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  1.  (3106.21)
    I wanted to be Warren Ellis when I grew up, but I heard someone already has that job.

    I wanted to be Warren Ellis when I grew up. You need to want to be you when you grow up.
  2.  (3106.22)
    Drinking beer until I fall asleep - wondering about registration plates - reggie (?) plates - since when does N444 TDS stand for Natalie? Are we now to accept approximations of our names... or numerical leaps of fucking faith???

    My name is G0RY MUL3WH1P

    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    I just fixed my headphones and I have stereo for the first time in a month. I'm so happy.

    (Also continuing THE WEEKEND OF EATING: Deli sammiches, dim sum, on to BBQ, possibly greek tonight...)
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    Im writing the goodbye letter to my readers tonight, because my comic just got axed. its an altogether surreal fucking experience. I'm new to Indy comics and this is the first time i've had to flat out say goodbye to one project and just saddle up for the next one. And whats hilarious is that i have to keep plugging the hell out of the last one, just so i can eat this week.

    how on fuck-earth do people keep this up their whole lives?

    im starving.
  3.  (3106.25)
    Whatsa BF?
    • CommentAuthorFireThief
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    what's your computer room look like Warren? CBR was doing this Studio Tour thing for a while, but they've been lounging and haven't gotten one out in a while. Care to show us a pic of the madness that is your den?
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    I'm pretty happy about where I am right now.
    I'm living in the city I want to live in, and I'm involved with the research group I want to be involved with.
    I'm not rich, but I'm not poor, and I get to do exactly the work I want.

    I guess in a year's time I'd like to still be alive, living in this city, doing this work, and taking photos.
    I'd like to have made enough progress to be putting early prototypes into the hands of musicians, but I don't want to be done my PhD project because I'm making enough changes that such early completion does not seem a good sign to me.

    I'm a little intimidated by some of the other work coming out of my lab, but I'm also very delighted that that is the case. Lots to learn, and lots of interesting people to learn from.

    I want to not only grow my ideas, but actually learn how to prepare and feed them to people outside my area.
    (Ideas are not so powerful when you don't know how to tell anyone about them, and the pool of people doing obscure weirdo music performance research with neural networks is awfully small.)
  4.  (3106.28)
    Things learned this week:

    1) it's hard to type, read or do anything useful with a week old baby.
    2) I am british and my natural habitat is cold and wet. heat turns my brain bad.
    3) Dust on a DSLR sensor makes baby jesus cry
    4) There's a website with Southampton shipping movements on it so I now know how to stalk ocean liners. Even though they all now look like poncy floating hotels, not elegant like the QE2.

    This time next year I want to be richer, thinner, prettier, cleverer and for my eldest daughter to stop behaving like a schizophrenic doberman with its tail set on fire every time I ask her to do something reasonable like 'tidy up please'.
      CommentAuthorGreg SBB!
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    Got some excellent positive feedback on my first short film script and encouragement to enter a funding round competition to get it made. So, in a year's time I'd like to have had my first short made. I'd also like to be happier but, y'know, one step at a time.
  5.  (3106.30)
    Moving out of the spousal domicile tomorrow, heigh ho. I am on a thin rotting-ice veneer of Keeping My Shit Together, but keeping it I am.

    I'm going down now to talk ways'n'means with Best Friend who is now New Roommate, where we shall consume a nice dry Reisling and a jerk-marinated pork loin I just made, and sit out on her porch on this beautiful evening and watch the drug dealers go by. UPWARDLY MOBILE I AM NOT. But it's all grist to the life mill, no?

    I'm not going to post ANOTHER picture. I just SENT you one. Sheesh.
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008 edited
    I'm growing up and I am me. Doing a great job about this so far.

    And I need winter back. Seriously, summer is so overrated.

    Ooops, edited for the pic of the week :

    • CommentAuthorchris g
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    I want to be drawing, non-fucking-STOP! I make little ashcan sized sketchbooks at the day job and use them to stay sharp.

    This time next year? hmm, fuck. Well I still want to have a dayjob so I can have money, and hopefully take comicking more seriously by then and have some out for the world to see.

    Question: I really think this one girl is AWESOME, but she might be a hardcore Jehovas Witness. Not that I'm against that, but i don't really believe in anything, maybe she could teach me a thing or two. Should I still ask her for coffee? CAN'T HURT!

    Vent: Fuuuck, I hate the loser I work with. It's sooo sad, he's like 37 or something, and he just burps all day since there's no ladies around. It must make him feel soooo macho. Obviously no one played with him when he was little...or as a grown up.

    I try to put a little fear in him by flashing the lead pipe under my desk.

    Oh, and some internet stranger said "i'd like to see you draw Green Arrow fighting Hawkeye" I fucking did. I don't regret it. HA!


    me on bed. sometimes I get to sleep on it!!

    the inspiration station

    Also: i'm just bored and I wanna get Dr0Nkxorzz!!!
      CommentAuthorSara 013
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    This time next year, I want to have run away.

    Tonight, I am going to maliciously defile a perfectly good gold pocket watch case. Ha.
    • CommentAuthoroR.hal
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    I don't know what I want to be. Actually, I live, like I am, with all the happyness and all the troubles of the days that I pass through. If I ask myself who I want to be in the future, I don't see anything but a picture of me with some wrinkles, books, comics and cd around me. I can't foresee more than a month. I don't believe in anything else than the present.
    What I want to have right now? A massage.
    • CommentAuthortreylane
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    Deep in the Dirty South, it's 1000% humidity and raining buckets. i just failed to take a nap and now have to go get ready for an atypically interesting night out.

    an anonymous improv group
    + improvisational dance
    + a noise guy in a monkey suit
    + "bass ninja"
    + thrash-surf hellspawn, The Necronomikids
    + the worst comedian ever
    = the kind of event i book solely to amuse myself.

    the night has become an ersatz tribute to our close friend and co-conspirator, artist and musician Pak Nichols, who was supposed to be joining us tonight, but was found dead in his gallery last week.

    and finally, i just finished another shortfilm. shot and cut and finished in 48 hours.
    best review yet : "sid and marty krofft's Satyricon!"
  6.  (3106.36)
    i'd like to be here, still in hawaii, but with a semester of school done and a car. i think that's modest enough.

    although, where'd i'd really like to be this time next year, is in tokyo getting shit-faced on cheap sake eating horse meat sashimi.
  7.  (3106.37)
    I've just been shooting some people on a computer game then I got killed by Radiation poisoning..... eh? when did stuff like that begin to happen in videogames?
    But I suppose faux-Maturity is better than none.

    It's too hot here, far too hot, which is an odd thing to say in Scotland. I'm off to drink more Rose.
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008 edited
    This time next year my job will have gone back to basic research or I will have left it. If I leave, I'll probably be taking the year to put out a few websites on projects I've backburnered(a wiki for evaluation of risks; a reference site for people uninterested in politics, but nervous about what might affect them; some groupware for engineering design/documentation), and working a little on my financial and residential situation. I might move back east, if the fancy strikes me.

    If we go back to basic research, I will get even more isolated and drowned in my work. It will be fun.

    Today is new computer day at work. Every 18 months or so I get another one to keep my work fast and productive. God, this new one cuts the batch tests from 50 to 30 minutes. I'm in love.

    I guess I should publish some of my non-AI work in the next year, like people have been telling me to. I joined the lifeboat foundation out of duty, but I'm not sure what to do with it. Still holding off deleting the work on the comic with Emily, it looks really good, another 5 pages this week.

    Somalians fed me goats today. Restaurants have always struck me as something of a reverse religious experience. You sit on your high chair, and grumble your almighty wishes, "sacrifice unto me your finest calf, drowned in honey and milk" you might say, and the waitstaff sashay around in supplication, asking if you are happy, are you pleased with their service, what can they do for you. You devour their offerings, and pronounce your feelings on their performance. And then you pay the bill, cash or credit, at that point things are a bit domestic, I admit. But it's quite odd, for most of it. If you think about it too much.
    • CommentAuthorhank
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    Next year, I hope to be in a better job, well on my way to entering the Lovers Triad of the OTO, and farther along on my art degree.

    Today, I carried a lot of underflooring and laid a floor in our new lodge space. I exceeded my usual abilities as a carpenter. Go me.
      CommentAuthorJon Wake
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
    Where do I want to be? Hell if I know. Ideally I hope to be struggling with comic scripts for deadlines, a year into my webcomic, and working for actual money.

    Right now I'm in triage life mode. Must keep the power on, get a job, and find a new place to live all in ten days.

    The next Open Mic Entry from me may be from a stolen computer behind a dumpster.