? A family? I don't know. Surely there is something more than these things. Even contentness with your own being seems to simple. Surely striving for an inattainable goal is better than reaching a goal and being happy with that. But that seems to pesimistic. Too sad to try your whole life to do something and ultimately fail.

As I've said I'm not happy with my design work. I can do better, and I will do better. But that's not all life is. So what about love then? Love seems to be much more important that a career. if you have love, it doesnt matter what you do. someone who loves you and is in love with you makes you blind to everything else. But that seems to naive.

And besides, my career has some potential to grow, as does my current [unamed and vaguely defined but nontheless wonderful] relationship. So why do I feel so strange? Maybe I need to take my meds. Its been a few days.


Please forgive me for this post. I dont want to upset anybody. I just needed to share my emotions. This blog was originally my online journal, replacing the now defunct physical journal. I hate the self-censorship i have to place on it, especially keeping it from the eyes of unamed persons. But some information needs to be written down, and this is the place for it.

IESSO

PS. Having a crappy day. Linus makes a list of good things on his bad day, so here it goes:

BAD

1. Didn't show up to work today, Sebastian is annoyed and worse; disappointed.
2. Got an email from Amanda, bummed out a bit.
3. Made someone catch the wrong train and then that lead to missing her train, and then catching another wrong train and eventually stretching the travel time to 3 hours instead of 45 minutes. Feel guilty as hell.
4. Dont feel worthy of going to a party we were supposed to go to tonight.
5. Generally miserable.

GOOD

1. Doing some good work at Liveworm, my portfolio is getting better and better.
2. Nice to hear Amanda is doing well, even if it does remind me we have nothing to talk about.
3. Good to spend time with a certain someone. Enjoy every second with her.
4. Not dead?

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

OH MY GOD, I WAS WRONG, IT WAS EARTH ALL ALONG, YOU FINALLY MADE A MONKEY, yes we finally made a monkey, YOU FINALLY MADE A MONKEY OUT OF MEEEEeeeeee!

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So, what do ya reckon? My first serious attempt at stencil art. I like them. Hope you do too. I might look into selling some shirts and bags and stuff, but that all depends on interest and costs. So if you want one, let me know. Or if you wanna request a design, that's cool too. No extra charge!


IESSO

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

CHOCOLATE CHIP or PEANUT BUTTER?

I went out with Tanner tonight to catch up and check out some cool bars. We succeded in the first, but being the Gold Coast inevitably failed the second. Anyway when we were out we were talking about some sort of crap, paying each other out for being gay or whatever, you know, the kinda stupid things guys do. Here's the best line from our conversation:

ME: Oh yeah! Well I'm not the one walking through the park with a gay guy!


Dammit I'm a fool.

Also on a similar silly talking topic. The two Japanese girls got back from buying their dinner. (For those of you who don't know, they're quite girly-girly with the giggling and cutesy voices and the whatnot, so anything they say is invariably taken in the wrong context)

AKANE: Want to eat my cookie? (with a sheepish grin)
ME: Uh, are you hitting on me? (shocked and confused)


Weird.
That's it for tonight. I guess you had to be there!

IESSO

PS. Welcome Dermot to the magical happy land of posting comments. Its nice to finally have you with us.

PPS. I don't mind so much substituting numerals for letters for aesthetic reasons, eg. D£RM0+ It's changing in a literal context that annoys me, eg. 'Homes 4 Living'. Eye-roll central baby!

PPS. I totally fell asleep on the train when I was meeting Tanner. At Beenleigh station I was thinking 'I might just... rest.... my eyes for a ... second' and then suddenly! 'What the hell!?' (phones ringing) 'Oh crap! I fell asleep on the train. ... blah blah blah'. Luckily the next station wasn't too far off course and Tanner met me there instead. He actually beat the train to the station. Which is nothing to balk at.

PPPS. Thought of another much-hated word, but I forgot what it was. So theres that bit of info for ya to chew on.

PPPPS. I love... lamp.

PPPPPS. I got me the mostest cool project EVER! It's (yet another) artist flyer/brochure/catalogue but for an exhibition in Shangdong CHINA! Wow, I can go to China. Well not quite, but it is in Chinese. I'm excited ever if no-one else is. That's cool! I am designing something in Chinese!!!! AWESOME!

Monday, August 22, 2005

A LITTLE BIT ELITIST

Ok, so you can accuse me of being elitist, or if you want, being a hypocrite because of my casual writing style BUT I do have some merit to my following statements.

I’ve finished reading The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, and was somewhat disappointed. The story was fine, and the subject matter was extremely interesting, but overall it lacked a certain something. There was no subtlety to it, no style no grace. His storyline was simple and dare I say crude. Nothing exciting really happened, it didn’t feel like a story, rather a vehicle to put it subject in context.

Now don’t get me wrong, in NO WAY could I write a better novel. I am no writer, I am just saying I’m disappointed, especially since it’s the topic of EVERYONE and everything. I’ve seen countless TV shows about the subject matter, which is the main element to his novel, which by the way; most dispute the accuracy of his ‘facts’. I just don’t think it’s worthy of the praise it’s receiving. It’s a popular book, not nessesarily a good book.

On the topic of books leads me to another equally pointless note. How many stories are there? It seems like only a small handful, and the rest are retellings of the same thing. For example; Alice in Wonderland, and Frankestein. Now lets look at George Orwell’s ‘1984’, which by the way I think is an amazing book. You can definitely draw some parallels between ‘1984’ and ‘Frankenstien’. You all gasp!? Yes, it’s true. Frankenstien is basically about a monster created by man, unleashed on the world, and in the end leads to his own downfall. Frankenstien creates his monster, lets it loose on the world, and it kills him in the end (spoiler, sorry). In ‘1984’ the monster is The Party (The Communist Party by the way) and it is created by men. It is let loose on the world (capitalism is banned and the worlds 3 superpowers; Eurasia, East Asia and Oceania are all Socialist states). The monster grows powerful and greedy and all-consuming and in the end destroys it’s creaters (by killing the human spirit).

But you can argue that Frankenstien is more than that, it’s about acceptance and compassion and longing to be understood. Yeah, ok, I concede it’s that too. But ‘Godzilla’ is this story, so is Jurassic Park, so are most monster movies.

Another example; ‘Alice in Wonderland’. How many examples of this are there?! Millions. Although I can’t really think of any off the top of my head. ‘Spirited Away’? Well what is ‘Alice’? It’s a young character who goes to a mysterious land full of wonder (sorry about the literal translation there) and experiences all sorts of wonder, but wakes up and it was all a dream. Or was it!? ‘The Wizard of Oz’, ‘The Matrix’, ‘Alien’ (you all gasp again? Doesn’t Ripley fall asleep at the end of the film and when she awakes she’s not sure if it was real. I guess she is sure, but there are never any remains [don’t argue with me on this one!])

BUT the worst offender is ‘The Matrix’. It has both stories wrapped up in it. The monster is of course the robots and machines and stuff, which ultimately destroy most of the human race and current way of life. At the same time they just wanted to be accepted (via The Animatrix films) and of course they were created by man. ALSO Alice is not so sublety used in the the first film; The White Rabbit tattoo, eating the pills, the mirror and of the characters actually mentioning the story. And of course there is that whole waking up analogy and not being sure if it was real or not.

So I’m not really sure if I have a point or not, but I THINK I might.

Speaking of ‘1984’ reminded me of a conversation yesterday and many times in the past, about the death of the English language. If this is a single pet-peeve of mine, it’s that phone/SMS/chatroom text or replacing numbers for words (LOL, ROFL, B4, CUL8RM8) they’re not only annoying but insulting. I understand the need for it, it shorten the character count, reducing the cost, that’s fine, it’s the use of it on signage, on TV, in everyday language, even in books! Space is not an issue, don’t patronize me by trying to be modern. Young people don’t appreciate it. I don’t think. It might be cool at the moment but it continues or gets worse we may loose something important in our language; intricacy. I love that we have a thousand words for the same thing, or that a single word can mean multiple things, or that a single sound have multiple spellings. It makes it exciting, it gives me pride to be able to use these different words (don’t say it, don’t! I do use the proper words when I want to). What I’m saying is; if we continue to simplify the language to make it ‘more accesessable’ to the younger generations then we will loose the pride in our language. If everyone can speak at the same level (a lower level) how will we distinguish intelligence? How will we have pride in what we say and how we say it? AND if some people hold on to the current language they will instantly be the upperclass, looking down upon the masses. They will be the Inner Party and the Outer Party, you will all be Proles. Have fun, suckers!

The reason I bring this all up is because we’re working on a logo for a company called ‘Homes 4 Living’. It makes me cry. Not only does it have letter/number substitution, it also has a really lame and obvious sort of name. IDIOTS!

Ok, my rant is done now. I can’t believe you ate the whole thing.
I’m Comrade Scott, signing off.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

WITH ENVIOUS EYES

Someone I know got I brand new 15' Powerbook today. I was there when she got it, and damn it's cool. I totally want one. That's all for today, I know I promised the UN10 book, but quite frankly I forgot. And besides I doubt you really care anyway. You greedy bastards.... All you really want are dumbass images or insights into my lame life.

IESSO

PS. I'm just kidding, I love you all. Especially YOU

PPS. This is perhaps the worlds best AND worst nerdy-typo joke, EVER!
Bean-Counter
Ouch, after that one I dont think I EARNED the right to buy a new Powerbook. I might have lost my Powerbook status. Anyone want my current one?

UN10-Inside-PRINT02

there you go guys, the AWESOME! Uni10 Book. .... Unfortunately there are some sort of size restrictions so it's a bit small.

Friday, August 19, 2005

AN INSULT TO MILLIONS or a cool masthead, you decide...

I sure hope the new masthead makes sense. I translated from the widget in Tiger. Someone please tell me what it says....
Finished the UN10 book, FINALLY. Post up a finished copy tomorrah. Watch this space.

IESSO

PS. !!!!! R O S E b .. u .... d .....
Rosebud

Yes, I will re-draw the hand.... It isn't very awesome welles at the moment!

Thursday, August 18, 2005

OH, SO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME DO YA?

ADAM: Do you want some condoms?
ME: Uh, no thanks, I'm fine.
ADAMS: Oh ok, well I bought some the other day and they're too small for me.
ME: Yeah, gee, thanks.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

ANOTHER LAME TEE-SHIRT

Tee-Shirt

Yep. The idea worked a bit better in my head. Not much, but a bit. I might give it another go when I'm feeling less annoyed, aggrevated, agitated, a..... ? whatever. You know what I mean.

Yeah, so it was my brothers birthday. And as usual when my family gets together the stress levels were high. My parents seem to have this knack of getting really angry and bitter, but not actually mean to be, and don't mind when they're annoyed. So I don't think they were actually pissed off, but it seemed that way, and wasn't that fun.

And also I had a massive headache and didn't take my pills so I was feeling kinda crappy. So their usual antics kinda got me in a bad mood. But I was trying to be nice to my brother and I hope he had a good day despite our stupidity.

We went to a resturant in a hotel and it was nice, but getting there was a bitch! The elevators were f*cking up. People were crowding into them and whenever someone pressed the button the doors would open. The people inside were getting annoyed. The people outside just didn't get it, they kept pushing the button and the doors kept opening. We did this for about 5 minutes. All the while my rage was building. Finally I blurted out: "Use another f*cking elevator!". My family looked at me shockedly. The people in the elevator were embarrassed/annoyed and the old people outside of it looked at me unapprovingly.

I tend to have a short temper when I'm not feeling good + stressed + flustered from hanging with my parents + generally. Remember the great 'Passion of the Christ' disaster? Yeah, try ready the old post.

IESSO

PS. For the guys and gals at the worm: yeah, my brother liked the shirt. Good thing too... cuz he hated everything else. 'Cept the money. Gots to love money.
PPS. I'm totally not a golfer, but I figure the generic quirkiness involved, coupled with the pants might make it work on Threadless. If I redo it that is....

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

NO GARY, I'M ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU

Gary

Went to lunch with Unamed Girl (who will be called UNG from now on [and also prefers not to be talked about in the blog, so I'll be sticking to events rather than feelings-type-things when it comes to her]) We went to the park to escape the stress of work, which is actually pretty damn stressful at the moment. It was nice to relax and enjoy time with someone interesting/exciting/other good things.

While we were there we saw a pigeon with some string tied to his foot. Poor little guy. I haven't seen a bird bound like that since I was working my way through Thailand (sorry one of my favourite things to say, along with 'That's what my ex-wife said'. I've never worked my way through Thailand) ANYWAY We tried desperately for about an hour trying to capture him. First we tried just grabbing him. Then luring him with food. They didn't work. I took off my jumper and was going to throw it over him. Some bread crumbs distracted him, and I threw it over him, but he flew away just at the last minute. All we were trying to do was help.

He flew back and we tried again. Eventually he learned that jumper = capture and whenever we even reached for it he'd fly away.

But he always flew back. I hope we can see him again, and help the poor dude. By the way his name is Gary. Dunno why, he just is. Ask his parents why they named him that. I dunno.

So yeah, ya try to help someone out, and what do they do? Eat your food and fly away. Moral of the story, don't do nothin' for nobody.

Speaking of insulting people (what?) Kat came into Liveworm today to 'talk to Sebastian'. She read my blog. And figured out the extremely complex coding system for Kat (K_t) so yeah. She wasn't happy. We worked it out. She apologised for defending Hitler, I apologised for insulting her. BUT still, I must say this; her elitist attitude isn't appreciated, apology or not. BUT with that in mind I am a bit of a jerk, and should maybe stop writing mean things about people.

Maybe.

ANYWAY

It's my little brothers birthday tomorrow (he's turning 19 and is hardly a little kid anymore but I'm stuck in my ways!) so wish him a happy birthday!

IESSO

Sunday, August 14, 2005

MAYBE I NEED A JOB

I can't afford to go to work today. Pretty sad isn't it, especially considering recent events. But yeah, I'm fresh outta money. Like completely. So I dunno what I'm gonna do. Normally I'd ask my parents for some, because they're generous sometimes anc give me money sometimes (But not without a big lecture) but today they're arguing and I don't really wanna interupt that, and ask for money....

IESSO

PS. I was looking up ninja's to find a cool image and I found some wicked professional throwing stars. WHAT?! Who uses professional throwing stars in this day and age? Even assuming you're breaking the law and assasinating someone wouldn't throwing stars be a totally non-subtle way to kill someone. Wouldn't they (the police that is) be able to trace the throwing stars back to you with ease, because shirley throwing stars are not a popular way to kill people and the ratio of throwing star to non-throwing star murders is tiny. I mean come on people! Throwing stars! It's like having professional chewing gum. It does not make sense. What's next? Professional balaclavas? Or professional bags with giant dollar signs on them?

"For the cliche bank-robber with pride and integrity comes the new Professional Series Balaclava! And why not complete the package with the new Professional Series Money Bag, now with giant dollar sign in an easy to read sans-serif font. Only from Hacme"

That would be awesome!

INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE, INSANE IN THE BRAIN (or how I learned to stop sleeping and love the worm)

Todays was a long day! OH MAN was it!

Working on the ol' UN10 catalog, or as my peep's call it: Uno. And luckily it's nearly done! WOOT! I left work at 11.30 tonight after finishing laying out the text, doing all the illustrations, the crazy titling! the ... uh... other stuff (Shirley there was more than that!?) but anyway it took like 10 hours but its nearly done. Alls I gots to do now is inssert some photograph montages and we'll be cooking with gas.

Wow. Catchphrases abound!

I also managed to do some of the artist catalog I've been assigned much to the disatisfaction of some, and it's looking good to. I'd post screen grabs of these things but A) I am far too lazy and B) I cant anyway cuz theyre at work fool!

Ok, bed time. Gotta get up in 4 hours.. sigh.

IESSO

PS. Somehow I got lost of my primary blogging objective here tonight: I was trying to say despite all the work I have to do, and the lack of sleep and the stress and anxiety and all that stuff I'm feeling good. It's amazing how something like liking a girl and having them like me back (I think she does anyway [actually lets just assume she does for the sake of this happiness buzz I'm on]) can make on my outlook. I guess my shrink is right; I do rely on praise and reassurance to be happy, becuase I can't generate my own feelings of happiness and self worth. Wow. That was a total bummer way to end the post. Nope; how about this? I'm HAPPY! YAY. Deliriously tired, but happy. A bittersweet ending is good enough for me tonight.

PPS. Yes I'll shut up about being happy. What's with you Elliott? Either you do nothing more than complain about being sad and lonely, or you gloat and carry-on like some sort of school-girl with some sort of crush of a similar nature. Just be normal! - says you.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

A LITTLE FROM COLUMN A, A LITTLE FROM COLUMN B

Yesterday was a sh*tty day! Everything went wrong. Damn Murphy and his damn laws. Anyway I found out that 3 days before the UN10 project was due that there were some MAJOR changes, basically forcing me to restart it all. Seeing as though it took me a week to get to where I was I wasn't too happy to restart and have only 3 days to do it. But whatever, clients are difficult sometimes, whatever. I had to come in today (saturday, and I'll be in 6.30am tomorrow as well, and all day monday to get this damn thing done). BUT it should be ok.

Unamed girl came in today to keep me company [sort of, her sister needed to use the computer, but for the sake of my self-esteem, we'll say it was for me :) ] I was really hapy to see her. We snuck out for a bit and went to go see an exhibition Kat designed the posters for. Design: not so good, exhition: okay, time spent with Unamed Girl: good. I'm really glad she came in today, it was really nice to have the company, especially hers.

Ok peoples [:P Jen] I have a bit of a confession to make; I am starting to censor myself a bit too much. For example writing Unamed Girl instead of _______, or not writing certain things because I know they'll be reading it. I don't know the solution to my problems, but the more people reading the less I can write. I guess I'll just have to resort to talking about myself all the time. HOORAY!

IESSO

Ps. I shaved my beard off the other day, and everyone at work laughed. Maggie asked who I was. HA! good one Mag's.
PPS. No photo's; camera battery flat.

PPPS. That bit about censorship wasn't intended to be a rant or anything. It came out a lot more annoyed sounding than what I wanted it to be. It's just something on my mind, rather than something I'm fixated on. At any rate I can totally respect the wishes of Unamed Girl for wanting to remain anonymous, it's more to do with writing about other people who read the site. Primarily people I don't like, such as K_t.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

ONCE IN A WHILE

I'm having a lazy morning today. It feels pretty good, despite the things I was supposed to do.
1. Go to my Flash class
2. Work on the mountain of projects I've been assigned
3. Go on a date

So maybe that last one was a good thing that I'm skipping, but it's sorta hard to go out somewhere when you're not actually there. At any rate I'm sorry about that 'unamed girl who I wish I could write the name of, but she asked me not to'. Anyway I'll be going into work soon enough, hold yer horses. And besides I am gonna be working the entire weekend on these projects so there. And hopefully Unamed Girl wil be there to keep me company (and work on her own stuff too!) so that'd be nice.

What was the point of this post?! Oh yeah, I'm at home procrastinating. YAY!

IESSO

MY REPUTATION PRECEEDS ME

I APPARENTLY HAVE A BIT OF A REP. FOR MY SEXUAL INNUENDOS, DOUBLE ENTENDRES AND THE LIKE, SO WITH THAT IN MIND:

Jewish Guy

An elderly Italian Jewish man wanted to unburden his guilty conscience by talking to his Rabbi. "Rabbi, during World War II, when the Germans entered Italy, I pretended to be a 'goy" and changed my name from Levi to Spamoni and I am alive today because of it."

"Self preservation is important and the fact that you never forgot that you were a Jew is admirable," said the Rabbi.

"Rabbi, a beautiful Jewish woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans. I hid her in my attic and they never found her."

"That was a wonderful thing you did and you have no need to feel guilty."

"It's worse Rabbi. I was weak and allowed her to repay me for my efforts with her sexual favours."

"You were both in great danger and would have suffered terribly if the Germans had found her. There is a favourable balance between good and evil and you will be judged kindly. Give up your feelings of guilt."

"Thank you, Rabbi. That's a great load off my mind. But I have one more question."

"And what is that?"

"Should I tell her the war is over?"

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

DOES THAT SAY UNI10? UNO? WHAT THE HELL!?

UN10-1

I'm working on a booklet for Griffith University for a program getting kids of disadvantaged backgrounds into the uni system. It's a noble cause, and better than that; I get to have fun doing it! YAY! Experimenting! HOORAH! The only problem, and it's a doozey let me tell you, is that I;ve made it so much more complex than it needed to be, and therefore a heck of a lot more work. And the deadline stays the same. But I've got the designs worked out, all I gots to do now is actually do it. So stop distracting me!

IESSO

PS. A quick word about copyrights, don't steal these images (because they're so awesome I'm worried about plagarism [??] but yeah, if you do, I will f*cking hunt you down like a dawg. And besides, you wouldn't be stealing from me, you'd be stealing from those poor kids. And if you can just make one child smile, it'd all be worth it. Wait, that doesn't make sense. Don't steal! The rights are owned by me; Elliott Scott, Liveworm Studio and Griffith Uni. And Griffith is one bitch you don't wanna mess with!)

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

OF ALL THE BLOGS IN ALL THE WORLD, YOU HAD TO COME WALKING INTO MINE

If you were lucky enough to catch the fleeting post about a girl I like good for you. I was going to say I'm smitten over her. But I actually found what it means; To attack someone violently. And to be really attracted to someone. Weird that words can have such opposite meanings.

Yeah, I'm the latter.

STUPID POINTLESS FUN

At work today Jen asked what my favourite word was. Without missing a beat I told her it was MEANDER. I dunno why, I just like it. It's a cool word. And now, because I can, and also because I'm avoiding writing stuff of importance but is sensitive privvy information, here is a list of my favourite words. See if you can find a pattern in them.

Meander
Riboflavin
Rotunda
Flabbergasted
Nacho
Generic
Retort
Asertain
Simularcra
Prefecture
Presume
Oxymoron
Trapezium
Onomatopoeia
Triceratops
Mesopotamia
Oligarchy
Portabello
Hyperbole
Rasterize*
Rasberry
Rickshaw
Eurasia
Paleo-lithic
Mise-en-scene
and Double Entendre

Presuppose
Friscalating
Cromulent
(Fake words, but still cool!)

Most of 'em have R's and or O's in them. Any other patterns? Multisyllablic?

Post a bunch of your favourite words, and in particular your ABSOLUTE favourite, maybe it will say somethng about you as a person. Meander. Aimlessly meandering through life...
By the way the meaning is unrelated to the liking of the word. Just focus on the sounds of the words. But that probably self-evident. Oh and try to keep it in English if you can, I know, the last 2 words are French, but they're used in English all the time. So there!


IESSO

PS. My favourite word to use in sentences is METHINKS. It sounds like you're a dumbass, but really you're not.

PPS. For extra credit points tell me what words you don't like, or even hate! I can't think of any off of the top of my head. Possibly any thing with a Z instead of an S (eg. SkillZ) Or crappy contractions like synergy. They bug me. And lame-ass text messaging words like CUL8R or B4. They really annoy me. Just spend the extra 20cents and write properly! And 'bi-atch'. That annoys me too. And Phish. That really annoys me. 'Happy-snap'. That's a crappy phrase.

* I had to have at least one designish word in there didnt I!? Don't judge me!

Monday, August 08, 2005

PROMISES PROMISES PROMISES

I've got a longer post to write soon, so bare with me here. In the meantime have a ponder with this little nugget of quality thought. A chicken McNugget, and it's got some sweet'n'sour sauce to dip!

BLOG PERFORMANCE ART: I'm been thinking of this idea for a while. Sometimes I post a little entry and then realise I don't really want people to read it, so I delete it a minute later. But sometimes people see it.

What if that was the whole thing. I post things for only a few minutes, maybe an hour, and if people read it cool, if not even better! It's a lot more personal, you can say things that you wouldn't normally say (I really have some cool things to say, but I can't really say them on Mondayne because other people will read. It's a terrible form of self-censorship, and leads to bland posting about safe topics. And that just sucks!) But with this performance blog you can totally avoid all that because the post is fleeting. AND it's got this whole exhibitionist theme: Mondayne puts the info out there for the world to read, but the performance site only flashes the information. You have to catch the post while it's there. A crude and vulgar analogy would be to a flasher opening up their trenchcoat to reveal their nude body, as opposed to a nude beach of Mondayne, with all the info hanging out all the time. Which is more exciting?

Ok, so that's it for now. Just think about it, I reckon it's a cool idea. But maybe it's just me.

IESSO

Friday, August 05, 2005

I'M BACK, BACK FROM THE FUTURA

Yeah I might have watched Back to the Future a few minutes ago. And maybe, just maybe it might have influenced these concepts a little bit. But you can't prove anything.

88

Hoverboard

Anyway I definitely need some help with these ones. I think the one with the sparks will work a lot better if I use my graphics tablet, but it's at work so that might wait. And the hover board one needs some text saying: "We're still waiting" but I couldnt figure out where to put it and what sorta style it should be in, so I left it out. Linus, if you would be so kind as to offer a suggestion?

IESSO

PS. Keep reading, there are 2 more posts below since last night. I've been a busy boy. A busy ANGRY boy. Intrigued? Read on.

DISHEARTENED

You know I'm not one to judge, but surely you can understand my disappointment and self doubt when I see these shirts posted up on threadless, but not my own gummi-bear design. I really liked it, and thought it was really cute and had some hope for it, but no, not even a response after the initial response saying they're received my file and will post it up pending approval.

Here's my competition. My heart sinks when I see them.

Headphone-Girl
The drawing is kinda weird. She doesn't look right at all. And the concept is generic at best.

Trike
No. You'd find this at BustedTee's not Threadless.

Eureka
Quite like the concept here, but the drawing style is sorta lacking.

Fish
Again, like the cute idea, but that stick-man kills it.

These ones aren't even that generic cool sorta style that I don't really like, but at least admit takes a lot of skill and is pretty good design. Yet they still get approval over mine. I'm hurt and insulted. But mainly doubting my abilities and whether I should really be pursing this career path.

A sullen Elliott Scott, signing off.

PS. Yes, it does make me feel better to insult other peoples work. But you see where I'm coming from here right???

Gummy Bear

YOU'RE CUTE WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY

Don't even get me started about today. Ok, too late, look what you gone and made me do. I'M ANGRY! I've just turned green and but not any more muscular. >sigh<

We selected the theme for out end-of-year graduation catalog, which showcases our work. That's fine, I had no problems with that. The thing that got me angry was a few peoples attitudes. They don't seem to have any sense of humour. (for the record 2/3 of them were German. Zee Germans are not a funny people. I'm not embracing stereotype, this is through observation only)

1. K_t - Will was standing on the stage of the lecture theatre: "I'm taller than you all!" He was obviously just being goofy. K_t replies with a little-miss-know-it-all attitude: "That's because you're standing on the stage." I'm shocked by this. Firstly he wasn't talking to her. And secondly we are well aware of that. "Yeah, no shit K_t. Thanks for informing us." I'm REALLY sick of her attitude. She's not better than us, despite what she think.

2. K_m - She's not as annoying, but like K_t a Nazi sympathiser, so I'm not exactly jumping at the chance to be her friend. We were looking at some of the concepts and we came across a REALLY cool one. The theme we all had to use was White Space, yes, shitty, but the theme nontheless. This person had a blank auditorium with a beam of light shining onto a single chair illuminating it. A good idea for several reasons: they are the chosen one in a design sense, they are the centre of attention, and also it plays with the space theme and aliens and all. A really nice concept. "No!", K_m says. I question her. "It makes me think of aliens", she replies. "Yeah exactly, it's a cool concept. It works on so many levels", people are agreeing with me... "No. I don't want to get abducted on our graduation." She gives me a look of disgust with a forced smile. Wait a minute, she thinks that by having an image that sorta could me alien abduction she's gonna ACTUALLY get abducted. Where's your sense of fun!?

3. J____n - 'Where's your sense of fun?' Applies to this guy more than anyone else. I REALLY don't like him. He censors people all the time. ALL the time. It's annoying. Anything moderatly offensive gets him angry, actually angry, and he has absolutely no sense of humour when it comes to sexuality, religion, politics, or anything and everything else in life. Don't get me wrong religion is fine but to wave it around and stop people from living a life that they choose is offensive. I don't tell him that what he believes is wrong, why should he. I think he's wrong, but I don't tell him.
So anyway we're selecting themes. J____n is the main voice for some reason. Probably becuase he's on the commitee. Colin seems to be listening to him and only him despite mine and Elvira's protests. Idea after idea are presented, some are really interesting and out-there, and he flatly rejects them because "they're not what we're about". For example there was an interesting one which the concept wasn't that great anyway but he rejected it based solely on the colour used. "As a bloke I think it's too feminine." I think it's really sad that A) as a designer he is afraid of pink. Surely he could appreciate the correct use of EVERY color, despite stereotype color notions and B) The color could easily be changed. And B2) It wasn't even pink, it was a slightly pinkish red.
Another idea he rejected was an awesome idea based on photographs of ultra-sounds of babies in the womb. We're about to be born and all that as a metaphor. It was beautiful graphics. Absolutely gorgeous. J____n rejected it straight away. Why? Because it could be related to abortion. No. I completely disagree. Mothers who love their children enough to go and get an ultrasound and keep that photo of their unborn child probably won't have the child aborted. Besides, it's much too late in the development stage to abort anyway. But despite logic he rejected it. I FLIPPED. NO! We can't be doing this. Anything slightly controversial can't be rejected straight away simply because it offends poor J_____n. Everything offends him! I put it in the yes pile despite what he said. We voted, it ended up getting chosen.
He also went out of his way to tell me he didn't like my design. Why? Because of it's references to drug culture, that offended him. I did a 60's psychadelic peacock that admittedly had references to drug culture, but so what? Just because the image references a certain culture doesn't mean we're all a bunch of stoners. I think people are intellegent enough to realise that graphic designers can use imagery and be influenced by other cultures without nessesarily being intertwined. But it just annoyed me that me made special mention of disliking mine. I thought his was an utter joke, as with ALL of his work, but I don't think telling him that is a particularly nice thing to do. He always criticises, never points out the good things. It's annoying.

Ok, fine, whatever! I'm making nothing into something, but I seriously was pissed off. I stormed into Liveworm, cursing and yelling and kicking up a big stink. I was annoyed. "We're all doomed! J_____n is choosing the catalog concept!" Everyone sighed. Sebastian looked shocked. No-one could understand how Colin could allow the ultra-conservative so much power in the selection process. It's just ridiculous. If we wanted to be conservative we would have been accountants. Artists are always liberal. Always. And they're innovative and edgy and exciting, and these themes should be in our catalog, not safe, dry and dull.


IESSO


PS. The reason I'm awake at 4.ooam is because someone decided to start drilling in the house next to us. Real nice. Thanks.

PPPS. I just thought I might elaborate on the nature of the Nazi sympathising. K_t got annoyed at me when I was randomly bad-mouthing Hitler, which I think is an ok thing to do (the badmouthing, not the defending). "You know really was an intellegent man*, who did a lot of good things for the country", she informs me. Yes, I am well aware that he brought the country out of major economic recession and was probably not too dumb, BUT he did order the murder of 6 million people and more if he had the chance and start some little conflict, what was it called? World War 1? Nah, that's not it... Maybe WW2?! F*cking pissed me off. I wasn't even being serious when I was talking about him. I can acknowledge that he did do some good, but I don't think it needs to be brought up as defense whenever I make a negative reference to him. He was a bad man. Don't forget that.
Also K_m said something even worse, but I can't quite remember what it was. Possibly defending the concentration camps and the gassing of people. I don't understand how she can defend this action while still claiming to not be racist. What a f*cking bitch. How dare she!?

PPPPS. If you want to post some sort of comment on how you love Hitler or something, or try to defend him I will delete it straight away. This is MY blog and I will determine what can and can't be said. With that in mind that and ONLY that topic will be censored. I am not willing to budge on this stance whatsoever. Everything else is completely fair game though. If you're religiously inclined and disagree with my stance on disestablishmentarianism feel free to let me know. Or if you think liberalism and art shouldn't mix, please tell me. But don't defend Hitler. He was wrong to do what he did, and that's final.

* There has been evidence that Hitler was not at all intellegent, as well as evidence that he was extremely intellegent. Intellegence aside; morals should play a role in determining the nature of a person

Thursday, August 04, 2005

KNOWING YOUR PLACE

Dopplganger

I'M THE EVIL ONE. Elliott replied back to my inquiry about a photo. It's kinda strange looking at the same name as you. You notice the similarities and the differences. We're generally similar, but with some good opposites that prove the doppleganger theory.

Everyone should find another version of themselves. Dermot has an Irish folk singer with his name! Ha, what a dweeb.

Anyway my doppleganger lives in England, but other than that I don't know that much about him. Wonder if he's in some sort of creative job. All the Elliott's I've met are, even the TV characters. Actually, maybe not. But whatever.

I-EVIL-ESSO

AWKWARD

I had a very sensitive subject with someone today. I bumped into an old schoolmate, not an oldskool mate, but a person I used to go to school with. Anyway she has just finished her degree in multimedia and had a hard time finding a job.

For those of you who don't know; we, the graphic designers look down our noses at multimedia people because of their inferior graphic design skills and knowledge base confined solely to the use of programs and not what to do with them. Simply knowing photoshop doesn't make you a graphic designer, despite what your cousin who downloaded it from Kazaa and made a logo for your company tells you. Long before photoshop was invented there was graphic design, and it's the principles used in these days that makes you a designer. Of course the industry has changed a lot, but you still need to know the principles not just the tools. Knowing how to paint doesn't make you an artist.

Anyway we were talking. And every time she tells me that she is a graphic designer I wince. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not bad mouthing multimedia for the sake of it, I know that multimedia is crap. It doesn not teach design. I know this for a fact. i spent 2 years of my life doing the course and learning nothing. So when she tells me she's doing the same job that I'm doing I tend to be insulted. What she does is the same as your cousin does; use programs.

In fact it gets worse. I asked her if she had any knowledge in print design because it's a lot easier to get a job doing that since the industry was saturated back in 99 with web designers. "No, I do graphic design". WHAT??! So apparently multimedia kids see us as something else, and they are practising the true graphic design. I think not.

Throughout the conversation I had the feeling that she was attaching herself to a name of which she doesn't belong. I don't call myself an artist, I am not an artist, we share different basic principles, different morals, it's just a completely different beast. Same with multimedia, it's not graphic design. She may do some web design, I completely acknowledge THAT is graphic design, and I have no qualms about her referring to that as graphic design, but when she talks, nay BRAGS to me about some corporate ID she did for her brothers wedding business I start to get a bit annoyed.

SO in conclusion: To all you desktop publishers, multimedia-ers, and cousins who download software: You are not graphic designers. I'm sorry guys but you're just not. You need so much more than being able to use programs (which by the way you don't do very well usually, do you even know about color settings or resolutions? This girl didnt. RGB 72dpi images and wonder why they don't print properly!) you need the knowledge. You need to know about color, about type about semiotics about understanding clients, about printing, about arrangement of elements on pages and a multitude of other aspects in order to be a designer.

Yes, a good ol' rant but I KNOW all my GD'er friends will totally back me up on this one.

IESSO

PS. I got an email from my evil twin* His name is Elliott Scott. I don't know where he's from or anything like that, but he emailed me because he found my blog when he was googling himself. Good onya dude!

* He is probably not my twin. But is most likely evil and is nearly certainly hatching a scheme in which he murders me and assumes my identity.

PPS. I posted a question on iLounge.com which unfortunately relates quite strongly to this topic. Here is the extract:

onesie
A baby sized iPod shirt thingo they're talking about

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Ok, this is kinda a dumb question but here it goes: HOW CAN THIS BE LEGAL? I’m a t-shirt designer who is about to enter the big, bad, scary world of post-college life and am terribly unsure of copyrights.

The company who produced this surely got permission from apple right? or because its an entirely different product from the iPod and it doesnt show the entire image or the product they can sidestep that whole thing?

Anyone know? Jeremy, you’re a smart switched-on sorta guy, can ya help me out on this one?

By Mondayne on 08.03.05 at 09:15 AM

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Mondayne

You had to go to college to be a t-shirt designer?

By Mtvkilledusall on 08.03.05 at 08:33 PM

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Mtvkilledusall

Yeah, of course!

I’ve had countless conversations/arguements about this topic, but simply making shirts doesn’t make you a designer. Anyone can produce a shirt, but it takes some knowledge and skill to produce a GOOD shirt.

By Mondayne on 08.04.05 at 02:40 AM

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I guess EVERYONE thinks they're a designer. It really pisses me off at times, and this is one of those times.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

I'M GOING INSANE

Charleston

LANA WILL NOT SHUT UP! But she's funny and in good spirits, but OH MAN! she's killin me here. Anyway here is a concept for the Swing Poster we have to do, which shares the same name as the random image I did a monthago. I dunno. I completely changed the brief and it's pretty cool, but yeah, something somethng. I have a headache.

IESSO