Gordon's Hungry

So Gordon's started living out on his own now, and if I hadn't mentioned it before, my parents and I usually bring him some food boxes every few weeks. But since I've been away from Canberra, my parents haven't traveled down there and as such Gordon has been getting very hungry. Observe how he decided to start a convo with me tonight:

After some talk I acquiesce to his demands. At which point he pictorially replied:

I just don't have enough conversations like this ^_^

New Banners?

It's come to my attention that the narcisstic humour of my plastered face as a banner for the blog has worn thin with several people. Myself included. Thus I appealed to Gordon for some assistance. His thoughts:

Gordon says: that one has symbolisem
Gordon says: cause the right guy is like
Gordon says: is confused with the term of abmo
Gordon says: hence the
Gordon says: AbMo?
Gordon says: and the other guy is like
Gordon says: "I can't believe im hearing this correctly! What!?"
Gordon says: it connects to society
Gordon says: =|~

Or he had this:

Gordon says: to symbolise pokemans
Gordon says: /ok
Gordon days: passionb
Gordon says: powah
Gordon says: and gun
Gordon says: !
Gordon says: the pokeball is meant to be soul edge
Gordon says: /ok
Gordon writes:

Finally:

Gordon says: that's what happens if you catch a pikachu in the soul edgaball

Inane Pictures

The Beginning

Noticing the alarming trend in these pictures, I question whether Gordon has a ponytail.

And on a totally unrelated note, he moves on to explain to me the correlation between power and hair length in Japanese anime.

I comment that the above fellow would be God. He claims he is not and that God would be:

Because of pupil hairage.

I lament about how I am going to struggle to get these online because this conversation deserves to be saved. His suggestion of what I could try:

Last remarks?

Good night from me too <3

Awesome aspires to be like Gordon

In case you haven't noticed, Gordon is in a MSN convo drawing mood.

Shanan: I was trying to think up a more "artistic" pose for the header image to be in
Shanan: Couldn't think of much
Shanan: I decided a cartoony approach was the only thinkg I could do
Gordon: =o
Gordon: why didn't you do a handstand then!?!? @__@
Shanan: Not artistic enough!!! Maybe if I was dressed as a clown.
Gordon: you could dress up as a chess piece!
Gordon: made out of other chess pieces!
Gordon: and be like
Gordon: who's teh king NOW!?!? >=D
Shanan: O_!O_!_!O
Gordon: oHH!
Gordon: and your crown is made out of king pieces!!
Shanan: O______O!!!!
Gordon: damn im awesome @__@ xD
Shanan: It's not fair that so much awesome should be contained within you.
Shanan: If I cut you up and looked inside I would only see pure awesome.
Gordon: like an explosion of orgasmic awesomeness!!

Which he supplemented with this (I'm the tall and lanky one on the right, Gordon is the short and stocky one with messy hair on the left).

And:

Shanan: OMG
Shanan: *laughing so hard*


I'm still laughing now.

New Banner?

I get sick of the above banner. As love-uh-ly as my face is, looking at my smiling at myself grows tiring. The joke wears thin when I see it every day.

Tossing around different ideas in my head, from different "artistic" type shots, whether it be me as a punk or as some other creature, but nothing definitive. Which is why I decided to outsource it. To Gordon.

I'm going to have him draw a banner for me. I'm giving him complete and total control over the thing, to do as he wishes.

This is his first draft.

*epic face palm*

Well, this is a first...

... Apparently my song is too long. I actually feared that it might be a bit on the lengthy side, but I figured it would be a 4-5minute song. In my mind that's not too terribly long. In fact, now I think about it, you can divide the song into two parts, based on how it's written, the first and second halves are thematically distinct enough.

I was thinking that if I did use this in a musical, I would stick dialog or something in the middle anyway, to break it up. Or I'd keep the song independent ... make it a duet, perhaps. But whatever, that's still not officially on the table.

I eventually showed Beau, who was *really* disinterested, or at least it seemed that way. He said it was too long (fair call), but the words for good. It may be long and lengthy, but that doesn't mean it would be a long song. On the contrary, the meter I wrote in lends this song to be "fastly sung", not rushed, but the words are almost iambic pentameter, with a few subtle trochaic substitutions here and there. They weren't totally done on purpose - they just happened.

So I still think the complains about the length aren't a big issue. Most of it's just repetition of the chorus, which just happens to be split into many lines, just 'cause that's how I wrote it. It's not that long, I swear! But I don't know if Beau is willing to compose a song around it. Which means I may have to approach someone else about it. Maybe AJ in all his acoustic wisdom...

Anyway. I showed Gordon the song, 'cause I'm proud of it and it might have to do with the graphic novel (as if it were an anime and this were the opening theme). He claimed this is what I was thinking:

Not much I can say to that.

Puppybelly

What can I say? Conversations with Gordon ensued. He noticed that the fat guy in previous drawing had a stomach that looked like a puppy face.

Hence the birth of PUPPYBELLY:

Further more, witness Puppybelly's power - the awakening of the puppy.

I repeat: he is a genius.

I'm Fat ?!

I was just talking to Gordon about our graphic novel idea. We were discussing weapons of originality. And he comes up with this, a character that throws shards of mirrors at his enemes.

He is a genius.

Most awkward bus ride ever..

Me perving on b00bs.

Today was a day full of fun and also awkward moments. Awkward moment uno was Gordon calling me like 5 minutes after I woke up asking to come up and hang out. Totally unready. Got dressed, brushed teeth and welcomed the boy, so that we could Brawl for a bit.

Then he left, to be back in about 30mins time (our approximation).

Turns out, he mis-scheduled his meeting for another day, so he was ready to come up about 5 minutes later. That was about 5 minutes into my shower. Me answering the phone while naked = awkward.

We went to have some sushi at the sushi train. Here's a picture Gordon drew (Gordon, left; Shanan and my mediocre 3 plates, right).

Eventually I ended up at his house for some really nice soup that his mother cooked (<3)  and we brawled some more. Needless to say, I was able to beat him one-on-one (albeit once).
So then I had to catch the bus home. Typically I'm not the sort of person that minds bus trips. In fact, I relish in the fact I think I'm one of the few people I know that enjoys bus trips and can spend that time in pleasure. I become detached (but not totally out of it) from the real world and I can wallow in my own thoughts whilst still being stimulated by my senses.

Regardless, the bus was so frickin' full. I had to sit on a seat so that I was facing the direction against the movement of the bus. People who know me well will know that I do not enjoy rough travel much. And by rough I mean theme park rides of any sorts and sometimes buses that last for more than an hour. And it's not that I take a moral highground of philosophical umbridge to such circumstances; I just find torrent sensations of ensuing vomit to be displeasing.

So to combat this known kryptonite, I had to vacantly stare in a direction in which I was unable to see the movement outside which would so disorientate my stomach. Fortunately, I had a few places I could look and not feel like hurling.

However! Yes, however! We pick up a couple from the side of the road. And this couple are a sickening pair of people who cannot bare the thought of sitting in seats which are not directly next to each other, despite there being plenty of them. And opt to stand. Indeed, they bottleneck the asile so the woman who got on with them also had to stand, despite attempting to pass between the two. But I care not for this woman!

As I stared vacantly into one of my spots, deep in thought about my childhood memories (as often happens when I spend time with Gordon), a pair of breasts come into my field of vision.

Needless to say, this woman took my spot! Oh, how I wished I could've spoken up and asked her to shift her heaving bosom out of my line of sight, but being the shy and polite boy I was,  I refrained. Afterall, it wasn't like it was my only spot.

My eyes moved to the next spot. Which had suddenly become overpopulated by someone's crotch. Her fucking boyfriend took my other spot! Very quickly I had lost both spots at which I could gaze without inducing vomitting.

This woman's large boobs and her boyfriend's ample crotch were going to make me vomit! And that's not something I thought I would ever say. And I couldn't keep staring at my spots, else they'll think I'm perving on this woman's b00bs or leering at this guy's crotch, and quite frankly, that's the type of sleazy attention a Shanan does not want. Or, as Gordon so elegantly drew: to avoid the header image.

I pretty much had to just shade my eyes from the passing scenery and look at my foot. I must've looked like the biggest spook. Not only that, but I still felt like throwing up.

Once we reached Civic I got up and terminated the most awkward bus ride ever.