Don’t you hate it when you get halfway through drawing a comic and suddenly realize that hey, that character isn’t carrying a backpack… and hasn’t been for the entire scene… so why am I drawing one in now?
Crap crap crap. Have to redraw Cole for the whole damn comic.
For a day that started with the realization that the alarm clock was not set, today was a pretty good day.
I got to work with great people to make decisions that make things better, and that’s always fun.
I got to start thinking through a design problem, and that’s doubly fun.
I ate a great lunch with a close friend on a sunny picnic bench.
I went to martial arts and participated in a belt test for the upper belts. It’s the first time in a few weeks that I’ve felt my legs ache leaving class, indicative of a great workout, but one where I felt like I was close to keeping pace. I’m inclined to blame/praise the new allergy/exercise-induced-asthma drug I started taking as the reason for the sudden improvement of my stamina as much as my instructors are inclined to claim it’s due to my hard work. Hard work is easier when you’re actually delivering oxygen to your muscles.
Still, except for a few moments of nausea that I suspect were due to too many crunches & push-ups overlapping the end of my recovery from a stomach bug, I kept pace. When I was a white belt I thought class would always be as physically hard as it was as a white belt. It’s not – it’s getting physically easier and mentally harder. I like it.
I got my confirmation that I’ll be attending martial arts camp the weekend after this upcoming weekend, up in Boston. It promises to be an adventure, with tents and camping and things that are totally beyond my current scope of experience.
I’ve got a big ass buffer of comics right now, which is a great feeling, even if the vast majority of them are idiocy on the Internet.
My awesome husband took our awesome dogs on a walk this afternoon, including a swim in the creek, so everyone’s actually kind of tired tonight. That means I might be allowed to sleep through to tomorrow morning…. and if I actually set my alarm this time, there’s no reason tomorrow won’t be a good day.
So, while every day is three to five meetings and there’s no consistent prediction of when I’ll be leaving the office any more, every afternoon is filled with hammer-wielding gnomes driving knitting needles into my sinuses, and my stomach has still not struck a full truce with food, I’m feeling pretty good.
Signs it’s time for bed:
You…
I’ve managed all three in the last 48 hours, so I’m going to bed early tonight. Well, if you consider 10:30 early.
I’d rather be blogging about my awesome class last weekend, scanning the comics I drew during said class, or even just playing a video game, but my brain has already checked out and it’s pretty clear my body should follow.
But soon! Soon, I swear, I shall blog and comic again.
Arrgh. So I’ve got literally a list of comic ideas, and I’ve been putting in mondo hours of overtime lately. I’d sacrifice Tang Soo Do, except that training has been the only thing really truly capable of clearing all the other stresses from my mind lately. When you’re busy concentrating on the position of your hands and feet you can’t worry about projects or deadlines.
Anyway, the schedule has been slipping horribly, and you deserve better than that. I’m working on giving you better than that. I still owe you one back comic, and I’m starting to sketch again to ensure you get more than one. Drawn even.
But if you were wondering, no, I haven’t forgotten about it, or lost interest. And thank you for reading!
Christmas, and the days before and after, were awesome.
New Year’s was quiet, but also awesome.
Day after, I caught this massive head cold thing that’s going around – sore throat, cough, snot factory, the whole bit. My energy levels are through the floor, but at least I can’t smell dog poop when I’m cleaning up after the pack.
Work went from almost nonexistent to flat-out crazy, which is typical of the “everyone’s back from the holidays, now get to work” mentality that I’ve come to expect after almost 9 years in the same place.
Speaking of long times, today marks the 16th anniversary of the first date where Nighthawk and I considered each other a couple… so that means we’ve been together literally half our lives… that’s 10,000 years in binary.
The puppies are having a hell of a bad time adjusting to us working, and that’s even with us timing our schedules so we’re rarely out of the house for more than 4 hours.
I’ve been doing a lot of knitting, and some drawing, but my drawing is going poorly due to horrible horrible writing. You can draw a funny comic with no words, but if you have poor words, no skill at drawing is going to save you. It’s a work in progress.
So yes, lots of idiocy on the internet and lots of life is odd comics until i get my shit straight.
Today we’re getting a bit of snow (this is not the global warming I signed up for) and possibly some ice tonight, so I’m hoping to hit the mall and save the economy before dinner. We also just got new bookshelves – big ‘uns – so that might be tomorrow’s project, before or after the football game.
The Eagles somehow weaseled their way into the playoffs and I feel obligated to at least watch. I’m not sure it counts as being a bandwagon fan when a) I watch all their games anyway, and b) I’m watching out of morbid curiosity more than a desire to see them win.
No Saturday comic today. Instead, I’ve got so much idiocy on the internet available that I’m going to run a comic every day all next week.
I’m extremely exhausted & feeling like crap, so I’m going to do tomorrow’s comic tomorrow.