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I sit hunched over a desk for hours on end, staring at a computer screen, making incremental changes to Photoshop documents and agonizing relentlessly over minutiae most people won't even notice, hoping that the end result will yield enough e-validation to fill the gaping crater where my self-esteem is supposed to be.

I also like to ruin my knees while daydreaming about being a beautiful, intelligent, talented, rich, overachieving hero set to a soundtrack of the same five or six songs on repeat that I will eventually get tired of as mosquitoes chase me through hot, humid flying spider-infested Florida backstreets every night for about an hour because I have trouble accepting the increasingly difficult to ignore fact that you can't out-exercise a bad diet and if you want to be thin, especially if you come from a family with a strong genetic predisposition towards obesity, you can only eat the things you like once in a very rare while or in such minuscule quantities that you might as well not be eating them at all which relegates you to either eating so little that you feel like you're constantly starving or eating things you absolutely loathe with the seething hatred of a thousand suns such as beets, carrots, and celery that smell and taste like literal, actual poison to you because your parents were idiotic fuckknobs who raised you on a diet of pure sugar so everything that doesn't have sugar in it tastes like bullshit and you're probably going to develop Type 2 Diabetes at some point but perhaps if you exercise excessively enough you can stave it off until your patellas disintegrate at the age of 40 which is coming up a lot more rapidly than you would ever have thought possible because time seems to speed up exponentially with every passing year which makes you afraid to blink as you might suddenly find yourself playing bingo to a soundtrack of wheezing, coughing, and nebulizers but even that is probably fairly optimistic as you'll be lucky to make 45 before that heart attack, stroke, or aneurysm finally decides to happen.

I also occasionally like to sit down with a hunk of dead tattooed plant matter and disengage from reality because that is much more enjoyable than doing the other things I should be doing instead such as paying bills, vacuuming, dusting, talking on the phone with health insurance representatives from India who I can't understand, and interacting with escaped Dunning-Kruger research monkeys in an attempt to sort out why my internet moves at the speed of grass growing... in a place where there is no grass... and why my DISH TV box keeps recording Game of Thrones en Español even though I have it set to record the English channel.

(Would you believe me if I told you I'm actually a decently happy person for the most part? :P)

I also like to shart my navel-gazing prattle into textfields so that maybe five or six other people will read it and reply with their own comments which is more satisfying than doing other things I should be doing like taking a shower and doing the laundry and generally being an adult.
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Oreochema Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
OMG. Once again, your sense of humor shines through, even if it might not seem like it in this particular entry. xD

I'll have to work very hard to top this. XD
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
:D Thanks.
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Ettinborough Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017  Professional General Artist
I throw a variety of dead botanical elements in a very specific order into a boiling cauldron with precise timing and temperatures and then throw the whole mixture into a bucket to literally rot on my kitchen counter for anywhere from 2 weeks to six months based on what I'm attempting to achieve in the end.
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
O__O Okay, ya got me. I can't even imagine.
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Ettinborough Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2017  Professional General Artist
I homebrew beer and mead! :D
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Oh, nifty! I would never have guessed. XD But then, I know nothing about the beer or mead-making processes. =P
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vanilla-vanilla Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2017
Awesome.
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runewuff Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I spend money on little sticks and little pieces of tree bark, and then spend time making marks on the tree bark with the sticks. I know these marks cannot be understood by any other species, and suspect they cannot be understood by other hominids either. I often do this until my wrist muscles are sprained, like some game whose goal is to get as close to carpal tunnel syndrome... without going over. As soon as I am healed I start again. The primary purpose of this seems to be stress relief, and it is at least slightly less damaging than cutting. It is also a little less psychologically destructive than sitting in a semi-darkened drug den to paw at a plastic box and looking at the patterns of colored lights, and slowly going into a blissful stupor as only a hominid would. I am doing this now with these patterns of squiggles, because you left a pattern of squiggles. This pattern of squiggles is smaller, signalling deferential status to the dominant female who left the larger pattern of squiggles.
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TickleMeHoHo Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Depending on which hobby, I'm either sitting around for hours on the computer doing everything from Facebook to chat sites or YouTube. When I'm playing Magic the Gathering I'm sitting around for hours sorting through cards, building decks, customizing my current ones, testing them out, taking cards out and replacing them with other ones to come up with some sort of card combo... which can sometimes take up a good portion of my day. But when I'm practicing archery, like literally the only physically active hobby I have, I'm outside for hours on end shooting boxes and hay bales with a barrage of arrows and running over to them and pulling them out so I can shoot them again, and again, and again, and again... until my arms get tired, my eyes get sore, and I run out of breath. Then I read some HP Lovecraft right before going to sleep.
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BerryTurtle Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I don't know if this is relevant, but it might be. When buying a pecan pie, buy one made with intact pecan halves because the ones made with pecan crumbs just aren't as good.
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Mmmm.... pecans....
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RebellionFighter Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017
I lift heavy objects and try to lift bigger ones.
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michaelmas Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I play with words X3
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TheBodycage Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
I love this and I love you!
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
:D
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Jellyfishess Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I chase pussies around the house so i could shave them
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
LOL. Pet grooming?
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Jellyfishess Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
True
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Topkicker26 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
I sit in front of a device made of plastic, lights, and glass watching a ball related sport I don't even play in real life, screaming at a team who's going out of their way to lose in the worst way possible. If not that then either being lazy in front of an hourlong-but-not-really-an-hour-long-because-of-ads source of entertainment called an 'episode' or viciously attacking buttons in a frustrated frenzy as I get killed for the thousandth time because of a CERTAIN HOODED SOMEONE jumping the wrong way.
 
I also somehow like to be a slave to an Overlord called a computer, either drawing on a hellish art program called Photoshop that tests my patience every living hour, writing the hundredth and one plot bunny that will probably never see the light of day, or fucking up my eyes reading some fan made concoction that will probably never be finished because people get busy or something similar for that's just how the world works. Or randomly clicking on quizzes on a social media site because I am that bored and I just NEED to know who I would play if I was an actress.

Oh did I happen to mention mastering procrastination and never finishing my own fan made concoctions that apparently somehow become popular? If so, that too whilst breaking the record for most characters for unfinished stories ratio ever:'D Not to mention the handful of group related stories- called "rolelplays" I get myself into and suddenly began to lag behind because holy fuck I can't write for shit despite reassurances I write just fine.

I also somehow find enjoyment getting sweaty, hot, and chased by annoying organic flying things while tromping around the backwoods trying to find things to shoot at, miss, and repeat-hoping to find something to kill and eat. Realistically though it's just me sitting on my ass watching and laughing at wild animal rave parties because I have nothing else better to do besides napping.

And then THEN  ON THE RARE CHANCE, I too will sit down and enjoy the occasional skin of a dead tattooed plant, because again mastering the art of procrastination.
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anotalenthack Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017
The downside of having an incredible imagination: Constantly thinking of all the things that can go wrong.
A lack of courage, a lack of willpower, neither of these things will do as much damage as an excess of worry.

If it makes you feel better;  None of the thousands of things that bother you will actually end you. You'll be blindsided by something that you'd never think of in a million years. Totally blindsided, with no warning, when you least expect it. And no amount of worrying will clue you into what it may be.  We're talking about getting run down by a bus full of nuns because you wandered into traffic while worrying about something trivial. Or being bitten by a rabid David Bowie impersonator and bleeding out because the EMT that arrives first is an Elvis impersonator who immediately challenged the rabid David Bowie impersonator to a duel to the death (they tend to do that. Seriously, they're worse than mimes and clowns).
Or one of my personal favorites: a giant meteor shaped like a woman's shoe will descend from the heavens and smite you from the face of the earth.
And the last thing to go through your mind (besides that meteor) is how pissed off you are that you wasted so much time worrying about pointless shit that never happened anyway.

So try bettering your ability to cope with the shit hitting the fan, rather than worrying about what/when it will. That's done wonders for me.

Above all, you need to realize that only one person on this planet can really give you the validation you desire.
You.

You'll keep feeling like you do regardless of how many fav's, comments, and well-wishes you get. You need to have pride in yourself for your OWN sake for all the good vibes to really stick. You don't feel like you do for lack of any validation, but because you haven't learned to see your OWN strengths.
We can't give you that feeling; believe me, we want to. Only you can.

Frankly, obsessing over things you can't change, to the point where you don't notice the things you CAN change, is a form of indolence.
And I scorn indolence.

Be strong. Be brave. Even when it's hard to. Especially when you think it's not possible to. Keep it up, and eventually you'll see how wrong you've always been.
(That's a good thing)

Don't just reduce calorie intake; eat smarter.
That doesn't just mean eating rabbit-food (though that does help).
That doesn't mean counting calories (that really doesn't help).
That means eating a wide VARIETY. Try a wide range of foods. REAL foods and real meals (anything that can conceivably be made by hand instead of being extruded by a machine. That's the rule my mom taught me). Try a lot of different ethnic foods (and prepare your toilet. It will be worth it in the end (HA! okay, that was a horrible joke ))

And for goodness sake, if it tastes bad,  suck it up and cram it down anyway! You don't have to eat the same thing every day, but you have to try everything at least once. Go grazing through the fruit and veggie section of the grocery store.  Ever had cherry tomatoes? Or starfruit? or durian (you'd know if you had durian, trust me)? Or pomegranate? or kiwi?

Also, try a wider variety of exercise. Jogging is great, and you should definitely keep it up. But also try swimming, dancing, jumping, and every calisthenics wacky dance that makes you look like a whackjob that you can think of.
 As long as you're moving, you're burning energy. And THAT is the real trick. Burn energy. Keep active. Take it easy on your body; don't make yourself sore. Make yourself tired.

And above all, be PROUD of your efforts. Whether they are fruitful or not is irrelevant. Be proud of yourself for how hard you try. You deserve it.

As for my hobby,
I try desperately to overanalyze and correct flaws in fantasies I have no hope of designing myself, for the sake of convincing myself that I know what it feels like to live a life where my efforts don't reduce everything I touch to ashes. I try to convince myself that scars are merely a means of telling that a wound HAS healed and recovered. I try to forcibly make time pass as fast as possible out of a deeply-seated (and much loathed) hatred of my own existence in terms of actively seeing the world around me-- especially the people, whom I am having a harder and harder time relating to on the grounds that all the petty trivialities that consume them are in fact things so idiotically easy to endure and the comforts they take for granted are so overlooked (and beyond my own grasp) that I genuinely fear I may not actually BE from the culture I was born into.
This leaves me with a terrifying fear that I may be as self-destructive as my insane mother. At the same time, I take comfort from all those fantasies by knowing that for all of human history we have struggled with such feelings and concepts.

All the while, I find myself in a hypocritical dichotomy where I keep telling myself that I have made a great accomplishment by merely surviving against such blatantly heavy odds, while also cursing myself for not living up to standards I myself try very hard to not define because I am completely aware of how unlikely I am to achieve them BECAUSE of the blatantly heavy odds I've faced.

I cling to happy endings in stories because I know just how unlikely it is that I will have one myself. But I still want to try to find one. Even as I find the concept harder and harder to define. I was born in the gutter, but set standards for myself as high as the sky-- knowing that I may never reach them but wanting to try anyway.
My ultimate fear is that I will literally forget HOW to be happy, or find that I never knew in the first place.

Being of the belief that you are not meant for this earth is a form of self-pity. And I have no tolerance for self-pity in any form. But I don't know if I actually DO feel such a thing.
As more time passes, and more proof presents itself that I'll be stuck in the gutter till the end of may days because indeed the game is rigged and I really was far too weak to ever have a chance in the first place, I keep finding more fantasies. I keep cataloging and analyzing them. I find subtle truths that we all ignore in our real lives reflected in them. I pity those who hurt me, and hurt themselves. I show kindness when I see cruelty. I defy what others expect of me, either in terms of conformity or my own failure-- I refuse to act as lowly as I am told I must be.
I don't wallow in my pain. I don't define myself by my scars.
And I curse myself for not being able to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders when I know I may not be able to bear the weight OF my shoulders.

I may not be strong enough to live, but I am also far too stubborn to die.

That is my hobby.
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
If it makes you feel better;  None of the thousands of things that bother you will actually end you. You'll be blindsided by something that you'd never think of in a million years

Probably. My life is a cavalcade of situational irony. Expectation ~> reversal, expectation ~> reversal, and on it goes. Starting to think I should just stop having expectations but I'm almost certain life would answer with something like "okay, fine then. Don't have any expectations for me to reverse. I'll just murder you with a boring heart attack instead of the rogue meteorite I was planning!" which... now that I think about it, would still probably ultimately qualify as situational irony because my initial expectation was heart attack followed by "nah, probably something I won't see coming" only to end up having been right in the first place.

HHHAALP. I've fallen into my own navel again! I need an extraction!

Don't just reduce calorie intake; eat smarter

I don't want to write 10 pages of backstory so I'll try to TL;DR this for you:

1.) Very unhealthy childhood because my parents are stupid as fuck. Chubby kid, fat teen, obese young adult. This made my life miserable. Wanted to change. Started exercising and eating healthy. 65% veggies with the rest being fruits, nuts, and lean meats. No junkfood at all, not even gum or coffee. Went from 150lbs overweight to 75lbs overweight.

2.) Struggled to lose that last 75lbs, way more than seemed normal. Went to doctor. Tests results showed I was in near-perfect health except for PCOS. PCOS makes things harder but doesn't blow a hole in physics so the calories in < calories out equation should still work.

3.) Still couldn't lose weight despite calorie cutting, exercising with increasing frequency, and trying a PCOS friendly diet. Went to another doctor. Same answer as before. Bloodwork is 100% perfect. Stats of an athlete yet I'm still overweight. Many I unnos later, I concluded that the FL medical establishment is full of fucktards.

4.) Biggest Loser-style campaign to lose weight. Succeeded at first but was not maintainable. Gained back 25bs I'd lost and then some. Tried again. Same thing. Tried again. Same thing. Weight cycling, if you didn't know, wrecks your metabolism. 

5.) Now, in order to lose weight, I need to literally starve. Can't do it. I'm stuck until someone shows me how I can fix a destroyed metabolism. So far, there has been no credible answer. I don't want to be fat. I don't want an excuse to be fat. I just want to be able to lose weight like a normal human being. That would make me happy.

I have no tolerance for self-pity in any form.

Self-pity is always useless and unproductive but I don't judge people for it. Some legitimately do deserve pity, even if it's only coming from themselves. However, it won't accomplish anything and it very often becomes an excuse for inaction.

while also cursing myself for not living up to standards I myself try very hard to not define because I am completely aware of how unlikely I am to achieve them BECAUSE of the blatantly heavy odds I've faced.
 
I can't speak for you but I feel like a heinously underachieving lout most of the time. I feel as though I should be able to accomplish a great deal more with the tools I have yet as the absence of any great accomplishments on my part testifies, clearly, I'm missing some key, essential component.
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sevas-tra Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I read it, I relate, but I'm not good at writing so I usually either don't bother or erase what I spent too long typing.
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xxMossfacexx Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
My hobby is mostly sitting around rotting my eyes out of my head on my fancy metal and plastic box filled with wires and electricity, doing menial, pointless, repetitive tasks, like trying to not suck ass at some sort of art, and wondering how long it will take my conditions to kill me while I pretend like everything is okay even though it's not, then feeling bad for not telling people why I am secluding myself from them when it is mostly me training them for my inevitable absence and then also feeling bad because I should really try harder then feeling bad for just thinking it instead of doing it even though I gave up a few years ago because I knew that caring was pointless, and alongside all that I am trying to master the art of not giving a fuck and that's comin' along swimmingly at least. That's how I spend most of my time when I am not paying someone to force knowledge into my grey matter shit or trying to figure out how disability works so I'd consider it my hobby at this point, as I struggle not to let the existential dread set in. Mostly because I am often too sick to do my other hobbies, like stabbing fabric into shapes with needles or brainwashing animals to do my bidding and amuse me with tricks. That or crushing sticky mud into shapes and then stuffing it in an enclosed box of fire, to make it stay in the shape I have mushed it into, or maybe using my metal and plastic box fillled with wires and electricity to simulate calligraphic techniques, that I attempt to form into some cogent bit of language, with which I may amuse myself or others.
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webkilla Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
I put on rubber, leather and metal kit - then beat people with sticks
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Calicolupe Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017
-squint- I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
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Topkicker26 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
:rofl: Cuckoo kachoo!
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majna Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Student Traditional Artist
My hobby... i sit before a conglomerate of metal silicone and plastics that incessantly calculates and cogitates the best way to render the visual results of the excessively complicated simulations typically called "games", i do this because now some months after finishing my university education i am in a dearth of inspiration comparable to how much warmth and sunshine someone would find in the Marianas sea trench.

When i am in the "mood"  i type stories into this metal/plastic cogitation box describing a time place and world where the notion of human intelligence is looked upon with the same peculiar disdain most would give to the idea of several trillion amoebas wired into an equal number of microscopic typewriters somehow producing Mein kampf?... Confusion disgust and a sudden desire for an anti microbial scrub...This is not to say i desire germicide just that i am a little misanthropic and feel more than a little perplexed at the world and the decisions made by those within... that and the feeling that anything looking down on any world with humans would probably feel a similar breed of patronising amusement to someone watching a animals do the funniest things video on YouTube. 

I make attempts at depicting both things from my life and stories upon either compressed plant fibers or sheets of fabric stretched across frames of shaped and pickled tree flesh... practice is still a ambivalent endeavour as i know that i will only really understand how much i have improved or degraded after some has passed typically weeks months or occasionally years.

i have resigned myself from healthy living after watching an ungodly number of my relatives die from cancer shortly after their sixtieth birthday, or hit the fast track to dementia and Alzheimer's if they live past that point, I now at the age of thirty four find that i would rather have a good life than a long one.

All in all i think i am happy, though i have some regrets such as the side effects of my research for my fine art dissertation, why oh why would months of digesting a plethora of surrealist imagery and 20th century art history have given me months of pseudo sexual dreams each morning where i wake up certain that mere moments before i was doing unusual things with a melting pot of, H,R Gigers biomechaniods some of the more freaky depictions of Francis Bacon, with extra helpings of flavour from David Cronenberg and John Carpenter.... i have woken many times in a cold but not uncomfortable sweat confused as to why the imagined sensation of tendrils under my skin felt so pleasant :wtf:
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Oneironautika Featured By Owner Edited Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist Photographer
I like to try to break the Guinness World Record for having the most unfinished ideas for stories and assorted mad science.

I also like pointing a small box with an attached lens and light sensor at pretty things to capture their image and planning to later upload them to DA, but never seeming to get around to that.

I'm also succeeding in my goal of elevating my mastery of the art of pointless procrastination to almost superhuman levels, while eating microwave pasta and thinking of fluffy bunnies at the same time.

I also really love Bobbie's artwork and writing, and think she's much much much much much much much much much much much (x1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 to the power of infinity) better than she thinks she is.  Also thinking she should collect all her extremely hilarious journal content together into a book and market it as an antidepressant :)

In my spare time, I also like to disengage from reality with hunks of dead tattooed plant matter, and try to find more exciting things to do before my wreck of a body finally falls apart at around 42.  (Something I consider oddly ironic knowing that number's relation to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything!)

Now that I'm done posting this, I'm off.  I have much pointless procrastination to do...  ;)
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
I like to try to break the Guinness World Record for having the most unfinished ideas for stories

HAHAHAH. XD That's funny.... that you think you could ever break my record. :| (Blank Stare)

Also thinking she should collect all her extremely hilarious journal content together into a book and market it as an antidepressant

Ffff. XD Lol. I think it would probably end up being more of a warning against the perils of navel-gazing.
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Oneironautika Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Hobbyist Photographer
HAHAHAH. XD That's funny.... that you think you could ever break my record. :| (Blank Stare)

ooo, a challenge, eh?  Bring it on! ;)
*fires up VLC and starts playing "Eye of the Tiger" at extremely window-shatteringly high volume!*
Bobby Catmull - Icon

Ffff. XD Lol. I think it would probably end up being more of a warning against the perils of navel-gazing.

Well, I'm more than happy to gaze at your navel anytime! :D
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
XD You're so bad. *spank*
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Oneironautika Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Hobbyist Photographer
*tries to look all sweet and innocent...* :evilinnocent: 
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DamnedComic Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I would describe working in DAZ studio much the same as you have here, with the added steps of rendering, and waiting, sometimes upwards of 30 minutes, to find that what I have done is an abomination to the human race, and completely unacceptable, which means, I have to stop my render, make multiple changes, and then try the render again, only to find out that my changes have made things worse than before, and must be sacked, and done in a different way. Ten hours later, and multiple stops and starts behind me, I start rendering, which will take about another twelve hours, before it looks acceptable enough to be fixed in photoshop, which would require all of the steps you have written in your post. Ah the joys of digital art!
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FrankT Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
I like to sit hunched over a computer screen making very strange, dark noises which I then post on the internet for other people who like to listen to strange dark noises to listen to.  I also quite like using ground carbon mixed with water or the extract from nails and tree wounds to make pretty marks on paper.  I also rather like lifting large lumps of metal off the floor and putting them back down again repeatedly
Not a patch on yours though :)
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James-Is-James Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Is it a hobby? An obsession? Or am I just addicted to the 60 HZ flicker of the display?
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
It is both, my fellow sufferer. Both indeed. *Sttttaaarrre*
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James-Is-James Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Ooh, staring...  When I was a young'un, I once read a story about a zookeeper who was chased out of a monkey enclosure (an island really) for staring at a particular animal.  If only I'd remembered  that when confronting the caged chimpanzees at the now defunct "Monkey Jungle" in Florida...
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LiamIsABrain Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
My life is just a kaleidoscope of unpursued pipe-dream hobbies. So many uncreated drawings and songs and comics and films and games left rotting in the furthest depths of my brain as the cacophonic fear of my own mortality grows louder and louder.

You are an amazing writer by the way. La la la la 
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Heh. Thanks. :D I can relate, btw. I think I could probably write a LotR-length book consisting of nothing but all the ideas I've ever had that will come to nothing.
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VaSilky-0bea Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Student General Artist
~I slave over a small tin of flammable liquid for around half an hour whilst two condensed rolls of material used in making bulletproof vests are soaked in said liquid in order
to set the material attached to cheap chains on fire. Once lit, I swing these chains with the strange looking rolls around whilst on fire, hitting myself countless times
which in fact stain my clothes and give off a horrible aroma which smells like a weak poison.

I do all this for possibly 2-4 minutes of dangerous swinging in which my hands are sometimes burned in order to gain a higher level of 'coolness' to friends. Most of the time
all the hard work and pain to do such a task is for a mere "Looks cool." Compliment and nothing more.~

How I love my sad, terribly explained fire dancing hobby :D
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Heheh. XD Lol. Ya know, I can relate. Ya pour your heart and soul into something only to be met with "looks cool" which leaves you feeling demoralized and unsatisfied yet we keep doing it anyway, don't we? Because we love it.
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Rainbow-Foxy Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017  Student General Artist
I enjoy taking burnt and charred tree matter and rubbing it erratically against condensed layers of dead foliage as I stare at naked individuals a little ways beyond my line of sight.

Often times I also exude hours of my manual labor procuring pixels in computer programs that exist only within a technological cage to share on platforms accessible through more technological cages, or in order to exchange with others for more pixels.

Sometimes I enjoy taking combined pieces of metal with moving parts to eject smaller metal moving parts at high velocities at hanging marked metal or paper sheets.

I also really liked to procure discordant vibrations and sound waves with an organ above my thoracic cavity alongside more sound waves that are being produced by an electric box.
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
I enjoy taking burnt and charred tree matter and rubbing it erratically against condensed layers of dead foliage as I stare at naked individuals a little ways beyond my line of sight.

Figure drawing? =P
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Rainbow-Foxy Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Student General Artist
Yes :p
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Small-Brown-Dog Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017
I too sit hunched over a desk for hours on end, staring at a computer screen where my only productivity is making up very complicated swear words and phrases  - its very therapeutic.
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BJPentecost Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Haha. XD That is an amusing hobby.
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aetheldeviant Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2017
I... can't top this. Bravo.
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