#ruix

Also these little beasts I used the default Windows 98 MS Paint color palette for most of these and it SUCKED

@lichfromspace 's big boi booping the sillies

hahaha fast angst comic go brrrbrbrrrrrr So, Ruix gets finally caught by a bounty hunter he can’t outsmart. And Ilisine(belongs to @/Agengi here in tumblr) feels it through their telepathic bond. bonus resolution under cut, seriously, look at the read more if the comic above leaves you feeling sad

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2apdYNrSGRO4ncWH13IuXc?si=1ynwpPdhRBGtETqwNw5izg

Can't sit straight if you ain't it.

Gonna start posting squid people drawings here from now on and reblogging them to main

(Which is a tower given to them by two old elf ladies of mysterious reasonings.)

-Dyon. Has a whole studio/workshop room for their different prosthetics.

-Zeke. Has a room that is basically a small temple.

-Estigiae. Has a room, almost never uses it, prefers to hang out around the garden.

-Fafa. Owns two rooms, a laboratory and a chicken room, has he has pet chickens.

-Thalia. Shares a room with her girlfriend, Yatul.

-Xell. Has a room, she's under strict vigilance as she hasn't proved yet that she won't cause problems.

-Nikao. They have a room full of art supplies and writing supplies, they like to draw and write when alone. They usually hang around Dyon and Thalia unless Fafa requires of their assistance or is teaching them something new.

Squids not allowed in the Midnight Tower.

Ruix: 10 feet, 2 inches. And very aware of his towering height.

Fafa: 8 feet 6 inches tall.

Dyon: 6 feet 9 inches. They're a bit small for an ulitharid, but don't worry, they compensate that with their personality.

Estigiae: 6 feet tall.

Zeke: 5 feet 1 inches. Mention his small height and he will stomp you.

Thalia: 9 feet tall. She's tall and sometimes forgets it and bumps her head with doors a lot, she's not very clever.

Xell: 5 feet 7 inches tall.

Hey, pals. I’ve decided to bring back the Ruix blog. So let’s delve into the last nine or so months and I’ll fill you in on some lost time.

First of all, I’ve decided to resurrect the Ruix blog for a couple of reasons. I’ve recently been invited to participate in the music and film review blog for the record store, Twist and Shout, where I currently work. (More on them in a while). Before I do that, I’d kind of like to begin writing and producing content just for practice’s sake. I ain’t written shit for months and it’s starting to bother me. So, I’m going to start writing some thoughts out here. Some of it may be long winded and unnecessary, but hey... so is my personality, according to many of you. The other reason is because I realized that just because I moved out of Dubuque, doesn’t make me any less affiliated with Ruix. Ruix the zine, will hopefully always continue in some form or another whether I am contributing to it or not. But Ruix, as a concept, has always been about art and music, DIY aesthetic and above all, collaboration among friends and peers in our community. In that respect, I’ll always be connected to Ruix, so why not continue the blog from Denver? (Plus the word itself, ‘ruix,’ is a word my younger brother made up when he was a kid to mean penis, so there’s that).

Which brings me to my first point. My girlfriend Kim and I moved to Denver in August of last summer. Most of you reading this probably know that. We moved at a time when not only my brother and sister-in-law moved there, but also some of my best friends, so the timing felt comfortable. I also graduated from NICC last May and promptly got into the University of Colorado Denver out here so that I could pursue my bachelor’s degree in Media Studies. I also got into my “dream” school (I put that in quotes because I only recently decided it was my dream school), Emerson College in Boston which was super exciting and unexpected. However, I opted for Denver because I believe the average price for a one-bedroom apartment in Boston is around $200 million a month. So here we are. And honestly, I do not regret the decision in the slightest. It’s gorgeous out here, everyone we’ve met are super cool and I got a really rad job.

Oh that. Yeah, I got a job at one of the largest and most reputable record stores still left in this country, Twist and Shout Records. It’s a job that I love, that I’ve been doing for over a decade, I love all of the folks that I work with, I get a killer discount on shit and, as I said before, I get to do a little writing for them. If I had one gripe, it would be that the pay isn’t great (which is really less of a gripe and more of a factual statement about a common thing in retail) so I am on the lookout for a second part-time job as of late. So if anyone I know in the Denver area is reading this and has a lead on an investment banking gig or a lawyerin’ gig or maybe a CEO-of-a-Fortune-500-Company gig I can apply to, please let me know. 

(But in all seriousness, I am actually looking for bartending or barbacking jobs at the moment).

I’m playing music, which feels good. I started playing with one Mr. Jeremy Brashaw back in October or so and it’s been a hell of an outlet for both of us, creatively. Recently, Drew Bissell, the aforementioned pal who moved out here at the same time, started joining us and the shit we’ve been coming up with has been incredible. It’s largely improv, with some written parts Frankensteined together to make for, what I like to call a cross between Pharoah Sanders and Lungfish... or something like that. Anyway, it’s great. And we hope to debut it live sometime in April when our pal Bob Bucko Jr. comes out here on his spring tour.

I’ve also been playing with a Denver garage band called The Trip that is made up of a couple of new pals that I met out here, one of whom I work with. We had our first show not this past Saturday, but last Saturday on February 18. (I missed a Tracii Guns/Phil Lewis reunion L.A. Guns show to rock with these guys. If you know me, you know that’s a big deal). Anyway, it was a really fun show that was NEARLY thwarted into not being so fun by a person literally shitting on the floor of the bar. I’ve been going to shows most of my life and playing shows for most of THAT time, and not ONCE have I ever seen literal fresh human shit laid upon the floor. It was during the second band. I was walking over to meet one of my bandmate’s wife and out of nowhere the smell hit us, as we were shaking hands. We all tried to brush it off and act like nothing was off, but then I started gagging and had to go outside which, in retrospect, I hope my friend’s wife didn’t take offense to. Kim was the one that pointed out the ACTUAL shit on the floor, being smeared around by oblivious dancing showgoers. The bartender came out with the mop bucket and the whole bit. The smell never really got completely out of there either. But all-in-all, it’s a pretty funny story to tell. And by the time we got onstage, the dookie was cleaned up and it smelled mostly like Pine Sol in there (which, in a way, is just as bad because I knew what that Pine Sol was covering up, but I digress). Popular consensus was that the culprit was a homeless (or homeless-looking, at least) dirtball that had already been kicked out once before, came back in and dropped a grudge-deuce in his JNCO’s, plopped it onto the floor in the middle of where people were watching the show, and bailed.

And THAT was how my very first show in Denver went down.

A lot has happened to both Kim and I since moving here and I don’t want my first entry back to be a TL;DR. So, I’m going to end on the shit story note. However, as I said, I plan on being back here more often to update you all and perhaps even relay some more stories from our first 6 months as Coloradoans as often as I can (maybe not every week, but often). I think I covered the most important bullet points, anyway. For now, I’d like to leave you with a recent obsession of mine, a song that has served as a soundtrack to much of our life since we’ve been here (for better or worse). Enjoy.