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In Providence. Maria is shocked at me for being unhip enough to mention that I don’t like the Strokes in a record store, but dang, man, they’re all 2002.
It was a long drive but not so long as California. I have now visited both ends of the country inside 30 days, so basically I’m the king and I get a special hat.
Searching for references a little bit ago, I google imaged for “raccoon” and noticed a really cool little character sketch near the bottom of the first page. The link turned out to be a Painter sketch directory at Tourniquet, art repository of Vera Brosgol, of whose I’ve been a big fan for years. It’s a pretty neat directory. My favorites are “couple” and “purple shirt.”
Anyway, I thought the validation of my, um, liking her art (even when I didn’t know it was hers) was neat. I actually already own an original, and I’d like very much to get her to sketch something this summer at Calicomicon.
I’m sending a packet of misdirected mail to my mother, only I don’t have a postal scale nor any way of getting to one. I judged its weight (by holding it in one hand and two sticks of butter in the other, and asking Maria’s friend Jackie to do the same) to be about 9 ozzes, which apparently costs $2.21 and thus consumed my last six stamps (= $2.22). Innovation!
Really hoping that’s enough postage now.
Incidentally, remember that one time I mentioned how weird it was that there are so many wig shops on Fourth Street? Well, VINDICATION!
“In Greek mythology, the God of War was called Aries.”
Um, no? Ares was the god of war. Aries was a legendary ram. Nice try, though, and I’m definitely going to trust anything else you say in that article.
O.J. Simpson: Pirate!
I think Atom is stupid, and Blogger is stupid for using it. But now, feed on feeds supports Atom! Which doesn’t make it less stupid, but does mean I finally get to read Blogger blogs via aggregator.
Future plans for my aggregator include somehow fusing it with my cell phone, or giving it lasers. I may also paint flames on the sides (we all know what that does). Plus, someday, it will babysit my kids.
My notes are mostly doodles now, but I can’t claim the same kind of downhill slide as Amy, because they were mostly doodles to begin with. I think the first page of last semester’s notebook was all doodles.
What it gets down to is that I don’t pay much attention in class, which is bad. But the professor for whom I have two of my classes hands out hard copies of his PowerPoint presentations every day, which is good. But I’m still not doing well in two of my classes, which is bad. But I get a lot of writing and drawing done, which is good. But I’m still not drawing comics and I haven’t gotten around to publishing my writing project yet, which is bad.
Grad school is proving very useful to me, in that I’m a much better programmer than I was six months ago, and also now I understand frequencies. It may well be, though, that it proves more useful as a way of forcing me to create via an acute and growing distaste for computer science. If I actually had a way to make a living writing, I know perfectly well that I would instead play Dynasty Warriors and never write anything, until I ran out of food and starved. But being stuck in a quiet room with lots of math and Web Serwices[1] is a pretty efficient way to turn my desire for escape into a very exacting word count.
Amy’s blog is pretty great, by the way.
