I designed this character in Adobe Illustrator this evening.

I want to do something for my art history final in the style of Jamie Hewlett, of Gorillaz fame, so this was my first attempt.

While I'm happy with it so far, he still needs lots of work. That's a lighter in his hand but I'm thinking he needs a candle, and better hands than your standard South Park hands. Those are too easy.

This isn't the setting he will be in when I'm done .. I'm turning him into a modern-day cave painter .. which is why he's holding a lighter, he will be illuminating the walls of a cave full of his graffiti when it's finished. The final version will be printed large and mounted on something sturdy. Click on the image if you want to see it a little bit bigger.

I'm proud of his hair and hoodie so far, but I think both could use more ... something? I'll also need to fix the fact that his head appears to be floating and the lighter is way too high up in his hand. Also, the flame doesn't look at all like flame but more like his lighter has exploded.

So anyway, there's a sneak peak.


Media Whores.

I was 8 minutes late to class today because my $5.50 per hour job of sending out press releases for events at the university is so much more important than my education that I'm annually paying thousands for, apparently.

This press release was about a pickpocket magician coming to entertain for the university's 20th anniversary celebration.

Great. That's something people are going to remember in 10 years.

I refuse to ever be late like that again.


Sucks to be the Pope.

How many fucking times does the poor guy have to apologize? How many nuns have be murdered because of it? Ok, only one so far and they aren't sure if there is a connection yet, but still.

His apologies have been the 'latest headline' in my Firefox news now for the past 2 days.

The Pope said he was sorry now like 5 thousand times. Get over it.

I'm starting to think Muslims will use just about any old reason to be pissed off just so they have some "excuse" to riot and cut people's heads off and burn shit and whatever else they can do that's destructive and threatens terror. They are pissed off by cartoons, the Pope, talking bad about camels, insulting their getting personal with sheep, and even swirly ice cream cones from Burger King. I'm not kidding. Go to google and search for "Muslims offended by". You'll be surprised at the long list of bullshit you will find.

*newsflash* It's not all about you, Muhammed and nobody likes you.

Call me crass and intolerant if you wish, but I'm neither. I'm just not afraid to speak up about stupid people and retarded religions.

If you don't hear from me soon, send out an all points bulletin. You never know. I mean I did post a cartoon and talk shit about Muslims and all, for which I will never apologize.


Pop-Art Us.


Look at what Paulie did. Neat huh? That's us! =D

If you could see it close up at full-size, you'd see how grainy & cool it looks.

I only wish my teeth were that white.



Paul R. Nimbley. WTC 9/11.

When I decided to participate in the internet-wide 2,996 tribute, I was assigned to honor Paul R. Nimbley.

The name immediately rang special to me for many reasons. I didn't know him, had never met him, I only knew he died an untimely death in the 9/11 World Trade Center attacks.

While I can clearly remember what happened that day and how it made me feel, I cannot say that I knew anyone personally who was involved. At the time, I worked for a company in Knoxville, TN that had several upper management employees at the World Trade Center that day who were participating in trainings. I didn't know them personally. I wasn't someone who had heard the news and was waiting to hear what happened to a loved one or a friend. I consider myself fortunate, and to this day I grieve with those who fit that profile.

But that aside, I'm here to honor Paul Nimbley.

A photo is what I first gathered, and thanks to google images I found it right away. From what I can tell from just a photo, he looks like a good, happy man. Healthy, strong, loved in return, probably enjoying life. By doing a little research, I learned I was right.

Paul, 42, who hailed from Middletown, New Jersey, was vice president and 20 year veteran of Cantor Fitzgerald, where he was dubbed "Prince of Cantor Fitzgerald" because of his easygoing personality, according to his wife, Isabel Nimbley.

His four daughters and 8-month-old son probably thought of him more than a prince but a king of their household. From what I gather, he made their lives very special. I'll talk more on that later.

His daughter Jessica wrote:

"daddy--- i miss you so much-- i wish you could come back nothing is the same there isnt a day i dont think of you<3"

Another daughter, Michele, wrote:

"Hi, I'm one out of the two daughters of Paul. i loved my father very much and i want to thank everyone that supported me and my family through everything thats happned. My name is Michele and i just wanted to say that my father was the best thing that ever happened to me. If my father was here right now i know that he would be taking care of me just like how my aunt and grandmother is. If anyone from my family reads this let me tell you this my dad would be so happy that you are talking care of me and my sister. Dad if you can see this I'm just leting you know tha i love you and i miss you very much and that i wish you were here. i will never forget my dad!

According to his wife, he took pride on never letting the status he had achieved in life as vice president of administration for the Wall Street securities firm go to his head. "'I'm a simple man,' he used to say," said Isabel Nimbley, his wife. "Although he was a boss, his employees could come into his office and sit and talk to him. He was never too big to take time."

Paul was working on the 100th floor of the World Trade Center's North Tower when a commercial jetliner hijacked by terrorists struck the building on 9/11.

Mr. Nimbley's cousin, John Monahan, 47, an operations supervisor for Cantor Fitzgerald, also lost his life in the attack.

Paul loved to golf and was a founder of the Blue Chips Invitational golf tournament in Middletown.

His greatest love, according to Isabel, was coaching girls basketball and spending time with his daughters.

"He had a very demanding job, but he would always make time for the girls," said his wife.

He did something very special for them, something they will always remember. As coach of the Middletown girls basketball team, Paul was the one who encouraged the girls to practice their basketball skills.

"He was the coach who could always get the girls to do what he wanted," Isabel Nimbley said.

In June, just before Father's Day, Paul and several other coaches arranged for 23 of the girls to attend a WNBA game at Madison Square Garden and play a scrimmage before the basketball game on the Garden's famed hardwood floor. Twelve of the girls, randomly selected by Mr. Nimbley, also stood on the court for the singing of the national anthem and received an official WNBA ball from a New York Liberty player. "I'm going to do whatever my daughters enjoy because I love spending time with them," Paul was quoted as saying in a Star-Ledger story that ran on Father's Day, June 17.

In addition to Isabel, Paul is survived by five children: two stepdaughters, Aisah Anderson, 15, and Angel Anderson, 8; two daughters, Jessica Nimbley, 13, and Michele Nimbley, 9; and an 8-month-old son, Michael Nimbley; his mother, Jean Kearny Nimbley of Middletown; a brother, Robert Nimbley of Jersey City; and three sisters, Patricia Nimbley of Bayonne, Margaret Gooden of Belleville, and Jean Corio of Middletown.

This is the information I've gathered. Now for my own personal story.

I will never have the chance to meet Paul. Or Isabel, or his extended family who cared so much about him.

I know only a tiny fraction about his life. Where I highlight a few events of what I could research, there are many, many other special moments, talents, and stories from those who knew him that I will never get to hear.

I have a special Paul in my life too, which is one reason his name was so special to me when I signed up for this tribute. And while I've never lost anyone so tragically as the way those lost them on 9/11, I have felt the pain of someone being there one moment, and being gone the next .. so very suddenly that you didn't have the chance to say good-bye, and you hold on with all you have to those last words and moments you did share with them, just hoping they knew, when they died, how much you loved and cared for them, and what an impact they made on your life.

So this day, I honor Mr. Paul R. Nimbley.

A week ago, I went to the theater and saw the World Trade Center movie. I must admit, before going in I was expecting more. I was expecting horrifying visions, action, the whole Hollywood effect.

It wasn't that at all.

What I did see was something real. The initial shock of not knowing what happened. One plane hit a tower? It must've been an accident.

A second plane? This can't be real.

A third plane? The Pentagon? I cannot believe my eyes.

Terrorists? Are you sure? On American soil?

This cannot be happening.

People are trapped? Thousands are missing? I can't understand how this could happen.

Hours later, the confirmations came. It was definitely real, and America was about to forever change.

Eventually I had to turn off the television, because I couldn't bear to see the images over and over the way the media splashes them minute by minute when something terrible happens. I felt afraid. Who was next? I lived near a nuclear plant in Oak Ridge, TN. Rumors were spreading quickly around town how easy of a target that would be.

I couldn't fathom how that many people could be affected so horribly all in the same day, same hour, same minute.

My work was cancelled for 2 days, and I wanted to go there and help even though I didn't know how I could help. I just wanted to do something, anything.

I know there were many people who wanted to just do something and couldn't.

Everything was at a standstill.

And in a way, everything still is.

I hope that those who have lost someone dear can gain closure, but I understand if closure would be nowhere in sight.

What happened was an atrocity.

Paul R. Nimbley was only going to work that day, as every other day. He had plans. He had dreams. He had people waiting for him to come home.

I hope those people can rejoice in the fact that his life spent here was worthwhile. He loved, he was loved in return, he was a good person, and that is all that matters.

This is my tribute to Paul R. Nimbley. You are sadly missed, and may you rest in peace. You are a person I would have liked to have known.

If you are a family member or a friend of Paul Nimbley and are reading my tribute and wish to contact me, please email purepixel (at) gmail (dot) com. I would love to hear from you and know more about him.

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My research information came from this site, Wall of Americans, and this site, September 11th Victims, and I wish to give credit to both.


May you live in interesting times.

It's funny to see how tense freshmen can be on the first day of classes. And funny to see at the end of the quarter how they sometimes change.

The professors at my school are about to go on strike if they cannot get better pay/health benefits.

The moon was full last night and made my bedroom brighter when I turned off the lights to sleep. I've lived here for 6 months but never noticed that before.

My art history professor has the song "Lady Marmalade" as his ringtone ... he's nearly 60 years old and a grandpa so that makes the whole thing funny, since it's the version with Pink/Maya/Lil Kim/Christina Aguilera.

I'm about to begin my art history project early this time because last time I waited too long. I'm thinking something BIG, digitally rendered and maybe even divided up on large panels. I have a few ideas .. just have to put them to work in Photoshop.

I'm currently reading "In Country" by Bobbi Ann Mason and it's very good. I highly recommend. Click on the image to read more about it or buy it for cheap. I hope I can finish it before the quarter gets too crazy. The author will be signing books at the local library sometime in the fall. Maybe I'll go and have my book signed too.

The phrase 'may you live in interesting times' is believed by some to be a curse.

That's all for now.



Not just people are paying their respects to Steve Irwin,

animals are too.

photos compliments of BBCNews.


I'm so sad.

February 22, 1962 - September 4, 2006


My dogs quit barking about 7 hours ago because they died.

I can't even begin to tell you what my feet feel like after working an 10.5 hour day.

On a Friday.

On the first of the month.

My feet are pretty worthless at the moment.

And I have to do it all again tomorrow =( er.. today, since it's after midnight.

I'm guessing by the end of tomorrow's shift, I will just drive on down to the ER and let them amputate.

I need some cheese to go with my whine.