Some times you eat the bar, sometimes the bar eats you.
I guess that's about all that goes into a day most of the time.
Job hunting sucks. I hate interviewing. Since I was 14 I've been unemployed for 2 months. There is a reason for that. There isn't a lot of middle ground. I can make more freelancing, but I end up without insurance(which makes snowboarding, surfing, karate potentially very expensive) or 401K and paid vacation, or I can make shit and not be able to afford to go surfing or study karate (though I could buy comics again). Hopefully I can choose between catalog production for an auction house, book production for the academic publisher I've always dreamed of working for, or online project management for course materials with another very good academic publisher. *takes a knock-back from the bottle*
Rum good, downsizing sucks.
My first vacation to someplace further than a lake in Upstate New York is soon, Puerto Rico. A few nights in a couchsurfer host's pad, a pair of days on Culeibra (tiny island of the NE coast, good camping), then a friends wedding in San Juan. Beach + Billy (WADO's name in high school; guess what the W stands for) =
. Hoping I can relax and enjoy it (my jaw is stuff from clenching my teeth the past 3 days).
My webcomic is coming along, shooting for early July at this point. I am relearning my photoshop chops, which were never very good, but I designed a graphic for the cover of a chapbook containing the first 2 segments of my poetry epic. Hopefully by the middle of the summer I can start selling some at readings and such.
Just not sleeping is what is happening here. Its night, cool, crisp in the city. M.I.A. in the park earlier, heard the show from my window. I do enjoy the hell out of Greenpoint. The afterparty was at Europa, which I still find funny, as it is typically full of drunk, dancy Poles. Googily.
I guess that's about all that goes into a day most of the time.
Job hunting sucks. I hate interviewing. Since I was 14 I've been unemployed for 2 months. There is a reason for that. There isn't a lot of middle ground. I can make more freelancing, but I end up without insurance(which makes snowboarding, surfing, karate potentially very expensive) or 401K and paid vacation, or I can make shit and not be able to afford to go surfing or study karate (though I could buy comics again). Hopefully I can choose between catalog production for an auction house, book production for the academic publisher I've always dreamed of working for, or online project management for course materials with another very good academic publisher. *takes a knock-back from the bottle*
Rum good, downsizing sucks.
My first vacation to someplace further than a lake in Upstate New York is soon, Puerto Rico. A few nights in a couchsurfer host's pad, a pair of days on Culeibra (tiny island of the NE coast, good camping), then a friends wedding in San Juan. Beach + Billy (WADO's name in high school; guess what the W stands for) =
. Hoping I can relax and enjoy it (my jaw is stuff from clenching my teeth the past 3 days).
My webcomic is coming along, shooting for early July at this point. I am relearning my photoshop chops, which were never very good, but I designed a graphic for the cover of a chapbook containing the first 2 segments of my poetry epic. Hopefully by the middle of the summer I can start selling some at readings and such.
Just not sleeping is what is happening here. Its night, cool, crisp in the city. M.I.A. in the park earlier, heard the show from my window. I do enjoy the hell out of Greenpoint. The afterparty was at Europa, which I still find funny, as it is typically full of drunk, dancy Poles. Googily.
oui:
fuck. yeah.