Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Illness and Art

Ugh. I'm sick. I only get sick about once a year, and when I do, it's a doozy. Headache, sore throat, aches, dizziness, fatigue, weakness. How freakin' lame.

I've started drawing more comics, which makes me feel good. I have a bunch of plans for some more. There's one I want to do, illustrating a poem I wrote once. It'll be short, but I think I'll make that my first big project. Wish I had a tablet.

... Wish I knew how to USE a tablet.

My dad keeps telling me to go into art. I just don't know. That would be awesome, but... how do you break into that, man? Like, okay, if I do go down this road, I want to make comic books. I've been a fan of them, and all my webcomics, for a long time. I've been making cartoons since I was pretty young. The first mini-comic book I made was around age 9. It was really dumb, haha. I called it Star Comix, and there was a dude I'd drawn in the shape of a star on the front. I-It would make more sense if you saw it.
When I was about 11, I made Taboo. He was a cartoon character modeled after this little round candle that my sister had stuck two different coloured tacks into, for eyes. I first heard the word 'taboo' in class, and thought it was a cool word, so I christened him as thus. Heather helped me modify him, so he had two blue crescent shapes as eyes. Man, we made a toooon of silly little comics of him and her own character, Chilli, who looked like a... gerbil, or a cat, I guess. Only, he had no legs and a giant tail. Yeeeeah.

I've always made comics, and loved drawing, but figured I'd be a writer. Now, I'm not so sure. Maybe comics are the way to go?

Honestly? I feel so ill and achey right now, that I am going to post this, turn my computer off and go straight to bed. Goodnight all, and here's to feeling better in the morning for some gadabouting with Tanis.

Friday, September 24, 2010

How I Missed Your Ranting

Whoooaaa! This is my one hundredth blog post right here. It feels kind of momentous. I know it just means that I've been sitting around long enough to write some rabble, but still, it's important rabble.

So, my children, what's been going on?

Again, nothing. I work and hang out with no one. I'm really taking this loner thing to new heights. Honestly, the idea of hanging out with people is starting to make me uncomfortable. I'll be a bona fide hermit in no time! But in all seriousness, children, you're going to end up never seeing me again. I'll come out of my house every so often to be with Max, and that's all. Maybe that's all I need?

Naw, that's not true. Now, I never get lonely (which is one of my super powers) but I do get restless. Come to think of it, why don't I ever just go places by myself when I want to do something? I'm not adverse to seeing movies by myself, or just being on my own in general.

Speaking of being on my own, I was frustrated the other day that I don't have a place to call my own yet. I voiced this frustration to my father, and he came up with an awesome idea. He said "Well, why don't you and me rent a whole house together? I'll get the whole top half, and you'll get the whole basement." Holy fuck, yes please! At first I was hesitant. What did I want to share a place with my dad for? The whole point of moving out is to get away from my family. And then I thought "Wait, am I retarded or something?" An entire basement to myself? He said he would probably only charge me $400 tops for rent, for the whole basement. I'd have to be so fucking stupid to say no to that. So, we're going to rent a house together! I'm stoked. I'll have my own little suite, my own little kitchen and living room and bathroom and everything. I'm hoping it'll have two rooms, because one will obvs be my bedroom, and the other will become a study, no fucking joke. Do you know how long I've wanted my own study? I'll keep all my books there, and get this sweet old fashioned desk. And stuffed animals or something, and a big glass decanter of scotch. Goddamn, that will be awesome.

Apparently, we're going to have some friend of my dad's living with us soon. Well, the son of a friend. I'd be cool with it, but Rachel said he's like, 30+. That'll be lame. I thought he was going to be my age or something. I don't want to hang out with some old guy. Then my dad suggested we let him have the basement. No fucking way, man. If that happens, I will kick up such a fuss. Now, I pride myself on not being spoiled, but no way is some stranger going to get the awesome part of the house. I need that study.

Hrmm, what else has been happening.

I've started slow but steady work on my comic now. Big step: Two of my main characters now have names, which I'm pretty excited about. I'm going to start getting serious with this and developing the story more. Still not really sure how I'm going to make this into a webcomic, since I don't know anything about the "web" part of that word. Hopefully Max will lend a hand with the technical mumbo-jumbo, because I'm just no good at it.

Ugh, tired again. I hate getting tired. I slept for more than 12 hours last night though, so I can't really understand why I'm so tired now.

Tonight, I watched Samson and Delilah, Enter the Dragon and The Man from Laramie, on TCM. Today, I ate 2 toaster strudels, 3 spring rolls, one bowl of butternut squash ravioli in pesto sauce, one bowl of blueberry and vanilla granola cereal, one small bag of M&M's, half of a pomegranate and one package of Sesame Snaps. Why am I keeping track of this? I always do anyway, in my head.

There was something else I was going to tell you, but now I honestly can't recall. I've added another 2 webcomics to my ever growing list today. It's getting hard to keep track of them. I need to break out my obsessive organizing skills and order them by their updating schedule.

Well children, that's all for now. It's been a good 100 posts. Let's hope for 100 more!

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Nothing Better

I'd like to take a moment to welcome a new follower to this blog, a certain Lady of the Woo. Hello, new friend! Welcome to the club!

Oh god, who am I kidding? There is no club. It's just me and a computer screen. Boo hoo hoo.

Updates? Updates!

Oh wait, nothing cool has happened (except Sushi, and Gelato, and Sleepover last night! Am I right?). I wish I didn't live such a ho-hum life. I wish something interesting would happen. I wish...

I wish I could write like I used to. But everytime I want to, I get scared and give up before an attempt was even made. It's so sad. I cry, sometimes. But only sometimes. I'm big and strong, dontchya know?
I'm scared, too scared to pick up my trombone and coax the tones again. To afraid to illustrate my stories, to afraid to try anything that will accomplish nothing but let me know that I'm hopeless.

Le sigh. I'm such a lazy bum.

You know what I'm going to do? I am going to post a list of all my favourite webcomics, because I meant to do it a long time ago, and I feel that they should all get some free advertising because they're so amazing. Some are a little NSFW, but we're all big kids, right?



Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Shrub Monkeys

Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name

Girls With Slingshots

Nedroid Picture Diary

Gunnerkrigg Court

Hark! A Vagrant

Johnny Wander

The Meek

The Zombie Hunters

Bad Machinery


The Seraph Inn (Dreamless, Inverloch and The Phoenix Requiem)

Rice Boy and Order of Tales

Awkward Zombie

Darwin Carmichael Is Going To Hell
Manly Guys Doing Manly Things
Sandra and Woo

Those last 4 don't include pictures because somehow, it is suddenly 4:40 am and I don't know how this happened. This is what time I was up until last night, too!

Will I ever learn from my mistakes? Stayed tuned, kids!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Breakfast and Dinner (Dreakfast? Brinner?)

I just ate the most perfect toaster strudels, and now I feel all warm and happy inside. My mouth is still literally watering.
I have this obsession with toaster strudels, which I'm pretty sure stemmed from me not being allowed to have them as a wee child. No, I only had good, wholesome breakfasts in my younger years. Whenever my mom was making it, it was homemade pancakes with real maple syrup. Whenever my dad made breakfast (this was usually on weekends and was more of a brunch) we had peameal bacon and eggs, fruit, a big hunk of bread, and coco. I have no idea if that's the proper spelling, and it has no relation to 'cocoa' or anything else chocolatey. The way you make it is to whip egg yolks with some sugar until you get this custard, which in itself is an amazing treat. He would always make extra, so my brother and sister and I could some in a little bowl. Then, you take the custard and stir it in to warm milk, making the most frothy, the most delicious hot drink anyone could ever have imagined.

Now, I eat toaster strudels.

I was kind of lamenting the loss of our family dinners the other day. When my parents were still together, we would all have dinner together every night. My mum was what you would call a homemaker, up until I was in my mid-teens. I had a warm breakfast everyday, a lunch prepared for school, and a delicious dinner every night.
My mum made some great dinners. Lasagna nights were the best, made with my nonna's recipe. Stir fry nights were great too, and tortilla night was everybody's favourite. One of my all-time favourite meals was a recipe my mum had pulled from her father's Healthy Heart cookbook, which he'd gotten after his first heart attack. I don't know what it's called, but you chop up broccoli really fine, and toss grated gruyere in with white rice. With some of the rice, you make a ball of it, and wrap a piece of sole (or your favourite white fish) around it. Then you bake the fish/rice combo in the oven for a bit, leaving plenty of extra rice in a pot to put on the side of your plate. It is AMAZING, and I would eat it everyday for the rest of my life if I could.

Man, look what happened. I started talking about toaster strudels, and then I took a tasty trip down memory lane.

Going to go get my laptop fixed today (hopefully) and finally watch Scott Pilgrim with Max. Nice, relaxing day. Cute outfit, even if the pants do smell like woodsmoke a bit, and a nice sunny day. Let's try and make this pleasant, shall we?

Monday, September 6, 2010



-getting my license
-going back to school
-moving out
-make more $$$
-hang out with friends more

I need to improve my life, people, but the prospect of doing so kind of terrifies me. I don't know why. I'm just kind of set in my ways, you know?

But I'm tired of that. I want to be an adult.

Argh, I'll write a proper one of these later, I promise.

You Can't Break That Which Isn't Yours

Everytime someone tells me what they want to do with their lives, I'm really supportive. "Oh, that sounds cool!" "That's the perfect job for you!" and yadda yadda yadda.

But whenever I tell anyone what I want to be, I always get criticized. Like, fucking ALWAYS.

"Oh, you won't make very much money doing that."
"I don't think there are a lot of jobs around for that right now."
"School will be expensive. I guess you'll have to get a bunch of student loans."
"Will that pay off?"
"You shouldn't get carried away with any ideas."

Fuck you! Fuck you! I can be whatever I want! Leave me alone!