tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65910401677821622682024-03-13T23:34:53.719-04:00"Blah Blah Blah"JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-48458327529761462242009-07-12T11:00:00.001-04:002009-07-12T11:01:55.010-04:00"There was a hot girl in the comic shop..."<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh3qt9jhAW0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh3qt9jhAW0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-76663854072973453402009-03-22T03:19:00.002-04:002009-03-22T03:26:30.242-04:00Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...cant sleep, trekking across the net and bumped into the following<br /><br /><h2>Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...</h2> <hr /> Date: 2005-04-03, 9:30PM PDT<br /><br /><br /> In the wide world of dating, there are many options. Do you go for the flashy guy with the smooth smile, or the dude in the corner typing away on his laptop? The following are reasons why I think my fellow females should pay more attention to the quiet geeks and nerds, and less attention to the flashy boys.<br /><br />1.) While geeks and nerds may be awkward, they’re well-meaning 9 out of 10 times. That smooth dude with the sly grin and the spider hands? Wonder what HIS intentions are... plus, I’ve never had a geek guy not call me when he said he would. Score major points THERE.<br /><br />2.) They’re useful. In this tech-savvy world, it’s great to have a b/f who can make your laptop, desktop, and just about anything else that plugs into a wall behave itself.<br /><br />3.) They’re more romantic than they’re given credit for. Ok true, their idea of romance might be to make up a spiffy web-page with all the reasons why they love you, with links to pics of you and sonnets and such... but hey. It lasts longer than flowers, plus you can show your friends.<br /><br />4.) Due to their neglected status, there are plenty to choose from. You like ‘em tall and slender? There are plenty of geeks/nerds who are. You like ‘em smaller with more meat on their bones? Got that too.<br /><br />5.) They’ve got brains. Come on now, how can intelligence be a bad thing?<br /><br />6.) Most are quite good at remembering dates. Like birthdates and such, especially if they know it’ll make you happy. Due again to their neglected status, they’re more attentive than guys who “have more options”. Plus, with all that down time without a steady girlfriend, they’ll likely have mental lists of all the things they’d love to do once they GOT a girlfriend.<br /><br />7.) Sex. Yep. Sex. I’m not really familiar with this myself, but I’ve friends who’ve been intimate with geek guys and it’s raves all around. They say a virgin wrote the Kama Sutra... all that time thinking about sex, imagining sex, dreaming about sex, (they are male after all) coupled with a desire to make you happy? Use your imagination.<br /><br />8.) They’re relatively low-maintenance. Most can be fueled on pizza, Twinkies and Mt Dew. No complicated dinners needed here, so if you’re not the best cook, eh. Can you order a pizza?<br /><br />9.) Most frequent bars as often as slugs frequent salt mines. You won’t have to worry much about your geek guy getting his “groove” on with club hotties because, frankly, he’ll be too busy rooting around under his computer wondering where that spare cable went. You won’t have to worry about him flirting with other women because, 9 out of 10 times, he’ll zip right by them in a perfect b-line towards the nearest electronics store. I’ve seen this happen.<br />Me: “Eww. Victoria Secret’s Models... They’re so skinny. How is that feminine? You can see her ribs!”<br />Geek Guy: “ooooooo...”<br />Me: “Hey!” *notices he is staring lustfully towards the computer store*<br />Geek Guy: “What?” <br />Me: “Never mind...” <br /><br />10.) Although he may not want to go to every outing with you, you can arrange swaps, as in, you’ll go to his Gamer Con dressed as an elf princess if he’ll take you to the ballet. Plus, if he doesn’t want to go someplace with you, you won’t have to worry much about what he’s up to. You’ll probably come home to find him asleep on his keyboard in a sea of Mt. Dew cans with code blinking from the screen. It’s ok. He’s used to this. Just toss a blanket over him and turn out the light.<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">(Mittens note: or in my case, the couch :-/)</span><br /><br />11.) His friends aren’t jerks. I can’t stress this enough. You’ll more likely get “Omg! A GIRL!! Can I see?!” than “Hey hot stuff back that ass up here and let me get some grub on...” They’re awkward geeks too and will, 9 times out of 10, treat you with the utmost respect and, more than likely, a note of awe. A cute girl picked one of their clan to date? It could happen to them! Hope! Drag some of your single girlfriends over, open up a pack of Mt. Dew, crack open the DnD set and get working. Nothing impresses geek guys more than a girl who can hack-n-slash (well ok maybe if she can code... a geek can dream).<br /><br />12.) They’re rarely if ever possessive. They trust you, so you can be yourself around them. You like to walk around the house in a ratty t-shirt for comfort? He won’t care. He does too! They won’t get pissy if you don’t wear make-up or don’t want to bother primping your hair. If you gain a few pounds, they won’t try their best to make you feel like crap.<br /><br />13.) They’re usually very well educated. Physics majors and the like. See #5. You won’t have to listen to him blathering on about his car (ok maybe a little), he’ll have loads of other interesting things to talk about. <del>Politics,</del> world events, how much the chicken burgers down at the local place rock, so long as you douse them in hot sauce...<br /><br />14.) You’ll almost never have to hear, “Yaw dawg whazzap!!” plop out of their mouths. Unless it’s in jest. They spell properly, use correct punctuation, and are able to tell the difference between the toilet and the floor. They almost never get “wasted”, so you won’t have to worry about coming home to find him and his friends passed out on the floor amidst a pile of beer bottles. Mt. Dew cans, perhaps...<br /><br />15.) And the final reason why geeks and nerds make great boyfriends: They actually give a damn about you. Not how you look (though that’s a plus), not how skinny you are, not how much make-up you primp yourself up with, but they like you for you. That kind of thing lasts longer than “DaMN baby you got a fine ass!!!” Believe me.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/66795671.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Source</span></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-13572382378179224002009-03-13T11:40:00.001-04:002009-03-13T11:42:59.710-04:00One<input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="dbc486a9794887d8859a4e494f8fe7d9" type="hidden"> Shit happens, things change, time flows, deal with it.<br />It is almost as if someone or something above is controlling you like a marionette in some children's theater. It has gotten to the point that I could predict which is the next of my strings that will get tugged.<br /><br />What do you folks do to cope with things? Pretty sure some of you cry until the tears flow no more or draw, but I, I do origami. So after a <i>shitacular</i> Fall semester all I finally did the one that I wanted to do ever since I made that first crane oh so many years ago.<br /><br />According to a Japanese legend, whoever folds 1000 paper cranes will get their one wish granted.<br /><br /><b>One wish.</b><br /><br />Enclosed in this jar are 999 paper cranes with the last sheet of paper unfolded.<br /><br />I only get one and I'm not about to waste it on something stupid. Will the last crane ever be folded? One day, maybe.<br /><br />At least i can give my fingers a little rest now<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Sbp-xrzqriI/AAAAAAAAANs/oc-xptxuf4k/s1600-h/n533780371_6203290_8298227.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Sbp-xrzqriI/AAAAAAAAANs/oc-xptxuf4k/s320/n533780371_6203290_8298227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312698102475042338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Sbp-xoad1CI/AAAAAAAAANk/UJMJYVHfpl0/s1600-h/n533780371_6203291_6739425.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Sbp-xoad1CI/AAAAAAAAANk/UJMJYVHfpl0/s320/n533780371_6203291_6739425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312698101564036130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Sbp-xeLMbCI/AAAAAAAAANc/lyuNxxPjrNg/s1600-h/n533780371_6203297_5807466.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Sbp-xeLMbCI/AAAAAAAAANc/lyuNxxPjrNg/s320/n533780371_6203297_5807466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312698098815626274" border="0" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-55448842875851040852009-01-01T01:06:00.005-05:002009-01-01T01:15:09.797-05:00So, i got bored<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SVxe4AGR0nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Uhh5ka5Os3E/s1600-h/cranes002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SVxe4AGR0nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Uhh5ka5Os3E/s320/cranes002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286204378818138738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SVxe35yxOgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vuFKjTDhcjQ/s1600-h/cranes001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SVxe35yxOgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vuFKjTDhcjQ/s320/cranes001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286204377125698050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />meh, not as cool as folding 1,000 of themJGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-29780977805011518932008-10-25T11:33:00.001-04:002008-10-25T11:33:59.756-04:00Grr, ArgghUgh, Primitive Theater is finally finished. Man, this was a tough one, not only was it in NURBS (ugh -_-), but also had to animate a quadruped x.x. Sound fx were done pretty much last minute as the placement & volume on a few of the sounds could be better. Didn't care, just glad it's all over.<br /><br />First a faerie now a cat ........ see a pattern is starting here<br /><br /><a href="http://webspace.ringling.edu/%7Ejgulledg/ACCESS/CG220/PT.mov">http://webspace.ringling.edu/~jgulledg/ACCESS/CG220/PT.mov</a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-66385918281515110132008-09-26T00:16:00.002-04:002008-09-26T00:28:10.015-04:00Top 15 things you should *never* do on Facebooklink via <a href="http://digg.com/tech_news/Top_15_things_you_should_never_do_on_Facebook">Digg</a>, via <a href="http://www.techradar.com/news/internet/web/top-15-things-you-should-never-do-on-facebook-470875">TechRadar</a><br /><br /><p><strong>1. Use Facebook mail instead of proper email</strong><br />Are you silly? When you Facebook mail me, I have to log into my real email to find that I then have to go and log into my Facebook account to read and reply to your message. If you've got my real email address, please use it.</p><p><strong>2. Add old friends and then forget about them</strong><br />This is the biggest social networking crime of them all. How many times has it happened? You haven't seen someone for 20 years; you vaguely recognize their name but not their face. They add you as a friend on Facebook and then after you accept them, you never hear from them again.</p><p><strong>3. Adding people you don't even know</strong><br />It's one thing to add an old friend and then never speak to them. It's another to add anyone whose name you kind of vaguely sort of recognize. It's like that old man in the pub who slaps everyone on the back as if they were old pals, when in actual fact he has no friends, largely because of this habit.</p><p><strong>4. Adding single-serving holiday friends</strong><br />Some people just don't understand that the exchanging of email addresses at the end of a holiday is just a social ritual and is absolutely not an invitation to add you to Facebook and then turn up unannounced at your house three months later.</p><p><strong>5. Accepting friend invitations from people you don't know</strong><br />It's one thing to complain about irritating people adding you on Facebook, but if you accept those invites, you've only got yourself to blame. If you scan through your Facebook friends list, you'll doubtless find a handful of people in there you barely know. It's a horrible realization - like when you suddenly realize your hand is resting on a knob of someone else's chewing gum underneath a desk.</p><div><p><strong>6. Update Facebook profile when you're supposedly ill</strong><br />How many times have we seen it? Someone calls in sick in the morning and then updates their Facebook profile minute-by-minute throughout the day, documenting a day of ice cream, chips, video games and jumping on the bed. Get dressed and get to work you lazy hoodwink, or else you'll probably be fired. And it'd be your own fault for adding your boss to be your Facebook friend.</p><p><strong>7. Write on a wall instead of communicating privately</strong><br />The driving force behind the success of Facebook is... vanity. People love the idea that others are watching what they're doing. Tell me this: for what reason would you invite someone to a private party by writing on their wall, other than to show off to all the people on their friends list who you don't want to come? It just makes you look like a tit, so don't do it.</p><p><strong>8. Moan in your Facebook status</strong><br />The most annoying thing that people do on Facebook is to spray their walls with vanity-filled drivel, by posting self-indulgent awfulness in their status updates. "Kerry is sorry how it ended but it had to be done. I love you and will miss you, and I hope you can apologise one day". Oh sod off. If you've got something to say to someone, say it. Don't post it on your wall because no one else is interested, and people just think you're a prat.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(mittens note: Oh boy, don't get me started on this...)</span><br /></p><p><strong>9. Other irritating status updates</strong><br />No, "Dave is" is not an acceptable status update, nor is it original or in any way clever. "Dave just is..." is equally as inexcusable. And "Dave is Dave is Dave" is downright taking the piss. Oh, and song lyrics are also a no-no. "Sandra was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows she's miserable now" will impress people about the same amount as Morrissey's saggy, miserable face.</p><p><strong>10. Upload drunken pictures the morning after</strong><br />Have a little common sense. If you go out for a big one on a Wednesday night, posting humiliating, drunken photos of your friends on Thursday morning is a recipe for disaster. Because when I call in sick at 9am, the last thing I want my boss to say is: "I've seen the pictures of you crawling in the gutter last night. I'm not amused or impressed, now get to work!"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(mittens note: especially with potential recruiters that might be checking out your page)</span><br /></p><p><strong>11. Joining ridiculous chain-mail groups</strong><br />Why do people insist on joining groups such as "On the X of May, everyone has to panic buy carrots"? Come on people, how stupid are you? There's one group on Facebook devoted to nullifying the vegetarian moral crusade, and it's called: "For every animal you don't eat, I'm going to eat three". That's a good group name. "I think Ryan Seacrest is the best presenter ever" is not.</p><p><strong>12. Starting said groups</strong><br />Enough said.</p><p><strong>13. Lazy grammar and spelling mistrakes</strong><br />Reading Facebook is like perusing a six-year olds' English copybook. Come on, people: 'Your' is 'your'. 'You are' is 'you're'. It really isn't hard to get that little one right. And understanding the difference between there, their and they're surely isn't too much of a challenge?</p><p><strong>14. Upload photos to Facebook and deleting originals</strong><br />Uploading photos to Facebook can be a very handy way of sharing your holiday snaps. But for the love of God, don't lose your originals. Facebook is terrible at compressing and resizing images - it turns your 14MP panoramas into 14KB monstrosities. Facebook is not a suitable repository to store your precious photos!</p><p><strong>15. Inviting me to be a Zombie Pirate Snot Monster</strong><br />Please don't do that ever ever again<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(mittens note: or any of those "games")</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bonus!<br />16. The New Facebook</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Deal with it</span><br /></p><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><p style="font-style: italic;"></p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">Extra Life!<br />Cracked's <a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/2008/09/10/the-10-commandments-of-facebook/">10 Commandments of Facebook</a></span><br /></p></div>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-82442941247920843222008-09-23T18:39:00.003-04:002008-09-23T18:50:57.375-04:00That's some fine cheese you have thereBall bounce video:<br /><a href="http://webspace.ringling.edu/%7Ejgulledg/ACCESS/CG220/bb_jgulledg.mov">linky</a><br /><br />embedded video = dropped framesJGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-24291239344933986522008-08-01T22:52:00.002-04:002008-08-01T22:55:06.888-04:00Rubber Band Ball 2 - The Sequel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SJPMQo6turI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iDEbbru3bDo/s1600-h/Photo002_0620.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SJPMQo6turI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iDEbbru3bDo/s320/Photo002_0620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229748178540935858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SJPMQ5BW-fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jVf6TEtL5NA/s1600-h/Photo008_0731.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SJPMQ5BW-fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jVf6TEtL5NA/s320/Photo008_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229748182863772146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Same ball =PJGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-90738662412997520822008-06-08T02:02:00.006-04:002008-06-08T02:09:05.920-04:00Slow day @ work is a long day @ work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SEt3SoiiNSI/AAAAAAAAAII/j0AVOCe1ptc/s1600-h/Photo000_0606.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SEt3SoiiNSI/AAAAAAAAAII/j0AVOCe1ptc/s200/Photo000_0606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209388555987727650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SEt3S17kTGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XxDmNiG0XJ4/s1600-h/Photo001_0606.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SEt3S17kTGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XxDmNiG0XJ4/s200/Photo001_0606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209388559582383202" border="0" /></a><br />yea I was that bored -.-JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-44247144121646741752008-05-22T23:24:00.001-04:002008-05-22T23:27:15.016-04:00Karolina's pantsugh, this were a pain to do >_< figure i do the pockets, seams, loops, etc as part of the texture.<br />still need hair & shirt :O<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SDY5KvgLiqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYO93GKBOiw/s1600-h/pants.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SDY5KvgLiqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HYO93GKBOiw/s400/pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203409276186102434" border="0" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-37304140960140518852008-05-16T23:13:00.005-04:002008-05-17T00:23:07.636-04:00Summer project - The Runaways kids in 3DTo keep me busy over the 3 (4?) months of nothingness between semesters and to do some work in Maya, I'm attempting to create some of the Runaways kids into 3D models in Maya.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runaways_%28comics%29"><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runaways_%28comics%29</a><br /><br />Originally planned on starting with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molly_Hayes">Molly</a> (adorable!) but already had a few parts in my "morgue" that would go well with someone in their mid/late teens. So <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karolina_Dean">Karolina</a> it is.<br /><br />Currently just the body, need to tackle the hair and clothing now x.x<br />only head shots at the moment, others will be uploaded later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SC5dbh5CyUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kseqD0UWmrw/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/SC5dbh5CyUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kseqD0UWmrw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201197347194980674" border="0" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-15660287516454622062008-04-21T01:11:00.002-04:002008-04-21T01:15:01.699-04:00Hope she says yesGodspeed fellow geek :D<br /><br /><a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/105o1fd.jpg">http://i30.tinypic.com/105o1fd.jpg</a><br /><br />*fingers crossed*JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-47132738981296309112008-03-12T23:33:00.005-04:002008-03-12T23:42:09.917-04:00Wark! Wark!origami Chocobo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihkRU-EhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jeV0Un8gkMk/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihkRU-EhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jeV0Un8gkMk/s200/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177065416161104402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihlBU-EiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ppbSbisz1Hc/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihlBU-EiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ppbSbisz1Hc/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177065429046006306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihlhU-EjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z1bhUgMCpWY/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihlhU-EjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Z1bhUgMCpWY/s200/IMG_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177065437635940914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihmRU-EkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vzSPEVqNNHY/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R9ihmRU-EkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vzSPEVqNNHY/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177065450520842818" border="0" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-17874018755291241852008-01-31T15:52:00.001-05:002008-01-31T16:32:19.423-05:00Faeries dont walk, they fly<span style="font-weight: bold;">Faeries don't walk, they fly.</span><br /><br />do you know how hard it is to find reference for a creature that doesn't walk?!<br />anywho, little less than 6 days + no sleep =<br /><a href="http://webspace.ringling.edu/%7Ejgulledg/">http://webspace.ringling.edu/~jgulledg/</a><br /><br />right-click -> save as<br /><br />TA1 students: start thinking of some possible characters over the summer; more time to do walkJGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-36929628322782106792008-01-25T00:04:00.000-05:002008-01-25T00:10:58.666-05:00Uh, ran out of paper ;_;origami made from thin sheets of metal<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luY0bcNCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9Iwz08yLBIU/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luY0bcNCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9Iwz08yLBIU/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276220799267874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luY0bcNDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2_h5My8xYxk/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luY0bcNDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2_h5My8xYxk/s200/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276220799267890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luZUbcNFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kocM54e587I/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luZUbcNFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kocM54e587I/s200/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276229389202514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luZkbcNGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mmXjFoY1JoA/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luZkbcNGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mmXjFoY1JoA/s200/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276233684169826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luuUbcNHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fJiHrmZbnHM/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luuUbcNHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fJiHrmZbnHM/s200/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276590166455410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luukbcNJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Yvhq5Y4XNs/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luukbcNJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Yvhq5Y4XNs/s200/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276594461422738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luukbcNKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1fa9bUSl0xA/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luukbcNKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1fa9bUSl0xA/s200/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159276594461422754" border="0" /></a><br />last time i make that Hydralisk in metal ;_; surprised I still have my fingers<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R5luukbcNKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1fa9bUSl0xA/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-20829459520854661902008-01-02T16:21:00.001-05:002008-01-02T16:24:50.493-05:00What Girls need to know about their geek Boyfriendslink via <a href="http://digg.com/comedy/What_Girls_need_to_know_about_their_geek_Boyfriends">Digg</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20What%20Girls%20need%20to%20know%20about%20their%20geek%20Boyfriend%3E%3Cbr%3E%3C/a%3E%3Ca%20href=" com="" v="GG5x7-waI38""> </a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20What%20Girls%20need%20to%20know%20about%20their%20geek%20Boyfriend%3E%3Cbr%3E%3C/a%3E%3Ca%20href=" com="" v="GG5x7-waI38"">What Girls need to know about their geek Boyfriends</a><br /><br />watch and take note =PJGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-63099878461842062512007-12-24T20:16:00.000-05:002007-12-24T20:28:31.011-05:0012 Days of Origami - day 4Crishy want it, she got it =P<br />Zerg Hydralisk!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R3BcTO0TrGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ozRWqMSMyNg/s1600-h/100_0519.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R3BcTO0TrGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ozRWqMSMyNg/s200/100_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147715859549236322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R3BcTe0TrHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XpTOO-CLI94/s1600-h/100_0520.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R3BcTe0TrHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XpTOO-CLI94/s200/100_0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147715863844203634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R3BcTe0TrII/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y91bCT8kMtA/s1600-h/100_0521.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R3BcTe0TrII/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y91bCT8kMtA/s200/100_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147715863844203650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />paper was a bit on the thick side, it tore in a few places ;_;JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-48097612180683530442007-12-23T23:51:00.000-05:002007-12-23T23:58:20.026-05:0012 Days of Origami - days 2 & 3Yea, i know I missed a day =P so here's 2 models<br /><br />Betsy wanted a turtle<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287Nu0TrBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B1fa_Ewf4Uk/s1600-h/100_0512.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287Nu0TrBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B1fa_Ewf4Uk/s320/100_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398006199528466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287Nu0TrCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JcuOE0e-4Qc/s1600-h/100_0513.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287Nu0TrCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JcuOE0e-4Qc/s320/100_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398006199528482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287Nu0TrAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IqMSZ1TKvEc/s1600-h/100_0511.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287Nu0TrAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IqMSZ1TKvEc/s320/100_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398006199528450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and here's today's - a frog<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287ru0TrEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ea9HaX0ss0/s1600-h/100_0515.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287ru0TrEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ea9HaX0ss0/s200/100_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398521595604034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287r-0TrFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q7_9m3jDr-Q/s1600-h/100_0516.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287r-0TrFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q7_9m3jDr-Q/s200/100_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398525890571346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287ru0TrDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dCccFOqAkc4/s1600-h/100_0514.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R287ru0TrDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dCccFOqAkc4/s200/100_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398521595604018" border="0" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-37790126897861531792007-12-22T00:45:00.000-05:002007-12-22T01:20:40.950-05:0012 Days of.......OrigamiThis is kinda of a spur of the moment thing and to relieve boredom over winter break x.x<br /><br />Twelve days, with each day being a different origami object, something I've never created before =) This was meant to go up on the 21st, looks like I missed it by 15 minutes or so. However, it *IS* still the 21st in California, so =P<br /><br />Today's (yesterday, rather) object is a 'hawk' suggested by Shannon.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R2yqJe0Tq-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tJNZufVCd4U/s1600-h/100_0510.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R2yqJe0Tq-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tJNZufVCd4U/s200/100_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146675554045635554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R2yqJu0Tq_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IH98NzdA_oA/s1600-h/100_0506.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R2yqJu0Tq_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IH98NzdA_oA/s200/100_0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146675558340602866" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Want me to make something? IM or Facebook me your suggestions<br /><br />XDJGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-53229430786190768502007-11-18T13:06:00.000-05:002007-11-18T19:02:12.611-05:00Drifting AwayNeeded to get something off my chest, but at the same time not wanting to blurt it out to everyone. Figure the best way to do this was to write it in a completely different alphabet.<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R0CAWQq0p4I/AAAAAAAAADk/aqDkPRBfgAg/s1600-h/driftingAway.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R0CAWQq0p4I/AAAAAAAAADk/aqDkPRBfgAg/s400/driftingAway.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134244695122421634" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/R0B_Vgq0p3I/AAAAAAAAADc/DrMdnw3OVtI/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><br /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-29662146794962228292007-11-12T02:28:00.000-05:002007-11-12T03:04:59.989-05:00At least they will not wither to death …<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Well, been meaning to make a new flower arrangement for some time now (the first can be found <a href="http://rsad.facebook.com/album.php?aid=52450">here</a>), so I kinda started on one over the weekend. Only a few for now, expect the full dozen in about a month or so. Each bud made from a single sheet of paper, with the calyx being a separate sheet. Be a neat thing to do again for Valentine's Day; spray a little bit of rose water (I'm all out x.x) to make them smell nice :)<br /><br />Did think about giving them (some) to someone, but kinda having second thoughts on it now x.x<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RzgEvt0BVeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9onCpc9zV3w/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"> </a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RzgICd0BVgI/AAAAAAAAADM/GZX95Vu0edA/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RzgICd0BVgI/AAAAAAAAADM/GZX95Vu0edA/s320/DSC01717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131860613844260354" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RzgIDd0BVhI/AAAAAAAAADU/GrsanDKyN8c/s1600-h/DSC01719.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RzgIDd0BVhI/AAAAAAAAADU/GrsanDKyN8c/s320/DSC01719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131860631024129554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RzgEvt0BVeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9onCpc9zV3w/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"></a></div>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-26262839716999574492007-11-05T01:29:00.001-05:002007-11-05T02:06:27.075-05:00Getting back into the Maya<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry6_3xLYlsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uLMxMwuNAH8/s1600-h/temperance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry6_3xLYlsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uLMxMwuNAH8/s320/temperance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129247990436370114" border="0" /></a>Now that I've gotten a spiffy new keyboard, it's time to get back to the Maya \m/ For the past week or so, been building a faerie based on an illustration on one of my tarot cards. Still a lot of work needs to be done on the face.<br /><br />I am *not* looking forward to modeling the hair ¬_¬<br /><br />left is default, right is mesh-smoothed<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry7AFRLYltI/AAAAAAAAACE/J_tT_fQCsjo/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry7AFRLYltI/AAAAAAAAACE/J_tT_fQCsjo/s320/Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129248222364604114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry7AFhLYluI/AAAAAAAAACM/mT5BLFd3hzQ/s1600-h/Picture+4+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry7AFhLYluI/AAAAAAAAACM/mT5BLFd3hzQ/s320/Picture+4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129248226659571426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry7AGBLYlvI/AAAAAAAAACU/OyGhyGS_q0E/s1600-h/Picture+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/Ry7AGBLYlvI/AAAAAAAAACU/OyGhyGS_q0E/s320/Picture+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129248235249506034" border="0" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-86600106758466314562007-11-01T23:20:00.000-04:002007-11-01T23:24:22.805-04:00Random artworkHad to stitch the scans together as someone was using the large format printer -- even though that printer still isnt large enough.<br /><br />Soon as I get a better scan, I'll be coloring her<BR><BR><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RyqYShLYlmI/AAAAAAAAABM/s75KRmE6UbU/s1600-h/girlBlueLine.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RyqYShLYlmI/AAAAAAAAABM/s75KRmE6UbU/s400/girlBlueLine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128078569625917026" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-19023417738966090642007-10-28T17:21:00.000-04:002007-10-28T17:43:00.768-04:00Ori-gah-memmmmm Lucky Stars, they look good enough to eat. Yes, paper-flavored candies loaded with fiber!<br /><br />Made for someone that likes origami, but doesn't have the patience/skill for it o.O Started it I *think* sometime in September and just now got around to finishing it X.x Oh well, better late than never.<br /><br />Don't remember how many stars are in that bag, which is about 4.5x3x3<br /><br />Now to finish that *other* bag ;_;<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RyUB_hLYllI/AAAAAAAAABE/yu7cQeCYHtg/s1600-h/luckyStars.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJ8Jp1fFFxY/RyUB_hLYllI/AAAAAAAAABE/yu7cQeCYHtg/s400/luckyStars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126505941580682834" border="0" /></a>JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591040167782162268.post-59626741542360083552007-10-24T01:55:00.000-04:002007-10-24T02:01:21.700-04:00Oh Noes!I gave in and started myself a blog....just like everyone else (yay for conformity!) Nah, Wayne suggested that I should get a one. Yes, "should" as in "requirement." :O <BR><BR>So, over the next few days I'll be posting some random gibberish as well as some projects that I've started and really <s>want</s> neeed to finish.JGulledghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03982618359947031368noreply@blogger.com0