I have new glasses. They bring me one step closer to being Daria Morgendorffer, which I have obviously aspired to since I was fourteen.
When I ask people who make comics about writing/plotting, none of them ever tell me anything I don't already know. It just doesn't help much. And then I sense I start getting annoyed, you know, when humble was the starting point, apparently I can't hold on to that humility because I want to smack them for stating the obvious, feeding me trite old mantras, but then again, it obviously works for them.
I hate them.
When I ask people who make comics about writing/plotting, none of them ever tell me anything I don't already know. It just doesn't help much. And then I sense I start getting annoyed, you know, when humble was the starting point, apparently I can't hold on to that humility because I want to smack them for stating the obvious, feeding me trite old mantras, but then again, it obviously works for them.
I hate them.
My first memory of Daria comes from an episode of Beavis and Butthead (I know). They were in a sporting goods store looking for athletic supporters, but the only thing the store had that fit them were badminton eye patches. Daria saw this, and snapped a picture to put in the school newspaper.
All this, and she hadn't even met Jane yet.