New Computer!
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Runs on Vista!
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My computer died.

Blue screen of death style.

Don't worry, my data is all retreivable, I'm just sans computer for about a week or so.

So the gentleman who was hosting my site for Asylum Laboratories quietly let his subscription expire without alerting me he was letting it go. So www.asylum.scarredions.com no longer works.

But worry not--I'm setting up a new, better, easier-to-remember domain, which hopefully will be simply www.asylumlabs.com.

Until then, you can find this week's update on my DeviantArt account here: http://madgeneticist.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-Laboratories-Ch2-Pg-4-79224219

Thanks so much for your concern and patience, and sorry for the inconvenience!

-The Management

Got this from Chel, who got it from Evo. I've done it before, but I'm amusing myself with it because I'll stop the Japanese nickname add-on from continuing for this link at least.

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself

Characters:
Teucer:
Daria:
Casey:
Nathan:
Antimony:

Hello everyone. I have a few questions to ask all of you.
Teucer: Sure thing.
Daria: Ask away, and I will do all that it is in my power to give you an answer that might satisfy your lust for knowledge.
Casey: No harm in asking, I guess.
Nathan: ...'Kay.
Antimony: Okay. What's up?

How old are you?
Teucer: ...Twenty-six? Twenty-seven, maybe? How long has it been since the stock market crashed? I was twenty-four then.
Daria: Oh, surely ancient by human years, but as a djinn, hardly out of infancy.
Casey: Not too old, but old enough.
Nathan: For the purposes of this conversation...? Let's say 17.
Antimony: 15. Goodness, I'm the youngest of the bunch, aren't I?

What do you like to eat?
Teucer: Strawberries. Oh, man. Do you realize how long it's been since I've had strawberries?
Daria: I do not rely on physical sustenance, and having tried it whilst granting a wish can say I like it in theory, but I have no real preference for it as a regular practice.
Casey: I like rasberry almond cake a lot.
Nathan: Well, you look tasty at the moment. ...Nevermind. I like T-bone steaks, medium well.
Antimony: I like fudge ice cream, when it comes to it.

Do you have any interesting traits?
Teucer: My arm is basically a glorified crowbar.
Daria: I am very good at chess.
Casey: Liquid metal extention of my subconscious sitting over there licking itself. Lovely.
Nathan: I hear I have stunning eyes.
Antimony: I have four eyes, three horns, short blue fur, really long fingers, taloned feet, backwards knees, and a tail. That's it, right? That's all of my traits? I have difficulty keeping track sometimes.

Are you a virgin?
Teucer: Oh, man, would THAT suck.
Daria: ...I beg your pardon?
Casey: Wouldn't you like to know?
Nathan: I don't want to think about how that would work.
Antimony: Erm...well, that is to say...when you date the kind of men I date..not that the twins are, well, y'know..they can be very persuasive! Not that that's a bad thing neccessarily, rather, uh...no. Not, not really, no.

Who's your mate/spouse?
Teucer: Well, I've had my eye on Drago, but nothing's happened yet. Whatever, it's only the end of the world, right?
Daria: I have no life partner.
Casey: Oh, I lead a daring and exciting and single life.
Nathan: Jennifer Lopez. She's a monster in bed, I gotta tell ya.
Antimony: Ja(y)den, of course.

Have you killed anyone?
Teucer: Too many. Much, much too many.
Daria: I do not have the ability and am programmed, as you might say, to prevent it.
Casey: Yes.
Nathan: You tell me.
Antimony: Oh, god no. Never.

Do you hate anyone?
Teucer: The people who try to make life worse for other people. It's bad enough as it is, the world in this state.
Daria: No one left on the planet still worth wasting my energies hating, according to my records.
Casey: The men in white coats, the people who keep trying to kill me, my father, mostly. Not that that's news.
Nathan: No, not really. Just the monster who stripped me of about 60% of my skin tissue. There's a lot of hate in that.
Antimony: .....n...no?

Have any secrets?
Teucer: Mm, probably.
Daria: Secrets I have been forsworn to keep.
Casey: Sure, who doesn't?
Nathan: I used to get nosebleeds all the time.
Antimony: Let's just say I'm lucky to have the princes.

Do you love anyone?
Teucer: Oh, I wouldn't call it love. Intense infatuation mingled with frequent fits of lust is more like it.
Daria: I live with two other women.
Casey: I'm rather fond of Daine, but not in a 'take me now, you sexy beast' kind of way. More like a....'last will and testament give everything to you' thing.
Nathan: I love Johnny Depp! He is just such a good actor, you know?
Antimony: I love my princes very much.

What do you do to relax?
Teucer: Shoot birds, work on my car, undress Drago with my eyes...y'know, no different than any other person, I guess.
Daria: I read.
Casey: I watch the sky. It always changes eventually, but it never hurries too fast.
Nathan: I run, and sometimes I fly.
Antimony: Snuggle with Ja(y)den mostly. I get to do that.

Maybe I should start a blog.

Make myself sit down everyday, pick a subject, and write about it for a few good paragraphs. Whether it be comics, movies, or just how my day went. I think it could be good for me.

Thing is, I've never really had a lot to say about anything. Talk to any of my friends. There are few subjects on which I can really get ranting on. And really, after a while on a rant I'll stop making much sense, and start making wildly irrational claims I can't really back. Does the world really need another unfunny weblog to do that?

Maybe it does. Iunno. S'better than me trying to do a podcast. THAT was a failure. I suck at talking. In fact, either I speak everything without spaces between my words(such is the Los Angelina way) or I stutter or I don't speak at all. Ask my grandparents, they'll tell you true. =)

I'm mostly thinking it would be a good writing exercise for me, especially if I ever get into writing reviews or some form of intensely yellow journalism. How long does a blog have to be to be substantial? How much information does a person need to see before they consider an opinion valid when it's from a complete stranger? I'll start with blogging, and move my way up to movie reviews. That is what I'll do.

Maybe I'll get a blogspot for Asylum Labs.

Speaking of Asylum Laboratories, I showed it to my dear grandma (aka Momoo) and she seems to love it! She certainly does enjoy plugging it for me, which is a definite plus. She kept bringing it up when we went to go have lunch with some relatives I barely know. I don't know, though, is this necessarily a good thing? I mean, more readers are always welcome, but more readers mean more people depending on me for their weekly fix of AL, and it is not that hard to lose readership--one late update is often all it takes, and AL is by no means fantastic quality in art or writing--and especially not in lettering. So it's not like Zebra Girl in that the quality is worth waiting months for, and it's not like Quantz.com where the technique of copy and paste is refined to an art, but the writing makes up for it in bucketfuls. I am fully aware how often AL falls into mediocrity, and how there are occasionally annoying little plotholes I'm barely even aware of. I have actually grown very fond of drawing Asylum Laboratories solely for myself and for my own pleasure, at my own pace. I do like to keep a decent schedule for those interested in reading, but I can't always make it, and I often don't. One week differs from the next. Any of you who read webcomics have read the excuses before: Difficult pages, family matters, school, finals week especially--so I won't repeat them here. But I also enjoy serving the masses(well, the masses that come to my webdoor to be entertained), and I really hate dissappoint those who read what I draw and write. Getting more readers may actually bring more stress to me.

I don't remember what the point of this tangent was.

*scrolls up*

Oh, right. My grandma likes my comic and plugs it for me.

Maybe I shouldn't overthink things so much.

What do you guys think? Blog? No Blog? Do I need more spare time or can I sit down for fifteen minutes a day to rampantly type my little heart away?

I have someone to call my own, now. <3

Just thought I would let those of you who would be interested in knowing that in on it. =)

I want a full-piece orchestra at my wedding in a big, gorgeous cathedral with tall stained glass windows and only my closest friends and family attending. I want a long, ornate train with a wedding gown that makes me look fantastic. I want there to be color everywhere I look.

School + Webcomic + Job = No time on the internet.


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