It goes without saying that I neglect my dA. I don't intend to lie, I really don't give this website a whole lot of thought. Other social networking sites email me when I have an update I need, however this one doesn't (and thus falls to the back of my mind.)

However last night, out of morbid curiosity, I began to browse my own gallery. I can't help but to feel that I have, in fact, improved over the years... but my gallery really doesn't show it. Hence last night dA received a flood of my work. I really appreciate the faves I've gotten on that stuff, by the way.

I'm not going to lie and say I'm going to post my work more often... that would be a hollow promise and I am not a hollow man. However for those old friends for whome dA is my only way of contacting, that being people like , , and , I really miss you guys so I hope this can be a way to re-establish contact.

Later ^_^
--- A_O

So I'm sure that anyone paying attention can see who my political choice was. Personally I think what need be said has been said, and I'm just gonna wait for him to show his "politician" side so that I can get pissed off at the government again. Until then, I have other woes.

Today at work I was working on a script, using my usb drive as a storage device. Like many people, my USB is attached to my keychain which incidentally also has a long ribbon attached to it as well. To make a long story short, I kicked the ribbon, it yanked my keychain, and now I've lost all of the data that was on my flash drive.

I don't think it was too major of a loss, as everything I lost can be recovered (I do believe). However it made me realize just how much data I've lost in the last few years. Hard drives burning out, flash drives dying, losing storage space with my hardware in it... I've lost alot of crap here. So it surprises me that I'm not so concerned. I guess I'll just have to push forward.

Tonight I found myself in handcuffs, kneeling in front of a squad car with a gun in my face. My epiphany in that moment: The hood just got too damn close.

On July 10th I got a text message at work from my girlfriend, telling me the intersection down the street from our house was blocked off by several police cars. I was walking through a car garage just over Wishard hospital when an ambulance pulled in, followed by 3 squad cars. Officer Jason Fishburn had been shot while in pursuit of a murder suspect. While my girlfriend told me about the swat vehicles arriving on scene, I watched as doctors comforted grieving family and co-workers.

Around July 21st we had new neighbors move in. An older man, a younger mother, and her two small daughters. I came home after work on several occasions to find the lass outside courting what I assumed were male suitors. Within a week there was violence, as her male friends began beating the living shit out of her older "boyfriend".

Tonight I was driving home as normal when a police officer pulled out behind me. I pulled into my street and he turned with me, at first tailing me very closely then backing off. I pulled into the parking of an abandoned ice company down the street from my house and the officer passed me by. I turned around and tried to find parking in front of my house, however my street has become very populated and there is only parking on one side. So I had to back into the ice company again. Just as I had backed up so did the officer, and he pointed both his light and his gun at me and made me approach his car. Hence I ended up on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back and a gun in my face.

I always heard stories from people I know about being pulled over because they "fit the description." Apparently someone had broken into a laundry down the street wearing all white. The only witness described them as being a "black or light skinned" man. That's a very broad description, and since my work uniform is a white shirt and khaki pants, I guess I fit it pretty well. Subjectively I know I could be upset. I went from coming home from work with no place to park to being suspect to a felony in a matter of seconds. However when I re-evaluate it objectively, I can see that the overall issue was subjectivity. Subjectively that officer saw that I was dirty, wearing all white, a black or light skinned male, and behaving strangely with my car. It also helps that he wasn't a prick, and listened well enough to understand that I was innocent even before the eye witness identified that I wasn't the guy.

I'm living in the middle of the hood. Run down buildings all around me, niggaz out hustlin all around me. Yet somehow I have hope that maybe, just maybe, an objective view of this situation can provide me with the different perspective so desperately needed. I pray to god I survive long enough to find it.

My new URL: [link]

Hey folks... remember that last blog called "I'm still around"? Well, I lied apparently. However I haven't gone stagnant and just become a normie. Instead I went and did stand up comedy for a few months, to understand t3h funny. I also quit that depressing prison I called a job, and now go around doing other stuff while looking for something else. Rather depressing, no?

Well those of you still reading will be happy to know that I start college this fall for animation. I also have some other projects in the works that I'd like to share, but whats the point of ruining the surprise. So until next time, miss ya!

I've been gone for a while... I know this. Truth be told, I've moved out of one place, and am about to move out of another. I find myself yet again distraught at my job, I have no transportation and cannot rely on myself, my progress in life is dwindling, and when it comes to my art I've just been uninspired.

However, whereever there is a darker path, there will always be a lighter half. Honestly, I'm moving into a place where I can have a room of my own, and I have the opportunity to grow. I'm going to be buying a car, which will make self-reliance all the easier. This will also provide the opportunity to find a new job, go to college, and even move cross country if I wish. Things are moving up, even so much that I have been inspired to read the Tao again, and I just saw something that inspired me artistically.

As many of you remember, I was gushing about participation in Hispanic day. While working on the picture I was forced to move, so quality suffered (tho, perhaps not more than it would have anyway). However in the 24hours H-Day had 336 submissions. I always wanted to be a loner,.. never knew how good it could feel to be one of a group of hundreds. I'm proud, not of my hispanic heritage (as I have none), but to be allowed to participate in this festival of heritage in general. Thank you kinfolk, no matter who you are.

I'll try to keep in touch
--- Isham