Got two novel ideas I'm playing out, both very different. The first involves a lot of world building, the second is more character based. Researching Stendhal syndrome and achromatopsia.
Getting ready for a couple of performances and trying to find more spoken word events for performing prose.
writing the fuck out of this new album and sorting out the recording (which is a Hard Thing To Do).
also reading Perdido Street Station, listening to Crippled Black Phoenix and drinking red wine from the bottle....
One Last Thing: have the colour on WC become way more washed out to anyone else? i'm finding it hard to distinguish between read and un-read threads....
Having worked a hectic 9,5-hour day after too little sleep, I chill and slowly chat while reading "The Boys volume 7 - The innocents". And going to bed in a little less than an hour.
Colour? Don't talk to me about bleedin' colour! I have successfully buggered up the calibration on my big monitor and have just hit the point where everything either gets switched off and left till tomorrow to sort out or chucked out the window.
Also sorting out birthday prezzies for a friend and thinking about going out with the camera tomorrow if both work and rain hold off. Oh and gluing the thing back on to the backdoor of the van, i have the glue now.
Creating: Working on a Comic Superhero RPG adventure. Real old-school dice, pencil and paper stuff, mind you.
Reading: A compilation of Jack Vance inspired stories, MAKE Magazine, hobby magazines, and a collection of Carl Bark's Donald Duck comics. Listening to: The Girl Who Played with Fire.
Watching: Downton Abbey, Avatar: The Last Airbender
Working: Tedious software QA work, but I'm working, right?
@Alastair: Yes, on certain monitors I have a lot of trouble with the read / not read color scheme.
@Alastair - nothing's changed. The white/grey distinction is very small, so even a slight change in the angle you're viewing the screen can make them homogenize.
I've spent all day writing dialogue for an old 2000AD character I haven't touched in five years. Am fucking exhausted, and quietly convinced US comics have made me lazy.
was in a foul mood because the video game i ordered showed up without a disc...had to reorder and now have to wait another four days for the replacement. I also got a shipment of ten 8x10 hard canvases and one of my friends wants me to do a grim reaper painting...i've also promised to be a vendor at a pagan gathering in a few months so i have to put enough stuff together for that. so really it's probably a good thing my game is delayed...i have a hell of a lot of work to get through...
I've been having a lot of anxiety and depression of late so I'm going to attempt to sort out just what the fuck is my goddamn problem tonight. I am nervous over what I'll find when I turn over the rotted log that is my brain (probably just glitter and tentacles)
Worked yesterday so I got today off to honor our awesome presidents. There's an NCIS marathon on the teevee today. Gonna work on new Space Shark today. Earlier I tried to boil egg in microwave w/ a plate on top of the mug. Egg exploded. Plate snapped in two. #SSSSSIENCE
I am trying not to bask so hard in the satisfaction of having completed some CD cover art & design I did for a friend that I forget to work on the 2013 support staffing plan I need to turn in on Tuesday at the place that gives me all my real money. It is Washington's Birthday here in the states, so I am working in my apartment.
I'm solidifying my resolve to declare attention bankruptcy in my life this year. I cannot keep focus on all the things I want to do, and threads keep slipping away. I'm going to just concentrate on the job that pays me. The rest of my energy will go to eating, exercising and sleeping. That's it. No other plans for 2012. Anything else is just free time that will be spent however I feel like it at whatever time, with no plans, commitments or deadlines.
Right this moment I'm about to brush my teeth and put my braces back in, then throw some laundry in the machine and fire up my work laptop. TOO MUCH EXCITEMENT WOAH WATCH OUT!
Had a fucking rough day, my bank account has been blocked since Thursday so I've been surviving on the semi-sentient bacterial cultures that the food I had in my fridge will probably have turned into by now.
On top of that, after the bank manger at my local branch had erroneously informed me that they blocked my account because my passport had expired, a situation it would take at least two months to rectify, I had to go to a job interview with my brain filled with images of me telling people I would not be able to pay them back money I owe them (landlord, flatmate, various friends and companies etc) and them taking their revenge in a number of vicious and unnecessarily creative ways. I don't know how well that went.
Been listening to a lot of Murder City Devils, reading James Ballard's THE UNLIMITED DREAM COMPANY and trying to get bandmates to fucking finish recording their fucking parts so we can finally fucking release a new fucking album and/or book some fucking gigs.
I'm writing this <- Kidding, I'm writing a short comic while reading about frugality and obtaining financial independence in a couple of blogs and forums.
Forget the dead presidents, it's Lundi Gras. I have work in 45 minutes, and will get off shortly after midnight. from work, it's straight home to get into appropriate Mardi Gras attire and recover the bottle of Kwak from the refrigerato, then out to the Marigny to join the festivities until daybreak. from there, I will likely walk the parade route in reverse, seeking out friends, acquaintances, alcohol, and places to use the bathroom. I should get back home some time tomorrow afternoon, just in time to go to work again. no, I am not planning on sleeping. there's only so much time before Ash Wednesday, and I can sleep when I'm dead.