Friday, June 24, 2011


....and I still have to work tomorrow.

But lo, there be hope somewhere in them hills.
Had an interview this morning. Pays is better, location is much better, work is actually
mentally stimulating instead of draining, physically...worse.. but that's okay, because it means I
can start working out again on a regular basis. I won't be so mentally-dead and physically tired
from work when I'm done.
It'll be a 15-20 minute walk to work, instead of a 30-35minute drive.

I'll know more come monday.. and there's some other decisions to be made..
so in the meantime, while I'm not really doodling or drawing or doing much of anything but trying
to stop yawning all the time.. here's a random critter doodle.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Ahhhh bollockses

I swear to God.. if today had lasted any longer, I'd have to hurt someone out of sheer frustration and anger just so I could get locked away from people and the world for a good while.

It seems like, despite this week marching steadily along, it's not ending..but as it goes along, it just gets worse and worse.

The work-day doesn't end nearly fast enough.. the night isn't long enough, and the weather just isn't merciful enough. But tomorrow is friday. Maybe, God willing.. things will improve tomorrow.
I still have to put a half-day in on saturday.. but there's appointments to go to tomorrow, and despite the call for rain and muggy might actually work out that the weatherman doesn't know shyte again, and it could just possibly be a nice day. But I doubt it.. when it comes to bad weather, the weathernetwork is (in my opinion) almost never wrong.. which sucks.

Anyhow.. a lil bit of colour splatterand some layer transitions.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Another No-Art-Night


The only good parts about today was right before I woke up..and probably right after I fall asleep.

No art tonight, again. More in-game pics of various heroes/villains\heroines/villainesses I've designed through the City of Heroes/Villains character creator. Man alive I love that thing.

This is a villain I made, right after breaking out of The Zigg (the Ziggurat Prison for "exceptional" criminals).

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Treading Water

In survival situations, learning how to tread water for prolonged periods of time is important.
Not in a bathing suit, mind you, but in regular street-clothes, complete with shoes or boots or whatever you were dumb enough to wear to the session that day.

First off, wet clothes are heavy, and cling to you. Second, wet boots will help you sink like a rock was tied to your face - because one of the first things you want to do is ditch the footwear.
Not the best idea if you're about to wash ashore some rocky, isolated place.. but generally, you don't want that extra weight holding you down, because most people can't really swim worth beans (myself included).

But there comes a point where, even if you were naked, except for a life-vest, you'd still drown from exhaustion. (because yes, you can drown with a life-preserver on).

One can only tread water for so long before the inevitable overtakes them.

And I feel like I've been treading water for far too long.. and sure, this new job is like a life-vest tossed to me...except it feels more like a lead-vest than a life-vest.

And then I begin to think of Swamp Thing.

The guy lives down in the muck..and still makes the best out of it (from what I remember..I haven't followed Swamp Thing for years). Better than I can manage...but something to think about, at least.
My job's not so bad.. I just feel drained from it.. every day. At least it's helping me to sleep more than a few hours a night.
Trying to find that rare orchid/flower/thing that'll only grow in the most godless & forsaken places kind of analogy...but I guess that's a bit hyperbole, no? After all, my life really isn't so bad.. it's just a constant string of annoyances and frustrations. .

..trying to get to that life-preserver before I run out of stamina..

So.. SWAMP THING(wannabe)

Monday, June 20, 2011

Monday, Monday(again)

So effing tired.
The upshot is, I got off work early due to it being fairly dead.
Wonder how this is going to effect my hours.
Which leads me to worry about the car fundage and affordability of insurance and all the other
bills that are lurking in the shadows to take a swipe at me.

But, I suppose it could be worse.. I could be in some country where I'd be more worried about
acquiring enough clean drinking water or uncontaminated food for the day or something like that.

So.. quick face doodle.. 'cause I'm about 3 winks from nose-grinding into my pillow:

I'm really liking how The GIMP allows me to shade with my stylus. Though I'm wishing I could shortcut a key-press or something to go from 100% pressure to Pressure-Sensitive to swap between nice crisp hard lines & shaded lines on a whim without worry.
Ah well.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Sick and Tired

Well, it's another *wonderful* day.

I've completely ignored what I've been eating, and basically ate junk all day, so now my body's punishing me and I'm kind of sick.
Add that to being ferociously tired all week, and there's the reasoning behind the title of this post.

That.. and I'm just generally sick & tired of the way life goes. Nothing is ever easy, and when things start to look up, something else comes along to remind me of just how God-damned and miserable it really is down here.

Example: Employed, not making enough money.. go to school. School & work conflicts.. make school priority.
Economy crashes (and the bullshit lies the government feed us about how we've "turned a corner" with the economy only make me madder) 3 months before I graduate. 6 months before that, local big-time employers shut their doors, and people with decades experience in my field are fighting for the same jobs I am.

Finally get a job. Carpool with friend who's going on mat-leave soon. Need to save for a car, because place is just that far off the bus-path, and non-bike-friendly come winter/dog-days-of-summer.
Looking at insurance quotes alone, and doing some quick&dirty math.. can't afford to get to work without carpool.. and only person close enough to carpool without complications is said friend going on mat-leave soon. Feck.

So..maybe I'm just crazy.. or depressed..or...something. But it just seems like for every *potential* high-point, there are at least 3 big, mud-hole-in-your-ass-with-spiked-boots stomping low-points waiting to pounce.

Don't tell me it's bound to get better or something like that.. show me that it gets better for guys like me.
Tired of Catch-22, spinning my wheels & running around in circles.
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