Wednesday, July 13, 2005

TODAY'S POST IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE LETTER G

Cut-Out Girlfriend

G-irlfriend, G-eneric, G-ravity???

Anyway I saw my brother on the train today. He was with his girlfriend. He's sheepishly denied having a girlfriend for ages and when he saw me he didn't introduce her, mention her and looked at me weird when I looked at her. He's a puzzling character. Anyway the thing about her is: she's scarily similar in appearance to Amanda. It's kinda freaky. I dunno how to explain it psychologically without saying this: Oedipus.

IESSO

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

I'M TOO SEXY FOR MY POCKET PROTECTOR

Sexy

Lana says I'm hot.

THOSE BASTARDS!

49pmScreenshot

In my ongoing battle with self indulgence and egotripping I decided to Google myself again. WEIRD RESULTS. I came up with this.
It's basically a website that has my stuff on it. I'm confused. I tried searching their database for Linus, just in case it searches the whole web or something, but no such luck. Someone must be watching me. I'm afraid. I'm very afraid.

So I wrote them an email, and am waiting for some responses.... I'll post it up if and when I get it.

IESSO

SISTER ACT 2

Ok, the first stage of my professional face, aside from the ubiquitous 'spirit fingers' is complete; my website Elliott Scott Design. I still need to ... umm... make it look good, but at least it up and running. Gimme a bit'o'time and it will look not sh*t. I can't promise more than that though, so don't get all excited like.

Anyway blah blah blah. I've gotta be up in 5 hours... dang. IESSO

IRONING OUT THE KINKS

You may have noticed I've already altered the masthead and profile for the blog. I'm still working out what I like and don't like, so things might change a bit in the new few months. But fear not, the same random dose of absolutely nothing worthwhile, and the collasal waste of space that this blog is won't change. HOORAY!

To update you since last we spoke: I've gotten some sleeping pills which may or may not be effective, I haven't figured it out yet. I woke up at midnight usually irrespective of when I go to bed but I hate to think what I'd do if I hadn't taken them?! So that is kinda a bummer. Not getting my goodly hours of sleepage has effected my moods. Been kinda down these last few days (what else is new?)

Kinda disillusioned with Liveworm at the moment. I hate going to work. Of course as soon as I arrive I forget all my worries, but I hate GOING. I never want to get out of bed in the morning. But it's probably because of the sleep lackage, rather than anything bad with 'The Worm'.

I dunno. If I had to sum up my emotions in an emoticon (which we as adults often have to do!) it'd probably be something like this: <[*_*]> A funky robot who is sick of life and its mundanity. HORRAH! You totally can't read that from the emoticon! WOOT!

IESSO

Sunday, July 10, 2005

POST 373

Painting

I can't sleep for some unknown reason. This is the fourth night in a row where I've woken up at 12.30am. It's starting to annoy me. I went to get some sleeping pills the other day and it didn't help. I took one before I went to bed and got up at 11.30. I took another one to get me back to sleep, but it's now 5.00am and I still am not asleep.

I have the sneaking suspicion that they don't give depressed people sleeping pills....



Anyway I want to do another painting. Above is the general plan of what I want. I'll post a picture of the final thing when/if I manage to finish it. I'll do it at work tomorrah. In theory. If I don't fall asleep during the day... which is more than likely.


Ok my peeps, catcha on da' flipside yo! e-dog out.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

GREEN LINO, PINK WALLS AND A SOUR DISPOSITION

I had to go see a doctor today. I'm not sick, don't worry, but I did need to talk to him about getting a referal to see another shrink, and to get him to write a letter to the uni saying that I actually AM crazy, and to get some sleeping pills to end this madness!!!!!



Hah! I tricked you didn't I? What I mean is the sleeping pills will help me get some sleep, so I can stop missing classes. Not so I could kill myself.... although.....


ANYWAY

Sick-As-a-Dog

I go up to the counter and the receptionist is very cute. HOT even. Like kinda that sexy nerd look, with the perfect skin and the tied back hair and the sexy glasses. She was VERY cute. So I start talking to her. Sorta kinda trying to flirt... but then I realise... I'm in a doctors office. I'm not well. She has my file. She knows I'm not well. She knows everything about me. Or rather everything bad about me.

Good plan Elliott. What were you thinking?!

I sit down half sulking in my own idiocy. There is a kid sitting opposite me. The sexy receptionist walks by me, my eyes follow. I look back at the kid, he's looking at her too! He shoots a glance at me. He gives me an evil eye. Like I'm oggling his woman.

Well if I can't have her, some snot-nosed little kid can't have her either!*



IE, Grumble grumble, SSO

*I've always wanted to say that. :)

PS. The chick in the picture is actually not the receptionist. I know, it was so well done, but that image is actually just some wicked photoshopping! Cool huh? Computers.... they're the future.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

SHENAN-AGAINS!

Your Momma

SORYI: Your mum's crap.
ME: NO! Your mom is crap.
SORYI: Yes, I know, but your mum is crap too.

ALSO:

A power-nerd came in to the office to fix my computer. Aside from making it worse he also tried beating me in his gizmotics.
NERD: Oh is that an iPod shuffle?
ME: Yeah....
NERD: I had one of those, but I sold it, it wasn't good enough for my audiobook listening. I listen to extreme audiobooks*.... big thick ones.... so the shuffle isn't good.
ME: Uhuh. Well I just use it for transfe...
NERD: You should get an iPod mini.
ME: Well I hav...
NERD: The mini saves the places on audiobooks..... (etc etc etc, he goes on and on about this crap)

The nerd-techie guy also went on a good ol' rant about how inferior PC's and Macs are compared to Linux systems. But thats such a cliche I'm not gonna bother repeating it.

**EXTREME AUDIOBOOK LISTENING! New events in the Playstation X-GAMES: Audiobook listening, whining, working 14 hour work days! Take reality---T0 THe XTReMe!

IESSSO

X-TREME

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

QUOTE

ME: Is this Missy Higgins?
TERI: I thought it was Bob Dylan

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

THE SH*T?, WHAT THE

Let's think back for a second to the assignments I did for last semester. What were the awesome ones, and what were the not so awesome ones? I really was proud of my depression brochure and the Titus and Andronicus poster. I thought they were cool. And the logos, the anti-fur poster and the jorge poster were ok, but not great.

With that in mind, here's the breakdown for my marks:

JORGE POSTER - 90%
ANTI-FUR POSTER - 90%
2 LOGOS - 90%
DEPRESSION BROCHURE - 68%
TITUS ANDRON - 65%

I don't get it. Maybe its like golf or something...

IESSO

Oh, nevermind; the attendance marks... those damn attendance marks! The two I didn't do so great in I lost 20% for not showing up! Heh heh heh...oops.

Monday, July 04, 2005

THEY'RE BACK!!!

Yes that's right boils and goils (sorry about that) I did some more t-shirts. These ones are like totally not lame puns, or weird vaguely sexual in nature, nope, they're just little fun illllllustrations. Perhaps I'll send them in to threadless, perhaps not. Gimme your opinions first. If you don't know threadless or its hip but generic stylings, you're an idiot. I'm not gonna explain to the likes of YOOOUUUU!!!!!!

Anyway here's the shirts. I might explain at the end, let's see how I go...

PizzaSHIRT

Kitty-CatSHIRT

Duck-Hunt3SHIRT

Duck-Hunt2SHIRT

Duck-HuntSHIRT

Nah, no explanation. You can figure it out. I have confidence in you.

Sorry about the moderate insanity of the email. Haven't slept in 24 hours. So I'm kinda tired.

IESSO

PS. If you're trying to be inconspicuous, don't whistle. I did, and people started chasing me. I stole some teabags. I know. What's the world coming to?

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

Charleston

A fake ad for a fake bar. I wish it was real though. Brisbane needs a good speak-easy. It'd give the city some character. An air of mystery, danger and rebellion. In fact Australia as a whole needs some speak-easies. If only there was a prohibition. If only...

It's 4th of July today, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA! Now blow out those 229 candles! OOoooo!!! You'll have 67 girlfriends this year. HA HA! I heard Canada likes you. You should ask her out.

IESSO

Oh and a big thankyou for everyone who showed up for baseball! I had a lot of fun throwing the ball up into the air, hitting it, and then running after it.

Best. Game. Ever.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

'THEY'RE' WATCHING...

StatlerWaldorf

HEY LOOK! IT'S MY SELF DOUBT IN MUPPET FORM (Not quite a mop, not quite a puppet, but man... so to answer question: I don't know). Concept for the drawing [concept?!?] is that you don't quite know who's saying this, and when you scroll down it all makes sense. Unless you have high res monitors because you think you're better than society. Cough cough; Glen+Linus. Oh man, I think I might be getting a cold. I keep coughing names.

ANYWAY, I'm in a muppety mood tonight. Dunno why. I guess they're just fun. Kind silly, kinda innoscent and kinda really corrupt. You sorta watch them fading in and out of believing the puppets are real and fake. It's an odd sorta genre. And no, I'm not on any sort mind-altering drugs. Other than the normal ones that is.


IESSO

PS. Serious about that ball-game. Read post below.

Friday, July 01, 2005

PLAY IT AGAIN SAM...

SamTheEagle

Monday is the 4th of July, Independence Day, ID4, the day the muderous pig-dogs were born, whatever you wanna call it. I want to get some people together and play some good ol' fashioned baseball down at the park. Who's with me!?

If you wanna play some B-ball, let me know either emailed or through this post. Call me if you have my number.


IESSO

PS. Sam the Eagle totally rocks. I think it's partly due to him being so proud and borderline arrogant, despite the fact he's a really crappy puppet. He doesn't even look like a bald eagle! Madness.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

KING O' THE WORLD!

KingotheWorld-crappy

I did it! I changed my blog look. As you might've noticed already. And I did it all by myself. Sort of. Actually not really, but I didnt get any help today anyway.

A quick note to Glen, don't delete my images from your server for a little while, I've gotta upload them and all that jazz first. Thanks.

ELLIOTT! Master of the webmasters on the web.

ANOTHER POINTLESS ILLUSTRATOR & PHOTOSHOPPED GIRL

Golden-Blur

This one I might actually be able to use. We'll just call these random drawings stock illustration. I will be able to incorporate them into designs at a later date. Unless of course you can tell who it is....


IESSO

WHAT THE SH*T?


2000
Originally uploaded by Elliott Scott.
I was gonna post up this little milestone and then compare it to how long it took me to reach 1000 hits, but I can't find the 1000 mark OR the day I posted the webcounter, so I guess that rules that plan out.

Anyway HOORAY! 2000!!! Go play that Silverchair song 'Anthem for the year 2000' and everything will be just fine.

Thanks, keep on readin! In next weeks episode Elliott finds out he was adopted, and his girlfriend comes back to him, except she has amnesia! And also it turns out that the long-time friend to Elliott is really a woman! Don't miss it!

Oh and in my search for the illusive 1000 mark, I racked up a whole bunch of hits. Let's pretend that I'm not an idiot, rather I'm popular. Yeah, that'd work.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

IT'S LIKE A PHEONIX RISING FROM THE ASHES (or some other bullsh*t)

HelenTree

IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!!!!

Hyu finally built my site, and let me tell you, it's freakin awesome! This is only the main page, none of the other section are done, but the tree grows! It rocks.

Czech it out, .... if you DDAAAAARRRRREEEEEE!!!!

IESSO

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

NO SMORKING

A BIT LATE, BUT SILLY NONETHELESS:

No-Smorking

So there we were, at the design dinner, bored, stressed, anxious, feeling social, we go out for a smoke, sans Linus and Justin (heh heh heh, sucker!) We go outside, and begin happily trapping mammoths (my weakest link to date; trap mammoths, tar pits, tar, etc, its an early childhood memory, NEVERMIND!)

ANWAY we're outside smoking, and I notice our surrondings. The sign reads NO SMOKING, so instead of putting them out, we pose for a photo in the worlds WORST camera.

IESSO

PS. An entirely pointless post, but at least you don't see the female form of me as soon as you load the page. Thanks Lino for the paranoia :)

Monday, June 27, 2005

IT'S ALL WRAPPED UP IN A NEAT, LITTLE PACKAGE THEN

Indie-Girl

Let's just bypass the multitude of psychological probelems inherent in the image for a second and move on to less obvious issues for a moment. I promise to return soon...

I was speaking to my psychiatrist the other day about my love life. I said that I feel unworthy of love, and having a girlfriend. I told her that since I broke up with A that I am terribly insecure and not deserving a girlfriend. She, of course disagrees.

She told me something interesting, and at the time I just dismissed it as psycho-babble, but I've thought about it, and perhaps it has some weight to it.

A and I were just kids when we started going out. We were young and experienced with life, and all that goes with that. And we grew up together. This is why I've found it so hard to get over things. In it's truest sense in breaking up with her I've lost my identity, and a major part of ME. We grew up together, side by side, as one person really. My experiences of life were her experiences too. When we began our relationship neither of us knew who we really were, we had no true self identity. We formed an identity with each other, in each other.

So the feelings that I have are more than just understandable, they were inevitable. Of course I feel like I've lost the most important person in my life, because (at the risk of sounding even more self abosrbed than usual) I lost half of my self.

So when you criticise me for not getting over the breakup sooner remember that my situation is probably not like yours. I didn't lose a girlfriend, I lost my identity. A was never a proper girlfriend, dispite what I thought at the time, she could never have been a girlfriend, in order to be in a relationship the two parties need to bring their own elements to the relationship. In a crude analogy imagine my perceived relationship as a party: People go to parties and bring with them their own identities and that makes the party interesting, different people doing different things. We showed up not knowing what to expect, or what to do, and made our own party. Then she left. And a party with one person who doesn't know how to entertain himself sucks.

Just ignore any temptation to take my analogy in the self-pleasuring context, that is NOT what I mean.

Sick sick bastards.

And now it's time to face my demons and talk about this drawing. You could analyse it in so many ways: Let's just first start by saying that 'who needs a girlfriend if you can draw your own?' But more than that let's just look at it from an artistic perspective: Is it drawn well? Did I draw it for that reason anyway? Is it a form of pornography? It's only purpose is to generate arousal? And if this is the case, why is she wearing clothes and posed in a relatively neutral position. No, I don't think it is a pornographic image. BUT why do I continually draw women? Am I trying to fill the void? Perhaps, but obviously this does little more than freak my friends out.

More answers than questions, once again. Remeber that I ran out of my medication on thursday, so this is a somewhat logical downward spiral in emotions.


IESSO

PS. If someone wants to kill me, please do, consider it a mercy killing.
PPS. I was going to put this title for the post: "If this is not you, applicants for potential girlfriend need not apply". But then I thought that that was just plain mean. And I don't mean the concept of applying for such a thing, just the term need not apply doesn't seem like it's any nicer than we don't want you.