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[May. 17th, 2008|08:23 pm] |
The winner is me.
Well, that's a satisfactory afternoon wasted in tasteful blue overalls and oversized cranium. Now for Charles Stross' new novel. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|09:20 am] |
Last weekend constituted a momentary crisis of faith, something I haven't experienced in quite some time. Doubting in my ability to complete a certain job within a tight timeframe and several other mitigating factors led to a dark, stressful and unpleasant weekend.
Ah well. Failure is not an option, but psychopathic eye-rolling and muted gibbering is.
Good stuff during this period has been Goldfrapp's Seventh Tree album, which has to be my favourite of theirs so far and Hercules and Love Song. Both albums providing me with an opportunity to wail along atonally until someone yells shutup and hefts a boot at me.
Also, the photography of Yeondoo Jung, as plugged on Drawn.ca, wherein he takes children's drawings and brings them to life filled most of my afternoon yesterday with a sense of wonder and awe.
Kel left for Rio Thursday morning and heavy fog delayed his flight by six hours. He's missed all three connecting flights needed to get to Rio and overnighted somewhere somehow. The intersection of when I'm awake and he's aware is a mere few seconds of texting before one or the other passes out, so this is all I know about his journey because he is thirteen hours sometime in yesterday.
This has also given me a chance to blat around on Mario Kart Wii. His Kart-racing Fu has always intimidated me, so I'm taking this opportunity to motor around the saccharine loops of frustration and level up in his absence.
I'm also hoping that ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) omenode will give it a go as well, despite his misanthropic work schedule, so together we can rule the couch upon Kel's return. |
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[May. 15th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
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[May. 9th, 2008|03:46 pm] |
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[May. 3rd, 2008|02:13 pm] |
We have a fish, a betta splendens, that was moved indoors yesterday due to the seasonable drop in temperature.
Before finding for a new place to call home without distraction he was perched on the coffee table for the day. Directly in front of me.
This fish doesn't miss a beat. If something moves, he's there.
I spent most of yesterday afternoon locked in a mutual death stare with an unblinking piscine opponent called Bubbles.
True. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2008|05:13 pm] |
Hey! I got the hardbound copy of my journal yesterday!
What a boring read.
Florid, evasive and incomprehensible, verging on the bafflingly cryptic, the only thing that makes sense is the occasional picture - and footnoted links don't help in a non-internet connected print publication. Luckily it was only the collected volume of 2004 and I shall rectify that in future editions of subsequent years for myself.
I shall put it aside for my dotage when I'll find everything disagreeble and unfashionably futuristic.
I've been busy in that hilarious madcap way that is always funnier with a silent movie piano soundtrack. Otherwise I've been playing Patapon, which has to be one of the most anti-social games I've ever isolated myself in. I was truly ready to hate a rhythm action, real time strategy, god sim, role playing game, but it's suckered me in despite my two left thumbs when it comes to sticking to the beat. And I get to tell everyone to shush when they try to talk to me. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2008|11:49 am] |
For mafuta67. My mind as a desktop. Not included: Giant zombie chameleon invaders raining death and destruction from above. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2008|04:41 pm] |
( blab ) |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|06:00 pm] |
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[Apr. 21st, 2008|01:25 pm] |
I just got some new Asic trainers to wear at the gym. While they are of a butt-ugly flouro yellow and white netting they feel like I'm walking on jubes. They're really comfortable and a little creepily overfamiliar.
I was discussing my new agency representation with some friends last night, explaining that beyond stating the fact I'm being represented most people, including myself, didn't have much of a clue how transforming it is.
One of the main grinds of commercial freelance has been taking any and every job that came along and fitting myself to that brief. Now, while still performing a daily grind on a variety of storyboards and layout roughs for the cash flow, I have the opportunity to actually consider my career direction. The agency has posed the question - "What do YOU want to draw and how are we going to make that real for you?"
They book twelve months of advertising for me, with an ad designed to showcase a peice of art I specifically create with my desired work in mind.
So rather than diverting all of my energies into keeping myself afloat, I can finally think about myself, my career and what I want to do with it.
...and I haven't got a single fucking clue.
I'm just stupidly, deliriously excited about the potential!
And these new shoes just add to the bounce. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2008|11:26 am] |
swimswimswimmyswimswim |
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[Apr. 19th, 2008|06:15 pm] |
Dear Driveljournal.
I've been very remiss keeping up with my octopodes, but I will endeavour to catch up sometime in the near future when I'm not überbusy drawing knees. Yes, knees. |
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[Apr. 16th, 2008|04:19 pm] |
And then the agency called up and asked me if I was able to draw a crazy old man with a large, covered erection, smoking cigarettes, with the remains of many old smokes on the ground around him. For a t-shirt.
I laughed, "For real?"
"For real. You have free reign to go to town on it. Cartoony and expressive."
"I love you guys."
They totally have my number. |
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[Apr. 16th, 2008|04:13 pm] |
plp. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2008|03:27 pm] |
Many people also believe Octopus are as smart as cats. There's a rich vein of stupid puns in that. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2008|04:45 pm] |
Bloop. |
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