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  1.  (1997.21)
    From a bit ago
    Well, today I start my thirtieth year of life. Something about the start of another decade of life has me looking back at the previous ones. I don't seem to recall very much of importance, just the high points really, mostly a few good times and a few bad times. I can break things down into ten year cycles, at least after I turned ten. From ten to twenty was mostly a hell of a lot of school, mixed in with some fun and a lot of frustration. The past ten years dropped the school out of the equation and a hell of a lot of the fun too, frustration on the other hand remained. At least most of the frustration of the past ten years all ties back into my heart condition and the limitations placed upon me since it developed. On the upside, I deal with matters one hell of a lot better than I did prior to it. Hard to sweat a hell of a lot of small stuff after coming about three hours from utter heart failure or a transplant. Today is probably the one day things have really started annoying me, since I'm examining where I thought I'd be at this point in my life. Let me tell you, it wasn't here. Then again, I think most people are in the same situation at least in regards to where they thought they'd be in X years. It's not a bad thing, but then again it's not terribly great either. All in all though, I can only think of one thing I really wish I had changed, and that's just a school choice rather than anything else. I honestly wouldn't change having my heart almost crapping out on me, it gave me a damn good perspective and made me a hell of a lot more well adjusted in general. Now, as far as where the hell I go from here...well, that's an answer I'd love myself. I have a number of ideas, I simply have to find out what's actually going to work for me. Besides, I'll have a long time to work it out. As I say to many of my friends: "I'm immortal. I've been right so far". So until I'm proven wrong, I'll be about!
  2.  (1997.22)
    I'm in a rare mood today.

    The past week has seen a marked improvement in the state of things over the month or so before it.

    Believe it or not, even when I got all smiley and posted this...
    Me & Wifey being outdoorsy types

    Life was wearing me out. Work was stealing more of my creative time than usual and my pathological need to please everyone had my emotions being tugged in more directions than ever before. (but through it all, my wife supported me and I love her dearly)

    The new hat was the silver lining in all of that, so rather than wallow in my own shit, I decided to go outside and be sunny, and that's what I posted about.

    Still... things were sucking.

    Not so much now.

    Work has calmed down after a stressful-yet ultimately beneficial talk with my boss, and suddenly I find myself able both do my work at work, do my work at home, AND take five or six minutes to relax in between.

    Plus, on Tuesday, the anthology I'm editing got a BIG vote of support from the person whose message board spawned the idea for the anthology in the first place. He's going to write a forward for us, which, when you say it outloud, doesn't seem like a huge thing... but it's huge to me... it's huge to everyone working on this thing, because that person's involvement not only helps stack the odds in our favor when the book is published, it also makes the project complete. It really does. The whole thing is an effort of the community, and to not have his involvement would have left a big gaping hole in the heart of the project. And now that hole is filled. Someone call the tabloids.

    So, yeah... that development rocked pretty frickin hard... but it did not prepare me for the news I was to receive today.

    A short comic that I wrote... the FIRST comic project I have EVER seen completed... just got accepted into the anthology it was created for. I'm going to be a published comic writer. Holy shit. My collaborators and I are in our happy places.

    In fact...
    FUCK YEAH!!!

    ...this is my happy face.
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      CommentAuthorVespers
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008
     (1997.23)
    @El3mo
    Always, dude.

    As for me, well. Sitting at home watching the rain and listening to whatever my library tells me I want to listen to. This seems to be a lot of screaming, raging metal.

    Some absolute bastard was making a pretty girl I know sad this week. If she didn't care about him so much I might have been even more tempted to push him off his apartment balcony. He's a chronic depressive and everyone knows about it; I'd totally get away with it. She finally told him to fuck off (in much nicer terms, sadly.) If he tries anything from now on, balcony-pushing is still an option.

    Immediate plans are to finish this fucking wall drawing I've been working on for months, today. Longer term, I'd quite like to actually pass this year this time around, lose the belly flab, and get to be with that pretty girl I mentioned. In order from most to least likely, I must say. Girls are complicated; they mess my life right up. I wouldn't want anything else. A complicated life is more interesting.
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      CommentAuthorAlastair
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008
     (1997.24)


    this is what i did today... along with the impossible task of finding an apple mac in aberdeen that isn't the one i own, long story, and eating what felt like my body weight in carrott cake
  5.  (1997.25)
    My girlfriend is cool, but she hates Leonard Cohen

    What the fuck?
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      CommentAuthorEgon
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008 edited
     (1997.26)
    Photobucket

    It's the last semester before i get my lonnnnnng overdue AA and move onto a University. I want Summer to be here immediately so I can get onto working on my own little personal projects. I want to start a monthly instrumental music series in my town. Record more and put out an album. I want to get back to writing comic scripts. I want to read more too.

    My schedule lately goes like this: I go to work at around 7am and usually come back home around 10:30pm. I simply don't have the energy to do the things I love. Vegging out to World of Warcraft for my last two hours of consciousness is the only thing that makes sense. In Azeroth, I don't have to think or worry. I just play and it makes going to sleep a more peaceful task.

    ugh. ok. time to start that research paper that's due on Monday.
  7.  (1997.27)
    35 hours sleep since Sunday.
    Five exams this week.
    Presentation.
    Finals start next week.
    Finishing a paper now. Blarg.

    I'm looking at bottle. It is full of green liquor, and that's all I know about it.


    @NeverWanderer

    Congrats, btw.
    • CommentAuthorrdhall
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008 edited
     (1997.28)
    I just feel kind of empty anymore. That's my revelation I guess, a whole lot of empty gloom. I'm hoping it's just the alcohol, but I doubt it. If it's not the alcohol I'm kinda fucked.
    • CommentAuthorDonburiBoy
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008
     (1997.29)
    I am wrapping up another week of working at Vancouver's finest used bookstore, and I will exit the store into a cloud of cherry blossoms swirling about in a gentle spring breeze.

    My girlfriend is going to stop reading Transmetropolitan long enough to cook me a steak for dinner.

    I bought a Playstation 3. It's shiny.


    I am living the Dream.
  10.  (1997.30)
    Usual gloomy pic of me in bedroom:



    And this is how I look in broad daylight, extremely tired and severely pissed off. First with the sun in my face and me with a huge backpack in a queue where I couldn't turn around enough to open my eyes:



    And in shade, but no less pissed off:



    Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week.



    The Brazilian Army    .

    And Rapidshare:



    Tell me your plans.


    Losing weight and not having to serve in the Brazilian Army, for it's mandatory in this shithole country Brazil. In the two last pics above, I was trying to enlist for the second time. This time, they bitched about one of the documents I brought. Had to go back home after waiting nearly three hours, will try for third time this Monday.

    Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.




    From here.

    Tell me where you are.


    In my apartment on Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

    Tell me who and what you want to be.


    Work with Cinema, mainly at writing and directing.

    Tell me what you want to make.


    A flash animation. Haven't done one in more than a year. And I mean an EPIC fucking flash animation, with the help of Poser 7 and Naturalmotion's Endorphin Dinamic Motion Synthesis, goddamnit.

    Tell me what's next.


    Staying here, reading how everyone's doing tonight, possibly stay in the chat a little.

    Good evening, Warren and good evening, Whitechapel.
  11.  (1997.31)
    I'm writing a SF comic and remembering the best comic panel of all times. This one, by the way: mike zeck is a genius

    To write a comic book is the only way I can smile after a week wasted with negotiations, back and forth paper work and what not. Very few actual work was done, but I'm feeling quite better now.

    Oh, this is me, kinda:

    leandro selfportrait
  12.  (1997.32)
    My wine shop caught fire last week, I had to spend ages cleaning it not to mention the 5.30am call by the security company to attend the site. balls. But now I'm in holiday, and no longer DUNK from 'cigar and whisky in your best rich cunt clothes' night as its actually midday sunday, and I've had breakfast. Good morning!
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      CommentAuthorScottBieser
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008 edited
     (1997.33)
    This Texas Mass Kidnapping thing has been really pissing me off. I have no brief for those LDS-cult weirdos, but the state has gotten completely out of control and it scares the piss out of me. I'm not exactly Ward Cleaver, either. If the state can snatch a whole town full of children away from their parents based on what's turned out to be a crank phone call, they can come after any of our kids, on the slightest pretext.

    The other thing that's pissing me off is I'm hearing more and more about how it's impossible to make money in the indie comics biz. Goddammit, something must be done about this.

    Edited to add: OTOH seeing a new photo of Vanessa, even all tired and stressed from overwork, brightens my day. Take some time off, darlin', you deserve it.
    • CommentAuthorrdhall
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008 edited
     (1997.34)
    Do we just buy things to fill the jagged wounds in our hearts? That would make sense, because after a while life shakes loose the jagged little pieces from the holes and forces us to replace them with ill fitting substitutes for what we lack.
  15.  (1997.35)
    @Andrenavarro

    Good Evening, Andre.
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      CommentAuthorThe RicH
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008
     (1997.36)
    Schools over for me. I've got a nice shiny new diploma to add to my collection. I owe it all to COBRA of course hence the pic.

    Brought to you by COBRA!!

    Now if someone could tell me how to eat with a Creative Writing BA I'd love them for it and send them something valuable. My soul, as dark as it is, is already pledged to my Dread lord residing in a coffin amid the spires of lost R'yleh so I've got that going for me. Anyone got any ideas?
  17.  (1997.37)
    Life is still going smooth. Work has become a lot more tolerable. I no longer feel the need to throttle my supervisor. I still might, but I no longer feel compelled to.

    I'm noticing myself sliding into hermit mode, which happens here and there.

    My only excitement this week was falling off a forklift and landing directly on my head. That and a coworker telling me about finding a man performing oral sex on a mobidly obese woman behind a dumpster at a local grocery store.

    Thanks for asking.
  18.  (1997.38)
    Good evening, Spiral :)
    • CommentAuthormlpeters
    • CommentTimeApr 26th 2008
     (1997.39)
    To orwellseyes:

    "I never thought I'd become one of those guys who wants to move to the country, live away from the crowds. But I think every year I get closer to that. "

    Be careful -- weigh these feelings against the inevitable "cabin-fever". Seriously, the annoyance of too many people is nothing compared to being stuck on a rural, snowed-in, un-plowed road for a week at a time.

    I'm just sayin' (from my little cabin/art studio deep in the woods of Michigan)...
  20.  (1997.40)
    @Spiraltwist

    Thank you muchly!

    Hope you get some rest soon.

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