mixup

*EDIT*
so it turns out these bad boys were in CMYK, which...apparently isn't recognized by Blogger? I kind of like the floating hamster better in blue.



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dkmon86

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these dkmons' true colors are being stifled by inexplicable forces...i guess blogger is feeling blue today?

settling in

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school is cold, dreary and too small after a term in new york.
i feel claustrophobic already

fun, natural fun?

dkmon83

why do different brushes show up so faint?

what do you consider fun

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new discoveries make for late nights
feel the goop and the brush

teenage mutant ninja

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meet Turdle.
Born a mere brainshart from my brother's search for provocative animal characters to star in his new t-shirt line, Awesome Creatures, Turdle shaped up to be a real dood.

Puns aside (you know you love em), this task was a bit trying because it involved making poo sitting on the back of an animal seem really cute. Luckily, Koreans have mastered the art of drawing cute piles of ddong, so the turd was actually easier to get out than the rest of the body. There were some concerns that the neck was too long, but this guy ultimately won out over the simpler, neckless version:Hm...I just noticed that I didn't include a tail in either version...do all turtles have tails? Well, these fellas seem perfectly happy with their crappy, tail-less life.
Anyway, there should be a site coming soon where you can get your very own feces-featured t-shirt and be the coolest kid around (Korean children).

single stroke series

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dust yourself off

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version1.0 fell victim to my mac's narcoleptic tendencies, but i like this one better anyway

caper

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chapped lips

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sushi lounge

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madame

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color blind

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At dinner the other night, a friend kept asking if the meat was ready yet. We were at the type of Japanese/Korean bbq restaurant with the grill built right into the table so that the diners have the pleasure of trying to cook a mountain of raw meats and eat it before it all burns beyond rationale. I thought he was just being annoying until the conversation turned to buttons or painting or some other inconsequential thing involving the ability to discern color, whereupon his girlfriend explained that he was colorblind.
"Like you can't tell blues, greens and grays apart?" I asked, thinking of another friend who had thought his pinstriped pants were gray when they were in fact a hilarious green. If only he had been into polka dotted shirts back then...
"More like I can't tell reds and browns...like if this meat is cooked or not."
Ah...right. Hearing that, however, didn't allow me to appreciate my superior sense of saturation and hue, but rather made me wonder about the fantastic colors that must elude the limited scope of human perception. Or even those colors that just don't exist in nature and haven't yet been manufactured. Where are you?

and one for good luck

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dkmon65!

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5 down

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little by little

I was talking on the phone tonight while pacing around the living room when a frantic dustball scuttled over my foot to squeak under the couch. In the kitchen, another mouse bumped into my foot as it dove under the oven on its way to what I imagine is a thriving mousetropolis--these city mice can be plain rude, you know? The sightings have increased significantly over the past few days and it is now distastefully clear that the mice have taken over the apartment. Ugh, just now a mouse ran out from behind the tv stand and sped along the wall towards the furnace!
What was once an occasional intrusion easily remedied with a few Froot Loop-baited mouse traps has steadily, quietly become an overwhelming infiltration that--while sitting alone late at night, surrounded by the scurries and squeals of rodent traffic in an otherwise silent apartment--seems insurmountable.

And just as the number of little furry pests grow at a frightening pace, the count of unrealized dkmon is also reaching a dreadful high. Something needs to be done, asap!

Okay, so March 6 is the 65th day of the year. I have 52 dkmon posted, which means there are 13 left before I'm caught up.
Sooooo, let's see: BY 11PM EST, those lucky 13 will be up here, or I will give up internet until I am caught up for the next 13.
I know, discipline is not really one of my strengths, but I'm working on it. That, time management, and self-punishment (same as discipline?). Live and learn, live and learn.

creepily sure of themselves

Still dealing with post-SCOPE traumatic stress syndrome and have been feeling a bit scattered, but it's been way too long without posting anything, so here are some of the dkmons i've finished. The characters are numbered thus because i believe that a dkmon should attempt to reflect the particular day indicated. I need a bit more time to work out the SCOPE related ones, which I plan to launch after a post recapping the experience of working the fair. That should all come in the next few days, but in the meantime:

dkmon55
submissively deviant

dkmon58
crazy hat lady

dkmon59
the mice have been watching NIMH

Sitting at my computer, I have a clear view of the hallway and lately, sudden scurried movements would catch my eye before disappearing under doorways. This is very disconcerting, because that means the mice have expanded beyond the kitchen (where all our traps are planted) into the rest of the apartment. Tonight, I saw a tail sliding into one of the bedrooms. Later on, I made eye contact with a greasy little black fellow who had his tiny head poking out from beneath the closet door. I wonder if it's the same mouse who invaded my sleeping flatmates' space.