I.S.P.
| Real Name: | Stinky McSkinkyton |
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I like climbing out of my two story window.
NOTHING LIKE THE FEAR OF BREAKING YOUR ASS TO MAKE ONE APPRECIATE LIFE~
NOTHING LIKE THE FEAR OF BREAKING YOUR ASS TO MAKE ONE APPRECIATE LIFE~
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I.S.P., 25 Sep 2009 08:49 pm
P.S.: To those of you that want to know the ending, read this popular fairy tale for an
idea:
<b>Beauty and the Beast</b>
There was once a merchant that had three daughters, and he loved them better than himself. Now it happened that he had to go a long journey to buy some goods, and when he was just starting he said to them, "What shall I bring you back, my dears?"
And the eldest daughter asked to have a necklace; and the second daughter wished to have a gold chain; but the youngest daughter said, "Bring back yourself, papa, and that is what I want the most."
"Nonsense, child," said her father, "you must say something that I may remember to bring back for you."
"So," she said, "then bring me back a rose, father."
Well, the merchant went on his journey and did his business and bought a pearl necklace for his eldest daughter, and a gold chain for his second daughter; but he knew it was no use getting a rose for the youngest while he was so far away because it would fade before he got home. So he made up his mind he would get a rose for her the day he got near his house.
When all his merchanting was done he rode off home and forgot all about the rose till he was near his house; then he suddenly remembered what he had promised his youngest daughter, and looked about to see if he could find a rose. Near where he had stopped he saw a great garden, and getting off his horse he wandered about in it till he found a lovely rosebush; and he plucked the most beautiful rose he could see on it. At that moment he heard a crash like thunder, and looking around he saw a huge monster -- two tusks in his mouth and fiery eyes surrounded by bristles, and horns coming out of its head and spreading over its back.
"Mortal," said the beast, "who told you you might pluck my roses?"
"Please, sir," said the merchant in fear and terror for his life, "I promised my daughter to bring her home a rose and forgot about it till the last moment, and then I saw your beautiful garden and thought you would not miss a single rose, or else I would have asked your permission."
"Thieving is thieving," said the beast, "whether it be a rose or a diamond; your life is forfeit."
The merchant fell on his knees and begged for his life for the sake of his three daughters who had none but him to support them.
"Well, mortal, well," said the beast, "I grant your life on one condition: Seven days from now you must bring this youngest daughter of yours, for whose sake you have broken into my garden, and leave her here in your stead. Otherwise swear that you will return and place yourself at my disposal."
So the merchant swore, and taking his rose mounted his horse and rode home.
As soon as he got into his house his daughters came rushing round him, clapping their hands and showing their joy in every way, and soon he gave the necklace to his eldest daughter, the chain to his second daughter, and then he gave the rose to his youngest, and as he gave it he sighed.
"Oh, thank you, father," they all cried.
But the youngest said, "Why did you sigh so deeply when you gave me my rose?"
"Later on I will tell you," said the merchant.
So for several days they lived happily together, though the merchant wandered about gloomy and sad, and nothing his daughters could do would cheer him up till at last he took his youngest daughter aside and said to her, "Bella, do you love your father?"
"Of course I do, father, of course I do."
"Well, now you have a chance of showing it"; and then he told her of all that had occurred with the beast when he got the rose for her. Bella was very sad, as you can well think, and then she said, "Oh, father, it was all on account of me that you fell into the power of this beast; so I will go with you to him; perhaps he will do me no harm; but even if he does -- better harm to me than evil to my dear father."
So next day the merchant took Bella behind him on his horse, as was the custom in those days, and rode off to the dwelling of the beast. And when he got there and they alighted from his horse the doors of the house opened, and what do you think they saw there! Nothing. So they went up the steps and went through the hall, and went into the dining room, and there they saw a table spread with all manner of beautiful glasses and plates and dishes and napery, with plenty to eat upon it. So they waited and they waited, thinking that the owner of the house would appear, till at last the merchant said, "Let's sit down and see what will happen then." And when they sat down invisible hands passed them things to eat and to drink, and they ate and drank to their heart's content. And when they arose from the table it arose too and disappeared through the door as if it were being carried by invisible servants.
Suddenly there appeared before them the beast who said to the merchant, "Is this your youngest daughter?"
And when he had said that it was, he said, "Is she willing to stop here with me?"
And then he looked at Bella who said, in a trembling voice, "Yes, sir."
"Well, no harm shall befall you." With that he led the merchant down to his horse and told him he might come that day each week to visit his daughter. Then the beast returned to Bella and said to her, "This house with all that therein is is yours; if you desire aught, clap your hands and say the word and it shall be brought unto you." And with that he made a sort of bow and went away.
So Bella lived on in the home with the beast and was waited on by invisible servants and had whatever she liked to eat and to drink; but she soon got tired of the solitude and, next day, when the beast came to her, though he looked so terrible, she had been so well treated that she had lost a great deal of her terror of him. So they spoke together about the garden and about the house and about her father's business and about all manner of things, so that Bella lost altogether her fear of the beast. Shortly afterwards her father came to see her and found her quite happy, and he felt much less dread of her fate at the hands of the beast.
So it went on for many days, Bella seeing and talking to the beast every day, till she got quite to like him, until one day the beast did not come at his usual time, just after the midday meal, and Bella quite missed him. So she wandered about the garden trying to find him, calling out his name, but received no reply. At last she came to the rosebush from which her father had plucked the rose, and there, under it, what do you think she saw! There was the beast lying huddled up without any life or motion. Then Bella was sorry indeed and remembered all the kindness that the beast had shown her; and she threw herself down by it and said, "Oh, Beast, Beast, why did you die? I was getting to love you so much."
No sooner had she said this than the hide of the beast split in two and out came the most handsome young prince who told her that he had been enchanted by a magician and that he could not recover his natural form unless a maiden should, of her own accord, declare that she loved him.
Thereupon the prince sent for the merchant and his daughters, and he was married to Bella, and they all lived happy together ever afterwards.
<b>The End</b>
I.S.P., 25 Sep 2009 08:49 pm
P.S.: To those of you that want to know the ending, read this popular fairy tale for an
idea:<b>Beauty and the Beast</b>
There was once a merchant that had three daughters, and he loved them better than himself. Now it happened that he had to go a long journey to buy some goods, and when he was just starting he said to them, "What shall I bring you back, my dears?"
And the eldest daughter asked to have a necklace; and the second daughter wished to have a gold chain; but the youngest daughter said, "Bring back yourself, papa, and that is what I want the most."
"Nonsense, child," said her father, "you must say something that I may remember to bring back for you."
"So," she said, "then bring me back a rose, father."
Well, the merchant went on his journey and did his business and bought a pearl necklace for his eldest daughter, and a gold chain for his second daughter; but he knew it was no use getting a rose for the youngest while he was so far away because it would fade before he got home. So he made up his mind he would get a rose for her the day he got near his house.
When all his merchanting was done he rode off home and forgot all about the rose till he was near his house; then he suddenly remembered what he had promised his youngest daughter, and looked about to see if he could find a rose. Near where he had stopped he saw a great garden, and getting off his horse he wandered about in it till he found a lovely rosebush; and he plucked the most beautiful rose he could see on it. At that moment he heard a crash like thunder, and looking around he saw a huge monster -- two tusks in his mouth and fiery eyes surrounded by bristles, and horns coming out of its head and spreading over its back.
"Mortal," said the beast, "who told you you might pluck my roses?"
"Please, sir," said the merchant in fear and terror for his life, "I promised my daughter to bring her home a rose and forgot about it till the last moment, and then I saw your beautiful garden and thought you would not miss a single rose, or else I would have asked your permission."
"Thieving is thieving," said the beast, "whether it be a rose or a diamond; your life is forfeit."
The merchant fell on his knees and begged for his life for the sake of his three daughters who had none but him to support them.
"Well, mortal, well," said the beast, "I grant your life on one condition: Seven days from now you must bring this youngest daughter of yours, for whose sake you have broken into my garden, and leave her here in your stead. Otherwise swear that you will return and place yourself at my disposal."
So the merchant swore, and taking his rose mounted his horse and rode home.
As soon as he got into his house his daughters came rushing round him, clapping their hands and showing their joy in every way, and soon he gave the necklace to his eldest daughter, the chain to his second daughter, and then he gave the rose to his youngest, and as he gave it he sighed.
"Oh, thank you, father," they all cried.
But the youngest said, "Why did you sigh so deeply when you gave me my rose?"
"Later on I will tell you," said the merchant.
So for several days they lived happily together, though the merchant wandered about gloomy and sad, and nothing his daughters could do would cheer him up till at last he took his youngest daughter aside and said to her, "Bella, do you love your father?"
"Of course I do, father, of course I do."
"Well, now you have a chance of showing it"; and then he told her of all that had occurred with the beast when he got the rose for her. Bella was very sad, as you can well think, and then she said, "Oh, father, it was all on account of me that you fell into the power of this beast; so I will go with you to him; perhaps he will do me no harm; but even if he does -- better harm to me than evil to my dear father."
So next day the merchant took Bella behind him on his horse, as was the custom in those days, and rode off to the dwelling of the beast. And when he got there and they alighted from his horse the doors of the house opened, and what do you think they saw there! Nothing. So they went up the steps and went through the hall, and went into the dining room, and there they saw a table spread with all manner of beautiful glasses and plates and dishes and napery, with plenty to eat upon it. So they waited and they waited, thinking that the owner of the house would appear, till at last the merchant said, "Let's sit down and see what will happen then." And when they sat down invisible hands passed them things to eat and to drink, and they ate and drank to their heart's content. And when they arose from the table it arose too and disappeared through the door as if it were being carried by invisible servants.
Suddenly there appeared before them the beast who said to the merchant, "Is this your youngest daughter?"
And when he had said that it was, he said, "Is she willing to stop here with me?"
And then he looked at Bella who said, in a trembling voice, "Yes, sir."
"Well, no harm shall befall you." With that he led the merchant down to his horse and told him he might come that day each week to visit his daughter. Then the beast returned to Bella and said to her, "This house with all that therein is is yours; if you desire aught, clap your hands and say the word and it shall be brought unto you." And with that he made a sort of bow and went away.
So Bella lived on in the home with the beast and was waited on by invisible servants and had whatever she liked to eat and to drink; but she soon got tired of the solitude and, next day, when the beast came to her, though he looked so terrible, she had been so well treated that she had lost a great deal of her terror of him. So they spoke together about the garden and about the house and about her father's business and about all manner of things, so that Bella lost altogether her fear of the beast. Shortly afterwards her father came to see her and found her quite happy, and he felt much less dread of her fate at the hands of the beast.
So it went on for many days, Bella seeing and talking to the beast every day, till she got quite to like him, until one day the beast did not come at his usual time, just after the midday meal, and Bella quite missed him. So she wandered about the garden trying to find him, calling out his name, but received no reply. At last she came to the rosebush from which her father had plucked the rose, and there, under it, what do you think she saw! There was the beast lying huddled up without any life or motion. Then Bella was sorry indeed and remembered all the kindness that the beast had shown her; and she threw herself down by it and said, "Oh, Beast, Beast, why did you die? I was getting to love you so much."
No sooner had she said this than the hide of the beast split in two and out came the most handsome young prince who told her that he had been enchanted by a magician and that he could not recover his natural form unless a maiden should, of her own accord, declare that she loved him.
Thereupon the prince sent for the merchant and his daughters, and he was married to Bella, and they all lived happy together ever afterwards.
<b>The End</b>
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I.S.P., 25 Sep 2009 08:39 pm
AGH. AGHH JESUS. My lips are cracked and I can't stop laughing at this. IT HURTS. Look at
those sexy eyebrows! PAIN.
I.S.P., 25 Sep 2009 08:39 pm
AGH. AGHH JESUS. My lips are cracked and I can't stop laughing at this. IT HURTS. Look at
those sexy eyebrows! PAIN.Comment on ------------ of Spina Cage
I.S.P., 25 Sep 2009 08:27 pm
If you care to (and have a livejournal account [I wasn't aware only lj-ers could vote in
polls there, I'm sorry;;;]) please vote for the contest entries at this link: <a
href="http://community.livejournal.com/spinacage/5664.html"> CLICK ME PLEASE
</a href>
<b>I'm finished with Spina Cage. </b>
I've been putting this off and off and off. And, well, I suppose it's time to get it over with.
1. My computer's been broken for a few months (little access to scanners, photoshop) and I don't see one I can afford soon in my future. 2. I wrote this story three years ago and I have learned a lot more about plots and creating stories in general since then. 3. A lot has happened and I've changed since I started this. 4. The rest of the story is too boring for me to stand drawing (see point 2, otherwise know as point "Do not make only the first part of the story exciting.").
The combination of all those points, most significantly 3 and 4, has made me decided to quit this.
I never wanted to quit, I absolutely hated the idea of quitting a comic before it was completed. That's why it's taken so long for me to announce this. Deep denial doo doo. Whenever a comic I like was ended prematurely, I'd get depressed, and I didn't want to do it myself.
But sometimes you just can't make yourself continue something your heart's not in anymore. And my heart WAS in this! These last few years this comic has <i>literally</i> been the brightest spot in my life. That people could enjoy something that made me so happy to make was unbelievable, and I'll never regret Spina Cage because of that. This was my first comic (that went longer than 3 pages hurr) and it's been an invaluable experience. I've learned a lot about techniques, tools (I used to draw this on <i>printer paper</i>), and just plain drawing while making this.
I talked to my best friends (and even my mom after she got on me for not updating DX) about what to do. Suggestions included "End it off quickly", "Just hiatus it for now", and "KEEP GOING FAGGOT". I tried the first one, but I couldn't find something I liked that didn't undermine the first part. The only thing worse than quitting it for me was to end it awfully and make people feel they'd read this whole thing only to be delivered a cheap ending. The second I considered, but then I realized I've BEEN doing that these last few months, unofficially :/ I don't believe I'll touch this story again soon and I don't want anyone waiting for something that I doubt will ever happen.
And guys, when I say A LOT has happened since this began and I've changed since then. Seriously. Good things like learning to drive, getting a job, and overall learning how to be independent. And unfortunatly, many more bad things, the latest of which was someone I loved......Well, it was three weeks ago, and I loved him a lot. And a lot of people I loved loved him.
Well, the point is, experiances change you and the world changes you, and sometimes things happen that change plans. And that's why I'm ending this comic.
Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this. A bigger thanks to everyone who can accept this with maturity and have the faith in this comic book maker to follow me to my future comics. I love making comics and if you'll read them, I'll share them. (You can follow my comic news here: <a href="http://perrofeliz.livejournal.com/tag/stories"> CLICK FOR MY LIVEJOURNAL </a href> )
-I.S.P.
<b>And they all lived happily ever after.</b>
<img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2lj5mjm.jpg"/>
I.S.P., 25 Sep 2009 08:27 pm
If you care to (and have a livejournal account [I wasn't aware only lj-ers could vote in
polls there, I'm sorry;;;]) please vote for the contest entries at this link: <a
href="http://community.livejournal.com/spinacage/5664.html"> CLICK ME PLEASE
</a href><b>I'm finished with Spina Cage. </b>
I've been putting this off and off and off. And, well, I suppose it's time to get it over with.
1. My computer's been broken for a few months (little access to scanners, photoshop) and I don't see one I can afford soon in my future. 2. I wrote this story three years ago and I have learned a lot more about plots and creating stories in general since then. 3. A lot has happened and I've changed since I started this. 4. The rest of the story is too boring for me to stand drawing (see point 2, otherwise know as point "Do not make only the first part of the story exciting.").
The combination of all those points, most significantly 3 and 4, has made me decided to quit this.
I never wanted to quit, I absolutely hated the idea of quitting a comic before it was completed. That's why it's taken so long for me to announce this. Deep denial doo doo. Whenever a comic I like was ended prematurely, I'd get depressed, and I didn't want to do it myself.
But sometimes you just can't make yourself continue something your heart's not in anymore. And my heart WAS in this! These last few years this comic has <i>literally</i> been the brightest spot in my life. That people could enjoy something that made me so happy to make was unbelievable, and I'll never regret Spina Cage because of that. This was my first comic (that went longer than 3 pages hurr) and it's been an invaluable experience. I've learned a lot about techniques, tools (I used to draw this on <i>printer paper</i>), and just plain drawing while making this.
I talked to my best friends (and even my mom after she got on me for not updating DX) about what to do. Suggestions included "End it off quickly", "Just hiatus it for now", and "KEEP GOING FAGGOT". I tried the first one, but I couldn't find something I liked that didn't undermine the first part. The only thing worse than quitting it for me was to end it awfully and make people feel they'd read this whole thing only to be delivered a cheap ending. The second I considered, but then I realized I've BEEN doing that these last few months, unofficially :/ I don't believe I'll touch this story again soon and I don't want anyone waiting for something that I doubt will ever happen.
And guys, when I say A LOT has happened since this began and I've changed since then. Seriously. Good things like learning to drive, getting a job, and overall learning how to be independent. And unfortunatly, many more bad things, the latest of which was someone I loved......Well, it was three weeks ago, and I loved him a lot. And a lot of people I loved loved him.
Well, the point is, experiances change you and the world changes you, and sometimes things happen that change plans. And that's why I'm ending this comic.
Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this. A bigger thanks to everyone who can accept this with maturity and have the faith in this comic book maker to follow me to my future comics. I love making comics and if you'll read them, I'll share them. (You can follow my comic news here: <a href="http://perrofeliz.livejournal.com/tag/stories"> CLICK FOR MY LIVEJOURNAL </a href> )
-I.S.P.
<b>And they all lived happily ever after.</b>
<img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2lj5mjm.jpg"/>
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I.S.P., 11 Aug 2009 04:09 pm
2 THINGS, GUYS.
1. Please donate so that <i>Ulster</i>, by Chickenteeth, will be printed. <a href="www.dreamfieldcomics.com/">http://dreamfieldcomics.com</a> , the Donate link will be under the section for "Ulster".
MORE INFOS : The always incredible <a href="http://trumpetshark.com/">Chickenteeth </a> (aka <a href="http://fledgling.smackjeeves.com/"> Fledgling</a> creator) is set to publish their first comic with a small publisher. BUT, like most small publishers, they don't have hundreds of extra dollars it takes to pop out that many books. This means DONATIONS, fair readers.
Chickenteeth is an amazing sequential artist and storyteller, whose comic work I GREATLY respect, and I hope to see a lot of awesome comics from in the future. But without help, guys, this first step can't happen. So please, for Chickenteeth's sake and to support the next generation of comics, donate some money to help Ulster get printed and out into the world. even if you don't think you'll get the comic.
2. CONTEST VOTING IS UPCOMING. I was making the voting poll today, when I realized that <i>all my smackjeeves pms were gone.</i> All the entries that were sent by Smackjeeves need to be re-sent. The entries I actually have are A Wonderful X-mas, Stalkstalkstalk, Narnia Cage, Monsterman, Unexpected, and No Apology. <B>ANYONE WHO DOES NOT SEE THEIR ENTRY LISTED, PLEASE RESEND IT.</B> Either i.s.p. here at smackjeeves, or I-S-P at deviantart.com .
I hope to have the Voting poll up at http://community.livejournal.com/spinacage/ within the next week, while I have access to this computer (mine broke a few months back;;).
I.S.P., 11 Aug 2009 04:09 pm
2 THINGS, GUYS.1. Please donate so that <i>Ulster</i>, by Chickenteeth, will be printed. <a href="www.dreamfieldcomics.com/">http://dreamfieldcomics.com</a> , the Donate link will be under the section for "Ulster".
MORE INFOS : The always incredible <a href="http://trumpetshark.com/">Chickenteeth </a> (aka <a href="http://fledgling.smackjeeves.com/"> Fledgling</a> creator) is set to publish their first comic with a small publisher. BUT, like most small publishers, they don't have hundreds of extra dollars it takes to pop out that many books. This means DONATIONS, fair readers.
Chickenteeth is an amazing sequential artist and storyteller, whose comic work I GREATLY respect, and I hope to see a lot of awesome comics from in the future. But without help, guys, this first step can't happen. So please, for Chickenteeth's sake and to support the next generation of comics, donate some money to help Ulster get printed and out into the world. even if you don't think you'll get the comic.
2. CONTEST VOTING IS UPCOMING. I was making the voting poll today, when I realized that <i>all my smackjeeves pms were gone.</i> All the entries that were sent by Smackjeeves need to be re-sent. The entries I actually have are A Wonderful X-mas, Stalkstalkstalk, Narnia Cage, Monsterman, Unexpected, and No Apology. <B>ANYONE WHO DOES NOT SEE THEIR ENTRY LISTED, PLEASE RESEND IT.</B> Either i.s.p. here at smackjeeves, or I-S-P at deviantart.com .
I hope to have the Voting poll up at http://community.livejournal.com/spinacage/ within the next week, while I have access to this computer (mine broke a few months back;;).
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I.S.P., 03 Jul 2009 10:44 am
Long story short: UURRGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG *BANGS HEAD FORCEFULLY INTO THE WALL OF LIFE
UNTIL SKULL DISINTEGRATES*
AKA: Unfortunatly, I've just had bigger things to worry about recently than a webcomic :I I hate to say it, but it's true. I just can't sit still for 10 minutes to draw without going fucking nuts thinking about other crap.
ENJOY YOUR CHILDHOOD, BEAATCHES. I KNOW I MISS MINE.
I'm moving in about two months and maybe I'll stop freaking out long enough to draw a page after that. This comic isn't dead to me, I just can't do it right now.
I.S.P., 03 Jul 2009 10:44 am
Long story short: UURRGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG *BANGS HEAD FORCEFULLY INTO THE WALL OF LIFE
UNTIL SKULL DISINTEGRATES*AKA: Unfortunatly, I've just had bigger things to worry about recently than a webcomic :I I hate to say it, but it's true. I just can't sit still for 10 minutes to draw without going fucking nuts thinking about other crap.
ENJOY YOUR CHILDHOOD, BEAATCHES. I KNOW I MISS MINE.
I'm moving in about two months and maybe I'll stop freaking out long enough to draw a page after that. This comic isn't dead to me, I just can't do it right now.
Comment on Ch: 5 - Pg. 2 - Vlad the mindreader of HEARD
I.S.P., 01 Apr 2009 01:29 pm
I may have fell for last years, but NOT THIS TIME BB.
I.S.P., 01 Apr 2009 01:29 pm
I may have fell for last years, but NOT THIS TIME BB.Comment on chp 2, pg 10 of Reaper Man
I.S.P., 21 Mar 2009 08:25 pm
FYEAH WATCHMEN </lameass>
Hahah, yes, the sex scene was ridiculous. And so horrifying I couldn't look away. Second time I saw the movie I just went to the bathroom during that part.
Btw, did you know your comedic timing is FABULOUS? DID YOU? CAUSE IT IS.
I.S.P., 21 Mar 2009 08:25 pm
FYEAH WATCHMEN </lameass>Hahah, yes, the sex scene was ridiculous. And so horrifying I couldn't look away. Second time I saw the movie I just went to the bathroom during that part.
Btw, did you know your comedic timing is FABULOUS? DID YOU? CAUSE IT IS.
Comment on [CHAPTER 1] 027 of [PLEASE DON'T CALL ME A HERO]
I.S.P., 13 Mar 2009 08:26 pm
Oh god Yuuuuji. So cute!!
I.S.P., 13 Mar 2009 08:26 pm
Oh god Yuuuuji. So cute!!Comment on 11-19 of When She Was Bad
I.S.P., 11 Mar 2009 07:48 pm
"THEY STILL LOOK SQUISHY Y/N"
I GET THE UNCHARACTERISTIC URGE TO FEEL THEM. IF THAT ANSWERS YOUR QUESTION;;;
I.S.P., 11 Mar 2009 07:48 pm
"THEY STILL LOOK SQUISHY Y/N"I GET THE UNCHARACTERISTIC URGE TO FEEL THEM. IF THAT ANSWERS YOUR QUESTION;;;
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