The sunset is gorgeous outside of my ticket window. Pink, fuchsia, purple, true blue. Campus lampposts shine butter yellow.
It’s pretty, but I really, really wish I was at home right now.
I’m worried that because I just became aware of the Die Antwoord show in SF, everyone else is going to suddenly decide to buy tickets as well, and there won’t be anything left when I get home in two and a half hours. Plus I’d really like to be eating goat gorgonzola on sourdough with sundried tomatoes and fire roasted peppers and sipping some ridiculous muscat I picked up on a whim at the local snooty foods depot last night. I even bought myself a packet of aromatherapeutic bubble bath. I guess I unwittingly planned a romantic evening with myself, lawl.
I’ve been kind of sick and tired and antisocial these past few days.
“If I want a sound, I usually feel better if I’ve chased it and killed it, skinned it and cooked it. Most things you can get with a button nowadays. So if I was trying for a certain drum sound, my engineer would say: “Oh, for Christ’s sake, why are we wasting our time? Let’s just hit this little cup with a stick here, sample something (take a drum sound from another record) and make it bigger in the mix, don’t worry about it.” I’d say, “No, I would rather go in the bathroom and hit the door with a piece of two-by-four very hard.””—Tom Waits (1985)
So I haven’t checked tumblr in about a week, because I had a weekend of pure hell at work followed by a cold of epic proportions. Skyrim and sleep took up all of my time. I let it get out of hand and now it’s 50 odd pages of catchup to do….
I’ve been at work pretty much morning to night every day and I’m so behind and I want to catch up on everybody I care about and maybe write a little myself but now I have to go to sleep because they want me back at 9:30
this is far too much. i want to sleep until January.
The thing about art school is that the only way I seem to be able to judge the passage of time is by how many TV episodes/movies it takes to draw something.
For example, last night’s homework jam was Peter Pan, Troy, A Knight’s Tale, Season of the Witch, and Hook long.
If three years ago someone had told me that this is what my life would be like in art school, I would not have believed them.
I know that each page of comics I do is approximately 3 episodes of X Files.
OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DID THIS.
It took me the entire first season of Bob’s Burgers to make up my missed work from being out all last week.
It’s usually 1 episode of House for the sketch, maybe two more for inking, then I switch over to Arrested Development or the X-files for color (# of episodes varies greatly with size of piece and length of program.). Occasionally I switch it up with Ace of Cakes, Venture Bros., Home Movies or Carnivale. I used to favor Red Dwarf and GITS: SAC.
Shows I can’t draw to: Superjail! (still trying to see/process every detail, ohmyscience. Need to watch ssn.2), Good Eats (too useful, must store techniques for later), Oban Star-Racers (too pretty and nostalgic. Unless I’m drawing Molly/Aikka. Yiss.), Bob’s Burgers (too lulzy, hands shake)