The Philosophy of an Asmovian.

Being an Asmovian.

So we know that the acolyte goes to the statue and offers their vigil to the memory of the man the statue represents.
Then she goes to the ships bar, if only to blend in as she doesn’t drink herself, where behind them a massive dead planet (Trantor?–the center of the universe) is pulled to it’s demise and she says to her glass “It all ends at Trantor ( or something similar about the center of the universe.).

She makes her way back to her bunk bed/ sleeping quarters which happens to be a large wall of rooms which are opened by keycards which she swipes to gain entry to her own suite. She’s masquarading as an artist and her art hangs from the walls of the suite and is mathematical in nature.

As she comes to the table there is a letter left on the “faux wooden” table which she opens. The note reads something menacing about people knowing who she is.
A cold sweat breaks across her body as the corners of the letter smolder and ignite and she’s left holding a fistful of ash.

“So they’re not entirely outdated in their approach.” She takes the ash and pours it down the toilet of the and flushes it. Above shot of it swirling away.

[Creators note] I feel that Asimov’s characters on the whole are, while not passive as they believe in a the greater plan, are not actively aggressive. I want to change that a little bit to give my character a bit of a bite/edge to her.

She rests against her bed, sitting. Not lying down, and falls into a semi sleep state.

The next day: We see a shot of the ship and how truly massive it is compared to their objects in space. They are semi planet sized to carry enough terra forming materials and peoples around the galaxies. They use photon entanglement to send transmissions to each other across vast distances.

The ship is broken up into townships that will each be their own colony town upon landing. Most are made up of different economic classes, but some are of mixed castes so that there is a more diverse perspective during the initial phases of building.
“It takes all kinds isn’t a motto most ignore when doing this work.”

Each township has a governing board and mayor that have varying level of corrupt nature as most politicians would do on any planet. Some are not above trading goods or services to the lower castes to move them up in the ships ranking so they get a better domicile or what have you.

Our protagonist decides to meet up with the other town ships local acolytes and see what they think she should do. The nearest is a female sculptor who was the one responsible for placing the statue in the forest of each of the townships parks in the first place.

“Handy work there Abigail” which is of course not her real name. In fact she didn’t know her true name, as she assumed Abigail didn’t know hers. It just wasn’t done to save lives of those collected by the galactic governmental police.

Abby stops what she is doing, working with a laser to etch a plaque for the mayor who may have warranted his own statue for his town ship. The corruption was deeply rooted and you either played with it or were destroyed by it, at least until the great plan was taken into action and the corruption could be weeded out.

Abby’s suggestion is to go to the third district and see the mayor there, one of the governing boards members able to allocate funding for the Asmovian needs discretely, as most assumed the bribes he took went into his own coffers and not for altruistic matters. “Go see Mayor Stevens, he’ll have a broader view than I do on how to handle the situation. It is not part of my plan’s allowance to help you with much, I’m afraid to say.” Says Abbey.
The protagonist thanks her, smiles warmly, and heads out. She turns back at the door as it opens, resting her arm on the door frame: No you’ve done more than I could have hoped for. I just hope there’s something that can be done to root them out before we land, or I’ll be worrying about them the entire time I’m setting up my part of the plan.”
Abbey nods gruffly, while lowering a blast shield over her eyes and going back to the laser etching she was working before.

Upon gathering up the needed money to bribe the receptionist, everyone gets their cut, she moves up to the third district—much the same as the others yet imperceptively cleaner than some others, as though the metal walls repelled dust on their own.

She makes it to the mayors office and meets the receptionist. She hands her a voucher for 250 credits and asks for a meeting with Mayor Stevens.
“What is this about?” asks the receptionist.
“I need to ask him about if he wants shipments of my paintings for his domiciles. Something soothing yet enjoyable.” She says.
The receptionist nods, as many come looking to have their wares in his stead.
“Go have a seat and I’ll buzz you through once he’s available.” Says the receptionist.
She thanks her and goes and sits under a large painting, one that just happens to be hers from a early time period.

The light over his office door flickers and goes out and a buzzer goes off faintly.
“You can go in now.” Says the receptionist.
She thanks her and heads into the spacious office.
Gleaming metal from most angles meet her, and a desk of real wood and metal separate her from Stevens and herself.

He’s a man in his late 40’s, jolly. Reddish cheeks, not from drinking, but from living through his life as directed by the second foundations wishes work load. A hard life, but enjoyable enough.

How may I help you? He asks with a knowing look.
The protagonist grimaces.
“Someone knows about us. I don’t know who yet, but I fear for our movements down below once we get planetside.”
He waves her away, motioning to a leather seat formed likely by one of his connections, as leathers of most types were quite rare of a commodity in the outer reaches. She sat. The seat made no effort to stop her, enveloping her comfortably as she rested within it’s hold.

There is always someone trying to break up the plan dear, says Mayor Stevens. It is best to lie in wait and let them make a mistake than to alert them that you know you’re being watched and fumble. Go about your business and if you get more messages let me know, and I will sort them out for you, put out my feelers as such—which little resources I have. Until then act as though nothing is wrong or you’re going to draw suspicion to yourself and others.
“That’s it?” She asked.
Stevens nodded and smiled.
That’s the best we can do with the current amount of information we have.

He bid her farewell and shuffled her out the door. I have much to do, I’m sorry we couldn’t talk more on this.
The door buzzed and closed behind her leaving our protagonist rather dumbstruck.

“Did you get what you needed?” Asked the receptionist?
After a momentary lapse she nodded. “More than I could have hoped for.”
The receptionist smiled and the protagonist left the office, heading once again to her domicile.

Inside Mayor Stevens office an eyeless recording device blinked twice, signaling that it required responding to.
“You see that?” She’s starting to trust in us over other people. A good sign I think. Keep an eye on her and we’ll see how well she does with this test before we land, shall we?”
He shuffled some papers, and the staring eye blinked twice, slid into the wall, and what was once something barely noticeable became smooth metal.

Chapter 2:

Learning Loomis Episode 4 parts 1 and 2. Plus a Twitch Channel and a new Youtube/Twitter Channels.

I also added a new twitter channel because I unfortunately deleted my main account when I was dealing with some mental illness.

So go here if you want updates through twitter or to find more information as I go about things.

One of the other things I did was to update the banners for my channels to be more in line to show off my work.

Youtube Banner 1

Some of the stars were nice enough to respond and I was even featured on the Jimmy Fallon Feed which was pretty sick. I’ll have to see if I can find that pic though.

If there are pieces you want to see let me know and I’ll see what I can do. It depends on whether I can afford the paper and sharpies or not really.

Much enjoyment.


The next video’s content.


Tomorrow will be on doing these heads in a video plus chancing another try at number 2 since it was so wrong on my previous attempts. Already you can see an improvement in my ability to shape heads, even if it is just a slight alteration in the right direction.

Plus I found that the portable monitor I bought can go portrait so it’s even easier to work with the pdf files for the broadcasts.

Now I’ve just got to get better with the art.




Andrew Loomis Lesson 1 Heads and Hands. Basic Head Shapes.

So I’ve decided to make a video series of learning how to do the Loomis method properly, and here’s the first episode.

Tomorrow we work on skull formation and other what it looks like underneath the skin. I hope to make it through the book so that I can work my way through the other books as well as I go learning what I can about all sorts of methods.

I think I’ll include the pictures I’ve done before using the method as taught to me by someone else as well just so there’s a small collection of positions that make sense other than just what’s shown in the video. It takes roughly 15-20 minutes per page to get through the drawing order, and at two pages per day if they’re all drawings it’ll take 71 days to get through the book minus the index and whatever else can be skipped over.

I was fortunate enough to get a google glass when they came out and I’m trying to decide whether to use that as an auxiliary camera or not and splice it in. My neck isn’t very strong so I’ve noticed that I tend to lean to one side (Probably the cerebral palsy) but it might up the quality of the videos. But please let me know what you think of this and how I can improve it as quickly as possible. The goal is to teach others through teaching myself starting with the very basics.

For other updates, I’ve been manic for the past few days–not really sleeping at all. Waking up just after the meds wear off and staying up all night not really doing anything. I should be working on whatevers on my plate but the feeling just isn’t there. Plus I’m supposed to be moving and I have no idea on how to get rid of my stuff to do that. It’s not that it’s all valuable of anything but it’s just that I have sentimental value over what little furniture I have–except the couches, they’re free to leave whenever they want to. I read somewhere that to increase your depth of exposure that you need to have 2,000 words in place for google to scrull you properly. I’m sitting at 344. That just won’t do.

I wonder if it’s a daily catch limit or if it’s an article by article limit?

I’ve already gone for a walk today, with a pvc drypack on my back filled with ym computer hardware. I’m trying to find a backpack that will let me walk in the rain without worrying about how my stuff is going to be affected by the effects of the weather.

Symptoms update:
Other than being manic I feel fantastic. No delusions to speak of. No real paranoia. I’ve even stopped having to wear my headphones everywhere, which is a huge plus since I need my hearing for most things, and they’re noise canceling and I feel rude ignoring the people with just so I can have some peace of mind.

Jeez I’m only on portrait 31 of what I’ve drawn so far, which I think is up to 43 at the moment. I did do some naughty stuff but it made me uncomfortable so I won’t be going down that road much I don’t think, even though it is the largest market to pursue.

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The blonde girl is a trace from a popular anime panel of a girl opening her mouth to a fan, which I thought was drawn so well I had to learn the strokes to her face. The only thing I changed was the hair to be more into my style. I know that’s a lousy to learn but I was having fun at the time.

Oop my dogs are asking to play. Best go take care of that while it’s still nice outside.

Have a wonderful day.