So, I did go to the Steampunk Soirree; and as much as I would love to tell you that my hiatus was caused by some ruffians who invaded the concert and took captives, and that I am back only by the grace of god and the aid of a lockpick I keep tucked in my goggles at all times, I would be lying. The truth is I simply forgot about updating. Which is perfectly reasonable, as I am a time-traveler, and am quite unused to using a computer. (Note: this is also a lie, and my typing speed is insanely fast for most I shall have you know.)
So some news: We have cut cable and home phone lines here. We use cell phones in this day and age (yes, this Victorian vigilante is equipped with a smartphone, as I have always loved modern technology. I try to stay ahead of the curve) and the cable was nigh on useless for anything but the news, which was far too depressing anyway. Turns out, we don't particularly miss either commodity.
I am working with Kylee Lane of LuxuryLaneSoap.com, and will be doing one of their Artist Series soap sets. The blog will (hopefully) be alerted as soon as the soap sets are up. I will be drawing some very familiar superheroes for the set. I gain no profit from the soaps (and for this set, neither does Kylee) and the money made will be put toward a charity. Personally, I might buy a few just for the sake of having something I drew on a bar of soap. It'd be neat!
Back to news of Abney Park, the Steampunk Soiree was amazing! I drew some cards with each of the band members on them and had them sign copies of the cards. They got to keep the originals, while I have autographed copies of the drawings. The band members seemed to love them, as well. We had the Brass Section and an extra guitarist this time, and the song "Airship Pirate" has never been so awesome (up until something else started playing mid-song and the crowd was baffled, if highly amused). I also brought along a dear friend of mine, who had never been to a concert before. (I didn't want to go alone, and she needed to see the crew play live). She wondered why it took me so long to bring her with, afterwards. Which just goes to show that everybody truly needs to see Abney Park. Really. It's amazing. One of the members of the Brass Section is making his own CD soon, which I would love to hear more about, but my memory of that evening is a little foggy after the fact that it was awesome and people loved my drawings. All in all it was amazing.
Soon I will be going into the dark and scary world of education once more, using the Internet as my only shield against its trying ways and attempts to distort sanity. Not to say it is all bad, mind. I love education and learning. I merely hate the efforts and lengths I am often pressed to. I still believe I may succeed (despite having two classes on opposite sides of the campus within ten minutes of each-other) and will attempt to keep the world posted.
I will make an effort to post here more often. But I do wonder how -during my absence from the blog- I managed to get so many extra readers. I shant question it, however, and only welcome you all. And I promise, it won't always be this bloody boring.
Unrelated, I hear that Doctor Steel is no longer in
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Ye gods!
So, what have I been up to from this WAY TOO LONG haitus? Drawing, mostly. Most of which you can see on my Deviantart page here:
http://pentharis.deviantart.com/
I've been offline for a bit, tried to gather some people on Twitter to work on the fancomic from the last post, things have kind of fallen out, and I've come to a conclusion: Don't start any projects with a group you can't finish on your own. Or at least, that's how it tends to work for me. I don't know why, but every time I try to get people together to work on a project we're all enthused about, we wind up drained and dying a little on the inside every time we think about it.
In unrelated news: I'm looking for a job, either writing or drawing. I can draw on commission (So long as it's not explicit, racist, sexist, that sort of thing) and tend to be entirely devoted to my drawings. Any takers?
Tomorrow I'll be attending Abney Park's Steampunk Soiree. I'll have to report on it the day after, so everybody who doesn't already know how much I love Abney Park can get an earfull about it, any everybody who already knows can hear it again!
http://pentharis.deviantart.com/
I've been offline for a bit, tried to gather some people on Twitter to work on the fancomic from the last post, things have kind of fallen out, and I've come to a conclusion: Don't start any projects with a group you can't finish on your own. Or at least, that's how it tends to work for me. I don't know why, but every time I try to get people together to work on a project we're all enthused about, we wind up drained and dying a little on the inside every time we think about it.
In unrelated news: I'm looking for a job, either writing or drawing. I can draw on commission (So long as it's not explicit, racist, sexist, that sort of thing) and tend to be entirely devoted to my drawings. Any takers?
Tomorrow I'll be attending Abney Park's Steampunk Soiree. I'll have to report on it the day after, so everybody who doesn't already know how much I love Abney Park can get an earfull about it, any everybody who already knows can hear it again!
Monday, May 23, 2011
Happy Explosion Day, Gorgeous.
So I had an idea for a Portal 2-related scene. It's a little something to give a little bit of back story on our favorite adventuring computer core.
"Well I'll be a Blackbelt's mudder." The Texan drawl remarked from behind a blast shield, recently turned black. Rick was watching the most spectacular explosion he'd seen that hour. It always put a thrill in his heart to working the explosives part of Aperture. Coincidentally, he was the only one left to work in that sector. He didn't mind much, it was a fabulous little place, and every day someone would bring him in some food. Seasoned with just a little bit of gunpowder, and a whole 'lotta spice. Just the way he liked it.
"Something special, Rick?" Sweet miss Caroline's voice remarked from the door. The person who normally brought Rick food was out (stupid Interns always ditched when they heard it was their day to sign up for testing...) so she volunteered to bring in Rick's food. He was always so wrapped up in making a bigger boom, he sometimes forgot about eating. But when he did, he ate big, and he kept himself up. He was probably the biggest, toughest scientist there. Always aced all of the tests. In record time.
"Suuure thing, pretty lady. Workin' on a little somethin'. Like a firework, but a whooole lot bigger."
"Can I see sometime, Rick?" Oh that sweet, innocent little smile. Melted his heart every time. From just about every girl he saw. But she didn't need to know that.
"All in due time, Gorgeous. I've got somethin' big planned for Aperture. You'll love it. When it's ready, though, I can give you a little... sneak preview." He smirked and gave her a little wink.
"Mister Johnson would hate you for that." Caroline looked away to brush her hair aside. It was a very poorly-kept secret that she had a kid, and an even poorer-kept secret that it was Cave Johnson's. Still, Rick hit on every girl equally, so long as they were even remotely pretty.
"Let him hate me, Darlin'. He can't fire his only explosives guy. Who else would make those exploding lemons he's asked for? Which, by the way, should be done shortly. Speaking of which, would you like some lemonade?" He gestured toward some lemonade that seemed to be on fire. She grimaced at it, but he poured a glass anyways.
"Um, ew. No thanks, I really... really don't think that's my kind of thing." She mostly didn't want to drink anything flammable. She learned a -long- time ago not to eat or drink anything at Aperture if she could help it.
"Suit y'self, gorgeous." Rick didn't even bother putting out the fire before downing the entire glass and stifling a burp. "Pardon'." as he said it, a thin line of smoke curled out from his mouth.
Caroline giggled a little at that. "I'll see you later, Rick." She left the steak there.
A few weeks later, Rick sauntered through the offices. "HELLOOOOO GORGEOUS~! Happy Explosion Day!" Rick called from all the way across the office, making others look up.
"Fact: You are incredibly disruptive to the testing environment."
"Stuffit, purple shirt! I was talkin' to the preeetty lady, MISS CAROLINE~!" Rick called again across the room.
"Oh what IS it, Rick?!" Caroline sounded stressed, probably because Rick was calling her gorgeous in front of everybody, and -incredibly- loudly, too.
"Didn't mean nothin', miss Caroline, no need to be all huffy. Just wanted to offer you a minnit of my time to escort you to the best view you'll ever see. An Explosion Day for all Explosion Days." He pulled Caroline by the shoulder back to his office (with Caroline deciding not to protest, if only because she doubted she could tell off the great big Texan who could bench press the cows he got his steak from.
"Alright. Just don't keep me away long, my lunch break is only for an hour." She grumbled, and followed Rick out to his testing track, a nice bit place. He pressed a button and pulled Caroline out to a light bridge, sitting in the middle of it and holding Caroline up.
"Now then, Gorgeous. Just hold on to me and look right over there." He pointed out toward the middle of one of the same stark white walls as all the other stark white walls.
"Whatever Rick, this better be g-" She stopped short while the fire plumed out. A nice deep booming sound echoed around the testing track and rendered them both a little hard of hearing for a while. "HAPPY EXPLOSION DAY, GORGEOUS! WOOOOHOOO!" Rick yelled while the smoke went everywhere, holding up a sleeve to his mouth, which Caroline copied. They wanted to keep the moon dust out of their faces, after all.
"That was awesome, Rick." Caroline admitted. Her heart was all A-flutter.
Rick didn't show up the next day at the office.
Or the next.
Mister Johnson was just as nice to Caroline as ever, but no Rick.
Still no Rick the next week.
Eventually, Caroline walked into Rick's office and found a note on his desk.
"We had a great Explosion Day, Gorgeous. But now I have to leave." It was signed at the bottom. Caroline wondered why Rick's hand writing was so similar to Cave's, but she just put the card into her bag and left. Mister Johnson wanted to talk to her about a computer, or something. She would hate to keep him waiting. She'd think about why Rick left so suddenly a little bit later.
"Well I'll be a Blackbelt's mudder." The Texan drawl remarked from behind a blast shield, recently turned black. Rick was watching the most spectacular explosion he'd seen that hour. It always put a thrill in his heart to working the explosives part of Aperture. Coincidentally, he was the only one left to work in that sector. He didn't mind much, it was a fabulous little place, and every day someone would bring him in some food. Seasoned with just a little bit of gunpowder, and a whole 'lotta spice. Just the way he liked it.
"Something special, Rick?" Sweet miss Caroline's voice remarked from the door. The person who normally brought Rick food was out (stupid Interns always ditched when they heard it was their day to sign up for testing...) so she volunteered to bring in Rick's food. He was always so wrapped up in making a bigger boom, he sometimes forgot about eating. But when he did, he ate big, and he kept himself up. He was probably the biggest, toughest scientist there. Always aced all of the tests. In record time.
"Suuure thing, pretty lady. Workin' on a little somethin'. Like a firework, but a whooole lot bigger."
"Can I see sometime, Rick?" Oh that sweet, innocent little smile. Melted his heart every time. From just about every girl he saw. But she didn't need to know that.
"All in due time, Gorgeous. I've got somethin' big planned for Aperture. You'll love it. When it's ready, though, I can give you a little... sneak preview." He smirked and gave her a little wink.
"Mister Johnson would hate you for that." Caroline looked away to brush her hair aside. It was a very poorly-kept secret that she had a kid, and an even poorer-kept secret that it was Cave Johnson's. Still, Rick hit on every girl equally, so long as they were even remotely pretty.
"Let him hate me, Darlin'. He can't fire his only explosives guy. Who else would make those exploding lemons he's asked for? Which, by the way, should be done shortly. Speaking of which, would you like some lemonade?" He gestured toward some lemonade that seemed to be on fire. She grimaced at it, but he poured a glass anyways.
"Um, ew. No thanks, I really... really don't think that's my kind of thing." She mostly didn't want to drink anything flammable. She learned a -long- time ago not to eat or drink anything at Aperture if she could help it.
"Suit y'self, gorgeous." Rick didn't even bother putting out the fire before downing the entire glass and stifling a burp. "Pardon'." as he said it, a thin line of smoke curled out from his mouth.
Caroline giggled a little at that. "I'll see you later, Rick." She left the steak there.
A few weeks later, Rick sauntered through the offices. "HELLOOOOO GORGEOUS~! Happy Explosion Day!" Rick called from all the way across the office, making others look up.
"Fact: You are incredibly disruptive to the testing environment."
"Stuffit, purple shirt! I was talkin' to the preeetty lady, MISS CAROLINE~!" Rick called again across the room.
"Oh what IS it, Rick?!" Caroline sounded stressed, probably because Rick was calling her gorgeous in front of everybody, and -incredibly- loudly, too.
"Didn't mean nothin', miss Caroline, no need to be all huffy. Just wanted to offer you a minnit of my time to escort you to the best view you'll ever see. An Explosion Day for all Explosion Days." He pulled Caroline by the shoulder back to his office (with Caroline deciding not to protest, if only because she doubted she could tell off the great big Texan who could bench press the cows he got his steak from.
"Alright. Just don't keep me away long, my lunch break is only for an hour." She grumbled, and followed Rick out to his testing track, a nice bit place. He pressed a button and pulled Caroline out to a light bridge, sitting in the middle of it and holding Caroline up.
"Now then, Gorgeous. Just hold on to me and look right over there." He pointed out toward the middle of one of the same stark white walls as all the other stark white walls.
"Whatever Rick, this better be g-" She stopped short while the fire plumed out. A nice deep booming sound echoed around the testing track and rendered them both a little hard of hearing for a while. "HAPPY EXPLOSION DAY, GORGEOUS! WOOOOHOOO!" Rick yelled while the smoke went everywhere, holding up a sleeve to his mouth, which Caroline copied. They wanted to keep the moon dust out of their faces, after all.
"That was awesome, Rick." Caroline admitted. Her heart was all A-flutter.
Rick didn't show up the next day at the office.
Or the next.
Mister Johnson was just as nice to Caroline as ever, but no Rick.
Still no Rick the next week.
Eventually, Caroline walked into Rick's office and found a note on his desk.
"We had a great Explosion Day, Gorgeous. But now I have to leave." It was signed at the bottom. Caroline wondered why Rick's hand writing was so similar to Cave's, but she just put the card into her bag and left. Mister Johnson wanted to talk to her about a computer, or something. She would hate to keep him waiting. She'd think about why Rick left so suddenly a little bit later.
Friday, May 6, 2011
An Apologetic Character Sheet
So it's been a long, LONG time. Time to get back to blogging, as an apology for how long I've been away!
For those of you wondering, I've been distracted by Portal 2. Not the game (which I still haven't played, as I don't have $50 worth of dosh kicking around to pay for it, since I just bought a SWEET new Laptop from Alienware). What I've -really- been distracted by is the Twitter Roleplay. It's plenty of fun to play through (I seem to have adopted @FatTurret, and she is dating @Spaaaaccee_core, among other complete madness that is way too much fun) and has made me realize that nobody knows what this time-traveler looks like, or really anything else about me! So here's a character sheet!
Alias: DarkSteam
Actual name: Johnathan. (You don't need to know my last name.)
Years aged: 32
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black
Hair length: short
Gender: Male
Current Occupation: Time traveler
Past occupation: Literary critic by day, Victorian Vigilante by night
Wearing:
* Black trenchcoat
* Pocketwatch with 5-foot chain
* Haslett's Lung Protector
* Goggles
* Cabby Hat
* Black boots
* Black pants
* button-up black shirt
* Black gloves
Skills:
* Knows how to use pocketwatch as Garotte wire
* Good with the English Language
* Can pick up modern-day technology easily enough
* Blisteringly astounding luck
* Small amount of Parkour knowledge
* Knows what the little plastic things on the ends of shoelaces are called
Likes:
* Robots
* Things with AI
* People who understand technology and coding
* People who write well
* People who can take criticism
* Artists
* Steampunk/Steampunks
* Techno music
* Coffee
* Innumerable modern fandoms
* Sherlock holmes
* Mocking fanfiction and bad literature
Dislikes:
* Bad literature
* Idiots and unnecessarily mean people
* Bad writers
* Not being able to understand modern terms
* Not knowing how to work the time machine
* Not knowing how to -fix- the time machine
* Explaining what an icosahedron is for the seventh time (It's a D20, alright?!)
* Anime that doesn't make sense
* When people use apostrophes in names
* People who don't know how to use apostrophes
* Realizing he's listed way too much stuff and has gone on for far too long.
Favorite food: Whatever Erik is making for dinner. It looks good.
Favorite person: Erik. He knows more about the time machine than I do, and I built the thing!
Where am I currently: the Pacific Northwest of the United States. Present day.
Where am I from: London, England. Victorian Era.
How did I get the Time-machine:
'Made it. But it was mostly sheer luck, I have no idea how I accomplished it. It's made of brass plates, gears, wires, mysterious colored/glowing liquids, springs, glue, a gum-like substance, and possibly something radioactive. Among other bits and pieces. There are no windows, there is no way to control where or when it lands. I need to fix that.
Biological relatives: presumably none living.
Favorite colors: Brass, absinthe green, Matrix green.
Favorite era (that isn't Victorian or Modern) :
...uh... I liked the 1920's to 1940's I guess... That's an odd question.
Who is Erik: This is answered in my "idiot's guide to time-travel" post. In short, he's my best friend and the person who taught me all about the modern world, and everything I missed between the victorian era and now!
Ask me questions to add in via the comments section!
(Note: The writer for this blog is actually female, but blogs in character as DarkSteam, who is male. Just so we're clear.)
For those of you wondering, I've been distracted by Portal 2. Not the game (which I still haven't played, as I don't have $50 worth of dosh kicking around to pay for it, since I just bought a SWEET new Laptop from Alienware). What I've -really- been distracted by is the Twitter Roleplay. It's plenty of fun to play through (I seem to have adopted @FatTurret, and she is dating @Spaaaaccee_core, among other complete madness that is way too much fun) and has made me realize that nobody knows what this time-traveler looks like, or really anything else about me! So here's a character sheet!
Alias: DarkSteam
Actual name: Johnathan. (You don't need to know my last name.)
Years aged: 32
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black
Hair length: short
Gender: Male
Current Occupation: Time traveler
Past occupation: Literary critic by day, Victorian Vigilante by night
Wearing:
* Black trenchcoat
* Pocketwatch with 5-foot chain
* Haslett's Lung Protector
* Goggles
* Cabby Hat
* Black boots
* Black pants
* button-up black shirt
* Black gloves
Skills:
* Knows how to use pocketwatch as Garotte wire
* Good with the English Language
* Can pick up modern-day technology easily enough
* Blisteringly astounding luck
* Small amount of Parkour knowledge
* Knows what the little plastic things on the ends of shoelaces are called
Likes:
* Robots
* Things with AI
* People who understand technology and coding
* People who write well
* People who can take criticism
* Artists
* Steampunk/Steampunks
* Techno music
* Coffee
* Innumerable modern fandoms
* Sherlock holmes
* Mocking fanfiction and bad literature
Dislikes:
* Bad literature
* Idiots and unnecessarily mean people
* Bad writers
* Not being able to understand modern terms
* Not knowing how to work the time machine
* Not knowing how to -fix- the time machine
* Explaining what an icosahedron is for the seventh time (It's a D20, alright?!)
* Anime that doesn't make sense
* When people use apostrophes in names
* People who don't know how to use apostrophes
* Realizing he's listed way too much stuff and has gone on for far too long.
Favorite food: Whatever Erik is making for dinner. It looks good.
Favorite person: Erik. He knows more about the time machine than I do, and I built the thing!
Where am I currently: the Pacific Northwest of the United States. Present day.
Where am I from: London, England. Victorian Era.
How did I get the Time-machine:
'Made it. But it was mostly sheer luck, I have no idea how I accomplished it. It's made of brass plates, gears, wires, mysterious colored/glowing liquids, springs, glue, a gum-like substance, and possibly something radioactive. Among other bits and pieces. There are no windows, there is no way to control where or when it lands. I need to fix that.
Biological relatives: presumably none living.
Favorite colors: Brass, absinthe green, Matrix green.
Favorite era (that isn't Victorian or Modern) :
...uh... I liked the 1920's to 1940's I guess... That's an odd question.
Who is Erik: This is answered in my "idiot's guide to time-travel" post. In short, he's my best friend and the person who taught me all about the modern world, and everything I missed between the victorian era and now!
Ask me questions to add in via the comments section!
(Note: The writer for this blog is actually female, but blogs in character as DarkSteam, who is male. Just so we're clear.)
Monday, April 4, 2011
DarkSteam's Interview with CheeSie of Neopets
I was taking a few classes in my local college to broaden my horizons of the twenty-first century, and lo and behold what I found: A friend of mine happened to have been on Neopets (a site I learned about previously, and admittedly dabbled in for a short time). In fact, my friend claimed they had -hacked- neopets. Being a blogger, I felt I simply -had- to learn a little bit about the hacking, and tell the world (in not-so-replicable ways). Without further ado: My interview with CheeSie!
DarkSteam: So, You're CheeSie, the Neopian hacker. Would you Tell us who CheeSie is, what CheeSie did, and why CheeSie is famous?
CheeSie is the famous hacker who punched hole through the Neopets Server using an SQL injection. CheeSie is famous for orchestrating the first huge account purge and proving to The Neopets Team
that Neopets is, indeed, vulnerable.
DarkSteam: Why did you hack Neopets? How did you do it? (explained in a totally not-replicable way that we totally can't be held responsible for *cough cough* but detailed enough for us to mock at Neopets' misfortune).
CheeSie: CheeSie hacked Neopets because they were tired of The Neopets Team saying that the site was hack-proof. They (TNT) also showed favoritism to the older accounts like Munsterpoo and Kiwiberri. CheeSie used an SQL injection which is a code injection technique used to exploit a security vulnerability in the database layer of an application. In Neopets, this gave CheeSie access to passwords, generators (applications the make neopoints, items and pets), and other various wingdings on the site.
DarkSteam: Why the name CheeSie? Anything special about the CheeSie account(s)?
CheeSie: Just because, and no.
DarkSteam: Any reason you hacked the accounts you did? Did you do anything special?
CheeSie: CheeSie purged a lot of accounts. Haha. Munsterpoo and Kiwiberri were targeted to to the obvious monopoly they held over the site and the AC (Avatar Chat) on the site. When their items were stolen, they were replaced. When other accounts were scammed, TNT didn't replace the items. No, nothing special.
DarkSteam: Is there any truth to the rumors that you sold accounts, stole the neopoints from off the site, anything like that?
CheeSie: Absolutely. You'd be surprised at the offers CheeSie received on Munsterpoo's account. As high as $500. Steal Neopoints? Nah. Mainly sold them to others on the site, which is technically not stealing. More of a Robin Hood, yeah?
DarkSteam: Anything you want to say to the curious readers about yourself? (Things like "CheeSie's secret identity", whether or not you're telling the truth won't be edited. Because I'm fun like that.)
CheeSie: Ha. No. I'm sticking with my alias and people can continue to believe I have several identities, even if you know my real one.
DarkSteam: What do you think of Neopets now/then/ Before that? Any regrets? Things you're glad you did (Either as CheeSie or otherwise.)?
CheeSie: Now, Neopets is a shit-hole, to be frank. Viacom is exploiting the hell out of that site. Then, there was a huge scare. No one trusted anyone, because people knew CheeSie was lurking the site. Before, Neopets was amazing. Free, no updates. Just great. Don't regret a thing. Might even do another purge.
DarkSteam: Anything you'd like to add? Fun facts, mocking laughter, answers to questions you wish I'd asked, things you did you just want to brag about?
CheeSie: TNT tried to cover up the hack by saying Munsterpoo was "frozen for protection". Right, TNT Well played.
DarkSteam: How famous/notorious did you get on Neopets? Tell us all about the fun things that Neopets did to hush up the whole event.
CheeSie: People still mention CheeSie on the boards. Especially older Neopians. Kiwiberri tends to avoid those subjects. (; See above for the last question you asked.
DarkSteam: Your "secret identity" will be kept as such, of course. Do you Maybe have a link to the "CheeSie" facebook page?
CheeSie: No idea what happened to my page. Haven't been on in ages. xD
DarkSteam: So, You're CheeSie, the Neopian hacker. Would you Tell us who CheeSie is, what CheeSie did, and why CheeSie is famous?
CheeSie is the famous hacker who punched hole through the Neopets Server using an SQL injection. CheeSie is famous for orchestrating the first huge account purge and proving to The Neopets Team
that Neopets is, indeed, vulnerable.
DarkSteam: Why did you hack Neopets? How did you do it? (explained in a totally not-replicable way that we totally can't be held responsible for *cough cough* but detailed enough for us to mock at Neopets' misfortune).
CheeSie: CheeSie hacked Neopets because they were tired of The Neopets Team saying that the site was hack-proof. They (TNT) also showed favoritism to the older accounts like Munsterpoo and Kiwiberri. CheeSie used an SQL injection which is a code injection technique used to exploit a security vulnerability in the database layer of an application. In Neopets, this gave CheeSie access to passwords, generators (applications the make neopoints, items and pets), and other various wingdings on the site.
DarkSteam: Why the name CheeSie? Anything special about the CheeSie account(s)?
CheeSie: Just because, and no.
DarkSteam: Any reason you hacked the accounts you did? Did you do anything special?
CheeSie: CheeSie purged a lot of accounts. Haha. Munsterpoo and Kiwiberri were targeted to to the obvious monopoly they held over the site and the AC (Avatar Chat) on the site. When their items were stolen, they were replaced. When other accounts were scammed, TNT didn't replace the items. No, nothing special.
DarkSteam: Is there any truth to the rumors that you sold accounts, stole the neopoints from off the site, anything like that?
CheeSie: Absolutely. You'd be surprised at the offers CheeSie received on Munsterpoo's account. As high as $500. Steal Neopoints? Nah. Mainly sold them to others on the site, which is technically not stealing. More of a Robin Hood, yeah?
DarkSteam: Anything you want to say to the curious readers about yourself? (Things like "CheeSie's secret identity", whether or not you're telling the truth won't be edited. Because I'm fun like that.)
CheeSie: Ha. No. I'm sticking with my alias and people can continue to believe I have several identities, even if you know my real one.
DarkSteam: What do you think of Neopets now/then/ Before that? Any regrets? Things you're glad you did (Either as CheeSie or otherwise.)?
CheeSie: Now, Neopets is a shit-hole, to be frank. Viacom is exploiting the hell out of that site. Then, there was a huge scare. No one trusted anyone, because people knew CheeSie was lurking the site. Before, Neopets was amazing. Free, no updates. Just great. Don't regret a thing. Might even do another purge.
DarkSteam: Anything you'd like to add? Fun facts, mocking laughter, answers to questions you wish I'd asked, things you did you just want to brag about?
CheeSie: TNT tried to cover up the hack by saying Munsterpoo was "frozen for protection". Right, TNT Well played.
DarkSteam: How famous/notorious did you get on Neopets? Tell us all about the fun things that Neopets did to hush up the whole event.
CheeSie: People still mention CheeSie on the boards. Especially older Neopians. Kiwiberri tends to avoid those subjects. (; See above for the last question you asked.
DarkSteam: Your "secret identity" will be kept as such, of course. Do you Maybe have a link to the "CheeSie" facebook page?
CheeSie: No idea what happened to my page. Haven't been on in ages. xD
Sunday, April 3, 2011
A profuse apology
Some of you may be wondering what has happened to One Cleric Short.
Believe me, we are too. Our "party leader" up and abandoned us, it seems. A pity, but we're attempting to sort things out. Rest assured, -this- blog will stay -firmly- in place, and while I cannot recover all of the posts from -that- blog, this blog will still be tended to.
IN FACT I might actually be able to upgrade this blog over time, possibly incorporating old friends from One Cleric Short. It's best if we don't bring up that other blog in the future (lest we open old wounds for some party members)but other than that I will probably post more often, and devote my time more here. Sorry for the inconvenience, all! I hope we haven't terribly upset you!
Believe me, we are too. Our "party leader" up and abandoned us, it seems. A pity, but we're attempting to sort things out. Rest assured, -this- blog will stay -firmly- in place, and while I cannot recover all of the posts from -that- blog, this blog will still be tended to.
IN FACT I might actually be able to upgrade this blog over time, possibly incorporating old friends from One Cleric Short. It's best if we don't bring up that other blog in the future (lest we open old wounds for some party members)but other than that I will probably post more often, and devote my time more here. Sorry for the inconvenience, all! I hope we haven't terribly upset you!
Friday, March 25, 2011
Whoop
alright, it's been way too damn long with way too few excuses, so it's time to post. Because I am a lazy lazy person, how about we have some questions? My questions to you, that is.
1. Why can nobody write for Wonder Woman?
Ok, this is a little loaded, and there -are- some people who write beautifully for her (You know, those animated series' I never shut up about), but so many write her as inept (can't pump gas) or self-centered (thinks humans are inferior) when she really REALLY isn't. This is Wonder Woman! Spirit of truth! She's a princess with natural beauty and an interest in NOT just superman, but the male cast of her series. Which leads me to my next question.
2. Why is Wondy paired with Superman?
Is it the red-white-and-blue outfits? (and to be fair, both outfits have gold more than white). Is it because they're both physical equals? That's a horrible idea. I always liked the Batman/Wonderwoman romance from the animated series I refuse to shut up about, or -HERE'S A THOUGHT- how about the male cast members from Wondy's OWN series? YOu know, THE PEOPLE SHE'S BONDED WITH OVER TIME. Why do we never see these characters? And more importantly
3. Why did Wondy never get a Timmverse animated series, but Batman had its series, a reboot, a spot on the Justice League, Batman Beyond, and guest appearances EVERYWHERE?!
Don't get me wrong, I love Batman and the entire Bat-family more than one might believe, but I watched the Superman animated series, too. I watched Static shock, too. I watched the Justice League and Justice League Unlimited to pieces, WHERE'S WONDY'S SHOW? I didn't mean for all of these questions to be about Wonder Woman, but seriously now!
4. Why is Batman: Brave and the Bold (the cartoon series)still on the air?
Again, I love Batman, but this show is campy! I can't stand campy! I love how it shows off minor characters of the DC universe, but Justice League unlimited did that while taking kids seriously and being entertaining for all ages! It just fries me that the good cartoons of my youth have been replaced with shows I wouldn't let my housepets watch. It's such a shame when I see brilliant people working on these shows. I know they can do so much better than that.
5. Why did I have to wait until Batman the Brave and the Bold to learn about the Blue Beetle?
I haven't heard much at all about him but I read one comic and it looked good. How did I not see that in JLU? And why hasn't the Spirit gotten a show? (Actually, I'll answer that: It's because people watched that stupid movie Frank Miller wrote that I ranted about at One Cleric Short.)
6. Why did I see Supergirl pajamas at the store, but not Batgirl pajamas?
Erhm... Disregard that question. Forget I ever asked.
6. Why has it been taking so damn long to get my comicbook done?
...Did I forget to mention I'm making a comicbook? It's about a superhero called-... Well, I'll let you see it when I finish it. How's that? Anyways, I'll answer this one anyways. My comicbook is taking so long because it's really just -me- working on it. I haven't even finished the pencils and this thing has been years in the making (due to other things I had going, namely school, I haven't been able to get work done on it for much of that time, not to mention one or two complete re-writes). I'm not sure if this comic will get anywhere, but it might get me into the industry, and that's all I can ask.
I know I had some other questions, but I think this will suffice for now. Let's hope I can get my arse in gear and work on some real posts soon enough. For the moment, everyone remember to equip your utility belts.
1. Why can nobody write for Wonder Woman?
Ok, this is a little loaded, and there -are- some people who write beautifully for her (You know, those animated series' I never shut up about), but so many write her as inept (can't pump gas) or self-centered (thinks humans are inferior) when she really REALLY isn't. This is Wonder Woman! Spirit of truth! She's a princess with natural beauty and an interest in NOT just superman, but the male cast of her series. Which leads me to my next question.
2. Why is Wondy paired with Superman?
Is it the red-white-and-blue outfits? (and to be fair, both outfits have gold more than white). Is it because they're both physical equals? That's a horrible idea. I always liked the Batman/Wonderwoman romance from the animated series I refuse to shut up about, or -HERE'S A THOUGHT- how about the male cast members from Wondy's OWN series? YOu know, THE PEOPLE SHE'S BONDED WITH OVER TIME. Why do we never see these characters? And more importantly
3. Why did Wondy never get a Timmverse animated series, but Batman had its series, a reboot, a spot on the Justice League, Batman Beyond, and guest appearances EVERYWHERE?!
Don't get me wrong, I love Batman and the entire Bat-family more than one might believe, but I watched the Superman animated series, too. I watched Static shock, too. I watched the Justice League and Justice League Unlimited to pieces, WHERE'S WONDY'S SHOW? I didn't mean for all of these questions to be about Wonder Woman, but seriously now!
4. Why is Batman: Brave and the Bold (the cartoon series)still on the air?
Again, I love Batman, but this show is campy! I can't stand campy! I love how it shows off minor characters of the DC universe, but Justice League unlimited did that while taking kids seriously and being entertaining for all ages! It just fries me that the good cartoons of my youth have been replaced with shows I wouldn't let my housepets watch. It's such a shame when I see brilliant people working on these shows. I know they can do so much better than that.
5. Why did I have to wait until Batman the Brave and the Bold to learn about the Blue Beetle?
I haven't heard much at all about him but I read one comic and it looked good. How did I not see that in JLU? And why hasn't the Spirit gotten a show? (Actually, I'll answer that: It's because people watched that stupid movie Frank Miller wrote that I ranted about at One Cleric Short.)
6. Why did I see Supergirl pajamas at the store, but not Batgirl pajamas?
Erhm... Disregard that question. Forget I ever asked.
6. Why has it been taking so damn long to get my comicbook done?
...Did I forget to mention I'm making a comicbook? It's about a superhero called-... Well, I'll let you see it when I finish it. How's that? Anyways, I'll answer this one anyways. My comicbook is taking so long because it's really just -me- working on it. I haven't even finished the pencils and this thing has been years in the making (due to other things I had going, namely school, I haven't been able to get work done on it for much of that time, not to mention one or two complete re-writes). I'm not sure if this comic will get anywhere, but it might get me into the industry, and that's all I can ask.
I know I had some other questions, but I think this will suffice for now. Let's hope I can get my arse in gear and work on some real posts soon enough. For the moment, everyone remember to equip your utility belts.
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