What Have I Been Up To? Comics!

People have been upset I haven't been blogging in the past six months, and other than just having a more busy social life and smoking more weed, I've been doing more art. Blogging isn't art, it's an online diary I can easily share this those interested.  (Hi Mom and Dad!) I've been making more music and writing songs.  I only recorded one song, and I'm not done or happy with, but you can hear it here. I also have started a new Tumblr for just my writings.  It's one of the tabs on this blog "My Words" some old, some new. I draw but I don't have one place for it all, but I will eventually. But what I'm most excited about is Sad Sack! 

I have a very talented friend, Grace, with a distinct art style that I really like. I have been wanting to make a comic with her for a while. We finally have something going.  I've written the first chapter and she is drawing it!  After she draws it I've been putting it in photoshop and coloring it! 

So, sometimes we drink wine and sit on the floor of my apartment and Grace will draw a panel in this big sketch book she has.  It looks like this:

Then, I take a shitty iPhone picture of it (like what you see above) and then Photoshop it on my Mac until it looks something like this:

And then we repeat the process.

And repeat again.

My bosses at Localvore Today are supportive of my comic and said I can use their scanner. So, future panels will be even better!

On a related comic book note, read Batman: Earth One.  My wonderful friend Jimmy James let me borrow it and it's so good. Seriously.

A Collection of Photobooth Pictures I Have Taken at Work

Where have I been?  What am I doing? I have been getting in trouble for ignoring my blog.  Well I have been a busy bee.  For example, I recently got put on salary at Localvore Today, my job I've been working at since I left COTS in December.  In the 6 months I've worked at Localvore, I like to occasionally take pictures in Photobooth. Because, I'm in an office, what else am I supposed to do?  Work? lol

This is What it is Like to Be a Girl on OKCupid

I love having an OKCupid account, though I have never met any of the people on it.  But I sign on every now and then to read the influx of messages I get (this isn't bragging, all girls on OKCupid get a zillion messages) and kinda giggle at what people send me.  Here are some of my favorites:


"hi kim, im ben. do you want to like exchange a bunch of internet messages for a while and then get a beer or something and then go on a few more dates and then become a relationship and then fall in love and then when zombies happen gather supplies together and escape to a remote area where we can stay and defend until it all settles down and then help rebuild society and repopulate the earth together? if you do then message me back so we can get started."

"With red hair you look the best"

"Dude you did a good job writing that about me page. You've convinced me"

"Cots is a really awesome place. -Martin"

"​you know I never tried sushi with donuts before... I bet it's good with a good frosting of wasabi. Thanks for the suggestion!"   <- I never said anything to this person.

"I like your bunnies! 

Let's have a guitar jam!!"

"Nice profile. What do you paint? I edit photos by doing body paint. :)"

"Hey What's up? How do you think "Blade Runner" (one of my top 5 movies) compares to "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep"?"

"Hey there, I would like to take a moment and be as honest as I can with you... I've been wanting to send you a message for the last couple of days, but I've just been too nervous to follow through. The combination of your personality, the adorable way in which you are as honest as you can be even in the relatively smaller aspects of your bio, and your undeniably stunning elegance (I couldn't think of any other way to accurately put it) all caught me dumbfounded and I wasn't sure how one would go about beginning a greeting, let alone a conversation, with someone with the alluring nature of yourself. haha I know this is a quite romanticized greeting, that last sentence was probably a run-on, and I apologize if it caught you off guard, but I would greatly appreciate a chance to get to know you better as a person :)

For starters, if you had a choice to live the rest of your life on either a space station or a station built at the very bottom of the marinas trench, which would you choose and why?"

"​Hey:) my bf and I are looking for another woman to play with;) We've never done anything like this before so we're hoping to find a gorgeous girl to show us the ropes;) hit us up if you're interested. Julie and Matt" <--Why do they think I know anything about this?"

"Stalkin' up on yo bitch ass!"

"I grew up in the 90s so obviously we would get along great. Ooo the memories"

"you arelooking sexY!"

"I am 80's guy are you 90's girl?"

"​what was the craziest hallucination you have had when you smoked weed lol?"

"​Hi Kimberly. You're absurdly sexy. I'd like to buy you dinner. ... And then... If you're even half-as-cute in-person, I'll likely seduce you."

"Are you kink curious?"

"can you handle me getting me laid please i give u 100.00 ty"

"since you arent serious anyway, would you like to chat with an old man"

"Hey... you seem kinda sweet ..but with a little salt... am I close? Anyway... I maybe too old for you (though I still get carded for beer sometimes!) And most folks guess my age lower by about 10 years... oh well, not a bad thing I guess. I teach at a local college ...so I pulled my photo when some co_workers and students found me here.... anyway..happy to send a photo to an email addy. I used to work at 95 north ave! Wouldn't that be like the weirdest thing if you had my old office? "

"Happy Birthday Elliott Smith."

"Brohoof for VTPonies, and, I guess Tapehoof for Cassettes. Yeah, that makes sense. So do you record guitar cassettes as well? You should record a million pretend albums, make covers for them and give them to people. I may only be saying that because that's what I do. But still. Continue being awesome, soldier.

(trots along)"  <-- Probably my favorite

"You look like the secretary from Ghostbusters. In like a really cool sexy way."

"So having this as a joke, and then run into a bunch of people I know is interesting. Also super weirding me out. I gave you a five star rating, cause you so sexy. Mostly I'm still on here because I'm discussing polyamory with people to gain a better inside understanding for purposes of social analysis and anthropology stuff. That's what I do."

"Hey there. Probably totally uncalled for, but I just wanted to say you are delicious :-)"

"lol you look familiar."

Beauty Apps

So I downloaded a few apps, "Beauty Apps," that had high star ratings.  Most beauty apps come out of Korea or Japan and have a really cute interface and menu that are very user friendly.  They allow you to slim your face, make your eyes bigger, nose smaller, boobs bigger. They present it in this innocent almost childish way, with cartoons illustrating how big you can make your boobs look.  It's creepy. 

I decided to edit some pictures of mine to the point where I thought it wasn't attractive anymore.  The pictures on the left are unedited and filterless, some pictures are less flattering than others.  There is a couple where I kinda look like butt, but(t) better than the picture on the right (in my opinion.)  The editing is kinda crappy in some (like #5) and some I spent more time on than others.  In a couple I even enlarged the eyes of Cotton (the rabbit) so that she, too, could be kawaii anime desuuu.  The apps I've used here are LINE Camera and BeautyPlus, I used InstaCollage to juxtapose the pictures.

This is a project I plan to continue doing. Thoughts? Opinions? What do people think of "Beauty Apps"?

So Neglected, Here is Some Writing

I was going to preface this with an explanation but I wont.  I wanted to share some writing and I decided to go way back.  Back when I was 15.  I wrote this somewhere in 2006.  Some of it is true, some of it isn't.  You can tell I really liked Perks of Being a Wallflower back then. 

I cried tonight.

No, it wasn't that I was wallowing in my teen angst, mad at the world. No, I was happy. Oh boy how I was happy. 

One of the best moments of my life. See, I was riding home with my mom from the store with the windows rolled down. We 

were listening to Enya's Return to Innocence, I don't care if that song isn't cool, it's beautiful. 

We were riding down the highway with all the lights and open signs. It was in that moment I decided everything is alright.

I'm always worried the future. If I'll get into the right school. The right house. Right life mate. I want these things. 

I believe if I have these things I will lead a happy life. But in that moment, with the fresh air, shinging lights, smiling mother, 

and that beautiful Indian man's voice, I relized  I have the whole world infront of me. And that lit-up highway was a reminder 

of how very young I am. I smiled and couldn't help but cry. It was so perfect, me and my mother riding along, smiling and 

enjoying the same song. I had to try and fight the tears back though. I didn't want to ruin the moment. And I knew my

mother wouldn't understand if I started to cry. She think's I'm over emotional. She's probally right.    227

Or atleast that's what I thought.

God, so I got this brother right? And he's great. I mean coolest fuxking guy in the world. Well, he wasn't cool. Infact he was 

pretty un-cool.  But hot damn was he great.I mean I have all these great moments with him. Just stuff in the past and how great it all

was.

Now I'm begining to think Mom would understand if I was crying. You see, right after I finished choking down my tears my 

mother drove into another car. I think that she was also crying. But where I was crying in the delight of my youthfulness, 

I believe she was crying over her age. Resulting in a car wreck. This car wreck was no accident. She skillfully rammed into 

the other car so that she got severly injured and I only got a few scratches. Now we are in the hospital, I am obediantly 

at her side, she in unconsious and getting stiches, and the nurses look at me wide eyed like they think I am going to try to 

kill myself too.     354

 

the young dont die

Since I'm going through old documents I am find a lot of writings from my past.  This is a poem my ex boyfriend, James, wrote.  His assignment was to write a poem using only the words of others, he had to interview someone, record it, and from that make a poem.  The question was something about my closest brush with death.  An experience when I almost died.  I was 18, so back then it was this and it makes a funny poem.  If it was made now it would be about overdosing on Adderall, and that's just not as humorous and everyone has already read too many overdose poems.  I think he did a great job capturing my voice.  I think this is good stuff and I bet my mom wouldn't mind reading it.  

James Spurlock 

Sarah Yahm

Ordinary Lives

22 February 2010

the young don’t die

After my mom left Kenny

I was six, she was 29

Uh, she got this blue car

This blue little sports car

It’s important that it was a sports car, because it was trendy. 

Can I have my coffee?

So she had this sports car

She loved it.

It was kind of her way of saying: f-you Kenny 

I can__

She got into a lot of wrecks.

Because she was frantic

Single mother, and

You know, David was really Ashburgy

So David was a handful.

We didn’t meet Dad—Pete until

I think I was like 7 ½ 

My coffee’s too hot.

So we lived in a trailer.

My mom got a refrigerator, and 

I lived in the box of the refrigerator for a month—or two, and 

David lived in the box, and 

We lived in the box together—in the trailer.

Because we were moving up—you know

Because we didn’t like our trailer

But we had a box—in the trailer

I don’t know we played pretend in it, and it was a great box

Finally my mom was like 

Fuck your box, I’m folding it up, and I’m going to go take it away to the dump.

But she never did

So there was this folded box laid on the entire back seat of our car, and

She was kind of a lazy mom, and 

We never wore seatbelts. 

When Pete came along he was like

Hey you kids wear your seatbelt when you’re in the car with me!

We were like NOoo! Oh my Ga—Nooo, and made this big deal about it.

I was a short, little eight years old so the seatbelt went across my face

I wrestled with it…

A lot of people forget they’re wearing it, and they just

Mold their will.

It’s only been the past 2 years I’ve been willing to wear seatbelt.

I’ve just been like uh, get the Fuck Off. I’m free damnit

It’s America.

 This is me swatting. 

My mom hit—she rear ended someone.

Wait.

The cardboard on the box was really fun,

Because when she turned, me and David’s ass went sli-flying, because 

No one got to ride shotgun, so

We would slide on the card board of the back seat, 

Because it’s not as if we were bound in, and 

You can slide on cardboard very easily.

And uh…

Anyways

Mom hit something, and 

Me and David went wish, and 

It wasn’t fun that time.

I didn’t get a scratch on me, but 

It was kind of scary, and 

I could have almost died.

There were no police.

There was no big to do.

We didn’t stop driving!

Mom turned around and was like wa-wa—PUT YOUR FUCKING SEATBELT ON!

A Letter From Jacob Powell

I was going through my old Google Drive on my Bunni333 email that I barely use anymore.  I found a letter Jacob Powell had left me once, it seems I must have left a paper I was writing up on my old Toshiba laptop and he just went on while I was asleep and wrote this.  I'm sharing this because he is gone now, and that's hard to deal with sometimes.

Kim Rabideau

World Lit.

Mr. Corey Mc Coulley

9 February 2011

One Thousand and One Nights

Dear Kim,

I’m sorry I didn’t say good bye before leaving.  It was one of those “you-look-so-darn-cute-don’t-have-the-heart-to-wake-you” moments.  Sorry I’ve been so sleepy.  I’ll make sure we do something special soon.  I hope you have a really great day. Not to ruin the mood of this letter, but don’t forget to take your meds.  I’ll be in the studio pretty late today.  Stay in touch.

jacob

also, this is me. :*

and this is you *:

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