Are You Not Entertained?! (No, not really.)

So a few months ago I received a couple of emails from someone asking me to do a series of articles about the differences between foreign language films and their english language remakes. Sounds like a great idea, honestly! The problem is that I haven’t SEEN any and haven’t had a chance to. This sort of sums up my recent problems with entertainment in general lately. I don’t have TIME to be entertained these days. Entertainment is something you take in during your free time. I’m not sure I remember what that is.

That’s not to say I’m not watching some television. I stop whatever I’m doing when Steven Universe comes on. Until recently I was an avid viewer of Rick and Morty, but I haven’t had the chance to sit down with my friends to watch in a long while now. I actually got to see three episodes of The Flash the other night instead of sleeping. Loved it! Probably won’t get to see it again for another six months.

Honestly, unless I can take it in while working on a comic, I don’t get to do a lot of media. Night Vale is a favorite, audio books are great, and Far Land or Bust! is perfect because who wants to watch the world shake while Kurt walks? I’ve tried doing real TV shows before. Stargate: SG-1 was a great radio show for me. Babylon 5 as well. The problem is there’s not much compelling on TV for me any more.

So yeah. Maybe I can get back to doing some reviews, but for the time being I’m working and comicing.

General thoughts and rambling.

Life has been. . . hectic.
First off, the convention back in June went great. I had a fantastic time, met some new folks, and caught up with friends I don’t see often. Since then I’ve started working three jobs. It’s not been easy. The last three weeks have been double crazy as I’ve been working full days at one job for six days a week. I haven’t had much of a chance for art because of that. I haven’t had much time for ANYTHING lately. Now things are calming down a bit and I wanted to get some thoughts down before things get crazy again.

Funnily enough, I’m going to another convention this weekend. I’ll be at the River City Comic Expo in Little Rock, Arkansas on August 29th in artists alley, table 1617 with Kit. Should be fun and I may get to meet Gail Simone. I’m still getting the mental con crud, but I’m holding myself together better this time.

In other news. . .

The sun is shining, the temperature has dropped to tolerable levels and it’s been really pleasant outside. Naturally, I’ve been miserable. It was this time last year that my dad was heading into his final days. I remember the constant trips to the emergency room, tailing an ambulance as they rush him to CMMC in a desperate attempt to prolong his life for just a little longer. This is actually the anniversary of home hospice starting their service with us. In less than a month he’d be in the facility and within a week he’d be gone. Now when the long light comes through the trees in the afternoon as I drive home I can feel myself start to tear up and come apart. I remember trying to reassure him that things were going to be ok. Those long periods of holding his hand and just trying to be there.
Yesterday, on the way home, I was passed by a white 1977 Ford F100 just like he used to have. I won’t lie. I broke down right then and there and had to wait till I could hold it together to drive home.

So yeah. That’s where I am right now. I’ll most more frequently and try to get back in the habit of being around. You guys stay safe and try not to get horribly burned to death by dragons or anything.

Moleskins and Journals and Blogs



So I’ve got this thing for journals. I suppose it’s a hobby, but it’s more like an obsession. I always wanted a diary when I was a kid but I was terrible about writing in them. On some level I still am but that doesn’t stop me. I love the idea of a blank book that you fill with your own ideas and thoughts.
My prized journal is a lovely brown leather number with a metal owl’s face embedded in the front. It was a gift from Kit and it’s beautiful. I also have one with fleur de lis imprinted in blue leather. That one saw a lot of use. I wrote in it for about four years on and off. The problem with it is how toxic it is. So much angst and depression and hate. It’s also from a time when a friend tried to kill himself. It’s always painful to read.
Another toxic one is a hard back, red, Five Star note book I used while a manager at Rose’s. It’s full of the scribblings of a man slowly going mad from stress and loneliness. It also has some photos taped into it that I found in a desk in a disused security office.
Another journal I’ve recently started using is also from Kit. It’s a Tardis diary like the one River and the Doctor used. I use it for note taking for graphic design and gaming.

While the journals are for thoughts (mostly) I tend to write down webcomic and graphic design stuff in a series of moleskins. My first one was unlined and has the early drafts of some Errant Apprentice stories in it. The ink is from a gel pen and tends to smudge. Also, the lack of lines makes my handwriting look like that of a five year old.
My main moleskin is what I call my “Mac Book” because of the Apple sticker on the cover. It’s lined and I’ve started using IT for my comic notes. It has some Mailbox stuff and I’m going to fill the rest of it with EA notes. It has a few notes for some school projects but I started using it for EA around issue 14. Working on 19 in there now.
I also have a large unlined book I use for group projects. I used it for some school stuff and notes for our short films. I haven’t had much call to pull that one out lately.

Blogs are the one “collection” I’m trying to cut down on. I have this one of course but every now and then I remember my old Livejournal and post something in there. I’ve had a blogger site, a dreamwidth site, and the comic has a blog on it. Now though, I try to keep everything centered here. Personal posts and op/eds. I’ll post updates about my career on the portfolio site, but there hasn’t been much to share on that front lately.

I guess what I’m saying here is that if there’s one thing that I can’t stand, it’s a blank page.


I’ve got some logo design to do tonight. One is for Andy. One is for me. I’ve been looking at Bloggity for awhile now and it’s identical to my portfolio site and I don’t like this. Bloggity should feel more random and a bit closer to my heart. In other words, it’s time for a new logo here. I’ve got some ideas and we’ll see how they work out. I’ll need to work on them at home though.

As for Andy’s, I need a really good image from a really bad piece of film. It’a contradiction. If I can just get one frame to be clear enough to copy I can do what I need to.

As I said before. More on both of those when they’re done.

The Last Few Days in Review

So it’s been not a bad week, really. I tried to get an extension on my deferment but the fedloan site was unresponsive so I’ll try that again next week. Mike and I ended up at Best Buy last night and we also looked into getting more ram for the work computers.

Today I got a comic done and mucked about on the Minecraft server. We’re in the process of converting our island into one large village. The keep is coming along and I’ll be building the garrison in it.

I feel odd. I almost feel down, but not quite. I also feel like I could be in a decent mood. I’m balanced and unfortunately that means a good push in either direction could ┬ásend me over a side. I don’t WANT to go either direction. I want to be balanced. It’s a good feeling to be kinda normal for once.

I did a small bit of rearranging in my room. I turned my art desk to face my bookcase and television so I can work at it and not feel isolated. Just facing the wall felt really odd. I always felt that I’d done something wrong like in elementary school when I sat at it but now I feel like I can work from here. I’m a part of my room and part of the world and I’m good with that.

Work’s not bad. Was a little late getting out of there yesterday due to the criminally low memory on the network printer. Forty minutes to print four copies of an image. Crimeny. On the way home I got stuck in traffic due to a wreck. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I weren’t in my car. The thing smokes due to an oil leak and it idles badly and wants to die after a short time. I keep having to kick it into neutral if I’m stuck like that. My dad’s truck would have been better.

Is it weird that this is the first time in ages that my house has felt like home? Probably. It maybe because it’s winter. The cold always makes me grateful for a home. I need to remember that more often. . .