Category Archives: Powers

Habit RPG! Wield yourself

We all have bad habits. Imagine if you could change ’em until they were all good ones.

Yeah, you’d become a funken warlock.

(Insert your name here), they’d say, the Aeontwister, the Mindcolonoscopist, The Archsaucier, purveyor of galaxysalsa.

I’m no warlock, but lookee, I am a mage.

Me

All thanks to this handy app (both for ios and Android). Habit RPG!

Make your life into a role playing game, where you turn all your good habits into things that give you experience and gold. And wenches! Gender-neutral cyberwenches that (even though they’re processors are based on binary) recognise that gender and sexuality isn’t.

It’s like A PC PC with a P and a V!

Yeah-yeah!

Habit RPG acts on these elements:

Instant gratification (Gold/Experience/Booty(ifyaknowwhatimean))

Consequences (bad habits make you lose health)

Accountability (You can do quests with your friends and hell hath no fury like a lv. 32 rogue who’s lv. 11 warrior buddy wussed-out mid quest.)

Seriously, my name is Mik3y. Let’s go F@#! up the Rat King.

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How to be happy forever

How-to-be-happy-foreverZis is mein projekt for the ODMA (Ogilvy Digital Marketing Academy) and it’s a simple philosophy that I’ve spent many an Oppikoppi refining. It’s helping me drink deep from the soup bone of life.

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The University of Youtube

How bored do you get in a classroom? I get unbefuckinglevingly bored.

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Boredom with such fury, that if it could be harnassed as energy, we could invent magic. And not the metaphor. I mean Harry Potter shit y’all.  Rip out my bitchin’ nuclear powered wand and bam, warp space and time and your face is a turnip. Suck it, physics.

That bored.

I’m not saying classrooms have no purpose. The structured remedial hand of a tutor can be indispensable when learning because it’s just that, structured. But you need to nab those internet ADDelinquents by the nads and stop blaming the youth for being young and existing within a world that they do. Entertain, simplify. Because odds are you’re being superfluous anyway if you’re unable to get a basic concept across in tout suite fashion.

Boring. Sorry.

Check it:

Learn backflips.

Why videos are dope.

Learn some smart guff.

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Apply for a job by doing the job

I recently applied for an illustration job for TEDex Johannesburg. Instead of sending them a CV or writing some nonsense of me believing in whale-saving or biomechanical weasel-engineering, I just showed them I could draw. By drawing:

I-draw-awesomeI got the job.

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K the F O 3 !!!!!!!!!

That’s 9 exclamation marks. 3 x 3. I was going to go to 27, but you don’t want to get on the dark side of whoo-girls (I’m pretty sure you have to pay royalties to them for every exclamation mark you go over 4. ZOMG. YOLO).

It’s been nuts. But it’s done. Smear your ocular orbs with baby oil, because this puppy is on the offender list, namsayin’? Here’s the first one and the second, in case you missed it.

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You will forget, which you’ll regret. Boba Fett.

takin'-notesObscure Star Wars reference, or life lesson? Both. And it rhymes. Bam.

Get yourself a notebook.

The human brain is butter. No seriously, the human brain is the consistency of butter. What fool would let his/her/hurrrgh life be controlled by the fat that quite literally marbles the brain. A fool, that’s who.

Imagine you’re trying to come up with an idea, from nothing, from nowhere. Odds are that the substance of that idea will be of that which it draws from, namely nothing – flimsy, like a limp-wristed badminton player that enjoys powdering the very tip of their nose with the delicate powder that keeps marshmallows separate.

Your ideas should be informed by life, true events and personal experience. Write what you know. And the only way to know what you know is to remember. And how will you remember when you have a fat head?

Notebook.

Also, separate your self-involved anecdotes into sections. The idea is to order your thoughts, not create another labyrinthine hall of narcissism that you’ll never look at again. Online resources are available, like Evernote and Simplenote, but I often feel technology doesn’t have the same hipsteresque appeal of analogue pen and paper.

Boba Fett will never forget. Vengeance drives him. But you don’t, you have a baconbrain.

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Hug those idiots at the watercooler

Foster true relationships with your colleagues. No really.

I made the grievous mistake to think that you should keep work and play separate. The ideal is to have your weekends and weeks bleed into each other, when the people that buy your fish and O2 are the people that you share your fish with. Because lord knows they take your O2 anyway, the damn moochers.

But for real real.

Think about the funnest work you’ve ever done. If you’re like me, it’s probably that off-beat stupid video you made on a drunken whim when you didn’t have anything vicing your angerglands except for a burning desire lodged within those same mansatchels.

Clients have a tendency to dilute the artistic integrity of your craft, sometimes even up to the point when you throw your hands up and say “I’ll make it, you damn machine-cog, but I’ll have eyes more glazed than honeyed hams.” Alliteration. Don’t compound the soulless interest.

You cannot separate work and play, because by it’s very definition you’ll separate your soul from your hands. And everybody knows Raziel without the Soul Reaver is just a tall smurf with an overbite.

You play with your friends, you work and make belittling comments behind your colleagues’ backs. Foster the former, obliterate the latter. By. any. means. nessy.

This is a animation I made for Bulelwa, and I love her to horrific facemelting death-death.

Peace.

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Face your fears with your face.

Yeah, it’s my face. But scary.

Face your fears

It’ s just you, man.

This accident made me realise that you’re not frightened of crime, of explosions, of radiated mutant shurikens. You’re afraid of losing yourself, of losing your precious identity. How could you go on without, say, legs? I’m a backflipper, it’s sorta hard to flip without the ol’ jumpin’ pistons.

Once you become okay with the idea that your identity is fluid, that you can become, and probably will become a completely different person the next time you stumble on that all important existential question of “who am I?” then, you’ll be okay.

Even dying, the ultimate loss of identity, isn’t that scary when you consider that you won’t be there to experience the loss.

Just let go, it’s okay. Life’s only scary when you’re scared.

Oh, and the cinemagraph was made by my dear friend Adam Heyns, a newly gifted gif giver.

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Making Face Melting Comics: Step 3.1 Greatscale!

Due to my computer’s untimely demise I had to redo the bulk of K the F O 3’s colouring.

Here’s me getting back on the unsaturated horse.

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You can’t do everything all the time forever, ever.

The title’s a little wordy, so let me clarify.

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You have a finite amount of time. Sillily obvious, I know, but worth noting anyway.

I tried to do gymnastics, comics, opera, dance, gaze at everything on the internet and run this here blog all at the same time.

This had the effect of me doing everything half-butted.

Then I told myself: “All you need to do is try HARDER! DO IT ALL! DON”T SLEEP! EAT A LIVE COCKATOO AND ABSORB ITS LIFE ENERGY!”

This is dumb.

I tried to give 100% to all my projects, which meant I had to give 500% of myself at any given time.

Be smart enough to know your current limitations so you can move past them. Partition your projects into little bits and chew them at times that you can actually taste them all equally.

Tooolverrinne!

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