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Main Junction: [Closed] Saturday Night Open Mic (26 Jul 08)
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Monday is my birthday. I will be 31. For my birthday, I would like to find my stupid freaking XP disk so that I can fix my stupid freaking PC. I'm currently using hubby's laptop and it sucks. Also, I can't play my music on it because it has no audio. And it won't run Photoshop so all my pics are stacking up.
I've been at my new job for about 3 months now. I feel like it's time that I should quit using that as an excuse to not write anything. Yeah, the hours are a little crazy, but it's really not that hard to find half an hour to write here and there. Hell, I could be doing it now instead of being here. But here I am. Hello, world. -
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CommentAuthortrini_naenae
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
What I want to be doing around this time next year? Getting ready to move to the state college I transferred to, preferably with a good scholarship and job, that is (at least vaguely) in the Bay Area. The most likely one right now is San Jose State.
As for right now - I had a decently good creative week. I made myself a sketchbook and I've already filled 20 pages of it with unimportant scribbles and whatnot. I'm going to be working this Monday, which is good as I need more hours anyhow. I'm probably going to get my hair trimmed/cut in the near future and I'm considering getting bangs.
I've already posted a fair amount of photos in the self portrait thread. Perhaps I don't need a photo of me here? -
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Sometimes I wish my base level wasn't rational and calm. 'Cause this week needed to be beat to death with a baseball bat. But I'm already feeling better, so the moment had passed.
Damn.
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- CommentAuthorDavidBrown
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
Hmmmmm....well, by this time next year, I hope, first of all, that the world hasn't blown itself up yet. If we are still here and intact by this time next year, I hope the fucking script me and my writing partner are working on is fucking done. I also would like to see some progress in life....not just a bigger dvd collection, but some goddamn success for a change.
I would also like to see Americans wake up a bit by next year (although I fear it may be too late by then). At this rate, nearly all of our 'rights' will have vanished by next year at this time! But I really doubt my countrymen are actually capable of this feat.
Wow, I guess that is sort of a rant and a 'next year at this time...' thing. -
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CommentAuthoroutlawpoet
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
Sometimes I wish my base level wasn't rational and calm. 'Cause this week needed to be beat to death with a baseball bat. But I'm already feeling better, so the moment had passed.
I have that exact feeling all the time. Like, here's a perfect moment for me to lose my shit, but I'm already thinking about it coldly and rationally, so I can't very well go back and make my first reaction to get spectacularly angry. It would be lying, it would be emotional self-deception, and I couldn't do it without being self-conscious anyway. But I totally would have been in the right if I had. But here I am, dealing with it like I'm a politeness zombie. -
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- CommentAuthoralphatrope
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
@Mason: I'm always up for a little spiritual larceny. Petty crime is not a term used to describe but to humiliate. For me, no crime is too petty. -
- CommentAuthoralphatrope
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
@Mason: Oh, and the only crack you should be on is the one on your girlfriend. Your shorts belie an underlying truth to your personality.
I hope that made no sense as it would be far more interesting than what I meant to say. -
- CommentAuthornotsurewho
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008 edited
"Or just vent, scream, show people your arse or talk dirty to me, it's Saturday night, do what you like...
I don't believe in waxing, so you'd rather not see it...
I'm surounded by people getting married or having babies... 25 feels middle aged.....
and if I could talk dirty I doubt I'd be single...
If I wasn't filled with so many lies... I think I'd want friends.... -
Vanessa! - Is that an invitation?? ^^
Malicious defiling complete...
Now what...? -
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CommentAuthortedcroland
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
@Sara
That's beautiful. Have you ever thought about taking pictures in progress? -
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i am eating Shiner Bock ice cream.
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CommentAuthorRachæl Tyrell
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008 edited
Here is a left handed drawing I did a while ago. Once again, it is an accurate portrayal of my physical state (aside from the hiar color):
My right hand aches and doesn't work right , so I'm typing mostly left handed. Trying to use my notebook computer wrong-handed is difficult and cumbersome. It makes the meager living I make out of doing design work from home rather impossible to handle for the time being.
My right foot feels similar to the hand, but it doesn't have to grab or be particularly dextrous, so it doesn't suffer the brunt of my frustration and tears. I walk a little funny, but I already did that before from the left ankle being perpetually fucked, so it doesn't so much matter.
I've only been able to sleep for two hours this morning, so I can't focus to read pages of text for long periods because my eyes will cross and my vision will go double and it will end too soon. Drawing is slightly less strain on the eyes, but there's that right hand problem... Typing is a painful frustration, so computer can't whittle away my time. Can't go for a long walk, because my right foot aches, and it's hot out, which makes everything (numbness, weakness, stabby pains) worse.
Left handed drawing once again, then. -
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Sara - Decidedly so. Any time. ^.^
And that watch appears much improved in a lovely direction. -
Next year, i hope to have my graphic novel out and be a published writer. Living in my own home with my girlfriend. Not working a lousy job that i hate.
Right now: I'm sitting in my room, watching south park. I'm kinda hungry and i'm craving beer. -
Saturday Night Open Mic: tell me what you want to be doing, or where you want to be, this time next year. Or just vent, scream, show people your arse or talk dirty to me, it's Saturday night, do what you like...
this time next year i don't want to be:
having such a hard time finding writers who want to submit articles frequently, having such a hard time writing my own articles (gah! editor stop yelling at me i'll submit when it's damn well good enough to submit and not a moment before), putting off necessary renovations, quite so stupid about things i do in fact know, poor, dirty, inebriated, or achey, trying desperately to find a way to crack Max/MSP 5.
i do want to be:
rich as a thief, pretty as a hooker, at least slightly less in debt (or with the prospects to see myself getting out of debt), the free time and motivation to make that fun to-do list happen, and maybe all the words to The Philadelphia Story memorized, instead of only half-memorized. -
Right now I'm spending the second night in a row staying in my San Diego hotel room going to bed early. Last night my post-work "nap" accidentally turned into a full 10-hour night's sleep, which I wasn't too bummed about because I figured I'd be better rested to really hit the town tonight.
Nope. Had to leave our booth an hour early because I felt like crap. Picked up a thermometer on the way back to the hotel. I have a 101.7 degree fever. Fucking hell.
I guess next year I'd like to be back at San Diego and NOT FUCKING SICK. (Also maybe working a different booth, having moved on to a better position at another company?)
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Malicious defiling complete...
I recognize those guts... -
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CommentAuthorLeandro Damasceno
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
They announced the Eisner winners last night and some people that won are pretentious bastards. I'm not gonna name drop, but if there's one thing that pisses me off is someone saying how hard there jobs are, how difficult it is, how time consuming, how this and that. "But I do it anyway because I'm tough like that, I'm powerful and I let go of my social live to make what I love". Oh, go fuck yourself, would you?
If it's such a sacrifice, go explore the amazing world of telemarketing. I don't need to know that your are better then the rest of humanity because you spent your weekend doing comics. If you weren't doing them, chances are you would be doing nothing at all. But that is not the point.
Listen, Math is my kryptonite. I can't understand it and fuck it, I don't work with it anyway. So, accounting is not one of my carrer choices. And I think accounters do a terribly difficult job. Impossible for me to do in a million years. The same thing with engineers, boat pilots and a million other jobs. But I don't see an accounter saying "oh, my job is so hard! Yes, I can add and multiply, but my job is a soul killing job and I do it so you can deliver your tax papers on time." What I do is translate ideas and concepts into images and I can create a story that starts with an image. That's what I do. And fuck all the difficults of my job. I do what I do and that's it. If it doesn't fulfill me, I change, as I did before, and go do something else. Answer a phone all day long, perhaps. If it's so hard and you do it anyway, you're either a masoquist or stupid. Possible both.
Go do your job and stop complaing. You're not the last good samaritan on Earth because you spent hours drawing comics. You were doing your job. The job you choose to do in the first place. So, please, you can stop the complaing now. If nothing else, because you have an Eisner award to make me shut the fuck up. -
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CommentAuthorVal A Lindsay II
- CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
Sitting here in misery, think I got some mild food poisoning. #gack#
So here's something sickening for everyone else...
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Next year? On a book tour, wreaking havoc, loving life.
And waiting for the last issue of Planetary.