Ah, the Joys of Life
Jun. 15th, 2006 06:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doc_destructoSo, about that meeting of all the prodigious comc creators/graphic storytellers in Lexington? Yeah, nobody fuckin' showed up so it was me and the comicbook store clerk (Jamie, with his Masters in Archaic Languages or some shit) shooting the shit while the pre-adolescent Yu-Gi-Oh! tournament raged in the back of the store. Not what I'd hoped for, but still, new friends and all.
Work's been something odd. Not exactly busy, but just busy enough to keep my mind off my original projects. Que sera sera.
Tonight, I'm taking a couple hours off and watching Little Man whilene_today hangs out with her knitting peeps. Little Man, coincidentally is banging Jetfire on my drawing table and we're listening to Switchfoot in the background.
On the bright side, Oni Press is having another talent search, so I'm probably going to slap together something with one of their scripts. I'm also working on pulling something together for Tokyopop's yearly contest. But oh-so many genres to choose from!
Oh well, maybe I can get some writing done once Little Dude is in bed. Hope springs eternal and all that jazz.
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...who uses the phrase "all that jazz" anymore? God, I'm a friggin' anachronism. I blame you, mom. You and the Seventies in general.
Work's been something odd. Not exactly busy, but just busy enough to keep my mind off my original projects. Que sera sera.
Tonight, I'm taking a couple hours off and watching Little Man while
ne_today hangs out with her knitting peeps. Little Man, coincidentally is banging Jetfire on my drawing table and we're listening to Switchfoot in the background.On the bright side, Oni Press is having another talent search, so I'm probably going to slap together something with one of their scripts. I'm also working on pulling something together for Tokyopop's yearly contest. But oh-so many genres to choose from!
Oh well, maybe I can get some writing done once Little Dude is in bed. Hope springs eternal and all that jazz.
...
...who uses the phrase "all that jazz" anymore? God, I'm a friggin' anachronism. I blame you, mom. You and the Seventies in general.
