Four going on five updates missed! Yoo-hoo! However progress on the comic shows signs of getting out ot the ICU sometime this week.
So my kitchen faucet blew up and flooded the kitchen yesterday. I called my wife distraught and she threatened to call 911 on me. I cleaned it up and hopefully a plumber will be by today. I got it back together but it's leaking everywhere.
Question to all you graphic artist types: do you often have to write the copy too? I get a pile of notes over the phone and have to write everything up. I've been doing the hand-outs for over a year now but please everytime I get another one to do, I have to do more than last time. I hope they won't be asking me to book their speakers soon. lol!
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Question to all you graphic artist types: do you often have to write the copy too?It depends on the type of job, it really really does.
I don't like writing stuff up because the info is usually too specialised. And I hate lying blatantly anyway ("we believe in high quality and doing things by the most stringent standards!" …don't they all?)
It's usually not a problem. With websites it can be though.
(I wish Borders would get back to me though, I stood up for 30 minutes taking their freaking random-personality-questions quiz, and I want a discount on all these books I keep buying)
Good luck with that. I applied there for 3 years straight and never got a reply.
DD, how does one ignore mental rape?You pretty much answered your own question right there. Sleep is the best way to ignore anything.
i need sleep : (
As for my rant: I think I've officially reached the point of saturation. I've slept for the last 18 hours straight. I'm not sure what to do with myself at the moment. Normally I'd just go back to sleep.
I haven't had the courage to step on a scale since just before Christmas. I didn't gorge myself or anything. Actually I continued losing weight over Thanksgiving, but I'm still scared. Think I'll continue my ultra low calorie eating for another week or two before I get up the nerve.
(I blame my brother. He's a junk food junkie, and when he visits, we fall into all our old habits and hobbies. -_- Still, I had water while he was having soda, and I talked him into a midnight salad instead of chips. – It's not fair. He's the thinnest person in our family!)
My strip has dropped something like 150 points over the holiday season and it looks like I'm not going to regain those readers. I think it's because my readers realize that the strip is already as good as it's ever going to be and now I'm hemorrhaging that readership.
The last time this happened with a different strip I gnawed on my own liver in anguish but this time . . . well, it's just the cycle of cartooning life for some of us amateurs.
I'm not going to change my style [writing or art] because I enjoy it, and so I am going to regretfully wave goodbye to that former readership. It was nice while it lasted; a real ego boost. :)
Went out with my mom today…spending time alone with her is stressful enough for me, but we were going shopping, which always makes me grumpy too. The whole drive there she talked about how my father is a bad parent, and the whole way back she nagged me about "filling up on empty calories" because I got a chai latte from Starbucks.
On the plus side, I got fuzzy pajamas and a hat as big as me.
I hate when i go see movies that i know are going to end sadly and i end up crying anyways -.- Broke out in sobs at the end of benjamin button, It was a little long winded but it's definitely going to be drowned in awards up to the neck.
What happened to steven speilberg? I used to love all his movies then they started getting weird or just 'tom hanks the movie' and he dropped off the movie screens.
"Thirded!" on the shopping with Ma rant. It only happens about once every couple years, but inevitably it involved me sulking behind her as she checks every sale rack in the free world, pausing occasionally to hold something up to me and comment on how "precious" it would look. Sometimes it has ruffles. RUFFLES! C'mon Ma, you've known me for 27 years now; have you ever known my reaction to the word "precious", or anything that might be described as such, to be anything other than projectile vomiting, a la Linda Blair?
I am blessed among men as my wife is not interested in shopping. This is good since I always go with her. She is as focused as a laser. She knows what she needs or wants and the shop either has it or it doesn't. Bliss!
I'm like that too- I take after my Dad. Our shopping motto is "In, Out, Nobody gets hurt."
I miss my last girlfriend's motto for shopping "log on, click, back to videogames with boyfriend."
I never knew that was quite such a rare trait until recently.
I'm just incredibly happy to be heading back to school in the morning. I love my family and all, but I'm ready to be back with my friends, working on art and doing what I do best in my own place, on my own time and in my own way.
On top of that, I sold a couple of these dinky little koi I built from old school milkcartons and left over bristol board for $10. I think it's the first time I've ever sold a piece of art that wasn't intended as a commission or design work and eas just something I created for shits and giggles. It's a really good, accomplished feeling when something you did for the pure joy of it is appreciated and makes you some money. I made these dumb little things to be taped to walls as little impromptu sculptures that could be set up quickly and retrieved later and I think I hit on something big. milkcarton koi
This morning my dad got frustrated with my sister and I and just, like…left. Only for the day I mean, but still. My dad is pretty much the last of my family(I don't include my mother because I spend most of my time trying to avoid talking to her) and if he's gone, who do I still have? Thankfully I have a couple good friends, one in particular who I know I'll always be able to turn to.
My dad brought me home a graphic novel by Will Eisner, I think it's his way of apologizing. But I'm pretty upset by this. The rest of my (extended) family has all left me and that was hard enough, I couldn't live without the support of my dad.
I've never had so much to rant about in such a short period of time.
Anyway, I am sick of most of my friends. A grand majority of them like to use "lulz" in real life, mid-conversation, to emulate laughter. As opposed to, y'know, laughing. It's not a fucking word, stop using it.
My dad brought me home a graphic novel by Will Eisner, I think it's his way of apologizing.You should thank him. Will Eisner is tha sh!t!!
I'd give you a hug for real. But that's impossible. So I will compensate with cyber hugs!! (whether you like hugs or not!)
*hug*
8D
My cyber-space has been violated! :P Thanks though.
EDIT: Source = bad hummusI thought you said "Bad Humans" I was reminded of a terrible joke by Sarah Silverman :)
Anyway, I am sick of most of my friends. A grand majority of them like to use "lulz" in real life, mid-conversation, to emulate laughter. As opposed to, y'know, laughing. It's not a fucking word, stop using it.Fortunately the only place I get that is people in TF2 online… Why don't they just laugh instead? Laughing out the word "LOL" is just **cking lame. It'd be like me actually saying "**cking" with the self censoring like that. lol!
Or using that laughing smiley instead of actually laughing.
My dogs are driving me insane. For the past three days, one dog has been whining and following me around and generally being a jerk, non-stop. I think it's because there's a dog in heat in our neighborhood; he's done it before. He finally cut it out today, but now the other dog is whining constantly, and following me around, and yelping every time I move too suddenly. I think she ate something she shouldn't have, and is having trouble digesting it. She's done that before, too.
But whining. Constant whining. And pacing. Under my feet. Constant pacing. She's doing it now. And I can't do anything to stop it. Yelling at her (which I can't help but do) just scares them both, and makes it worse; and it's not like I'm going to "punish" her for not feeling well, or whatever the fuck the problem is.
I love my dogs, really. More than anything. But the whining. Oh, the whining. I have a very short fuse. Pathologically short. I have to swallow fistfuls of pills daily, just so I don't beat people to death for standing too close to me in line at the grocery. I can't get any work done like this, so I think I'm just going to go sit in the backyard and chain smoke until I'm tired.
Yeah, I know. I'd be a terrible mother, right?
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