Saturday, April 16, 2011

Still sick

Man alive, where the hell are my super-healing abilities??
Normally, I don't get sick. If I cut myself, it heals up nice and quick.

I had a bit of a rant about why am I healing up so slowly typed out and it occurs to me that I should really be grateful I'm almost better inside of a week, when most folks take about a month to deal with all this.

So.. here's some Bear-bear & Tortle. They're stuffed-animal-shaped pillows, soft on one side, furry-soft-fuzzy-snuggly on the other. And when you're sick, it's nice to have something soft to throw over your face while avoiding the morning light.

I've thought about doing a lil webcomic based off these two and their (mis)adventures while their humans are out. But I'm not so great at writing family-friendly funny stuffs.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


I hate allergies.
Most of mine are seasonal, and some are specific.
Ragweed, pollen, grass... chalk dust, penicillin, smoke, idiots. Allergic to them all.

I noticed the sniffles a couple days ago. Hoped I had more time before they attacked in force, but my time's run out.

Normally, I'll down an Aerius or two, and be good for about half a work-day.
Oh yeah... guess I forgot to mention I have some weird near-immunity to most drugs.
One summer, baling hay, I went through an entire box of Claritin Extra Strength in an afternoon, just to get the job done.

Sinutab, Allegra D and Claritin are usually good for a few hours, especially if I'm active. But if I'm sitting at a computer, or working where I have to have my head tilted forward or down, I'm sunk. So far, Aerius is the only thing that really works for most scenarios I find myself in, and even though it's supposed to be a 12 or 24hour pill, I'm still only good for at-most 8hours. Better than nothing though.

So.. here's how I'm feeling:

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Multi-projects Pt.2

So I've decided that, while unemployed, I am going to start taking a day a week just for me.
Well, not really. More like, for me to work on my portfolio, and artistic pursuits.

I've chosen Friday as My-Day. So, I'll get up, do my normal job-hunt stuff, and then spend the rest of the day fueling the ol' creative furnace and see what doesn't get belched out the smokestack, as it were.

I've been helping an old boss / pal for a couple weeks, mostly in the morning, do some odd jobs.
When he asked why I wasn't available Friday, I explained to him that Friday is `portfolio work day`.
He mocked me.
Now, normally, I would respond in-kind.. but instead, my snarky-retort came out more sincere and sad than snarky.
I asked him what he wanted to be as a kid, when he grew up.
The typical `fireman, policeman, space-guy` answer came forth. (My pal is very much a macho-kinda guy, so it makes sense). Now here is where I expected my snarky retort to come out, both-barrels and full-swing..yet it came out rather sad instead - "Why did you give up on your dream?"

His response that he can't really see himself doing anything other than what he does now is a full-mix of admiration, comfort, sadness and horror. It's comforting to know a man enjoys(more or less) what he does, comforting to know he's settled into it as a career(which is rare nowadays), saddening because how could you not see yourself doing other things?, and horrific(to me) because having that lack of self-expansion, of being comfy in your bird-cage, as it were, means never flying and tasting new fruits.

Still, I have to chase my dream. HAVE TO. It's nice that I want to, because I HAVE TO. If I stopped doodling, drawing, and creating worlds in my head, it's because I've either died, or had severe head trauma that's basically made me someone who isn't me...and screw that noise, right? I'm gonna be me until I die.

On that note, a compatriot to the roughsketch of yesterday (same world):

Monday, April 11, 2011


I think I'm beginning to see how some writers can write 7 or 8 different projects, some of which exist in the same general universe, some of which inhabit their own universes complete and apart from the other projects they're working on.

I've about 3 things on the go right now that I keep fleshing out, bit by bit, tweaking, fixing, retweaking, adding, creating, making.
When I tell people I've got worlds upon worlds upon galaxies swirling about in my head, I'm not lying, and it's only now that I'm forcing myself to get them out and prepared to be shared with the world.
Kind of scary... because I know I have a "unique" sense of humour, and I tend to enjoy going where most places fear to tread (fear of the backlash, usually).

One thing I do have to be careful of is delving into my past experiences and enjoyments too much, because the more I sample from one or two areas, the more those influences show through, and suddenly, this thing I'm creating isn't mine, per se, but a fan-fic or something like that, and no, just no, this thing is my own. The characters, the places, the worlds are my creations. From my head, to paper(or phosphor screen.. LED if you're lucky..probably LCD for most), it's my creation.

And as such, here's a quick mock-up of one of the characters from one of the worlds I'm dripping out of my head and onto something more than just my imagination.

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