I'll be gone for a short time, or at least not posting as often.

But i'll be back.

farewell

There is nothing wrong with multiple versions of the same image. My ideas can't be seen from just one perspective, i work on something multiple times until i get more than one satisfying result. In the case with Avian F, the original has just over 100 views, and the SLIGHTLY changed version is over 500! Without these multi-versions, i am not satisfied i figured out the best perspective on a work. I don't just finish it and say "Thats perfect!" I finish it, and then say "Yeah, but what about this?" and then i make a new version.

THIS IS AN OLD POST, IT JUST NEVER SHOWED UP TILL NOW FOR SOME REASON, ENJOY

leather trench coat. i bought it after wanting it for a long time. Now, it is like a child to me. I am retarded.

Today, i aplogized to it for getting it dusty. And i scratched it. But i fixed it! well, fixed it then when overkill...


I cleaned the entire leather surface (aprox 5ft base fold, 5.5ft height, for around aprox 27.5 square ft area of leather not counting the lapels and sleeves) twice.

I leather treated the front, back, fold inlines, lapel fold/inner/outer, and sleeves/inner cuffs twice each.

Leather treated entire article (aprox 35sqft with lapels and sleeves) AGAIN (three times now)

Buffed entire article

Weather treated entire article



i love this thing :D


and its starting to form to my shoulder shape now, too. It fits like a glove.

It was a $350 trench (click here to see) marked down to $200 (which is now at 175, damnit). I had $100 from xmas and $100 of my own, so i bought it. *drool*



thats not me in it. and trust me, i make it look alot better with the collar flipped up wearing all black with my boots and blue spiked hair. this guys a dolt. heh.

this guy is also taller than me. so it falls to within 2in of the ground or so when i wear it.

Back to the old 2D artwork again. I love that stuff, man. So much more satisfying than the 3D work i did.

AUGH!



Skiing, yeah, uh... i went and did it.

I put on some skiis, and sucked horribly at first. After about two hours, i could move without falling (much), and after another hour, i was in tucks down the hill pushing 25/30mph dodging skiiers and vegetation.

Despite being able to "ski" now, its still not that much fun for me. I dunno, maybe there's something else for me to screw around with concerning it, but unless someone takes me out again to ski, i doubt i'll do it OR care much about it.


Someone gimme a laptop, then i'll ski.

Today marks a milestone in the life of Joseph Schell.

This morning at 6:34am my father came to my room and screamed at me to get out of bed. He violently removed the large fan i use to keep me cool during DDR from his way and hurled it to the couch.

My dad never, i mean never loses his composure, never yells, never cracks. Not once in all my my 17 years has he EVER yelled at me, not a single time. My mother can't remember him ever yelling at all either.

He cracked.

He picked my computer keyboard up off the floor and smashed it over the back of my computer chair. He yelled again for me to wake up.

My dad never swears, curses, nothing, ever.

He did this morning though.


Sparing the speech i heard in following, let me just say this: I came to the conclusion that my father is afraid i will make the same mistakes he made as a young man, only earlier in life. I do not see this, but i think he does.

I stood there, listened without saying anything. I don't often break either, unless its with a freind. I very rarely emote what i actually feel. In this case, cold indifference. I'd heard it all before, only quieter. Maybe he thought flipping out would help. Make it a bit more loud, make it a bit more powerful. Well, he managed to do one thing for sure;

I don't plan on talking with him about anything anymore. Not about my interests, not about my life, not about anything. I'll speak when spoken to, and remain curt. for now, at least. I've taken my life into my own hands, and if that means i'm going to drop it and watch it shatter all over the ground then sobeit. I have no fear of failure, i have to qualms about my potential. I refuse to fit into a mold forced upon me. If i must fit into one, let it be the one of my choice.


I'm sorry to everyone who i have disapointed, everyone who i've hurt. There's nothing i can say to change any of that. I feel empty now, drifting. I see faces sometimes, Rachel's and Susan's, Kyle, although mostly nothing. Some people still stand beside me, behind me. But its not the same anymore.

Its not the same.



But don't get me wrong, i am still looking right ahead at what i want to do with who i am and where i'm going. I still have goals and aspirations, i still have dreams and the like. Except they're mine now, completely. For those of you who oppose me, thank you, you give me reason to move on. For those who support me despite everything, no matter what, thank you so much. I can't offer you much in return, except my sincere gratitude and apologies. I am not perfect by any means, and i appreciate the kindness you show me.

So off i go into the world i've created, to deal with the acolytes and beasts contained therein.

MWAHAHAH! HAHAHA! HAHAHA *cough*


nevermind.




The job is a front!
The game is a front!
The black is a front!
Nothing is real anymore!

Its all a front!


which is sort of a funny word... front... frunt... its like stopping a giant rubber ball on a rubber floor.

rollrollrollrollroll*FRUNT*

Ma galerie est un désordre

Cette ici galerie du mien est pleine de la substance, pas toujours le plus brillant, j'assortis de choses de téléchargement sur des caprices (prenez
celui-ci par exemple). Ainsi, voici un compliation des travaux que j'apprécie les la plupart et
suis de bons exemples de quelle sorte de choses je fais quand je
deviens accidentellement inspiré.


La manipulation de photo -- mon modèle préféré qu'aucune larme n'a
laissé au cri - loin et loin mon préféré fonctionnent jamais, et mon la plupart des +faved.
Ignorance - ma description de l'ignorance sous sa forme plus pure.
Des villes de douleur - représente la mort dans notre jeunesse.
Cicatrices et raies - Amérique le grand pistolet.
Intoxiqué - un de mes favoris, la puissance du penchant.
- un autre travail sur le penchant vous observant - travail
intéressant coupable. Manip Simple.
Plus de larme à pleurer - alt - deuxième version de la deuxième
version de NMTTC.
A gardé mon âme - un travail en utilisant une photo d'un de mes amis
d'école, Lindsey Brunk (qui peut être vu dans le film prochain "le village"
par Mnight S comme frais supplémentaires).
Élégance éperdue - une très des toute première de mon P.M.
fonctionne.


Abstrait
Corps rond bleu en pierre de serpent - ma déviation décrite pendant
longtemps, un de mes photoshops purs préférés.
Naissance de saber - Photoshop, un de mes travaux originaux.
Essence de DC - Photoshop, également des premiers travaux.
Bleu 2 de Scry - santé d'esprit dans les lignes - un dessus de bureau
bleu lisse, très angulaire.
Oeil V2 - un travail explosif très impair d'Aiyzic.


3D Ploik abstrait - AMOUR de I celui-ci. L'eau tombant, certains indiquent.
Immortel cassé - travail très dur 3D, presque avien.
Opticated - des travaux plus récents. J'aime celui-ci le meilleur des quatre.
La terre de Planetside - un projectile de la terre, décent je pense.
Époque de titan - des autres ont tiré de la même terre.
Antithèse d'inspiration d'IGU 255 - cette chose m'a conduit des
écrous, mais à la fin je l'ai aimé.
Insanica - Bleu, trendwhore, mais il semble correct.
Champignons Électriques - Heh, au juste ce qu'il indique.
S1DC résolus se remélangent se remélangent d'un travail par
Nuformz.
Concurrence 3 de genèse - une autre planète, mais pas la terre.
Ravage 2 un de mon 3D plus original fonctionne.
Âme taillant - Textless - l'âme plus populaire taillant.
Mains cyan - une de mon 3D original fonctionne




AUTRE CHIENT :

Découvrez quelle musique de danse vous convient mieux !
Musique-o-Mètre De la Danse De S1DC

Cheggout la nouvelle icône je suis un phénomène. quelqu'un m'a mis hors de ma misère.


RESSOURCES POUR DES ARTISTES ET DES MANIPULATEURS DE DIGITAL :

Vierge-Actions - certaines des meilleures actions femelles
disponibles, les excellents modèles et tonnes de différents angles de la même
chose pose.
Intertia Xchng courant - les tonnes et les tonnes de redevance
libèrent des actions pour n'importe quel projet.
Traducteur japonais - excellent traducteur japonais avec des symboles
inclus de kanji et tel pour l'utilisation précise du Japonais de
traditionl dans votre travail.
Colorez la récolteuse 2 - grand endroit pour trouver le code de
sortilège pour des couleurs.

Winter 2004 CD Picks
By Joe Schell

Here are some solid discs for the winter of 04. This is the first of a seasonal selection of CDs. People kept asking me, after hearing the music i play around the house and such, what bands they should look into. Well, here they are folks.


Lunatic Calm - Breaking Point

A sweet album from the guys who brought us Rollercoast. Kickass music, to say the least. Some slow tracks, some fast, and all great mixes of various styles.

Product Details

Audio CD (January 8, 2002)

Original Release Date: January 8, 2002

Number of Discs: 1
Label: City of Angels



Massive Attack - Mezzanine

My favorite album ever, a great installment from MA. Slow, edgy beats that provide a smooth atmosphere, always a bit dark.

Product Details

Audio CD (May 12, 1998)

Original Release Date: May 12, 1998

Number of Discs: 1
Label: Virgin Records



Portishead - Dummy

Jazz kinda thing with some hip-hop/loungepop/funk styling thrown in. Very meloncholy kind of music, brilliant vocals and infectious beats.

Product Details

Audio CD (October 17, 1994)

Original Release Date: October 18, 1994

Number of Discs: 1
Label: Polygram Records



Juno Reactor - Shango

Weird movie style music that embodies the essence of fight scenes, chases, and battles with an excellent mix of tribal and industrial stlye sounds. Mixed for The Matrix among other movies.

Product Details

Audio CD (October 17, 2000)

Original Release Date: October 17, 2000

Number of Discs: 1
Label: Metropolis Records

ok, ok, if you gotta be punk, at least be a real punk who avoids the word "punk" at all costs.


I just met his girl, Christi, who is "punk", real punk, and she is ok on my list.


now, about all you mall-punks (and mall-goths, for that matter)...


*cocks a submachine gun*

*pistolwhips them*


faster. heh.


so, conclusion?

Real Punks who hate being called Punk or pull it off without looking like a ditz with spikez: Cool. do your thing.

Mall Trend Punks with Blink 182 shirts and dark eyeliner: *THWACK*

yes, i fixed the dumb blue color at the top. It is now black. It turned blue one day and i was too tired to fix it till now.

uh oh


i found another one


more punk people. more punk. more psudouncool-cool-worldhating people. they are EVERYWHERE! AUGH!


WHy can't there be more people from the Electronica-club subculture, more people high on X and pounding to some progressive trance or something.

Or, you know, sitting deadbeat in a lounge while Massive Attack plays.


Why is it that every subculture besides MY GOD DAMN SUBCULTURE is floating around the east coast of north america. I need to move to europe or to mid cali. damnit.

I... can't say any more. i talked about this already. check the archives, its in there. (Look for the post "The deadly world out there" and the second to last post on the page in the 12/01/03 archive)

(this is a reply to a post by Kyle Hoffmann)


See, for me, every day is tuesday. Monday, well monday sucks. everything starts on monday, and the boring stuff always trumps the interesting stuff. Wednesday is the "Great Nothingness" that people usually use for things like dental work and funerals. Thursday, like kyle said, is the day we all wish was friday but always has too many letters. Friday, although full of potential, is mostly disapointing (mostly because there is no mandatory "fry" in "fry-day", like french fries or fried French people). Saturday and sunday go by in a blue and leave me tired and hungry, usually injured, and in trouble with my parents.

Whats left?

T-day, baby.


Thus, my oldest catch-phrase:

Only on a Tuesday.




Yeah, you know it Kyle, Scot, Steve, etc. You've heard the sentiment before, and if it were true, i'd be riding a shovel down 501 chasing a rabid donkey on two wheels and a ski whilst making transactions on the nasdaq over a tin-can-string phone to washington DC.

And i'd be weaving that string, too.

Well, i bought my second dance pad. Kind of an interesting story.



I was trying to appropriate a second pad from someone, but it fell through. So i ended up asking my mom for $20 for a new pad, to which she agreed as long as i did her paper route for a week.

Oh, yippee.

I took the $20 (actually $23) to the mall to get the pad.

the pad was 29, 31.70 with tax. i was screwed


Steve Whiskeyman suggested i wander around asking random people for one dollar till i have the rest.



So i did.

I walked around for about 25 minutes and managed to get most of the cash i needed. After counting the massive amounts of change and cash i was given, i was STILL short. I almost lost hope. However, there were a bunch of pro dance dancers off in the arcade. maybe they could help.

I went and watched them for a while, and they were incredible. Really good dance dancers. Compared to them, i'm... crappy. heh.

Long story short, one of them gave me the $$$ i needed to buy the new pad, in the attempt to get me to join thier clan of dancers eventually.


woo.

two pads.



*sigh*