a wee bit tired from driving to downtown for apparently no fucking reason other than to have people give me shit......that how I know my day has started.
Sitting their reading Kavalier and Clay (good book luckily) and waiting for advisemnt. Lo and behold, I ge tot the door 5 minutes early and all meeting were cancelled today. Motherfucker! They couldn't call? They could leave a message? A sitcky note, an email, a telegram, a fucking smoke signal?
After throwing the secretaries shit on the floor I proceeded out of the building....I know this will bite me in the ass in the end.
But what the fuck? For all you college folks out there keep in mind these fuckers salaries come from your money dont take shit from them, don't let them escape from shit, your THIER boss, not the other way around. This like the tail trying to wag the dog.
luckily I'm on the hgi of doing some good work. I worked like mad saturday on the final look of my work on the the Godz comic, and I just need to tweak it a bit, but I was happy coming into my office that it still looked good in my eyes still held it's own. Now i have to go from practice to finish.
Saw "Chicago" this weekend, between that and Michael CHabon's book, I knind of crave the 20's and 40's. As designer and illustrator, this was an interesting time, no computers, just hands on work. I crave that mroe and moe. Sure the computer is great and all, I know I would miss it, but fuck man, something about hand set, type, hand rendered drawings and print and everythign about tha titme, the music, the vigor, that chances, are just fucking enchanting. Though this rather romanticised I know.
Anybody have some TurboNegro mp3's? I knwoshit about the band but that name is fuckign genius....I think I'll name my son Turbo Negro.....he'll be a fucking badass.
One of my girlfriends asked about religion today, and waht I would rais emy kids to be, I told her "a good person" and she was miffed and started talking about Catholicism, an dmy eyes rolled so far back in my head I could see the light coming into my ass. She asked "why?" to the reaction, and i simply told her fom all rleigions that the one i have the least respect for, aside Jehovah's witnesses. She said why? I just told her I hope my kids be happy and pick thier but I if i had to pick one probabaly buddhist. I'm not even buddhist but to me it's seemed to be the one the one with the most emphasis on working yourself out and not trying to damn others. The conversation then led to either to Buffalo wings or Cheese stick for an appetizer. Whew!
(Mindyou the girl I was talking to was some kind religious Zealot but concerned)
I'm writing alot, because I'm pensive, thinking about so many factors now, but unbelievable as it may seem I'm happy.....things are interresting....couldn't ask for anything else.
Sitting their reading Kavalier and Clay (good book luckily) and waiting for advisemnt. Lo and behold, I ge tot the door 5 minutes early and all meeting were cancelled today. Motherfucker! They couldn't call? They could leave a message? A sitcky note, an email, a telegram, a fucking smoke signal?
After throwing the secretaries shit on the floor I proceeded out of the building....I know this will bite me in the ass in the end.
But what the fuck? For all you college folks out there keep in mind these fuckers salaries come from your money dont take shit from them, don't let them escape from shit, your THIER boss, not the other way around. This like the tail trying to wag the dog.
luckily I'm on the hgi of doing some good work. I worked like mad saturday on the final look of my work on the the Godz comic, and I just need to tweak it a bit, but I was happy coming into my office that it still looked good in my eyes still held it's own. Now i have to go from practice to finish.
Saw "Chicago" this weekend, between that and Michael CHabon's book, I knind of crave the 20's and 40's. As designer and illustrator, this was an interesting time, no computers, just hands on work. I crave that mroe and moe. Sure the computer is great and all, I know I would miss it, but fuck man, something about hand set, type, hand rendered drawings and print and everythign about tha titme, the music, the vigor, that chances, are just fucking enchanting. Though this rather romanticised I know.
Anybody have some TurboNegro mp3's? I knwoshit about the band but that name is fuckign genius....I think I'll name my son Turbo Negro.....he'll be a fucking badass.
One of my girlfriends asked about religion today, and waht I would rais emy kids to be, I told her "a good person" and she was miffed and started talking about Catholicism, an dmy eyes rolled so far back in my head I could see the light coming into my ass. She asked "why?" to the reaction, and i simply told her fom all rleigions that the one i have the least respect for, aside Jehovah's witnesses. She said why? I just told her I hope my kids be happy and pick thier but I if i had to pick one probabaly buddhist. I'm not even buddhist but to me it's seemed to be the one the one with the most emphasis on working yourself out and not trying to damn others. The conversation then led to either to Buffalo wings or Cheese stick for an appetizer. Whew!
(Mindyou the girl I was talking to was some kind religious Zealot but concerned)
I'm writing alot, because I'm pensive, thinking about so many factors now, but unbelievable as it may seem I'm happy.....things are interresting....couldn't ask for anything else.
shazb0t:
The Mary set and Voltaire set take me back....Damn