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Bobbie Jean Pentecost
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Everything you need to know about me can be found here: fav.me/d4b6hqb

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Please check out my Shapeways shop: www.shapeways.com/shops/bobbie… All proceeds go towards student loans, supporting my elderly parents, and paying medical debt.
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I jog for an hour every night at 9pm on the dot. I've been doing this for the past decade. Unfortunately, I have been stuck in Florida for the past decade... so yeah, suck. Major suck. I hate Florida. It's hot, muggy, buggy, rainy, full of TERRIBLE drivers, and it's also the lightning capital of the country. But I *rrreeeaaalllyyy* hate exercising indoors (probably because I am stuck indoors all day long, usually) so I suck it up and jog outside.

Last night, I couldn't go out at 9 on the dot like I usually do because it was raining pretty hardcore so I went out at 10 instead and to my great fortune, it was not raining! Yay. As I headed towards the "thank god, no cars, no people, no dogs" section of my jogging route, I came upon a woman talking to an old guy in a car parked in the middle of the !@#$%^&*ING ROAD with dogs EVERYWHERE. She had two dogs on a leash and he had TEN MILLION dogs in the backseat of his car.

I mmmmaayyyy have a not-so-slight deeply ingrained avoidance complex stemming from decades of harassment and bullying that began from the age of seven and followed me all the way up until I graduated college. So… yeah. If I can avoid people, I *very* much prefer to avoid people. I slooowwwwed wwwaaaayyyy down. Then I stopped. Then I knelt and pretended to tie my shoe. Then I pretended to tie my other shoe. Then I readjusted my hair tie as sloooowwwlllyyy as I could. Then I mulled over the option of turning around and exercising indoors. Then I considered cutting through the swampy tick, gnat, flea, mosquito, and alligator infested greenbelt to go around them... ANYTHING but having to get within ten feet of PEEEOOOPLLE. Highly abnormal, I know.

Well, they noticed my antics and started glancing over at me with worried expressions. 'Welp, the jig is up,' I thought. 'Might as well do ~that thing~ I spend 3/4s of my life trying to avoid.... interacting... with...... ppppeeeeeoooppple!' THE HORROR! So I started jogging towards them. For a very short chubster with a bad left knee, I can go pretty fast, especially when propelled by avoidance complex. AVOIDANCE COMPLEX POWERS ACTIVATE! SSSHHHOOOOOM! *sideways mushroom cloud*
 
I figured I could just zip on by, get it over with, ya know, like ripping off a Band aid. So I ran my big ass past them until they were out of eyesight which is the way I prefer other people to be. I'm fine with you, as long as I can't see you. If I can see you, YOU ARE IN MY PERSONAL SPACE. GET OUT BEFORE I BITE YOU. Unless I like you. Then you can stay and I won't bite you.... generally.

Just as I was making it to the free zone where no one treads but me, that car went whizzing past and the old guy gave me this look like I was an escaped mental patient shambling around in my underwear clutching a bloody axe. 'Ah well,' I thought, jogging along, 'I'll probably never see any of these ~peeeeeople~ again anyway. So, no matter.' That was what I thought… UNTILLLLL…..!

OF COURSE that !@#$%^&*ING WOMAN would walk her !@#$%^&*ING DOGS onto MY JOGGING ROUTE. YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU! This is MY TERRITORY! GET OUT or I am going to BITE YOU AANNDDD your STUPID LITTLE DOGS! I smiled politely and said "good evening." She will never know that behind my polite smile was seething anger and a sincere desire to launch her into a crater on Mars.

That was when she did THE UNTHINKABLE. *le gasp* "Excuse me, miss?"

NNNOOOO!!!! WHYYYYY!!!!???? WHY GOD, WHY!!??!?!? I HATE YOU!

"Can I ask you a question?"

So I took off my headphones, backpedaled a little, paused my MP3 player and waited for ~The Question~ .

"Sometimes I see you jogging out here and…" (at which point I'm thinking 'DAMN IT! I'VE BEEN SPOTTED! NOW I HAVE TO FIND A NEW JOGGING ROUTE! YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU. I HATE YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY. I HATE EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR! FFFAACCCKKK!!!') "I notice that sometimes you stop and kinda do this thing…." She started pulling at herself and shaking her hands out. "If you don't mind my asking… what… is that? Is that some kind of a…?" She sounded really timid, apologetic almost, and very nervous, as if I might be dangerous. I think her dogs were picking up on it because both of them were staring at me like 'go ahead, bitch, make a move, I dare you.' I'm guessing the word she left out was "disorder" but who knows. The word could have been "tick" "condition" or "dance routine" for all I know.

I snort-giggled and said; "oh, no. I'm just trying to get rid of the invisible spider webs." It took me about three seconds of awkward silence to realize how utterly insane that sounded.

"Invisible… spider webs?"

"I mean.. uh… well, heh-heh…. (Aaaaaawwwwkkkwwwaaarrrdddd) I guess they're not really ~invisible~ but they're really hard to see. They float around through the air, especially at night, and especially after it rains. Haven't you ever felt like… a little string come across your face or get stuck on your arm?"

She stood there for a moment *staring* at me like I just shat on everything she ever loved and held dear. "I thought that was just hair?" She laughed nervously and started pulling at her hair.

I shook my head. "Nope. Afraid not. It's spiders. One of the many reasons I hate Florida. One time, I got hit right in the head with a big ol' clump of spider web. It was awful. All over my face and hair. I ran home, jumped in the shower, and seriously contemplated shelling out for a treadmill."

Her face went slack with shock as if I had just slapped her. "Are you sure it's.... that? I mean…" she started looking around like she expected a giant spider to leap out of the bushes onto her head. "Could it be something else? Like… plant…. Stuff... maybe?" She had this look on her face like 'please, dear god, let it be plant stuff.'

"Believe me, I wish it was. I'm not thrilled with the idea that there might be spiders crawling all over me."

WELP! That did it. She heel-spun exactly 180 degrees as rocket boosters emerged from her butt cheeks, fired up, and propelled her into the night sky shouting "NOPE, NOPE, AND AWAY!"

'Yaye! She's gone!' I thought. 'Now I can get back to my !@#$%^&*ING JOG!' I put my headphones on and ran along, not really thinking much about what had just happened aside from a brief internal argument over which I hate more; neighbors or spiders. My route is basically a big L that I run back and forth on. One part of the L brings me close to the backs of some houses. Sometimes I can see people inside but they aren't close enough to aggravate my avoidance complex, not unless they're swimming in their pools with all their lanai lights on, which, thankfully, they don't do all that often.

As I was jogging past that section a few minutes later, I heard; "SPIDERS, DAVID! FLOATING SPIDERS! I AM NEVER GOING OUTSIDE AGAIN." Mind you, I heard this *over the DUBSTEP I was listening to.* I stood there for a moment, waiting for more but that was it. I think I just ruined this poor woman's entire existence. Whoops? Sorry. On the upside, I know at least one neighbor who won't be invading my jogging route anymore. :P

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I jog for an hour every night at 9pm on the dot. I've been doing this for the past decade. Unfortunately, I have been stuck in Florida for the past decade... so yeah, suck. Major suck. I hate Florida. It's hot, muggy, buggy, rainy, full of TERRIBLE drivers, and it's also the lightning capital of the country. But I *rrreeeaaalllyyy* hate exercising indoors (probably because I am stuck indoors all day long, usually) so I suck it up and jog outside.

Last night, I couldn't go out at 9 on the dot like I usually do because it was raining pretty hardcore so I went out at 10 instead and to my great fortune, it was not raining! Yay. As I headed towards the "thank god, no cars, no people, no dogs" section of my jogging route, I came upon a woman talking to an old guy in a car parked in the middle of the !@#$%^&*ING ROAD with dogs EVERYWHERE. She had two dogs on a leash and he had TEN MILLION dogs in the backseat of his car.

I mmmmaayyyy have a not-so-slight deeply ingrained avoidance complex stemming from decades of harassment and bullying that began from the age of seven and followed me all the way up until I graduated college. So… yeah. If I can avoid people, I *very* much prefer to avoid people. I slooowwwwed wwwaaaayyyy down. Then I stopped. Then I knelt and pretended to tie my shoe. Then I pretended to tie my other shoe. Then I readjusted my hair tie as sloooowwwlllyyy as I could. Then I mulled over the option of turning around and exercising indoors. Then I considered cutting through the swampy tick, gnat, flea, mosquito, and alligator infested greenbelt to go around them... ANYTHING but having to get within ten feet of PEEEOOOPLLE. Highly abnormal, I know.

Well, they noticed my antics and started glancing over at me with worried expressions. 'Welp, the jig is up,' I thought. 'Might as well do ~that thing~ I spend 3/4s of my life trying to avoid.... interacting... with...... ppppeeeeeoooppple!' THE HORROR! So I started jogging towards them. For a very short chubster with a bad left knee, I can go pretty fast, especially when propelled by avoidance complex. AVOIDANCE COMPLEX POWERS ACTIVATE! SSSHHHOOOOOM! *sideways mushroom cloud*
 
I figured I could just zip on by, get it over with, ya know, like ripping off a Band aid. So I ran my big ass past them until they were out of eyesight which is the way I prefer other people to be. I'm fine with you, as long as I can't see you. If I can see you, YOU ARE IN MY PERSONAL SPACE. GET OUT BEFORE I BITE YOU. Unless I like you. Then you can stay and I won't bite you.... generally.

Just as I was making it to the free zone where no one treads but me, that car went whizzing past and the old guy gave me this look like I was an escaped mental patient shambling around in my underwear clutching a bloody axe. 'Ah well,' I thought, jogging along, 'I'll probably never see any of these ~peeeeeople~ again anyway. So, no matter.' That was what I thought… UNTILLLLL…..!

OF COURSE that !@#$%^&*ING WOMAN would walk her !@#$%^&*ING DOGS onto MY JOGGING ROUTE. YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU! This is MY TERRITORY! GET OUT or I am going to BITE YOU AANNDDD your STUPID LITTLE DOGS! I smiled politely and said "good evening." She will never know that behind my polite smile was seething anger and a sincere desire to launch her into a crater on Mars.

That was when she did THE UNTHINKABLE. *le gasp* "Excuse me, miss?"

NNNOOOO!!!! WHYYYYY!!!!???? WHY GOD, WHY!!??!?!? I HATE YOU!

"Can I ask you a question?"

So I took off my headphones, backpedaled a little, paused my MP3 player and waited for ~The Question~ .

"Sometimes I see you jogging out here and…" (at which point I'm thinking 'DAMN IT! I'VE BEEN SPOTTED! NOW I HAVE TO FIND A NEW JOGGING ROUTE! YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU. I HATE YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY. I HATE EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR! FFFAACCCKKK!!!') "I notice that sometimes you stop and kinda do this thing…." She started pulling at herself and shaking her hands out. "If you don't mind my asking… what… is that? Is that some kind of a…?" She sounded really timid, apologetic almost, and very nervous, as if I might be dangerous. I think her dogs were picking up on it because both of them were staring at me like 'go ahead, bitch, make a move, I dare you.' I'm guessing the word she left out was "disorder" but who knows. The word could have been "tick" "condition" or "dance routine" for all I know.

I snort-giggled and said; "oh, no. I'm just trying to get rid of the invisible spider webs." It took me about three seconds of awkward silence to realize how utterly insane that sounded.

"Invisible… spider webs?"

"I mean.. uh… well, heh-heh…. (Aaaaaawwwwkkkwwwaaarrrdddd) I guess they're not really ~invisible~ but they're really hard to see. They float around through the air, especially at night, and especially after it rains. Haven't you ever felt like… a little string come across your face or get stuck on your arm?"

She stood there for a moment *staring* at me like I just shat on everything she ever loved and held dear. "I thought that was just hair?" She laughed nervously and started pulling at her hair.

I shook my head. "Nope. Afraid not. It's spiders. One of the many reasons I hate Florida. One time, I got hit right in the head with a big ol' clump of spider web. It was awful. All over my face and hair. I ran home, jumped in the shower, and seriously contemplated shelling out for a treadmill."

Her face went slack with shock as if I had just slapped her. "Are you sure it's.... that? I mean…" she started looking around like she expected a giant spider to leap out of the bushes onto her head. "Could it be something else? Like… plant…. Stuff... maybe?" She had this look on her face like 'please, dear god, let it be plant stuff.'

"Believe me, I wish it was. I'm not thrilled with the idea that there might be spiders crawling all over me."

WELP! That did it. She heel-spun exactly 180 degrees as rocket boosters emerged from her butt cheeks, fired up, and propelled her into the night sky shouting "NOPE, NOPE, AND AWAY!"

'Yaye! She's gone!' I thought. 'Now I can get back to my !@#$%^&*ING JOG!' I put my headphones on and ran along, not really thinking much about what had just happened aside from a brief internal argument over which I hate more; neighbors or spiders. My route is basically a big L that I run back and forth on. One part of the L brings me close to the backs of some houses. Sometimes I can see people inside but they aren't close enough to aggravate my avoidance complex, not unless they're swimming in their pools with all their lanai lights on, which, thankfully, they don't do all that often.

As I was jogging past that section a few minutes later, I heard; "SPIDERS, DAVID! FLOATING SPIDERS! I AM NEVER GOING OUTSIDE AGAIN." Mind you, I heard this *over the DUBSTEP I was listening to.* I stood there for a moment, waiting for more but that was it. I think I just ruined this poor woman's entire existence. Whoops? Sorry. On the upside, I know at least one neighbor who won't be invading my jogging route anymore. :P
Nice to know that even five years after having played a Silent Hill game, I can still awaken at 5:30 in the morning from a horrific movie-vivid nightmare in which, from the beginning, when I obliviously entered my dorm room, till the end, where after what felt like an eternity of running through dark hallways, climbing dark stairs, throwing myself into dark elevator shafts and pipeways filled with scuttling monstrosities, after glimpsing that distinct silhouette coming around so many corners, I succumb to a sense of great futility and anguish as I realize that there is no escaping the Red Pyramid except in death. Thereafter, I throw myself from the top story of a building, ending my misery on a rainy New York sidewalk.

He had finally cornered me in a stairwell. The door behind me was locked and there was no way past him. He came up the stairs with excruciating, deliberate slowness to draw out my tortured anticipation for as long as possible. When he finally came to greet me, he drew up his Great Knife, longer than I am tall, probably weighing about as much, and plunged it through the door behind me. He hesitated there and I heard unfathomable sounds from under his rusted hood- a lament of hell echoing through the void. He pulled his sword out slowly, metal screeching against metal like the shriek of some hellion beast.

'HAHA!' you bastard, I thought, reaching through the enormous gash and unlocking the door. 'You cannot have me.' I ran, almost gleefully, towards the edge of the roof and without hesitation flung myself off. Anguish and miserable futility became delight. I won. Wind roared in my ears as I plummeted to my demise, happy that I had not met the fate so many others had at the end of his sword. I suppose I was not really happy but satisfied. It was over- my struggling, the running, the fear, the dark- it was all over. Never again would I see that silhouette looming around the corner. Never again would I turn only to run right into one of his gibbering, crazed attendants. Never again would I know the fear of hearing the screech of his Great Knife dragging across the floor. Finally, I could rest.

As my fall neared its end and the curtains of my life drew to a close, the citygoers watched me plummet, their faces frozen in horror. None of them seemed to notice the tall, hooded, sword-bearer in their midst.



So yeah. I'm never going to sleep again. I don't know why my brain does this shit to me. I mean... really. What the hell?

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Small-Brown-Dog Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2015
Found you quite by accident. Was going to fave loads and then though I'd watch.
Love your style and was knocked out by your gallery.
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks. :)
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Noxkitsune Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Your approach of mixing 3D modeling with digital painting is quite fascinating! While I don't think I'd go for that approach myself, I do feel like I have something to learn from your art. Going to keep an eye on this page ^^
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks. :)

It's not easy to mix the two. So far, I actually find it harder than just straight up painting. But it has its upsides and I'm still working to figure it out because I feel like it's worth it. I love both mediums equally. 
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JamJams Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Your artwork is simply just beyond gorgeous!
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Very nice of you to say. :)
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Ellofayne Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey there! I just tried to visit your shop on shapeways, and I got this message: (below) I don't know if it is one time thing with my laggy net or something you should look into, just in case here you go!

"Contact your hosting provider letting them know your web server is not completing requests. An Error 522 means that the request was able to connect to your web server, but that the request didn't finish. The most likely cause is that something on your server is hogging resources. Additional troubleshooting information here.
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
That's weird. Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it.  Can you try this link for me? www.shapeways.com/shops/bobbie…
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Ellofayne Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
yep, that one worked, I don't know what was up! Glad it was on my end and not yours XD
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks. :)
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Deezmo Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Mannnn I'd very much love a commis from you sometime, when you're open for them :v
Stellar stuff ;3
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flipation Featured By Owner May 2, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:!
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Edited May 2, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Sure. :) You're quite welcome.
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Johnyvill Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015
There are 3 types of artists.
1. The crap ones.
2. The ones that make you feel like crap because you are the member of the same species.
3. And then there are the ones that are so INSANELY ASTONISHINGLY FANTASTIC THAT THEY MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE CRAP BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYWHERE AS TALENTED AND SKILLED AS THEM! LOL

And you blow number 3 out of the water so had that is warps into another dimension! I could not hit the Watch button hard enough! XD
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Edited Apr 11, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
WOW! This may be among the nicest compliments I've ever received. XD For some reason, it hit my funny bone just so I somehow managed to snort nutella up my nose. Then I started crying and laughing because what the hell kind of dumbass manages to snort Nutella up the nose? XD Now I'm a mess. =P

So thanks for brightening up my morning. :boogie: I am amused and deeply flattered and everything smells like Nutella.
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Johnyvill Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015
Dude you earned it, the sheer amount of detail and vibrant color in your work is exquisite! Happy to make your morning, keep up the good work! :D

Also that bit about the Nutella had me cracking up! I hope Nutella smells fine up the nose cause I don't think I've ever had Nutella before XD 
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funkyalienlovers Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
amazing gallery
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks. :)
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JohnZ117 Featured By Owner Edited Apr 1, 2015
Dear madam,

I appreciate your offer, but due to ongoing plans, I would prefer payment implemented as described in my earlier notification.

Cordially yours,
JohnZ117
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Dear sir,

I attempted your method for delivering internets and it did not work. The internets simply ended up spraying all over the place. There is internet all over my walls, the floor, my desk, me- I even got some on the ceiling. I think my neighbors are calling the police. There appears to be internets all over their lawn. At least the cat made it out alive. Oh wow! I didn't know internets could fly. OH MY GOD! THOSE POOR GEESE! Oh dear. Well- hm. So apparently, if falling from a height of about three hundred feet, falling geese will in fact blow holes in your neighbor's roofs. Duly noted.

So, yeah. Can you be more explicit in your directions? 
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JohnZ117 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015
Dear madam,

I thought I made it clear, but I will repeat myself.  As we all know, thanks to former Senator Ted Stevens, the internet is a "series of tubes," and I want you to purchase 300 sets of tubes from the link already provided and have them sent to me.  Then the debt is gone.

My deepest condolences for the geese and your abode,
JohnZ117
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JohnZ117 Featured By Owner Edited Apr 1, 2015
Miss Pentecost, it has come to my attention that you have neglected to pay the promised 300 internets, due as of June 22, 2012, with your release of "Bernard's Room."  Now, I know you have been having financial problems, so I will not charge interest on this debt, but I must insist on its repayment.  As we all know, thanks to former Senator Ted Stevens, that the internet is a "series of tubes," which, fortunately for both of us, greatly simplifies matters.  Here is a link, www.freelin-wade.com/plastic-t…, that should expedite matters.  Please contact me at my page, johnz117.deviantart.com/, for further details on shipping.  I hope this matter can be settled post haste, and that you have a good day.
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Pentacoil Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I take my hat of for you miss :) you gallery is splendid
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks. :3
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Pentacoil Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
More than welcome :)
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