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Ok guys. This is it. We have just a little over a day left for this. The votes are coming in strong, but the other contestents are getting entire classes and office buildings to vote for them. We really need your help. You help us win, and I promise comics over at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) p_x_l. the real comic that I'm working on, but also short little fun ones that I've been doodling, too. Whatever it will take.
ask people on your buddy list. post in your lj. ask people at YOUR school or office building. anything you can do would be amazing, and if nothing else, i promise that i'll do the same for you if you ever enter a contest like this.
Here are the pictures again:
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Hey kids, I just wanted to make one more post to let everyone know that I have a new blog. In case you missed it the first time, please add p_x_l.
Secondly, Tod and I have entered our living room into a contest on apartmenttherapy.com (which is awesome.) If you go and vote for us, we have a chance of winning a $3,000 shopping spree. Please vote and tell your friends! Every vote gets us closer!
http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/102605/fall-colors-contest-east/ive-got-color-east-side-rumble-004671
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it's time for a new journal.
i won't be deleting this one, but i won't be posting in it any longer.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/p_x_l
those of you who still read, plz add.Current Music: Figurine - Our Pure Efficiency |
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update the first: the scooter was found! someone turned it in yesterday (or late last night, rather) and even though it's trashed and will need to be fixed, it's back. we're very happy about that.
update the second: the tenetive bachelor/ette party was wednesday night, but we've realized that a ton more people will be in town on thursday, and there's nothing going on that night anyway. so, thursday night. if you can read this, you're invited. so, thursday, the temple club, lansing. girls and boys invited. there are a ton of dj's that night, plus $3.50 jager bombs and $3.00 long islands. need i say more? $5 at the door for 21+, a little more for 18+ |
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The last two weeks have been some of the most trying in my life. Not hard times, just frustrating. There have been some great moments mixed in between all of the disasters, but still.
We left two weeks ago today. We were supposed to hit Tuscon that night. We managed to get about two and a half hours worth of drive time in -- over the first two and a half days. First, the brakes to the YACmobile caught on FIRE. Then we ran out of gas (because of the brakes seising) and then we blew two tires. We were stuck in the hellhole that is El Centro, California until Sunday. on Sunday, we left in a Uhaul. We had to leave the YACmobile in El Centro, where it still is. (we think.)
The Uhaul trip was pretty uneventful. We made it to Michigan on Wednesday night, and then rented a car to drive to Cedar Point on Thursday. We worked Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, and while the money was pretty good, the town of Sandusky sucks and is full of spiders. We stayed at some crappy dorms and I got sick starting on Saturday. I had no voice for Sunday or Monday.
Came back into Jackson Monday night. We actually spent a couple of nice days getting some wedding stuff done and having fun around town.
Then this morning, my dad woke us up asking where the Vespa was. It was stolen. We reported it to the police, and took some fliers around town, but it's hard to be optimistic when every one we tell says that they've had stuff stolen here, too.
We're working this weekend at Frontier's Day in Charlotte, so if anyone is going, come see us.
We get married next weekend.
Sarah gets here on Monday.
We found a place today, and applied for it. We really like it, and hope that getting it will be the good luck that we deserve at this point.
The kitty is fine, even though he doesn't like my dad's dogs.
Sep. 9th, 2005 @ 12:37 am
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well, this is it.
we're getting ready to go, only slightly behind schedule, but still making good time.
the trip will go like this:
San Diego -> Tuscon(ish)
Tuscon -> Roswell
Roswell -> OK City
OK City -> St. Louis
St. Louis -> Jackson
Then we'll unpack a little bit, spend a day or so around Lansing, then cruise down to Sandusky for Labor Day weekend.
we should have Internet on the way, and will be posting, but in a different blog. More on that later.
Wish us luck!
Aug. 25th, 2005 @ 09:55 am
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Burning CD favors and half way through realized 2 songs didn't end up working.. not important ones, though, all of the most meaningful ones are on there, so at least there's that... and we figured it out halfway through instead of after they were all done.. there's nothing worse than getting an incorrect track list with a cd, especially if you aren't familiar with the bands... i love this cd and all of the songs on it, and i love working on these wedding comics and i'm just so nerdily happy.
i
can't
wait
to
get
married
corey: i didn't realize we put transatlanticism [our sad song] and such great heights [our happy song] right next to eachother.
tod: it's ok.
corey: yeah, we'll just have a ben gibbard flavored wedding.
tonight: the aristocrats
tomorrow: dinner with all of the san diego crew
wednesday: final packing, etc.
thursday: we OUT.
so
excited.
Aug. 22nd, 2005 @ 03:27 pm
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Ok, thanks to Brian, I've spent the last hour or so flying around the Earth.
Google Earth is about the coolest thing ever.
We are totally using this on the tour.
I'm a little peeved that you're limited to ONLY Earth, but I guess it IS a beta.... (kidding.)
It's crazy fun to fly from San Diego (Where you can totally see our caricature booths at Sea World) to the freakin' pyramids in Egypt.
Eiffel Tower? Yup.
Grand Canyon? Freakin' awesome.
I could do this all day. Give me more cool things to go find! (You have to give the city they're in)
Aug. 13th, 2005 @ 01:32 pm
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Last night I went to karaoke with Leslie and Anne. Tod stayed at home because he wasn't feeling well. I've only gone out once or twice without Tod since I moved out here, and certainly not in some time. It reminded me of that scene in Garden State where he's sitting on the couch and everything was happening around him -- I couldn't help but watch all of the people having fun and asking myself why I couldn't just relax and enjoy other people's company in such a way. The obvious answer is the absence of alcohol (Tod and I aren't restraining, but we're not buying any until we move to help save a little extra money.) but it seems to be more than that: My negativity towards people and general ego keeps me from really having fun more often than not. This is a good safety net, and I can see where it is valuable, but on a night where I'm trying to have a good time, mentally judging everyone around me only hurts me.
A fine young gentleman (who is a regular and asked where Tod was) bought the three of us drinks. He and I spent most of the night chatting, and it was really fun to have a conversation with someone who was genuinely interested in me (not interested, just interested in what I had to say.) It was good conversation, and a good mixed drink, and the night picked up quite a bit. My naivety wins again, it seems, because at the end of the night Leslie commented that he only bought drinks for she and Anne so he could buy one for me. I realized then that he'd spent the night talking to me, while they retreated to the patio for a smoke (Anne.) An adolescene of harshly felt unrequited love and a post-adolesence spent first behind a computer screen and then in comic shops has given me a flawed self image, or at least a non-specific one. When I commented to a sleepy Tod about the situation, he said, "well, you're the most approachable, and the cutest." His bias aside, it's hard for me to consider myself "the cute one" in a group.
In the apartment days, I randomly started chatting with a girl I had gone to high school with. While we were never friends, we shared many classes together (I was in the "High Potential Youth" group, and the same 20 people were in the vast majority of my classes.) After catching up, we started talking about school and who had done what since, and revealing what we really thought of eachother in simpler times. She confided that she was jealous of me because "all of the boys liked your ass."
This was a revelation for two reasons: First, I had no idea any guy in high school found me attractive, even though I had relationships. I chalked it up to randomness, being at the right place at the right time, and finding someone who was desperate or foolish enough to want to date me. Add that to the fact that, with few exceptions, every guy I dated was at least a class lower than I was, and never "popular," even in his own class. The glaring exception to this rule was my first boyfriend who was a class older than I was, and a football player. (He was also in marching band, and would come on the field at half-time to play in his football jersey, sans pads.) I dated the football player for exactly one month, one week, and one day, which resulted in my first kiss, a travesty that I rushed home to cry about. A string of unpopular boys with questionable heterosexuality would follow, providing me just enough security to cheat on them.
The second part of the revelation was that I had an attractive ass. Raised by a mother who was constantly trying to lose weight, I thought my ass was "fat" and knew my hips only as "too big." I was a skinny 120 pounds for most of my formative years, with no breasts to speak of, and never once did I think this was a desirable body type. I was told by a boy in third grade that I had a "big butt" and had never let that go. Seventeen Magazine provided little help, as I was too busy rebelling against brand name labels to realize that more expensive clothes, for the most part, fit better. It wasn't until I met Tod that anyone ever told me that they liked my ass.
When we graduate high school, things are supposed to change. We're supposed to shed the person we were, as we go to college, live in dorms with people we've never met (sex) and find new ways of self-expression (drugs) and have fun (alcohol.) When Tod and I recount our pasts, we're pretty even as far as high school goes. We both shared the unattainable crush (though he got closer to his than I did mine) and the bus trips to band events spent exploring newfound sexuality. But when it gets to college, we veer. He went to the dorms -- at an art college no less -- and I to a community college with no semblence of a course of study. I took classes, he went to college.
Sexual freedom, keg parties and a hit of acid are not things I desire, but I somehow feel cheated. I wonder whether or not college would have provided me with the ability to have fun in a mixed group of people. Already feeling slighted by a stomach that can't handle beer, at parties I stand around uncomfortably, hoping there's something in the refrigerator to mix some rum into. Unable to take advantage of draft beer specials, Tod and I shell out more money so I can drink at social settings. No one says as much, but I'm certain that they're chiding me in their heads for not starting to drink sooner. Anne accuses me of lying when I tell her that I've only slept with two people in my life. I wish it were only one, but conversely fear that I may someday resent my husband for having a more expansive history than mine. Hangovers, bad trips, one night stands -- these are not things that people WANT and yet somehow I feel like I haven't gotten what's meant to be mine.
Meeting Tod was my dorms experience. I began drinking, I smoked and I had sex. I decided I wanted to drink coffee. I listened to new types of music. I found new ways to express myself. Incidentally, it was the first time I felt secure enough to not cheat on someone I really cared about. The relationship has also contributed to finally feeling more attractive, and coincidentally, taking better care of myself and dressing better. I (almost) like my ass.
One month, one week and one day remain and then I will be marrying him. The wedding has been meticuously planned together and we've been complimented for every detail so far. Everyone loves our invitations, and we think to ourselves, wait until they see the theatre. We've put together the mix of the music that best describes these last two years -- the work it took to be together, and how much it was worth it. We've carefully written our vows together, finding the perfect balance of God and our families to string the words together. In one month, one week and one day, we will stand, looking at eachother as we hear these very words spoken. We'll be frozen in time with everything around us happening.
If my relationship thus far with Tod has been my college experience, then this wedding is without a doubt graduation day. How lucky am I to have such a future laid out before me -- my career as wife and mother has already been applied for and approved. I will start immediately and can dress however I'd like for work. My boss suggest something that shows off my ass.
Aug. 12th, 2005 @ 01:11 pm
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Tod: Is there a lot of rivalry between the Tigers and the Green Bay Packers?
Corey: uh.. no.
Tod: is it because Green Bay kicks their ASS?
Corey: no, it's because the Packers play football, and the Tigers play baseball.
Tod: Lions, Tigers, Bears, whatever.
Corey: The Bears are Chicago.
Tod: what about the Green Bay-seballers?
Jul. 28th, 2005 @ 11:49 pm
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As you may or may not know (those are your options -- You do, or you don't know) I like online flash games. I play a lot of 'em. I play enough of them, in fact, that I can generally click my way through the ones that are only in Japanese by guessing where the "play" button (as opposed to the "instructions" button) is. This one, aptly titled, "Fun Game 2" is a good one. An interesting enough twist on a tired concept. I got to level 10, with 366,200 points, or whatever the Japanese word is for points.
Today is a trip to the beach, as soon as everyone gets their ducks in a row. (Metaphorically, I mean. None of us have ducks, and even if we did, I doubt they'd want to come to the beach.) A real day off, a day for relaxation the old fashioned way (that is, not involving bong hits.) I'm sick, and am going more for the sun and social aspects than the water.
But first -- burger king!
Jul. 26th, 2005 @ 12:20 pm
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It's been a tough day. I purposely messed with my birth control cycle a week or so ago (so I wouldn't be, you know, menstruating on my wedding night) and the chemical imbalance is kicking my ass. But that's ok. As I said once before, there is no "cure" to this, there is only learning to work through it.
The wedding invitations are addressed, stamped, stuffed and ready to go into the mail. Despite this momentous event, I'm unmotivated and easily distracted. Trying to get freelance work done and being met with disinterest, if not defeat. I managed to slug through enough to get to a point to where I have to wait for an email reply, so hopefully that will put things off enough for tomorrow. Slugging through has shown me, however, that I'm having a good drawing day. Unfortunately, the rest of my to-do list for the day is clerical.
Speaking of clerics, *ahem* there's a new version of Grow (the original is the best fucking flash game I've ever played.) with an RPG spin on it. I've maxed out all but two of them, but didn't spend too much time playing.
My sister called. Jordan and I are getting closer than ever in new "grown-up" land, and she's been calling me a lot for advice lately, which makes me feel useful. I'm so excited about our friendship and getting even closer after we move back.
More auctions to do. I still haven't touched the budget proposal. I haven't eaten.
At least I'm drawing well.
Jul. 25th, 2005 @ 06:42 pm
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I am named after a beautiful song. I've spent the last 3 hours or so cleaning my kitchen (I mean really cleaning) and singing along to Harry Chapin songs... This song used to make me cry when my dad would drive me home at the end of a weekend spent at his house. I suppose it wasn't the song that made me cry, as much as the situation and the profound depth of my twelve year old experience. I always felt like my dad wanted to say something, but didn't know the words. Harry Chapin's writing seemed to do fine, and I've always loved the song.
I seem to recall that in middle school, when forced to write a paper on a "hero" I chose Harry Chapin. Funny that even then I would choose a man with a dedication to his craft and work ethic that inevitably killed him. A man who took to doing things differently and gained an incredible closeness and loyalty with his fanbase as a direct result. I'd be interested to read the paper, assuming it exists.
A lot of wedding planning done today. Good talks with Sarah. Deep cleaning. Playtime with Rocky (who was sick and is now much, much better.) Soon, dinnertime and getting a proposal for the Scooterboy 12:34 book done. Maybe finally watch Star Wars (V) if Leslie will let us use her lap top.
Tomorrow: finishing and mailing the invitations, mail-order and sending out the Scooterboy stuff, more cleaning, more playtime with Rocky. free lance project. buttons.
mmmm.. the vibration of six metal strings.
Jul. 24th, 2005 @ 07:33 pm
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leslie: i need to finish my drink.
corey: you need to finish your novel.
Jul. 23rd, 2005 @ 10:53 pm
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I've realized haven't posted much in the last, oh, six months or so. One of the major reasons, I think, is because a lot of time has been spent planning the wedding. After so much of my life being made public over the last five years, I'm quite apprehensive to let anyone from "The Internet" in on such planning. This revelation was made after some deep digging into my subconscious, however, so if that doesn't make much sense, I'm sorry.
I no longer work at Sea World. Outside of a Labor Day weekend spent doing Caricatures at Cedar Point, I will never work for anyone other than Young American Comics ever again. I am a work-at-home Mom, if only for Rocky for now.
The wedding is in less than 2 months now, and it's quite surreal realizing that I will be "Mrs. Parkhill." I couldn't be happier, however. The wedding itself is going to be amazing. We've afforded ourselves every last detail to make sure that it will be the wedding of our dreams, because we're only planning on having one. It's going to be the sort of wedding that I would love to attend.
We will be honeymooning in Northern Michigan, camping, hiking, relaxing.
We will be living in Lansing and working full-time for Young American Comics, doing caricature parties on the side for extra money.
We will get to spend Christmastime with my family.
We will travel South to see his family in February and/or March.
In April, we will take off on our year long tour. We will spend a year on the road making and promoting Independent Comics.
Sometime close to the end of the tour, we will begin our family.
After the tour, we will finally pick a city to stay in, put a down payment on a house, and start making plans for the Comic Shop/Studio.
We'll raise our children, and run our business, and God willing, (and with His help,) we'll always be this happy.
Yeah, I think being Mrs. Parkhill is going to be pretty good.
Jul. 23rd, 2005 @ 07:50 pm
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Evidentally I've grown up lately. Or, at the very least, the things that are enraging my friends (or at least my livejournal friendslist) aren't pissing me off. In fact, the fact that they're enraging my friends list, is.
1.) Reagan is awesome, and I'm impressed that he won, and American didn't just pick the obvious choices of George Washington, Abe Lincoln and Martin Luther King, Jr. Reagan kicked everyone's ass at being an American by being not ONLY influential in the means of politics, but also popular in the means of fame & movie-making. Tell me that's not the real american dream. Also: he was a good husband, he avoided assasination and he did important things for the economy. That's good enough for me. Go Regan, and Go Americans for actually putting a little bit of fucking thought into the survey.
1.5) shut the fuck up about the survey being run by AOL. AOL probably has a better sampling of this country than any other company. and you use AIM, don't you. so shut up.
2.) Quit bitching about this Nike thing. If Dischord made a poster that said "JUST DO IT PUNKSTYLE" no one would blink, but as soon as it's the other way around, it's Nike taking advantage of all of these poor companies. Well those poor companies need to get lawyers if that's the case, and take it to court. That's what Nike would do if it were the other way around. I'm completely tired of bullshit punk "companies" that only want the real rules of business when they apply in their own favor. Run a real business, or be a punk. You can't do both. I'm sorry. It's nice to have business ethos, but it's also nice to have a fantasy football league. unless you're running your business in a fantasy world, you're going to have to play by the real rules some times.
Anyway, back to the Nike thing: there are Parody laws. this is an obvious PARODY. They reshot the photo, and changed one word. That's good enough for all of the "Booger King" and "Old Gravy" Shirts, and it's good enough for you, too. Remember when those were funny? (ok, me neither.) but at least most of them are clever. and if I were running an ad campaign for a festival called "Major Threat" and wanted something clever and remarkable, a parody of Minor Threat might cross my mind.
Something else you probably haven't considered is that the person who headed this up is PROBABLY a minor threat FAN. You see, some of their fans (more than likely ones that liked them you know, when they were playing, even) have grown up and gotten real jobs and are Advertising Execs. They were probably thinking, something along the lines of "How cool will it be to have an homage to this band I used to love." and not "I'm TOTALLY going to RIP OFF this band, and TOTALLY GET AWAY WITH IT."
If you want to take the ridiculousness a step further, is Dischord really the one who you should be worried about here? What about the band themselves? What about the photographer who took the picture and designed the 7" cover? Is the copyright still theirs? OH GOD DISCHORD IS TOTALLY RIPPING THEM OFF. HOW CAN YOU LIKE ANY BAND THAT IS SIGNED ONTO A MAJOR LABEL. OR A MINOR LABEL FOR THAT MATTER. I'M SO PUNK I DON'T BELEIVE IN CONTRACTS. OR PAPER.
Obviously, I'm being a little tongue in cheek here. I don't think that Nike made the best business decision for using the image without considering the legal repurcussions, or that Dischord is making the best business decision by making statements like, "they stole it and were not happy about it. They're a huge corporation [waah waaah WAAAH.]" But I'm also trying to be blunt and perhaps a little insulting. It's really cool to hate the man when you're in high school, but afterward, you either do something about it, or you give it up. The Internet gives us an awful tool and provides a comfortable space for us all to be "desk chair activists" by posting how much we hate things in our blog. and fuck if it does any fucking good. You unhappy with this country? Do something about it. otherwise, shut the fuck up.
Jun. 28th, 2005 @ 08:16 pm
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it's amazing how things change so fast and suddenly, everything fits into place.
tod and i are moving to michigan september 1st, to stay for the winter. we think we can afford to support ourselves out there and still be able to save some money. the idea of being back in michigan is almost surreal -- but it's going to be incredible to be somewhere that feels like "home" again.
there's a lot more going on, and i'm way overdue for an update.
the long and short of it:
my last day at sea world will be july 10th. (i'm telling them today.)
we get to drive across country again. (we'll take a different route this time.)
christmas with my family, and some more time with his family before the tour.
doing caricature parties for the holidays in jackson/lansing/etc.
more updating soon.
Jun. 10th, 2005 @ 10:59 am
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1.) i got a new phone. this is not so important, but the fact that i have a doogie howser, m.d. ringtone, is.
2.) tod and i bought a kiddie pool to put on our back porch because we are awesome.
Jun. 7th, 2005 @ 03:47 pm
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lately, my livejournal habits have been poor at best.
i'm sorry.
a lot of the stuff that's been going on has been stuff for the company or stuff for the wedding.
both are going well, but for some reason, i haven't felt comfortable talking about either.
maybe tonight
if you'd like a wedding invitation, please email me your address. i still have a few from christmastime, but i know a few people have moved.
more update-age soon.
Jun. 5th, 2005 @ 11:12 am
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