Eggy's blog! Lots of art related stuff. And cute fluffy kittens and bunnies. Or some weirdness sprinkled in between. Whatever floats my proverbial boat. (Art above belongs to me)

 

theartofmf:

Seems like quite a reach sometimes, hm?

today on ‘how the fuck did I get more than 5 notes on an art’

a 45 min sketch to be exact

http://landlord-groudon.tumblr.com/post/97840440365/princehyena-not-your-daughter-tuejjlaz

princehyena:

not-your-daughter:

tuejjlaz:

howlsmoving-asshole:

howllor:

oh my godddddd there is a new swedish reality tv show where they are tracking down internet trolls and confronting them about the death threats they’ve sent to people, since it’s actually illegal.

http://sejii.tumblr.com/post/97841213612/andreashettle-ragingpeacock-is-funny-when

andreashettle:

ragingpeacock:

Is funny when doctors and other peeps act like my problem is that I’m obsessed w/ my disability. Um no. You have it backwards. The problem is I HAVE to be cuz it is a constant problem.

I’m deaf. About 25 years ago, I was working for a little while as a…

Now that I’ve got some decent income (cough cough loans came in) I’m gonna be able to buy myself little treats again. I’ll save up every month for whatever. Just some used video games or just save up for a pet. I’m already getting kinda excited! I’m gonna try to find a cheap old harvest moon game somewhere and stash some money for my future hamster.

My future hamster needs a name.

I finished training with my boss last night and as soon as I got home, after 9pm and a long day at school, I found myself with the intense urge to create.
I knew then I was never meant to be an accountant.

If your best argument in a political debate is ‘your high’, there’s probably a 0% chance I’ll listen to you.

heatherjochens:

jennirl:

rachelfershleiser:

nicoeatsbooks:

yadykates:

siminib:

reblogbookclub:

I loved this part. It made me think so much about the conversations that shaped my life just before and after I arrived.
Here’s what I know:- I am Rachel Lea after my late great-grandmothers Regina and Lillian.- I was almost Rebecca Lily.- If I were a boy I would have been Randy.- My father wanted boy-me to be Rhys, but my mother really did not.Do you know whom you’re named after or what else your name might have been?
-RF

-My full name is Simini-Laurén, or Simini Laurén, as there is some dispute as to the dash. On one document it was included and other not? I’m not sure. 
-My mom had been saving the name Simini since she was 8, when she lived in a very small town and there was a woman named Simini Udall and she like the name. I’m not named after her or anything, she just liked it. Later found out Simini Udall had been an art teacher, so that’s fitting I suppose. 
-Laurén is pronounced like LaRen, and was inspired by the actress Sophia Loren, because it was 1986. (again, not named after her per se, she just liked it). 
-My mom wanted to name my Simini-Laurén Brachelle (or Michelle?) Blocker, but my dad said no way. This is also why there’s argument about the hyphentation. 
-Not sure what I would have been named had I been a boy, probably Landen like my younger brother. When I was born and they told her she’d had a girl, my mom was so excited she jumped off the table yelling “A girl! a girl!!” Or so the story goes…

When she was 7 months pregnant, my mom had a dream where a baby boy unzipped her stomach*, popped his head out, said “Hello, my name is Russell, what’s your name?” And after that my mom was convinced that I was going to be a boy and I was going to be named Russell, so they never picked out a girl’s name. 
Smash cut to the hospital and the big surprise that I was, and am, a girl. They knew my middle name would be Yates, my paternal grandmother’s maiden name, and so when they read in a People magazine left at the hospital that mediocre 80’s pop star and actress Pia Zadora had just delivered a baby girl and named her K-A-D-Y**, they decided that the two names sounded nice together and that was good enough.
*My mom is a nurse midwife, you’d think even in her dreams she would know that this is not how birthing babies works.
** Kady Zadora followed in her mother’s footsteps and is also a singer. I last saw her as a guest judge on RuPaul’s Drag Race.

I’m so glad this came up because I wanted to jump in here with this too. Because first of all, my mom did that changing the birth certificate at the last moment thing too. Added the LE in case I was a doctor, or a lawyer. I’m not, that LE never gets used. It’s much more formal and serious than I ever turned out to be. The Velvet Underground reference is much more where I live.
If I was going to be a boy, I would have been Jesse Clayton— purely so my mom could stand on the porch and yell “Jesse Clayton, you get in here out of the mud.” My mom is from Queens.

I’m loving this whole conversation, inspired by Brown Girl Dreaming and the reblogbookclub, about our parents deciding what to name us.

oh oh! my mother wanted to name me Zephyr (CAN YOU IMAGINE. true story, when i was in 8th grade i made my friends call me Zephyr for a few months. they actually mostly did) and my dad wanted to name me Rebecca. Zephyr got dropped because my parents were not actually hippies, and Rebecca got dropped because “Becky Bakelaar” would have been horrific.
i am Jennifer for my great-great aunt on my father’s side, and share my mom’s middle name (albeit with an alternate spelling).
extra-interestingly, Zephyr means “gentle breeze”. my aunt named her first daughter (who is 12 years younger than me) Kalai, which is basically the same thing but in Hawaiian. i don’t think she knew the Zephyr story.

My story really isn’t all that interesting but what had happened was that, I just so happened to be my parents first child. As such, they did not check out my gender.
If I was a girl, my name would be Heather (I was actually, apparently, at the tail end of a time when the name was popular). If I was a boy, my name would have been Michael. As it was, my parents were stuck with the girl me so Heather stayed.
You know, the more I think about it, I can’t help but wonder if my current avoidance of gender roles has anything to do with the fact that my parents really had no set gender expectations from before my birth. As silly as it sounds, I generally feel that perhaps that’s why I am the way I am today. :\ Pretty sure it’s not accurate but it’s a thought.


I think by the time I came around my parents were happy enough to have a kid survive. I’m named for my mom’s best friend in 1st grade she hasn’t talked to since 1st grade, and I have no idea about my middle name.
My mom told me my boy name once but I don’t remember it, except it was actually a name I really liked. I think it was Michael. Maybe?

heatherjochens:

jennirl:

rachelfershleiser:

nicoeatsbooks:

yadykates:

siminib:

reblogbookclub:

I loved this part. It made me think so much about the conversations that shaped my life just before and after I arrived.

Here’s what I know:
- I am Rachel Lea after my late great-grandmothers Regina and Lillian.
- I was almost Rebecca Lily.
- If I were a boy I would have been Randy.
- My father wanted boy-me to be Rhys, but my mother really did not.

Do you know whom you’re named after or what else your name might have been?

-RF

-My full name is Simini-Laurén, or Simini Laurén, as there is some dispute as to the dash. On one document it was included and other not? I’m not sure. 

-My mom had been saving the name Simini since she was 8, when she lived in a very small town and there was a woman named Simini Udall and she like the name. I’m not named after her or anything, she just liked it. Later found out Simini Udall had been an art teacher, so that’s fitting I suppose. 

-Laurén is pronounced like LaRen, and was inspired by the actress Sophia Loren, because it was 1986. (again, not named after her per se, she just liked it). 

-My mom wanted to name my Simini-Laurén Brachelle (or Michelle?) Blocker, but my dad said no way. This is also why there’s argument about the hyphentation. 

-Not sure what I would have been named had I been a boy, probably Landen like my younger brother. When I was born and they told her she’d had a girl, my mom was so excited she jumped off the table yelling “A girl! a girl!!” Or so the story goes…

When she was 7 months pregnant, my mom had a dream where a baby boy unzipped her stomach*, popped his head out, said “Hello, my name is Russell, what’s your name?” And after that my mom was convinced that I was going to be a boy and I was going to be named Russell, so they never picked out a girl’s name. 

Smash cut to the hospital and the big surprise that I was, and am, a girl. They knew my middle name would be Yates, my paternal grandmother’s maiden name, and so when they read in a People magazine left at the hospital that mediocre 80’s pop star and actress Pia Zadora had just delivered a baby girl and named her K-A-D-Y**, they decided that the two names sounded nice together and that was good enough.

*My mom is a nurse midwife, you’d think even in her dreams she would know that this is not how birthing babies works.

** Kady Zadora followed in her mother’s footsteps and is also a singer. I last saw her as a guest judge on RuPaul’s Drag Race.

I’m so glad this came up because I wanted to jump in here with this too. Because first of all, my mom did that changing the birth certificate at the last moment thing too. Added the LE in case I was a doctor, or a lawyer. I’m not, that LE never gets used. It’s much more formal and serious than I ever turned out to be. The Velvet Underground reference is much more where I live.

If I was going to be a boy, I would have been Jesse Clayton— purely so my mom could stand on the porch and yell “Jesse Clayton, you get in here out of the mud.” My mom is from Queens.

I’m loving this whole conversation, inspired by Brown Girl Dreaming and the reblogbookclub, about our parents deciding what to name us.

oh oh! my mother wanted to name me Zephyr (CAN YOU IMAGINE. true story, when i was in 8th grade i made my friends call me Zephyr for a few months. they actually mostly did) and my dad wanted to name me Rebecca. Zephyr got dropped because my parents were not actually hippies, and Rebecca got dropped because “Becky Bakelaar” would have been horrific.

i am Jennifer for my great-great aunt on my father’s side, and share my mom’s middle name (albeit with an alternate spelling).

extra-interestingly, Zephyr means “gentle breeze”. my aunt named her first daughter (who is 12 years younger than me) Kalai, which is basically the same thing but in Hawaiian. i don’t think she knew the Zephyr story.

My story really isn’t all that interesting but what had happened was that, I just so happened to be my parents first child. As such, they did not check out my gender.

If I was a girl, my name would be Heather (I was actually, apparently, at the tail end of a time when the name was popular). If I was a boy, my name would have been Michael. As it was, my parents were stuck with the girl me so Heather stayed.

You know, the more I think about it, I can’t help but wonder if my current avoidance of gender roles has anything to do with the fact that my parents really had no set gender expectations from before my birth. As silly as it sounds, I generally feel that perhaps that’s why I am the way I am today. :\ Pretty sure it’s not accurate but it’s a thought.

I think by the time I came around my parents were happy enough to have a kid survive. I’m named for my mom’s best friend in 1st grade she hasn’t talked to since 1st grade, and I have no idea about my middle name. My mom told me my boy name once but I don’t remember it, except it was actually a name I really liked. I think it was Michael. Maybe?

I’ve been writing so many poems and little story snippets lately that I might type them all in and see how much I’ve got to publish a book.

Anonymous asked
i think the ground beef comparison is more like those really red faced white people, not literal white lol

oh my gosh that makes so much more sense though I always think of my beef brown