2325: march of the pigs
By my personal deadline schedule, I should submit my MoD story now, or have submitted it by midnight last night/this morning. However, I've only gotten feedback from one person regarding the completed story, and I'm hesitant to submit the whole thing as is on one person's opinion. At least a second would be nice, particularly one of a totally different set of values and experiences [which is somewhat likely]. There was also something I wanted to add to it, but I can't remember what it was offhand due to being brain-scrubbed from finishing yet another adventure game* in the span of a week--unfortunately, consuming someone else's work has the side effect of either making me incredibly self-conscious of my own projects, or making me forget it entirely. You know, like how I said I'd post my old comics and haven't :p
*Pleurghburg
I really have until the end of THIS month for the early deadline, but this is a personal schedule. I've been thinking about starting a second story, but I haven't worked out the details except that it would prolly be much less 24 and much more My So-Called Life. I've put off doing more on THAT because I started a picture that I'll never finish because there's no audience for it [as such].
The other thing is I'm hitting the "end of vacation" wall again, which always makes me feel as though I have a major final* coming up and haven't studied for it--still a common nightmare I have for some reason. That must be what makes me more active in the mornings, the rushing around feeling of having not gotten everything done I was supposed to have done. It's not the daylight itself that does it, because I vaguely recall having the same feeling during the evenings until I graduated high school, when I was still mostly a daytime person. I mean, it's already been shown that our lunar calendar is longer than the actual day on Earth, so I feel that much more depressed fantasizing about my 34-hour day. At least I give my characters that pleasure.
*as opposed to a final for some elective/audit class
I'm still fantasizing heavily about my characters, for that matter. It's sort of a self-discovery thing, this Yu-Gi-Oh!-esque "Other Me" stuff, and exploring some aspect of me I've never really thought about in detail. It's what appeals to me most about the idea of having kids, but since I still cringe at the idea of shelling out mad money for a chiropractor even when my back is murdering me after a week of no work, I have to channel my unfulfilled energy some other way.
Likely, it's that "when you dream your teeth are falling out, it means you are afraid of growing old" stuff, because I know as fact I'll eventually have to drop mad money for health care. I just haven't yet.
SO, what I'm doing right now is putting off having to walk to the office, since they put off sending us our rent bill, and after that I might start on the tax stuff I said I would have had done by midnight last night/this morning. [That, or read papers and throw them out.] The upside to going back to work is I've talked Frizz into letting me off Friday as per my availability--instead of the potential six-day work week I mentioned before--so I'll have Friday as a back-up for what I should have had done by now.
...of course I'm going to fuck around that night. I know me too well, and Fawx gave me Willy Beamish T_T
*Pleurghburg
I really have until the end of THIS month for the early deadline, but this is a personal schedule. I've been thinking about starting a second story, but I haven't worked out the details except that it would prolly be much less 24 and much more My So-Called Life. I've put off doing more on THAT because I started a picture that I'll never finish because there's no audience for it [as such].
The other thing is I'm hitting the "end of vacation" wall again, which always makes me feel as though I have a major final* coming up and haven't studied for it--still a common nightmare I have for some reason. That must be what makes me more active in the mornings, the rushing around feeling of having not gotten everything done I was supposed to have done. It's not the daylight itself that does it, because I vaguely recall having the same feeling during the evenings until I graduated high school, when I was still mostly a daytime person. I mean, it's already been shown that our lunar calendar is longer than the actual day on Earth, so I feel that much more depressed fantasizing about my 34-hour day. At least I give my characters that pleasure.
*as opposed to a final for some elective/audit class
I'm still fantasizing heavily about my characters, for that matter. It's sort of a self-discovery thing, this Yu-Gi-Oh!-esque "Other Me" stuff, and exploring some aspect of me I've never really thought about in detail. It's what appeals to me most about the idea of having kids, but since I still cringe at the idea of shelling out mad money for a chiropractor even when my back is murdering me after a week of no work, I have to channel my unfulfilled energy some other way.
Likely, it's that "when you dream your teeth are falling out, it means you are afraid of growing old" stuff, because I know as fact I'll eventually have to drop mad money for health care. I just haven't yet.
SO, what I'm doing right now is putting off having to walk to the office, since they put off sending us our rent bill, and after that I might start on the tax stuff I said I would have had done by midnight last night/this morning. [That, or read papers and throw them out.] The upside to going back to work is I've talked Frizz into letting me off Friday as per my availability--instead of the potential six-day work week I mentioned before--so I'll have Friday as a back-up for what I should have had done by now.
...of course I'm going to fuck around that night. I know me too well, and Fawx gave me Willy Beamish T_T