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Wedemeyer posted:Stablercake comes in here knowing the next Grim Reaper and Snapesnogger and you're all yammering about fedoras?! Well to be fair the fedora thing is pretty important, there were tons of people at art school that wore them and they are exactly the type of person they are talking about. I have a couple of stories about art school anime kids like Chaos (named herself that) and Clown Girl (we named her that) too but we'll save that for another post. I'll be working through my glunge chronologically so there are a few other things I'll be touching on before we get to the reaper things: Janice, the future Mrs. Jhonen Vasquez Janice is a girl I met in summer gym class after my freshman year of high school. She was a pretty outgoing girl and as I was being quiet, weird, and greasy one day she wanted to look through my sketchbook. Turns out she liked to draw too and wanted to hang out. Having one single other friend I couldn't believe my luck. She was shorter than me (but I'm 5'11") and prettier so therefore she was totally right about everything since giant fatties like me were inherently dumb. The one thing that really bothered me about her initially though was she'd complain she was fat when she definitely wasn't and me being about 40 lb overweight at the time, it really depressed me that the same girl that said she was fat for compliments would wear belly shirts and 2-piece swimsuits.  You know that whole "if she's fat what am I?" thing.Anyway, so eventually we get to drawing one day and she starts asking me if I like Invader Zim. I'd seen the show and all I remembered was that the guy who did Zim's voice was also Daggett's voice. Well she LOVED that show and totally knew the creator Jhonen Vasquez. Well, she was prettier than me so it MUST have been true! (We lived in central Indiana. No she didn't.) I started watching the show with her and getting into the mythology of it, we'd be that "random" where cheese, doom, and pants were the most hilarious words. After a while she was so deep into it that she drew just like the show and like his comics (Johnny the Homocidal Maniac, etc) and she was convinced that she was the future Mrs. Jhonen Vasquez (who in my opinion is really not that hot) and even wrote a very explicit fanfic about meeting him at an anime convention we were attending (which sucked by the way, Indiana Hotel Anime Con nooo) and hooking up, complete with "oh you're so tight oh you're so virgin-y oh my twu wuv". We even once drove around with an older friend to the house where she said that Jhonen lived (CENTRAL INDIANA WHAT) and stared at it from the curb. To this day I wonder if those poor people ever noticed us. Janice, Irken Queen After she got over Jhonen, she decided to pursue more fantastical pursuits and became the Irken wife of Purple. This was confusing for me too the first time, here are Red and Purple:  And Irk is the planet they live on. They're sort of the kings/high commanders of Irk. If you care about the story, you only need have seen the pilot of the show. Anyway, she decided that I was her sidekick and I was married to Red (on the left, there). So we drew ourselves and our exploits with them when she saw Lord of the Rings decided her Irken queen self was also Janice, Fairy Elven Princess Well, she decided the true form of her Irken self was an elven fairy princess or something (what) and I think her name was something waify like Blade or something. She was also married to Legolas from LOTR. I can't remember the exact story but she had some deep dark past or something. She kept this character for a little bit and then found out she was actually the grim reaper...
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Janice, Grim Reaper Yeah, the same Blayde became the way-too-big-scythe toting extremely pretty and slim and covered in belts grim reaper, leaving the cloaked skeletal beast behind. I wish I had the old drawings she did, but they're long gone. I think the idea was a mix of influences of InuYasha and other animes I'm sure she watched. She was married to Satan (but married to Purple at the same time?) and I think they had kids or something. This is where I elbowed my way in because I wanted to be cool too and she finally allowed me to be the Head of Torture in Hell. Now, unfortunately we never had costumes or anything similar to LARPing so there was no reaping cloak. An Accidental Furry When I was a kid, my favorite characters were looney tunes and Ren and Stimpy and all that and cartoons when I was little were mostly anthropomorphic animals (save for like Doug and Rugrats) and when I was a kid I LOVED to draw and when I was just developing motor skills, I liked drawing dogs the best (they were easy). So for years I drew anthropomorphic cartoon dogs well before any internet exposure I had and continued to until high school. This was my anime I guess? Anyway I never figured out the sex part since that had never even occurred to me until I stumbled over it in high school when we got the internet and I decided that I should probably learn to draw people like right now. This is really neither here nor there, I'm just telling you why a few of my characters are anthros, I just couldn't draw anything else and it was pretty much all crap anyway. We Are Demons? So I invented Arsenal a giant red wolf/goat thing who was basically male (I couldn't draw women and I had gender issues) to serve as me in the Hell conquest. Through the whole thing my character changed with whatever I was into, so after watching Dogma it became entirely sexless (why) and a fallen angel etc...  We Had Babbies? Somehow, Arsenal had a female Irken form (the sidekick from before) and a male human form (and then a Nightcrawler form ugh) and eventually because we had too many characters to serve as ourselves plausibly (lol), we had children with our Irken husbands. Hers were usually just pretty anime girls with deep dark pasts and purple hair while mine were based on whatever I thought was cool at the time.  You can tell her characters from mine easily, hers were all female and mine were all male. You can also tell how bad I was at drawing ladies vs dudes. On the far left, the green thing is my firstborn, a half wolf/goat and half Irken (he has 2 different eyes because my Irken chick had blue eyes), he's holding my 3rd born who was just horned, ginger, emaciated, and had a big nose, to the right of him is my 2nd born nightcrawler form's son (I'm so transparently uncreative) and just above him is Nikolai who was actually not blood related to anyone in the story but blatantly modeled after Edward Norton. I honestly don't remember why Red was mad in this picture. All the while this was happening we were RP'ing on chatlogs (never got into anything sexy, it was too uncomfortable for me anyway even if it had gone that direction but drat do I wish I still had those) and working out the story. I, however, was never under the impression this was real. I was never so sure with her, she never outright told me that she legit thought she was the grim reaper, but she'd threaten to steal people's souls when they made her mad. Our friendship finally dissolved after a dear friend of mine started dating her best friend. She assumed I took sides (I honestly didn't care) and we never really spoke again. The last time I saw her, which was probably 4-5 years ago, we didn't mention any of it and she smoked clove cigarettes and I bragged about dropping acid. Not...not a thing to brag about. Since then...I've grown out of the fat greaseball that looks like a boy who never got laid into a well-adjusted lady who draws not-anthros and lives with her lovely boyfriend. He's giant and hairy though, I wonder if that's a callback... PS: You're welcome to peruse my terrible VCL account for more terrible drawings like the ones seen here http://us.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Arsenal-A/
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James Trickington posted:He must be in the extreme minority. Flowy peasant skirts.
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Pork Lift posted:I always thought the girl equivalent of the fedora or the wolf shirt was cat ears... There was a girl in my Speech class last term who wore ears and a wolf shirt together. Unsurprisingly she only gave speeches on different anime shows.
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cuntvalet posted:Flowy peasant skirts. Hey  Sometimes you just wanna wear something breezy and loose without worrying about showing your legs off. I'm going to go ahead and say there's no "female version of the fedora" because the real issue is what's behind the fedora, aka usually bad hygiene and poor social skills.
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Huntersoninski posted:Hey I know, and I'm sad that crazy girls have ruined peasant skirts for us all. Especially since I use them a lot as quick dance performance costumes.
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Huntersoninski posted:I'm going to go ahead and say there's no "female version of the fedora" because the real issue is what's behind the fedora, aka usually bad hygiene and poor social skills.
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the kawaiiest posted:Cat ears and anime/Invader Zim t-shirts. The Nightmare Before Christmas accessories. I like TNBC because it's full of so much silly poo poo, and I love stop motion animation. But admitting to liking this film is just asking for all kinds of trouble.
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Corridor posted:The Nightmare Before Christmas accessories. It's probably my husband's favorite movie, and I loved it growing up as well. We were so torn when they started selling stuff from the movie at Hot Topic. On the one hand, now we could finally have fun Nightmare gear. On the other, Hot Topic. I have a set of round Jack fridge magnets that are different faces he made in the film. Our friend brought her 7-month-old over and they were standing near the fridge, and the baby kept reaching toward it. I picked up one of the Jack faces and handed it to her, and she turned it over in her hands a few times, laughed, and promptly stuck his eye socket in her mouth  There's a whole new generation of awkward nerdy kids who feel nostalgia for things that happened before they were born, though, and that's what really fuels the Hot Topic crap. My kid had a girlfriend for a little while who would come over to our house and try to bond with me over kids' movies from the 80s. She was born in 1994  I mean, god bless them for trying, I guess, but I feel like obsessing over that kind of thing is definitely pretty socially awkward. My favorite was the day she bounced in and asked me, "So, RazorBunny, have you ever seen Labyrinth?" 
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This story isn't terribly interesting, compared to the lurid neon pockets of insanity found in this thread. But it's the only story I think I have on this subject. When I was a teenager, no one I knew really used the internet for much aside from email. We didn't even have cellphones! As it happens, I consider myself so very lucky, because I'd have fallen way hard into the horrible soulbonding thing if I'd found any other terrible weirdos to validate my own terrible weirdness. I was very withdrawn, since my mother was very overbearing and tended to control my personal decisions a lot. I also had a ton of anger issues and had no idea how to socialise with other people, so it all manifested in a grunge phase where I wore ripped clothes and grew my hair into a shapeless mop. Most people avoided my creepy awfulness, but one girl called Liz found out that I was into Neon Genesis Evangelion (which had only just hit our shores) and Red Dwarf, so we became BFFs. Liz was also a giant nerd, but reasonably popular and less angsty than me. I dealt with my insular frustration the way many nerds do... by writing and drawing more or less non stop. Liz dealt with hers by reading more or less non stop. We were made for each other. I wasn't into world-building at all, but I wrote a LOT of characters. Liz really, really liked my characters. For some reason we both disdained the idea of fanfiction and thought it was retarded, but regular fiction was of course just dandy. Most of the characters were fairly meh and not worth a description here, but one was actually was some kind of soulbond thing. Except I called him my alter-ego. He was some awful goth, all pale and thin with black hair and black eyes and a trenchcoat, and he smoked and was a badass loner. The cherry on the cake was that his name was Hemlock. Oh god I cringed just typing that. That was actually his name. Liz and I both talked about him like he was a real person who existed in my head, and would manifest whenever I was being particularly bitchy. He and I pretty much became inseperable in the minds of Liz and myself. Liz had a black coat that she made herself, and after I borrowed it one time, she freaked out because 'Hemlock is totally still inside it, it's gonna take me ages to get him out! You can't wear my coat again!" Fortunately, I think years of reading Pratchett made me just a bit too self-aware. Not enough to not have a gross alterego goth called Hemlock, but enough that I couldn't take him seriously at all. I mean I wanted to, I really tried to. But a sense of how ridiculous this all was just kept creeping in. So Hemlock was, essentially, a douche. Other characters laughed at him for being such a poser, and it was a running theme in my stories that he was the world's biggest loser. He was always getting soaked in sudden rainstorms, or getting turned down by hot girls, or getting beat up for being an rear end in a top hat. Despite this, both Liz and I continued the idea that he was my actual alterego. Once Liz and I were in town after a rainstorm, and a car drove past through a puddle and absolutely soaked me with puddle water. She laughed hysterically because it was exactly the kind of thing that happened to Hemlock all the time. Hemlock had a twin brother, who was everything that he was not. Jasper was good-looking in an anime sort of way, blonde and blue-eyed, charming, and everything always went right for him. I drew on it a lot as a source of humour. But because I was a teenaged retard I couldn't help throwing in the fact that Jasper was secretly an assassin and a psychopath, and that his eyes flashed whenever he was angry. Liz never admitted it, but I think she had a crush on Jasper. She talked about him all the time and insisted that I keep writing new stuff about him. She even directed a lot of what happened in the stories. Jasper ended up becoming her alterego. She drew on him whenever she had to deal with people she hated. Pretending to be a stone cold assassin who could kill everyone in the room probably helped her with that, I guess. The relationship between the two brothers mirrored our own. I was the sulky bitchy loser in stupid clothes, and Liz was the well-dressed social butterfly who kinda looked after me when we were out together while rolling her eyes over the dumber poo poo I did. Occasionally we'd say something, and then go to each other "Omigod, that was sooo totally Hemlock/Jasper just then." We were both lonely and misunderstood nerds, desperate to be cooler than we were, and far too intelligent for our own good (or at least believed we were). We were prime candidates for becoming total batshit anime crazies, fully entrenched in our delusion. But even though we both dragged each other into the weird alterego-soulbonding thing, I think we also saved each other from going too deep, and kept each other sane. Every now and then, one of us would say something like, "Hey this thing about those guys being our alteregos... I know it isn't actually true. Like it's all made up. I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I was insane or something." And the other would say, "Oh god yeah, of course it's all made up. I never actually believed this stuff, it's all just for fun. Right?" "Right. We're just joking around, it's just some game." "Right. Of course it is." "Right." We were lying, of course. We did absolutely believe it on some crazy childish level. But it was important to acknowledge how crazy that idea was. And we never told anyone else about this. I think I still have some of the stories somewhere. Corridor fucked around with this message at 13:51 on Mar 22, 2012 |
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Corridor posted:Most of the characters were fairly meh and not worth a description here, but one was actually was some kind of soulbond thing. Except I called him my alter-ego. He was some awful goth, all pale and thin with black hair and black eyes and a trenchcoat, and he smoked and was a badass loner. The cherry on the cake was that his name was Hemlock. I really liked this story, and not in that "oh lord how crazy can some people BE?" trainwreck sort of way, but in that "wow I wasn't the only one who was doing this stuff and DIDN'T end up batshit" sort of way. Also I'm glad I'm not the only one in the thread who had a friend that was actually more socially adaptable than themselves instead of the other way around like a good portion of these stories c:
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stablercake posted:art school crazies Isn't it great how art school is a giant magnet for insanity? I'm looking forward to these stories stablercake posted:"if she's fat what am I?" That was a really lovely thing she did to you. I had people do the exact same thing when I was really insecure about my weight. She totally know what she was doing and wanted you to be the one to pick her up despite the fact that you were in a worse state than her. It doesn't make much sense to me. I'm not sure if the satisfaction some people get from doing that amazes or sickens me.
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stablercake posted:I really liked this story, and not in that "oh lord how crazy can some people BE?" trainwreck sort of way, but in that "wow I wasn't the only one who was doing this stuff and DIDN'T end up batshit" sort of way. I agree. While this kind of thing is where some people go down the rabbit hole, I think there was insight and a certain humor in the creation of Hemlock and I don't think it's anything to be embarrassed about.
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Lt. Marmalade posted:Isn't it great how art school is a giant magnet for insanity? I'm looking forward to these stories Truly. Would it be the art (if you can call some of that filth art) that helps them cross the line into insanity or are the crazies that are prone to such things just more attracted to art? I didn't do art at school and was only vaguely aware of the small group of crazies that lurked in the art block but if only I had hung out with them I would have more to share in this thread! Or I might have ended up soulbonded to a badger and the subject of a post here. e: I do recall someone talking about being picked on by teachers in class and then they cast an invisibility spell on themselves and no one talked to them for a week. 
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RazorBunny posted:There's a whole new generation of awkward nerdy kids who feel nostalgia for things that happened before they were born, though, and that's what really fuels the Hot Topic crap. My kid had a girlfriend for a little while who would come over to our house and try to bond with me over kids' movies from the 80s. She was born in 1994 )Stablercake, your story brought back so many memories. I was that kid in high school who was into Jhonen Vasquez (though strangely enough, I never got into Invader Zim). I found all of my JTHM and Squee comics when I was going through old boxes this winter, and took the time to sit down and re-read them. It was very nostalgic, and kind of sad. I thought I was so edgy at the time for owning a Nny shirt. (By the way, if Janice every becomes interested again, a high school friend linked me to the Hot Topic website the other day; turns out they're still selling those drat shirts!) You actually remind me a lot of that friend (in a good way). She got sucked into a lot of the madness in art school, and ended up being dragged to a furry con her freshman year...where she met her future fiance. They were the two people standing awkwardly in the hallway, trying not to look as uncomfortable as they felt. I love the stories with happy endings.
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Corridor posted:The Nightmare Before Christmas accessories.  Holy poo poo, TNBC accessories!I remember reading a thread (might have been this forum too) several years ago, where the topic was about "signs that a woman might be crazy or something". Yeah, it was as sexist and terrible as you imagine, and the thing that tipped me off that they were full of poo poo was every single one of them mentioning that a fascination with that movie was a sure sign of craziness. And then a year later I almost got involved with a girl that had a TNBC bag, and I am pretty sure that had I grown up with her, I would have had a lot of stories to share in this thread. I don't have any specific anecdotes about her (or worthwhile to write about), but her fiance (she was single when we were messing around, this happened much later) once told her that he didn't want to bring her to his home, because he was sure that she had AIDS and she would somehow transmit it to his mother. And she didn't dump his insane rear end on the spot after hearing this. In fact, it was him that dumped her after she made a semi-annoyed remark about him talking to his mother on the phone or something (yeah, you can see a pattern forming here). But anyway, The Nightmare Before Christmass... I still don't think that liking that movie (ANY movie) is a sign of mental instability, but that bullshit was definitely spot-on with her.
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Farbauti posted:Truly. Would it be the art (if you can call some of that filth art) that helps them cross the line into insanity or are the crazies that are prone to such things just more attracted to art? Crazies are attracted to art. Art tends to be what happens when introverted or miserable or socially maladjusted people have way too much time to themselves, and/or in need of ways to cope with their own weirdness. It's a form of therapy. The fact that it occasionally turns out awesome-looking and attracts attention just makes crazies even more prone to it. I did a short course in drawing a while back, and there were two girls who'd obviously signed up together. They were both fat, gothy, wore stripey stockings, drew loads of Vasquez crap, and had Nightmare Before Xmas purses. They also had a habit of leaving their sketchbooks just casually lying open so everyone who walked in could see their lovely ripoff cartoons. The two of them looked identical, the only way to tell them apart was that one had a bit of pink dye in her hair. I remember it was common to draw stuff on the pavements at that school and there were small piles of chalk lying around the place free to use, so one day I drew a female jester I'd had kicking around in my art folders for a while. Apparently one of the fat goths had some kind of jester-girl character as well, and as they walked past they made loud sneering comments about what an amazing coincidence it was that the characters just happened to look the same. I didn't realise what they meant until afterward, and then I was sad. She was probably a juggalo or something. Poison Cake posted:I agree. While this kind of thing is where some people go down the rabbit hole, I think there was insight and a certain humor in the creation of Hemlock and I don't think it's anything to be embarrassed about. I wouldn't go that far. But it's good to know it was regular teenaged dumb, rather than hosed-up-trainwreck dumb. Rexides posted:But anyway, The Nightmare Before Christmass... I still don't think that liking that movie (ANY movie) is a sign of mental instability, but that bullshit was definitely spot-on with her. It's like owning lots of cats, or something. Doesn't always mean crazy person, but it does often enough that it becomes a cliche. I mean, I've known maybe two people who liked Vasquez and weren't horrible stereotypes. Corridor fucked around with this message at 17:50 on Mar 22, 2012 |
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hyperhazard posted:(By the way, if Janice every becomes interested again, a high school friend linked me to the Hot Topic website the other day; turns out they're still selling those drat shirts!) No worries, she had like 8 of them, but that's sort of surprising that the same stuff just keeps getting handed to new generations... Farbauti posted:Truly. Would it be the art (if you can call some of that filth art) that helps them cross the line into insanity or are the crazies that are prone to such things just more attracted to art? Weirdos are attracted to art, that is 100% sure. It's an escapism thing I think because so many of us were introverted and in my case afraid of real people sometimes in their teens. I went to a certain big southern American art school and all of us were weirdos, I only knew one guy that played a sport for scholarship and he hated it. Our school didn't even have a football team, there was that little interest in it. The biggest sports were swimming and intermural dodgeball. But, on the other hand, a weirdo's level of weird is based on what is "normal" in any given situation, so even though I'm a total unabashed weirdo in normal situations (like at the office or with my family) I was basically normal in art school (except for maybe the fact that I painted my car with squids and cosmonauts). However, since I was at a school with a Sequential Art major available ("comic books" for the layman), it was pretty easy to find the extra-weird ones. They were almost always Sequential Art because Animation required too much actual work and Illustration (my major) was too strict/difficult (anime/manga styles weren't really welcome there and profs would do their best to discourage that type of work and encourage life drawing). Honestly most of the superweirds dropped out after a year when they realized your freshman year was devoted to drawing still lifes and learning the rules of composition and design.
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stablercake posted:Honestly most of the superweirds dropped out after a year when they realized your freshman year was devoted to drawing still lifes and learning the rules of composition and design. There are no rules in art, maaaaaaaan. You just don't get it! <draws horrible crap forever, never improves skills>
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quote:Weirdos are attracted to art, that is 100% sure. It's an escapism thing I think because so many of us were introverted and in my case afraid of real people sometimes in their teens.
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neonnoodle posted:Also in this culture, artists are permitted/expected to be "eccentric," "dreamers," "free spirits," "creative," particularly women. So if you're a melodramatic girl with mental problems you can hide behind an artist persona, even if you make little to no actual art. I can see that, but as a former melodramatic girl who used to have minor mental problems, for whatever reason that never occured to me, actually. The label of being an artist covering for my bad social skills and bizarre tendencies, although convenient, isn't what I strived for or even thought of as much as I was just concerned with being able to draw real good. But then I didn't just draw animes and drop out of art school because it was too hard either...
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CuddleChunks posted:There are no rules in art, maaaaaaaan. You just don't get it! <draws horrible crap forever, never improves skills> Thankfully, the higher up you go in arts education, the more crazy people are filtered out, leaving the few who are there to actually learn art. There's this girl in my painting class who is the quintessential "eccentric female artist". She acts like she's still in high school. She prances around half naked in her tiny dresses (in dead winter) talking about how silly it is to wear gloves when oil painting and how great it is when she gets oil paint on her face. Apparently getting poisonous pigments in your skin makes you a true artist.  I once caught her tracing Naruto characters in her sketchbook.
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Typed up some tales of art school weirds, I realized after starting it's almost impossible to run out of weirdos... CHAOS Chaos was a Sequential major. Her real name was Jennifer or something equally normal, but requested she were called Chaos during roll call for classes. I heard of one professor just flat out telling her "No" and called her by her real name. She looked like a relatively normal girl at first look, although she did have a wide array of assorted too-big, stained heather gray crew-neck sweatshirts. Her voice seemed uncontrollably loud and matter-of-factly and would wail on about this or that, since I never spoke to her directly all I ever got would be a screech of something about Invader Zim or Johnny Depp being hot. For whatever reason, she had ridiculously long hair (down below the butt) that was always in a ponytail but the last 6 inches or so of hair on her ponytail was a bright blue (It seemed weird to me that you dye your hair to show it off, not to hide it behind you.) Once I was in a critique of her sequential art class one day (I was meeting a friend) and she had her god-awful piece on the wall of "demon" anime twins or something and named them something like Ni-san and Ni-chan. The professor tried to give critique on design (they were just bad animes) and in the middle of his critique on it, she interrupts him loudly (something that's just not done in art school crits) with something along the lines of "WELL MY DEVIANTART FANS LOVE THEM SO I WON'T CHANGE THEM". Clearly the public loves her bad animes, no reason to change at all ever. She hung out with a small group in the cafeteria in the dorms of which was comprised by 5-7 people I can remember and some I don't. They were the minority of the people in the small cafe but definitely the majority of the noise and retardism. We never actually met them and were very cruel freshmen and didn't know anyone else in the group's name so we called it as we saw it. (I will say we never talked to these people, so none of the names we assigned them were ever known by them, we weren't THAT cruel.) One girl we called Horse-Face (so cruel, but funny enough not the only "horse-face" we deemed in my college career) and the only thing I knew about her was that she was the loudest of the bunch and wore wire-frame glasses and those aforementioned flowy skirts every day. There was a guy that had long blonde hair we called Elven and wore the aforementioned fedora with t-shirts and jeans. There was Ocaraina/Panflute Kid whose only claim to fame was walking the outdoor halls of the dorms playing a panflute (annoying level second only to my nextdoor neighbor who idolized Weird Al and played the accordion at all hours). There was another kid we never named, but he was the typical neckbeard/heavyset kid of the group who also wore a fedora from time to time. Finally, among them, there was Clown Girl Apparently she was also called "Strider" for the way she walked, she was very short and took very long strides to get where she was going. She would legitimately dress as a clown from time to time. Like, not anime clown or French/Italian Cirque de Soliel clown, like legit Bozo-style clown.  She had a red wig though. I would say at least a few times a month, she would go to class like this, go to the cafe like this, go to the store or on the College bus like this. It was actually legitimately frightening from time to time. It confused College employees/guards and students alike. One time she wore a Froot Loops box as a hat and no one batted an eye just because it was so much less insane than the clown get-up. Also among them was Gary Busey Well, not the real one, but this kid looked in every way like Gary Busey except maybe a foot shorter. He acted like him, had the crazy eyes like him, and even had the giant teeth like him. I'm pretty sure he had a little bit of crazy in him, he wore the same clothes literally every time I saw him (which was a few times a week). He once built a sculpture of found objects at our dorm. We had a 5-story "U" shaped building and the halls were outside so he strung wire from one side of the U to the other and hung a large road cone sideways and wired to that so it hung below was a large bag of oranges (I think it was a dick joke?). This was even more frightening to me because when I discovered it, it was dark and I was on acid. Unrelated to the original cafe group, there were other crazies throughout my 4 years there. There was Sam Deacon who dressed like Dan Deacon but was way more handicapped looking to the point where a neighbor of ours asked us earnestly if he was legitimately retarded, and he used to throw his nasty leaky garbage bags on our stoop because he was too lazy to go down the extra flight of stairs (jackass). His roommate Ginger Leopard Pants who had a giant white-fro ginger hair and wore skin-tight lycra leopard print pants (he was not a looker). Horse-Face (different one) and Horse-Face's Boyfriend who would argue openly in the middle of class the superior validity of Republican ethics with our Anthropology teacher. That Big Dude (uncreative, he was just a big heavyset neckbeard kind of dude) a sequential kid who only ever drew really terrible renditions of his own Duke Nukem-style character interacting with old-school Mickey and bashed anything else for being lame. Bee-Dude who was another sequential major who would almost exclusively draw his fetish/fursona which was a pregnant anthro bee woman. Nazi-Girl who would only ever draw anime vampires, Nazis, and vampire-Nazis. Spaz-chick who was a girl in my storyboarding class who looked about 12 and seriously flipped about animes and was convinced The Princess Bride was the best movie ever made (if you disagreed you're an idiot) and since I had the misfortune of sitting behind her and since I was, for lack of a phrase, better at art than she was, she decided instead of doing actual work, she'd just copy my characters and camera angles instead. Mutton Chops who had mutton chops but didn't cut them right so they just looked like he taped lumpy breakfast sausage to his face (smelled like it too) and drew a lot of lesbians because he said it was "edgy". Aisha (didn't have a good nickname for her, also not her real name) who loved anime to a scary fault (even did the peace signs and tongue-outs for photos), hated herself because she was black, and shares my birthday. tl;dr - If you want to meet crazy weirdos, go to art school. Pick one with a comic book major. stablercake fucked around with this message at 21:19 on Mar 22, 2012 |
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Speaking of art crazies, I'm going to have a table at a toy convention that's coming up and I'm hoping to take advantage of some of the bronies and crazy people who like bad art. I'm thinking of having a sign with "I'll draw you as a pony for $10" to see how many bites I'll get. I'll be next to artists 10 times better than me, but perhaps pandering to the fandom could at least help pay for my table spot. My little brother (the possible Asperger's one) loves Nightmare Before Christmas and used to be absolutely obsessed with it. He'd watch it every day and would put up Halloween and Christmas decorations from October through January. I think it's connected to him always dressing up as the Grim Reaper and Santa Claus. (I had brought up the Asperger's thing with my mom and she just clammed up. I told her he should get checked out to be properly diagnosed and she refused to continue the conversation, even while saying moments before that kids with Asperger's need all the help they can get.)
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Lt. Marmalade posted:Thankfully, the higher up you go in arts education, the more crazy people are filtered out, leaving the few who are there to actually learn art. Hahah, that reminds me of a guy who lived one floor up in the dorms. He was a greasy little scumbag who lurked around the halls and shunned any of the hall social events. It was an all-guys dorm so instead he'd lurk in his room with the giant wall posters of Christina Ricci as Tuesday from Addams Family and other pedo-tastic posters. He looked weird, smelled weird, didn't make friends with the guys and was into animes and dungeons and dragons and other nerdbait activities. In short, he radiated "beat me up and keep me away from your young sisters". It didn't help his case that he was a sarcastic, mean little poo poo who would go into berzerker rages every so often. Most of the time he was left alone and due to his scruffy facial hair, weak chin and overbite the hall just knew him as The Weasel. The Weasel was in the architecture program. He had passed the first couple years and was into his first studio session which is where the architecture school weeds out all the people it figures aren't serious about architectin'. The assignments are rough, the students live up in their little studios and at the time this was all hand-done projects where you are drafting and fiddling with rulers and technical pens and bigass t-squares and poo poo. None of this wussy computer stuff, you were *drafting* plans. Picture the look on a professor's face when they get the Weasel's latest masterpiece. The Weasel gets a warning. Another assignment turned in. The warning is repeated. A final assignment comes in and the Weasel hasn't learned his lesson. It's too late, he flunks out of the architecture program. His crime? Putting in trap doors and secret rooms into all of his architecture assignments. Now put this whole package together - greasy little weirdo with a publicly stated penchant for young girls who is learning to draft *dungeons*. Yeah. In the interest of full disclosure and confession, I'm a big dumb gamer nerd myself but this guy was in a league of creepy all his own.
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CuddleChunks posted:His crime? Putting in trap doors and secret rooms into all of his architecture assignments. That guy who dug out a secret rape dungeon that he kept his daughter in for 20+ years must be his idol.
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Mar 23, 2012 02:15
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CuddleChunks posted:Ugh, the worst. Hahahahahaha oh God I know so many art school dropouts who say this. Also "I left school because they wanted me to CHANGE MY STYLE!!!111111" It's just so weird how these people completely miss the point of life drawing and learning the fundamentals. I don't know why it's so hard for them to understand why these things are important.
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the kawaiiest posted:Hahahahahaha oh God I know so many art school dropouts who say this. Also "I left school because they wanted me to CHANGE MY STYLE!!!111111" I'll admit to drawing some attrocious anime crap in highschool, but I still legitimately enjoyed the life drawing parts of visual arts classes. It was a challenge, which is why I liked it so much, I think.
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cuntvalet posted:I'll admit to drawing some attrocious anime crap in highschool, but I still legitimately enjoyed the life drawing parts of visual arts classes. It was a challenge, which is why I liked it so much, I think.
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stablercake posted:Typed up some tales of art school weirds, I realized after starting it's almost impossible to run out of weirdos... If Chaos was also a cross-dressing furry (actually, the one I mentioned a couple of posts ago), I can guarantee that I know her. I live right next to a large southern art school, which makes it creepily plausible.
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hyperhazard posted:Either there are certain types of art students who pop up everywhere, or I actually know a couple of the people you posted about. Oh god, I'm not sure if she was but I honestly would not have put it past her. I'm sure there's some art student tropes though since the people I'm talking about gaggled together between 2005-2009 (when I graduated). Does this school happen to be in the great state of Georgia? EDIT: I re-found her DA in a bookmark folder I made years ago, I don't see any cross-dressing or furries so I don't know that it's the same girl but she's still working with the twin characters I mentioned as well as a bunch of other anime copypasta characters. I think she's still in school, bizarre since she should have graduated in '09. To be fair though, she has WAY more watchers, pageviews, and comments than I do. stablercake fucked around with this message at 04:24 on Mar 23, 2012 |
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Mar 23, 2012 04:13
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stablercake posted:I went to a certain big southern American art school. Just say it. It's SCAD. You went to SCAD, didn't you? (If you did, can you answer me this: is it true they no longer require a portfolio to get in these days?)
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Mar 23, 2012 04:32
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stablercake posted:To be fair though, she has WAY more watchers, pageviews, and comments than I do.
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DicktheCat posted:Just say it. Yes. There's like no other Georgian art school anyway haha. They didn't require a portfolio when I applied in 2005, I got in on an essay, good grades, and decent SAT's. I submitted one anyway and got a small scholarship, but it was not required, no. I guess they figure your talent isn't worth as much as your tuition? Even if you drop out because you blow, you still paid for a semester or two (which happened a lot, especially in seq art and fashion majors). Either that or they just assume future film or fibers majors are terrible at drawing (which they often were) so it wasn't fair.
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CuddleChunks posted:the giant wall posters of Christina Ricci as Tuesday from Addams Family and other pedo-tastic posters I'm always amazed by how many dudes get to college without realizing that they shouldn't publicly express lust for pre-adolescents. Early in my freshman year of college, a few of us were hanging out in a friend's common room when Captain Jackass noticed the HP movie poster (I believe it was Chamber of Secrets) on the wall and started expound about how hot Emma Watson was. When someone responded with "dude, she's like 12 in that movie," he gave us a completely baffled look and then kept going. (Sadly, Captain Jackass was not otherwise thread material. He did once explain his theory that, since he was from an insanely rich family and was one of the few students not on some sort of financial aid, everyone who was on FA was stealing from him, but that's more "obnoxious hyper-rich hyper-preppy" and less "creepy dude.")
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stablercake posted:Yes. There's like no other Georgian art school anyway haha. Haha, back in the day, you HAD to have a portfolio to get into any of the drawing-heavy majors (Seq, Animation, Illustration and so on) and some of the non-drawing majors, too (like photography.) I room with a SCAD alumnus who graduated 2010. (Sequential major- got the weeb stomped out of him before I met him, though. Good thing, too, because he was really weebie.) He sure has some... Things... To say about that school. As for other art schools in GA, you could go to AI of Atlanta, or SCAD's Atlanta campus, but those are basically jokes. (I know because I'm graduating from AI this year.)
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A lot of for-profit art 'schools' actively recruit these people. After all, they typically have access to some money, and are eligible for Federal student loans. I remember seeing one that actually got a table in the dealers room of an anime con, and it wouldn't surprise me if they started advertising on DeviantArt.
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DicktheCat posted:Haha, back in the day, you HAD to have a portfolio to get into any of the drawing-heavy majors (Seq, Animation, Illustration and so on) and some of the non-drawing majors, too (like photography.) Are there any good art schools left in this country, other than Ringling, RISD and CalArts? Assuming those are still good schools, that is... I've been in the US for 7 months and I came here thinking about finally getting an art degree. Now I'm not so sure anymore.
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