Feels like I’m just going through the paces right now. Each day is the same so they blur into one ultra-long day. Little sleep, lotta work, little sleep, lotta work, ad nauseam… I want this year to end so I can go back to doing what I actually want to do. Screw “real life.” It’s a fool’s game and I have no patience for it.

I literally just added 70 posts to my Queue

as I won’t be on here for a few weeks probably. Sorry for the short notice. Hopefully my queue will keep you all entertained until I get back. Sorry in advance for my absence. I’ll miss you all.

panicatthecesar replied to your photo “WE’VE DONE IT. ONE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. We have…”

I’m number 1!!! Lol

Indeed, my good friend! Congratulations on defeating Smitty “Number One” Werbenjägermanjensen and achieving the tremendous status of being my Number One Fan! :D

WE’VE DONE IT. ONE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT.

We have made history today, people. This day will surely go down in the history books as a monumental occasion, celebrated by our descendants for centuries to come. And it’s all thanks to you, my wonderful, intelligent, faithful, tolerant, and ludicrously attractive followers. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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deadcayot3:

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Had a little free time so I cooked up another fandub~ :3 

cammiluna:

healyhq:

cammiluna:

This is the price of a caramel frappuccino in nyc

And some people complain about five dollars for an ebook (relevant: I intend to sell my writings in the future)…or a Steam game, or a movie, or a music album, or any other form of electronic media. These same people will then go to places like Starbucks and not bat an eye to spending the same amount on a single coffee drink. :/

Oh, this isn’t aimed at you, cammiluna, just to be clear. :) I’m just ranting about something that kind of miffs me that this photo reminded me of. Actually, I’m sure you can relate: as an artist, doesn’t it upset you when you see so many people who drastically undervalue artists’ work? I’m sure you’ve heard stories of commissioners (or maybe even had some yourself) who complain about the price of a commission from an artist whose work they enjoy?

Yeah, that kind of stuff annoys me. It doesn’t help when some creatives even undervalue their own work, causing a psychological manipulation of sorts to the masses. It trains them to believe that $0.99 is the typical price of something…it’s already happened to songs (worse actually, with the advent of streaming, some people think all music should be free of charge! Like, WTF, how’s the musician supposed to make a living then?) and mobile applications and games and such. I’m seeing the same thing happening in the literary world now with ebooks, and as an aspiring author, this pattern terrifies me. If this bullshit keeps up, careers in creative fields will become something only the super-famous could pull off… :(

I didn’t think this was towards me :)  It’s a valid rant  and on a subject that a friend of mine on Facebook had spoken about, too, as well as a speaker I once met at a seminar for dentists. People will throw their dollars at a drink, but not a piece of hand-crafted media that will last as long as the digital age exists. I’m understanding it more in recent years now that I’ve become a web cartoonist looking into eventually publishing myself. 

The speaker simply said that dentists just have to entice patients to want to throw down the same kind of money for the sake of their health that they would throw down at Starbucks, or pay 5-star hotel prices knowing they will get 5-star dental treatment.

Marketing works the same for all types of exchangeable goods and fancy expensive food chains are pretty much every creator’s biggest competition. 

There are people that are legit buyers of digital goods. We have to work harder for the people that are interested in us but are hesitant to spend (unless they’re really poor or something), but when that finally works out, it’ll be worth it.

It’ll all be worth it. Yes, exactly. That’s what I keep telling myself.

The future is both exciting and scary. There’s no telling what will happen, what will change, what will stay the same. We can’t change the cards we’re dealt, but we can decide how to react, which cards to play and which to hold onto.

As an “observer,” I live life with my mantra, “Always observe the actions of others,” in mind at all times. You see, it doesn’t matter if you learn from others’ successes or if you learn from others’ mistakes; either way, you’ve learned something. Right? :P

I was asked one time, by a friend who read one of my unpublished short stories, “What is your muse?” I suppose she wanted to know where I get my ideas. I told her, “The world and everyone who inhabits it.” I don’t have a single wellspring from whence my creativity flows. I don’t think any creator does. We take our personal experiences — both in the real world and in the world of our minds, which is just as important — and we weave our creations using that.

I’m not really a “people person” — AvPD does that to ya — and while I spend most of my time alone, the brief moments where I’m in the presence of others…I think it is in these moments when seeds are sown. It is later in solitude, when I meditate on these in my own way, which causes these seeds to sprout into ideas.

Sometimes, a seed which was planted years ago, but never seemed to grow — as though it were missing a key ingredient — will suddenly burst forth from the dark underground when another special seed drops itself into my mind. The two of them will grow entwined, creating a hybrid of sorts. Those are the moments I live for; that’s why I always hoard as much data as I can, about every little subject I ever come across, from every theme and symbol and character in media of all types, and try to keep in mind every conversation I’ve ever had, no matter how mundane it may have seemed at the time. You never know when a conversation with a friend, a co-worker, or even a stranger, will become the catalyst of a great idea.

With this in mind, let’s both work hard at what we love. Maybe if we work diligently and passionately enough, it won’t matter what changes await us in the future: we’ll be ready to face them head-on! As consumers, I believe we can tell when a product was made with love. I want others to feel that with my work too. That passion will shine through and our fans will offer their support; that is the kind of feeling that inspires hope in all of us. :D

…wow, I have a bad habit of rambling on for a long time on tangents. For someone who rarely ever speaks out loud, I sure to have a big virtual mouth, haha!

Aaaanyway, thank you for the reply. I’m gonna keep your words in mind when I throw caution to the wind at the end of the year and try to focus on my creative projects full time. “We have to work harder for the people that are interested in us.” You bet! I want to exceed the expectations of my fans. I feel like I was born to create, and a story unread is a story untold: If tree falls in forest, etc. We’ll break the sound barrier with our creativity, just you wait! >=D

Oh, and PS: if you ever publish Highly Experimental in physical form, drop me a message* or something! I’ll be first in line to buy it. :)

* There are so many things I want to read online, between chatting with friends, facebook feed, twitter feed, tumblr feed, interacting in many different forums, news sites, tech sites, game sites, etc., but very little time in which to do so (why can’t there be more time in a day?! Sheesh! DX). I tend to miss things, despite my best efforts to “absorb everything.” I feel awful when I miss something important posted by a creator I really like. Soooo, if you can just remember: a tumblr ask sent my way when you have a comic book out or something will guarantee you a sale. Just sayin’. ;)

cammiluna:

This is the price of a caramel frappuccino in nyc

And some people complain about five dollars for an ebook (relevant: I intend to sell my writings in the future)…or a Steam game, or a movie, or a music album, or any other form of electronic media. These same people will then go to places like Starbucks and not bat an eye to spending the same amount on a single coffee drink. :/

Oh, this isn’t aimed at you, cammiluna, just to be clear. :) I’m just ranting about something that kind of miffs me that this photo reminded me of. Actually, I’m sure you can relate: as an artist, doesn’t it upset you when you see so many people who drastically undervalue artists’ work? I’m sure you’ve heard stories of commissioners (or maybe even had some yourself) who complain about the price of a commission from an artist whose work they enjoy?

Yeah, that kind of stuff annoys me. It doesn’t help when some creatives even undervalue their own work, causing a psychological manipulation of sorts to the masses. It trains them to believe that $0.99 is the typical price of something…it’s already happened to songs (worse actually, with the advent of streaming, some people think all music should be free of charge! Like, WTF, how’s the musician supposed to make a living then?) and mobile applications and games and such. I’m seeing the same thing happening in the literary world now with ebooks, and as an aspiring author, this pattern terrifies me. If this bullshit keeps up, careers in creative fields will become something only the super-famous could pull off… :(

wtf-fun-factss:

Brandenn Bremmer, the genius with IQ 178 - WTF fun facts

Not a “fun” fact, but I empathize so much with this kid. The more you learn about the world, the less you want to live in it. Trust me, I’m a certified-by-the-Commonwealth-of-Kentucky “genius,” so I know what I’m talking about here.

You ever hear that saying, “Ignorance is bliss?” Yeah. Once you pass a certain threshold, you start wishing you were ignorant again. I’ll admit, I’ve thought about taking my own life on several occasions. The only reason I’m still here is because I’m a coward who’s afraid to die. The reason for this cowardice is simple: unlike my spiritual friends and family (of course they are; I live in the god damned “Bible Belt" for crying out loud), I am convinced there is nothing awaiting us on "the other side." We simply cease to exist. That’s it. And while I may hate my life right now, and have for quite some time, there is still that tiny shred of hope that things could get better. So, I keep going, despite feeling like I’m in a rut that I may never escape.

That’s what Operation All or Nothing | Do or Die is for though — to break free of this decade-long rut. My life will not change if I simply wait for something to happen. I must make something happen, myself. I’ll be doing that the only way I know how. It may ruin me, it may save me, but either way, it will change my life. We’ll see how that goes once November has come and gone.

Here’s to the future!

Cheers!

kingcheddarxvii:

scumvoid:

servbot42:

this is a very very important video. please watch this.

this is super important just to the internet as a whole

Even if you’ve got no clue who the hell Phil Fish is please watch this video

And this is part of the reason for my own self-sabotage. Half of the reason I am intensely afraid of publishing any of my written works is because, “What if one of them makes me famous?” Being famous is supposed to be a good thing, right? Something to work hard to achieve — an obvious marker of success. Like, “If you became famous, you have become successful.” Because how can we measure “success” in any other way? Any other way would not have empirical forms of measurement.

How many people are talking about you = empirical success.

The only other way to measure success would be monetarily:

How much money you make = empirical success.

But these two things usually come hand-in-hand — see Pewdiepie for reference — so stating them separately doesn’t really make them separate.

As someone with a mental illness, one which has a direct link to how I interact with others, I don’t think I would react to being famous well. I’m not a good actor, so it wouldn’t be possible for me to act like someone I’m not, hiding behind a character the way Pewdiepie does. I’m severely introverted, only leave the house when forced to do so (usually for work (to make money (to survive)) otherwise to purchase items I can’t reliably get online (like food (also to survive))), and otherwise avoid people in general. I have telecommuniphobia as well, essentially making it difficult to interact with people in any other form but through text here on the Internet, the way I have been doing for years. Toss onto that a form of automobilaphobia, and as you can imagine, my life isn’t exactly easy.

Just landing the crappy job I have now was hard enough. Had to be a place that was close enough to walk to (difficult due to living in a rural town which is spread thin), didn’t require too much interaction with others (there goes all fast-food jobs and tech support), and didn’t require the use of a telephone (there goes call centers and telemarketing). That narrowed down my job search to basically two options: a factory a couple miles away, and a Walmart about seven-tenths of a mile away. I’d had factory positions before, and while I held my own well enough, I didn’t feel particularly well-suited to those jobs. So, hit up Walmart to see if they had any cart-pusher or overnight stocker positions open, as those wouldn’t have me dealing with customers very often.

The job interview was actually more difficult for me than the job itself, as it required the use of a phone to set up the date for it. XD Anyway, got the overnight stocker position and have been there for two years now. The pay is significantly worse than what I would’ve gotten from a factory position, but I needed the change of pace and more job security — got laid off from my previous jobs, as factory managers are cheapskates and only hire temporarily. Even Walmart only hires temporarily these days though…got lucky by getting in earlier before that shift in store policy happened.

As previously hinted to, I’m not planning on staying at Walmart much longer. By December, I’ll be quitting to pursue a creative career. It’s probably the dumbest thing I could possibly do, but it’s a necessary sacrifice.

As I told my best friend on Facebook (omitting his responses):

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I’m thinking of doing something really drastic.

It might even ruin my life.

I’m gonna save up like, six months’ worth of money to live off of. At which point, I’m going to quit my job and focus on just creating awesome shit.

That will give me a terrifying time limit.

A “you have six months to make something of yourself, or you’re fucked,” kind of ultimatum.

I got this idea because, the last times I finished neat stuff, it was because I forced myself using torturous tactics. I starved myself until I finished producing that one song two years ago, for example.

I think I need that. I need that Fear. A TRUE Fear. Something that isn’t just all in my head. Something REAL. Something which could seriously hurt me.

The point is, it’s a Fear that will surpass even my Fear of failure (and my Fear of grand success). That’s the only way I’ll finish anything.

So I’ll give myself a six-month limit once I’ve saved up the money. It will force me to ration my funds (and food), to work hard as hell to succeed. It has the bonus of making sure I’m not spending anything except on things I ABSOLUTELY NEED.

It’s the perfect plan.

But it could ruin me.

That’s the risk/reward relationship I must court.

This is the life I must lead.

Yeah, it IS insane. It’s really, really stupid. I wouldn’t advise anyone, anywhere to try something like this. But it’s just stupid enough to work for me. :B

It HAS to work. Because I won’t have a choice. ;)

I’ve been in a rut too long. This is just the kick in the ass I need.

That’s the point of no return for me. Gonna save until I’ve got juuust enough. After which, my job is gone, my safety net is gone, the time limit starts. The real battle begins — a battle of life and death!

Okay, well, maybe not death. I’m sure a family friend would lend me enough to last me until I get a new job, but that’s NOT AN OPTION. I don’t want to go back to this life I’m living now. I want my dream job, to create. The only way I’ll ever get rid of my Fear of failure/success, which has been holding me back for all these years, is to FORCE it out of me with an even GREATER Fear. Losing all of my money, all of my assets, having to sell off my cool stuff to make end’s meet… if that doesn’t work, nothing will.

I shall call it: Operation All or Nothing | Do or Die!

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As mentioned above, half of the reason I am intensely afraid of publishing any of my written works is because, “What if one of them makes me famous?” The other half of the reason is because, “What if none of them even get noticed?” I have both a Fear of failure and a Fear of success. A one-two combo which assures my fate: I will always amount to nothing, because I am too afraid to act.

I quote the band Train a lot. Many people know me as the guy who puts “It’s not just a daydream if you decide to make it your life,” in all of his forum signatures. I did this because I thought if I surrounded myself by an inspiring message, it would eventually compel me to act. Well, I guess it finally worked after all these years. Here comes another lyric, compliments of Train's 'Drops of Jupiter': “A story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land." I refuse to let that lyric be my life’s story. I refuse to hang in suspended animation, not doing anything because Fear keeps holding me back. I can’t keep living like this. It isn’t even living, it’s just surviving. I don’t want to merely survive, I want to thrive! I hold onto my safety net for dear life, but what will I do when I am jettisoned into the air and my safety net burns away beneath me?

What’s the whole point of reblogging this? It’s to remind me that do or die time will soon arrive. And to remind me to think long and hard about how I present myself in the public eye. The public shall determine whether I live through my creations or die trying. 

November or December: one of these months marks the time my safety net burns away and I am forced to make a living by my own creations. I don’t want to keep surviving the way I’ve been for all these years. I want to make something of myself. Failure…success…I’ve never known either of these, because I was too afraid to even try. Fear rules me. Fear determines every choice I make. If Fear is keeping me bound to this wretched life, then Fear can also be my way out of it!

When this year ends, the plan shall be set in motion.

Your move, Fear. Your move.

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And that ends yet another giant wall of text via stream of consciousness by yours truly. Sorry about that; I know most of you don’t give a shit. :P

I’ll reblog some Pokemon stuff or something to make up for it. :3 

cyrus-233:

We all need to take a minute to appreciate Google.

Now let’s see how Bing stacks up! 






Well…at least it tried.
cyrus-233:

We all need to take a minute to appreciate Google.

Now let’s see how Bing stacks up! 






Well…at least it tried.
cyrus-233:

We all need to take a minute to appreciate Google.

Now let’s see how Bing stacks up! 






Well…at least it tried.
cyrus-233:

We all need to take a minute to appreciate Google.

Now let’s see how Bing stacks up! 






Well…at least it tried.
cyrus-233:

We all need to take a minute to appreciate Google.

Now let’s see how Bing stacks up! 






Well…at least it tried.
cyrus-233:

We all need to take a minute to appreciate Google.

Now let’s see how Bing stacks up! 






Well…at least it tried.

cyrus-233:

We all need to take a minute to appreciate Google.

Now let’s see how Bing stacks up!

Well…at least it tried.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

I got the night off so I’ll be sleeping now for probably 24 hours because I am exhausted I hate my job and the stress it adds onto my already anxiety-filled life and I can’t wait to quit at the end of the year and enact Operation All Or Nothing Do Or Die it will be filled with super duper creative pursuits and if I win then I can do what I love for a living and if I fail I get to spend eternity at a dead-end job operating a machine press or stocking shelves or flipping burgers hooray!

That’s enough stream-of-consciousness for today. In the meantime, I need sleep. Staying up for 48+ hours isn’t healthy and I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. Sorry. I want to spend more time with my Tumblr friends. You guys and gals and everything in between understand me better than most and I feel more at home browsing my dash than I do in the company of most other people. Thanks for making every other day awesome, doods.

Good morning! Oh, and in case I don’t see ya: good afternoon, good evening, and good night, doods.

♔ About me. ♔

BASICS:

Name: Gab
Birthday: Sept 3rd
Zodiac: Virgo
Single or taken: Single mcdingle
Height: 5’5
Eye color: Dark Brown
Middle name: Helson
Favorite color: Blue
Lucky number: rather not say

SPECIFICS/DETAILS:

Favorite fictional character: Michelangelo (TMNT Series)
Favorite television show: Adventure Time
Favorite season: Winter and Fall
Describe yourself in a few words: I’m a loser and I draw
Meaning of your name: The archangel who was the messenger of God, psh lame
Ultimate otp: Eren/Mikasa
What do you plan to do for a living: Cartoonist and Concept Artist
Starbucks order: Never been in Starbucks

THIS OR THAT:

Introvert or extrovert: Ambivert
Dawn or dusk
: Both
Righty or lefty: Lefty
Coffee or tea: Both is okay
Rain or shine: BOTH!
Reading or writing: Reading…comics of course

WHOOP WHOOP. Love learning new things about my Tumblr friends. :3 

My turn!

BASICS:

Name: Robert B. Healy III
Birthday: June 12th
Zodiac: Gemini
Single or taken: Single; not looking
Height: 5’4”
Eye color: Hazel
Middle name: Some things are better left unsaid.
Favorite color: Green. And not that dull forest-green or that pukey yellow-green, I’m talkin’ like a pure and bright (not light, bright, there’s a difference) green. Uh, just look at my logo. Bam! Simple. Pure. Beautiful. Modern. Green.
Lucky number: 108

SPECIFICS/DETAILS:

Favorite fictional character: I could never name just one…
Favorite television show: Uh…see above.
Favorite season: A cool (not cold) and serene Autumn. Summer is too hot, Winter is too cold, and Spring has too many insects crawling about, bleh.
Describe yourself in a few words: Worthless sack of shit.
Meaning of your name: “From the Germanic name Hrodebert meaning “bright fame”, derived from the Germanic elements hrod “fame” and beraht “bright”. The Normans introduced this name to Britain, where it replaced the Old English cognate Hreodbeorht.” Okay then…so why am I not famous yet?
Ultimate OTP: Hm… Takaishi Takeru and Yagami Hikari! They’re so cute together. <3 
What do you plan to do for a living: The exact opposite of what I’m doing now. I’m just not cut out for manual labor. Been in arduous jobs for the last six years. It got old quick, but bills need to be paid, so, here I am… What I really want to do is be free to create. I want to write, I want to perform, I want to entertain my friends and people like them. I just want to be financially free enough to bring about my creations, to let my voice be heard amongst the noise, if only to a small but loyal fanbase who would support me both financially and socially/mentally. A man can dream…
Starbucks order: Definitely a Venti Caramel Frappuccino with whole milk and whipped cream piled high. Mmmm… ^_^

THIS OR THAT:

Introvert or extrovert: Introvert to a severely socially awkward degree.
Dawn or dusk
: It’s less noisy at dusk.
Righty or lefty: Righty-right.
Coffee or tea: Ice-cold green tea with ginseng, lightly sweetened with a touch of honey, to calm the nerves; moderate roast coffee with three grams of sugar for that extra pick-me-up.
Rain or shine: A calm shower with an overcast is tranquil. :) Shine is okay, but it’s hard to read if it’s too bright, so I prefer cloudy days. (Plus, I’m pale as a ghost and burn like Hell when exposed to sunlight for more than thirty consecutive minutes. Give me my shade, dammit!)
Reading or writing: The balance currently favors reading to an extreme degree. I need to get back to writing a lot like I used to, but the only time I have to do that is on my days off work…and those come by so infrequently that I tend to use those few precious hours to catch up on social networks instead. Yeah, it’s weird — for a guy with AvPD, I tend to crave (non-physical) interaction with others…especially in an effort to get them to positively confirm my existence. I’m a walking contradiction. :S

Anime Yourself!

summer-of-the-shinx:

moondoughnut:

devidementia:

thatdudejoey:

Turn yourself into anime!

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Im a yiff 

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greasy hispanic grill reporting in

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punch me in the face i made this 2 anime whoa

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I, too, can be anime.

The quiet, shy, and introverted bookworm with avoidant personality disorder, HealyHQ, has now become anime. I don’t know how and I don’t know why…but I don’t really mind. I think I will feel a little more at ease in the anime world than in the real world…

handsfreehealing:

im kinda tired rn but i tried to do the SHAFT head tilt i look so dumb

AM I DOING IT RIGHT?! o_O

A message from sergegamer
What to do incase of a zombie invasion ?

healyhq:

deadcayot3:

OMFG

I’ve done it! Another comic dub by yours truly. Enjoy~