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- CommentAuthorpauljholden
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
* say hello
Hello!
* show me your face
You asked:
(This is why, at UNI, I was often called "Faceache")
* tell me what you did this week
I'm banged out some creator owned stuff for Si Spurrier (one page to go ... one page... one page...) went to caption - the small press comic thing - last weekend (that wasn't, strictly speaking this week, but ... er...) where I met the very charming Melinda Gibbie, discovered that "En Suite" can, sometimes, mean separated by a large shared corridor and got stung by a wasp when I sat drinking with Tharg's representative on Earth, Matt Smith - or it may have been a very tiny regillian hotshot. I'm not sure. (this makes my weeks sound very exciting and filled with comic people - they aren't, that's just this past week).
Also: did a couple of commissions I very much enjoyed because a) people pay commissions very quickly, b) I get to draw very silly Dredd like cover images and c) people pay commissions very quickly.
* tell me your next great plan
More commissions. Finish this episode 1 of the Spurrier thing, start into episode 2 of Box, and episode 2 of the Spurrier thing. And maybe a Carlos Ezquerra style tribute thing. For a thing.
* send nurses
Just back from the hospital, where my 2 year old was getting a cast put on for a suspected fracture. If I'd seen this post BEFORE then I'd'a DEFINITELY been able to organise a nurse. Probably.
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CommentAuthorBen Klumaster
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010 edited
Hi, hello.
This week was spent mostly at work extra late and recovering from work and randomly firefighting whatever my lady's computer decided to do in the meantime to stop her from doing what she needs to do. She's out of town this weekend so I'm... doing what I would be doing anyway: playing a load of Starcraft and also going to work because of the Bastard Project and its desperate need for all my lifeforce.
Big plans? Big plans? Today I found an excuse to use my pet favourite rendering technique on something that totally doesn't need it in said Bastard Project. Does making more work for myself count as a plan?
edit: Thank you, by the way. Uploading that picture forced me to finally install FTP software that doesn't make my website puke and lock me out. Probably going to make some future crisis a lot easier. -
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Busy week at work.
Had a HELL of a lot of fun writing material for Villains and Vigilantes, a superhero adventure role playing game. I'd written material for it 25 years ago, and I'm back in the saddle.
Right now, I'm at my parents' house across the country from home, beginning a week of catching up with relatives and hopefully old friends. -
I want to kill myself. Wait, no, what I meant to say was "hi." Hi, Warren, I'm in a bad mood.
My day and my week have been made of fail and it's hard to avoid being certain that it's coming down to my whole life being a failure. I only learned the word today, but I've been thinking of myself as a dame-ren for a long time (apologies if I didn't use that phrase quite right, grammatically).Even more extreme is hikikomori, or "acute social withdrawal," a condition in which the young live-at-home person nearly walls himself off from the world by never leaving his room.
Sounds about right. I don't want to go out. I can't face anything else failing or anyone else getting in my face for some shit. Just as I am I'm teetering on stabbing someone or spending the next week crying in bed.
I decided I want to learn Japanese. I decided I want to learn Japanese because I was watching (am watching...) a ton of anime and I keep hearing the same phrases against the same or similar subtitles and in the absence of anything useful occupying my brain I've taken to working out the phrases like a code. It's an inconsistent code with a high opportunity for error - not to mention, because it's anime the main phrases I've learned revolve around killing people, kicking butt, calling people names, asking if someone is ok, or promising to rain death and destruction. So I could either learn the language (Nihongo, yes, I know it's hard) or keep deciphering fantasies aimed at 14 year old boys. I've never purposefully chosen to learn a new language. It would be a challenge I've never faced before. My high school offered a track for native Spanish speakers who never had a chance to formally learn it so I did that (you know what? it turns out that Pablo Neruda is a pretty good writer).
But so anyway, I looked to the local college for an Intro class. Failed to get into the summer session. Tried again this week for a fall class. Five classes were offered for the 101 course. ALL FIVE were full by the time my registration appointment arrived. Fuck me. So all I can do is go in week after next and directly petition the teachers. This means I don't know which class I'll get, so i don't know what times to block out, so I can't plan very much of my fall. Terribly exciting. I want to kill myself. Wait, no, what I mean is that's fucking annoying.
Two weeks ago I busted ass helping my mom clean out our old house because the previous tenants had basically run away leaving the place trashed, locks changed, and a friend of theirs (not on the lease) squatting, occasionally selling stuff (their leftovers and our fixtures) at yard sales. I got a little bit of money. That all went to one decent dinner out and a credit card bill. I'm aiming to try to sell some of the shit they left behind. God knows if I'll pull it off. The major pieces of furniture aren't even getting a nibble on craigslist, not even angry emails telling me I'm asking for way too much. Fuck... if I can't move this shit... I meant to try to post fliers around the college today, in time for the big orientation, but technical difficulties made me miss the window of opportunity. I can still post them but the college will be largely empty over the next week. These things (a large table and sofa) need to go now. God, kill me. Uh, that is, goddammit someone buy these before they become kindling.
There's theatre at least. I guess? Got into a company that I admire and respect and they have me doing dramaturgy, which at the moment consists of intensive research at my local libraries. I like feeding my brain. I have a hungry brain. More information = sated brains. It's just hard to be content when I'm in a bad mood. So I'll have to set the mood aside to read the new play later this evening. Also half way decent: I emailed a couple of college professors about getting into voice work and one of them wrote back about a professional I could talk to. (He also mentioned that since I graduated the college built a voice studio and now offers a class on putting together a VO demo. Hurray.)
so that's more or less how things have been, plus or minus people yelling at me over some half cocked bullshit that I'm not fucking taking and if they come at me with it again I'm going to shank a bitch.
Next up over the next week-to-a-month is the dramaturgy work I've been avoiding, and that fucking Japanese class because, goddammit, I'm good and pissed off right now. Voice over background work (class, demo, etc), that will have to get sorted out as I figure out how to scrounge the money. Selling off crap that the tenants left behind, one way or another. And putting a bullet in my head, wait, no, more like writing some short stories as soon as I can distract myself from how much i want to watch something bleed.
Not sure about immediately. Sister is having people over to watch Ultimate fighting. But I don't think i can be social right now. I want to drink very, very, very much though and I have no booze. don't know.
No pictures. I fucking hate how I look. -
@razrangel
Sorry to hear life sucks right now. But if it makes you feel any better, Japanese is one of those classes that there's always someone that drops it. Because it's a hard language. Also, because it's hard, it'll be a big distraction from whatever else is bothering you.
Good luck with everything, and I hope you don't kill yourself. -
Hell! O!
This is me:
This week I worked, had CPR training for said job, and have been sick all week, but only enough to make me feel blah. What else? Waiting to here from a writer about some roughs I did, so I can get going on the project (it's been almost 3 weeks, he's "on holiday"). I'm lettering another project, that the writer is pushing me on, even though the colorist is wicked way behind. And I'm working on a couple of other design projects for me, trying to make some extra money. (That seems to cover plans, also.)
Today I went yard saleing/flea marketing with the wife, and lucked into the whole Ennis/PlunkettUnknown Soldier series, and Wolverine one shot with Sienkievicz on art, all for $14. I'm happy.
As for nurses, well you can't have my wife, so good luck on that. -
Hello.
You've seen my face, please don't make me do it again, i really didn't enjoy it.
Last couple of weeks have been spent mostly working which has got me out of the flat, earned me a little money and given me the chance to catch up with a number of people i haven't seen in a while. The scenery, especially the early morning post sunrise stuff, has been well worth seeing and generally things have been good. My life is largely where i hoped it would be years ago. Unfortunately my health is not. All rather annoying really, just when things are coming together, i'm falling apart. It's causing problems at work - i've had to drop all the heavier, more physical stuff, i just don't have the stamina to heave pallets around anymore - and it's seriously irritating when i'm not at work and out trying to enjoy a good walk and some scenery, i have to stop every couple of minutes and wait for my legs to loosen up after they seize solid. Not nice at all. According to my doctor, there's nothing wrong apart from some high blood pressure, i am far from convinced and have my suspicions as to what the problem may be, at least in part. Persuading my doctor to consider them and do a few tests may be a little difficult, my ideas are unusual and when discussed with friends and family have been received with polite scepticism at best and downright derision at worst. Ah well, i AM Napoleon i tell you, if only i could find the hat you'd believe me!
My plans? A bit more work to build up the bank balance, then some more time off, finish the short story i've started and make a start on a couple that currently exist only as ideas. Spend a little time chatting to my doctor while avoiding being fitted for one of those lovely jackets with the sleeves that do up at the front. Spend a bit less time gently telling my girlfriend off for being dead, she's been gone for over a year now, i really should be getting over it. Perhaps i need that jacket after all.
Ah sod it! moping about does no good at all, i'm off to bed. Later i shall get up, go somewhere interesting and look at the sky. I may take pictures. Yes, i think that's enough of a plan for the time being. Goodnight Whitechapel, sleep tight! -
Hello!
This week was filled with work. Took some promotional photos for a music act and editing this commercial for television. The client LOVES the photos I took and is appreciative of my being so ahead of schedule with the post-editing. And the commercial for all I know is being shown throughout the week on CMT (Country Music Television).
Next big plan is to go in to a conference call with another client and both his manager and publicist, discuss what kind of image he'd like me to bring forth and if all goes well in that stage I'll be travelling to where he is to have the shoot. Christ, I'm really loving this photography thing. I've never done freelance work and felt so free before.
And thankfully for you, I worked with Dr. Whiskey during my hospital placement. Also Dr. Lager, Dr. Ale and Dr. Wine. I believe with my experience I am qualified. -
I'm scheming.
I'm drinking Oban.
I'm feeling proudly Canadian as I contemplate that many of the songs by The Crash Test Dummies are about masturbation and/or fucking.
I'm not telling what I did this week.
I have new hair.
I look like this:
(EDIT: CHANGED THIS TO LINK AS TWITPIC DOESN'T HOTLINK
Me me me.
Mister Warren: I would love to build you a special robotic nurse, but only if you promise to let it into your home and allow my monitoring equipment for documentation puroses.
For science.
Deal?
I bid you a glorious evening, my fellow perverts.
p.s. - Oldhat is looking mighty saucy this evening. -
Really very happy to see this 2 weeks in a row. It is two weeks in a row isn't it? I haven't lost another week somewhere have I? I hate it when that happens.
* say hello
Hello uncle Warren.
* show me your face
You've seen it and I'm too lazy to dig up a fresh pic. Besides, it's not much to look at.
* tell me what you did this week
Had some well earned downtime this week. Read a bit. Finally tracked down that last few episodes of ReGenesis season 2 only to be left hanging with the season ender.
* tell me your next great plan
I can't talk about it. I signed a nondisclosure agreement. Sounds intriguing though, doesn't it? No, I didn't think so either.
* send nurses
Nursing shortage down here in Australia. None to spare. I would like to see your take on Night Nurse though. -
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CommentAuthorComicbookbunny
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
Mah mug.
I'm going to die due to the amount of things i've been working on. Then i will be a zombie Bunny still working on crafts, a web show, making clothing, making hats, Doing Make up, Going nuts traveling all over the place, Freaking out because i'm going to be doing Wedding Make up for the first time (swearing that i'd never do it....) what would you say to an invite all expense paid full Indian (Pakistani) wedding all complete with the fantastic clothing and henna!?
Currently i'm wearing a tutu and stompy new rock boots waiting to head out dancing- its good for me dancing keeps me sane. -
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Hello. Long time no appear here.
My face? What, all of it?
Surely not.
What did I do this week? I wrote another seven fast fictions for the fast fiction challenge. That's 68 so far in 68 days, since 1st June.
My NEXT great plan? Still working on the current one... -
You, sir, are a tease. :)
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Things seem to have turned the corner.
After spending a year downsizing, culling and trying to put things in order,
things actually seem to be falling in place. Weird.
Art is happening. New lover is happening. Work is happening.
After the lull things are definitely happening. All at once.
Off to Monterey for a week to light a car show.
Return to Los Angeles for 4 days only to prepare to leave for Black Rock City.
Working Neon Crew at Burning Man again. 2 weeks in the dust.
Wiring and lighting stuff, setting stuff up.
Then burning down and blowing up the above said stuff.
Other than the quickly approaching death of a friend in a distant city, life is good.
Weird, but good.
A Discordian Blessing for you all -
May you get slightly better than you deserve. Amen. -
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CommentAuthordorkmuffin
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
Salutations!
Me, plus a colossal bruise. Old old old photo (2+ years now):
This week I lost my wallet, became lovely and unstable once more, and saw the boy's band play a fantastic show (that last positive one is good...). I also started drawing a little again. Oh, and I hate working 54 hour six-day work weeks. And people are still making me kind of paranoid about walking home by myself after like, 9 PM, telling me I'ma get raped. This advice has made me somewhat paranoid, compounded with constantly being hit on at work/occasionally catcalled in the streets. It makes me feel like I'm not really allowed to look nice on a daily basis without attracting attention from creepy strangers (and I'm not talking like wearing tight things, I don't ever really dress to show off any part of my body). It's mostly unsettling.
As for my next great plan? Full time employment with health benefits would be lovely. And a gym membership so I don't feel so goddamn stabby all the time. And truly drawing/creating once more. And re-training my voice once more. I used to sing nicely, and then I got mad acid reflux which destroyed my voice. Am rehabbing but my health insurance flubbing shit hasn't helped.
And for you, a Gil Elvgren Nurse:
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- Hello.
- This is my look of fake determination before venturing out into the sunlight. Oh, and I have snake hair now, as well as a problem with over-accessorizing.
- I've been only kind of productive this week. SDCC was a few weeks ago but I still haven't unpacked. A mostly-empty suitcase sits on my floor. I keep tripping over piles of books and stepping on disembodied doll arms.
And I must share this, for I am still amused. Few nights ago, I had a funny Twitter incident, which made me fall in love with the Internet all over again. Basically, I half-jokingly Tweeted: "The worst -- THE WORST -- part about being an illustrator is that there's really no plausible reason for me to collaborate with @SnoopDogg." I say "half-" because I legitimately do think Snoop would be so ridiculous/fun to work with.
Literally a minute later he responds to me... "@AnnieW draw me sum pictures ya dig" And so, of course, I have a tiny heart attack. The man doesn't frequently respond (understandably so, with over a million Followers), so I delight in this moment and RT it (with an additional "Oh, my god. Yesss."), only to have a slew of friends and Followers say that I'd better be feverishly doodling art for him. I wasn't planning on making any more of the moment but I figured I had a bit of time to bust out a goofy drawing.
But what the fuck do you draw for Snoop Dogg? So I'm like, "All right, fuck it, it's Snoop... and... he's an astronaut... but also a cowboy' and this happened: ".@SnoopDogg I drew a picture. http://twitpic.com/2byu7t Have you thought about exploring space dressed as a cowboy? It's a good look."
He then RTs it (another heart attack) and adds, "@AnnieW feelin ur style ya dig! send me a legit tee design and lets do some biz." YEAH, SNOOP. I DO. I DO DIG. Amazing! I mean, I realize mostly likely nothing will ever come of this, but I'm still stunned by the hilarity and strangeness in the very existence of this exchange. Just from some goofy throw-away comment. And within the time frame of, like, three hours? I love it.
So. Anyway. Long story short. I'm Twitter friends with Snoop Dogg now.
- I'm going to watch '2001: A Space Odyssey' while I clean this desk so that I have more than four square inches of open space. Then tomorrow, I'm going to eat a burrito. And then draw.
- Nurses on their way. I didn't know what kind you wanted so they're wearing oiled down latex AND over-sized Crocs. -
@Fishelle I won't kill myself, probably. It's just the first thought/response to everything right now, when it isn't to hurt someone else. Hence locking myself away tonight.
@Annie Whoah! Holy shit! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Powah!!! -
Greeting Surly Viking Overlord:
Most of this week was boring work and stress over work. But also last-minute preparations for a trip to Costa Rica to see a friend from grade school in a few weeks, planning filthy dice geekery and what-not. Tomorrow's the anniversary of my 40th birthday. Vodka will definitely be involved, we'll see what else.
I can send you a nurse on Friday, as long as you promise to keep her supplied with Scotsmen.
I look like this, only without the mustache, beard or Xhosa face paint now:
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CommentAuthorPintSizedCat
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
Hello there!
Mah face looking at your face
I've become far too tired to write much down, 4am, I meant to go to bed at 1am :(
But this week I been to see summer exhibition, which is mighty fine I must say. Not as good as last years but a great exhibition. I'm only disapointed one of my workmates didn't get his art displayed. I've also been shooting loads of photos though nothing terribly interesting you can find it all at the flickr.
For the coming week/month/year I'm gonna be getting a year older next weekend, then working on my photography and pestering microclimate to help me out. My biggest and finest plan right now is to get some god damn sleep. -
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CommentAuthorcity creed
- CommentTimeAug 7th 2010
goddamit, Annie is pretty much the coolest ever. That's proper awesome.
Also: off-the-cuff tweets should be legally binding. Get that damn T-shirt made! -
