| Why hello there |
[Oct. 6th, 2010|01:23 pm] |
Hey you. Livejournal. You come around here often? What you say me and you have a talk? I know we haven't been close lately, but I'm gonna fix that real quick.
Sorta scared right now. Broke my collarbone a few months ago, and tomorrow they're gonna open me up and fix it. I've never had surgery before, so this is sort of a big deal to me. I usually go white when I get probed with needles, and I have such a hard time being around people moaning in pain. That's sort of what I picture a hospital to be like, a bunch of people drugged out, moaning and wandering around like zombies with their asses showing. Not to say I don't like zombies. Or asses.
So I'm trying to picture an alternate situation. Like, basically these people are gonna get me real high for free (thanks to anesthesia & insurance), and then pamper my ass for a day. I can act like a spoiled child, ringing my bell every time I feel like I'm not getting any attention. Maybe my nurse will be hot. Who knows what the future will bring?
Still scared, though. Can't wait for it to be done with. |
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| Day 2 in Europe a long time ago... |
[Feb. 17th, 2010|02:02 am] |
Here's the next entry from my diary of Europe:
You know what this reminds me of a little? The Phoenix Comicon. The first day was a total culture shock, where you feel like you really don´t belong. The second day you´ve gotten used to being a little out of place and start to not care.
The streets are wonderful here. The city never sleeps (at least on the weekends), and you can always hear some sort of music or entertainment off in the distance. Most of the people staying in my room didn´t get back until well into the morning (I crashed pretty early). The ambulance and police sirens sound different than in America, and you´ll hear a lot of smaller-engine vehicles - I thought someone was mowing outside until the sound grew quiet and faded off.
I´m headed to one of the markets this morning. Every Sunday in the southern part of Madrid they hold these, and there´s supposed to be some really amazing stuff. The people who live here talk about it the most (between people I met on the plane and here at the hostel) rather than tourists, so I´m excited to see something a little less touristy. Plus I might be able to find some local comics.
This afternoon I figure I´ll try the tour again (yesterday´s was cancelled since only 3 of us showed up), and wind up at the Prado at some point. I met a girl named Liz, who might be going there today as well. Just got to run into her again...
So that´s the plan. I´ll let you guys know how it goes. |
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| Making up for lost time |
[Feb. 13th, 2010|09:45 am] |
Since I'm missing a year on here, I figure I'll start filling in some blanks each week. We'll start with journal entries from my Europe trip! Here's the first, written on 9/20/08. I had just arrived at my hostel in Madrid, Spain:
Even got free internet access at the hostel I´m at. This keyboard´s in Spanish, and google´s thinking every word I type is spelled wrong. Heh.
Probably won´t do much today other than walk around the town. I´m beat. There´s a tour guide that swings by here for free everyday at 3:15 (and he speaks English!) so maybe I´ll tag along for that. It´s weird though - I´ve gotten 3 hours sleep in just as many days, and things are intriguing enough that it´s somewhat hard to go to sleep. I´ll probably burn out when the sun goes down but we´ll see.
The metro subway line is super fast. The country when you fly over it looks a lot like Arizona - hills and mountains everywhere and lots of brown and yellow. Olive trees everywhere. So far I´ve managed to talk to someone on the plane who lives wherever I´m going to, and I think I´ll keep that up. One guy laid out Toronto for me, and the guy I met from Spain even clued me on to some comic shops and famous local writers/artists.
My hostel sits downtown and the city is dense. It´s what I imagine New York to be, but having never been there I´m not sure how accurate that is. People everywhere, cars everywhere, and some really nice sculptures built into the architecture. Streets are somewhat poorly labeled - you´ll see a sign on the sign of the building if you´re lucky. Since the landscape is so hilly (2nd most mountainous country next to Sweden according to my Spanish friend), the streets take on the same slopes you see in San Francisco. Streets are tight (´cept for the a few main ones) and a lot of times you´ll see cars parked on both sides of a one-way road with just enough space for another car to squeeze through.
That´s all I got for now - just barely got off the metro. More soon! |
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| Guess who's back!? |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|06:30 pm] |
Me!
I've had a good time going back through this thing the last couple of days, and having a year of no posts makes me a little sad. So I'm gonna fix this, real quick.
Today will be about work meetings and how much I hate them. There's a small group of us that meet monthly with the person who runs all of admin in the building. I'm pretty sure the group was formed years ago when an employee survey came back negative, stating that management wasn't communicating with the rest of the employees. So our group was made, and each one of us takes a list of concerns our co-workers have and brings them to the room to have them addressed.
You can imagine how this plays out. There is a lot of bitching. For instance, we spent about 15 minutes discussing people speeding in the parking lot. In such great detail! Lots of "My friend almost got hit when..." stories, and someone even volunteered posting pictures of employees who fly through the parking lot in the front lobby! I wanted to bring it to a close, so I asked our manager if anyone had ever been hit by a car in the parking lot. Her answer was no. Then we talked about an e-mail that would go out addressing lunch food being stolen.
Keep in mind I do not work at a school.
I took these precious moments to sketch in my notebook. It started out as a figure-drawing exercise. So I worked out a rough torso, added the arms and head, and then decided to work in a background. I believe at this point we were talking about suggestion boxes - which was actually pretty funny. People were throwing receipts and trash in them instead of suggestions...
Halfway through the meeting and I've got a drawing of a naked man running through a forest.
Everything came to a close after one and a half hours, and I marched down the hallway back to my department, stopping to have a brief conversation with a co-worker who was going on vacation to San Luis Obispo. When I made it back, my boss asked me how the meeting went.
"Wanna see my notes?" I say.
She says yes, and I show her my drawing.
"Why did you stop drawing there?" she said, pointing where the figure's crotch would have been. |
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| Reminder |
[Sep. 17th, 2008|11:34 pm] |
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My webcomic launches this Friday! It'll be at par.exiern.com. I'll be off in Europe for the next couple of weeks, so I probably won't be able to respond until I get back. But have a gander and let me know what you think! |
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| Website update! |
[Aug. 23rd, 2008|10:22 pm] |
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Check out par.exiern.com - just put up some more preview art! If everything goes to plan I'm gonna launch it Sept 19th. Prepare for an eye orgasm. |
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| The Angel of the City |
[Aug. 11th, 2008|03:56 pm] |
Planning my itinerary right now for the Europe trip next month. When looking up museums in Venice, I came across a Guggenheim Collection that houses works by Picasso, Dalí, Magritte, Brancusi, and Pollock. There is also a piece by one Marino Marini called "The Angel of the City."
"The Angel of the City" was cast in 1948 in bronze, and depicts a young man riding a horse with his legs and arms spread-eagled, his dick shooting forth like some kind of fierce (but dull and soft) arrow. Here's a picture if the words didn't pound it in deep enough.
Needless to say, I could be the person in that shot, pondering over why a man would even want to attempt to ride a horse like that. Evidently it is good, pleasurable fun. In a month and a half, expect a picture here of me with it. Expect many.
OH YEAH! There's a story behind that dick. Since the thing was cast in the late 40's, the museum's caretakers were a bit worried about offending VIPs with the horse-rider's salute. So that piece was cast seperately, and made to unscrew (god these jokes write themselves) from his crotch so it could be hidden from view. But here's the kicker - someone must have fallen in love with our horse-rider's throbbing, portable member, because the staff kept losing the damned things. Because so many bronze dicks were being lifted in the museum's womb, they ended up welding one on permanently.
They don't tell you that in school. |
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| The end of a good week |
[Aug. 10th, 2008|11:54 am] |
So I had a brief stint of fame. My week of filler comics for Crossworlds is done, and a tiny forum has been talking about it. Real tiny. But check it out here if you're curious!
http://community.thewotch.com/index.php?showtopic=3629
I seem to be resonating with people in the 10-12 year-old range (I am guessing by grammar) who live in the U.K. Like 3 or 4 of them! Perhaps the site's not as busy as I was thinking. But it's not all for naught (always wanted to say that). Yesterday I registered on the forum and proceeded to advertise my new webcomic, which to me sounds smart but probably not the people who run the site. So we'll see if the forum admins don't get irritated with me for using their space to sell my work.
There has been one reply so far, with a compliment! So the trick worked at least once. Should probably throw a counter on the site. I'm going to keep replying to the topic whenever someone mentions anything at all to keep it running hot at the top of the forums. I'll be like Moses, leading the people to better lands.
That's probably the most offensive thing I could think of saying at this moment. You're welcome. Stay tuned! More soon. Really. |
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| Par |
[Aug. 7th, 2008|04:37 pm] |
I had wanted to make this post when the site was set up, but haven't gotten to it yet...
But here's what I've been up to. I've been doing a lot of coloring work for the people over at Exiern, and the guy who owns the site was nice enough to set me up a subdomain. Beginning in September, I'll have a webcomic located at par.exiern.com. Right now it's just a bunch of text from a quick template.
What you're looking at is the third page in the comic. The story revolves around a kid that gets sick whenever he's seperated from a girl. He passes out when this happens, and has crazy little fantasies about rescuing her.
Nothing too complex. Just wanna have a vehicle for me to let loose and draw as much crazy stuff as possible; get an idea of what people go for and what they don't. The style of storytelling will be very similar to Winsor McKay's (sp?) Little Nemo series. Going to play with page/panel design a LOT. And the boy will turn into whatever he's near (partway at least), like he has with the roach in this picture. That'll give me a chance to mess with costume design a bunch.
Tell me what you think!
*update: par.exiern.com is up now, sorta. I logged in to a basic script the site has built in and uploaded this image and a brief blurb about the comic coming next month. Once I finish getting Dreamweaver set up the site should start looking nicer (not that that would take much effort).
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| Check this out |
[Aug. 3rd, 2008|11:41 pm] |
Got a three-page filler job for www.crossworlds.ws - the first page is up now, and the 2nd & 3rd will post Wednesday & Friday. Not my story, not my characters, but solid enough to make it worth a mention.
Also launching my own webcomic! I will post a page here tomorrow. To say that this new art outshines what I did for crossworlds would be an understatement. Stay tuned. |
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