Meeting the Truth Quota While Sorely Lacking in Humor
Here is something I started working on several months ago but didn't finish it because I didn't think it fit with any other comics I had done.
This next bit might be pretty dull to most readers. It is the result of several months of email correspondence with a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless. We agreed to ask each other sincere and investigative questions that, hopefully, would yield something interesting to reflect upon. The real purpose was to have a mode for discourse and, I guess that is why I am posting it. I don't feel like people really say anything when they talk and I would encourage them to have real discussions whenever possible. I was recently having a good talk with Tim and it reminded me that I had these archived and that I should take a look at them. Here are some of answers to several questions asked:
What are you doing with your life?
I really don't know. I thought, for a long time, that I was building a skill set that would progress me further along in my creative endeavors. Some skills have not progressed as quickly or easily as I would have liked. For example, I am a very poor musician. Even that might be an overstatement. The composition is there but it takes years and years to become proficient with any instrument. I can sing and I have rudimentary abilities with a keyboard. What saves me is the amount of time I spend noodling and trying things out. However, I'm pretty sure that if you gave a monkey a synthesizer, locked him in a room for six months and recorded everything that happened you'd have the next Strawberry Jam. However, music is an after thought. For me, writing and film have always been the primary modes of conveying a story and are the two I formats that I feel the most comfortable with. It is unfortunate that I have not figured out how to make a living doing either as of yet. I think that's why I started doing comics too. They just seem to fit along with everything else and are immediately eye catching, even if they aren't any good.
What's the first random memory you can tell me off the top of your head?
When I was nine and my older sister gave me all of her Garfield books. I spent the rest of that summer and all of that winter reading and rereading them while sitting on air vents around the house. It made me wish I had a cat and was the first time I can ever recall them being interesting. When I was that age I probably read a minimum of two hours a day.
What do you look for in a mate?
A women who can offer me things I can't offer myself and someone that I find interesting, smart and that takes some initiative. I also want them to be beautiful and, more importantly, unique. There are a lot of people out there that you see vague copies of all over the world and then there are people who you only see once but keep looking around for anyway. I want the latter.
Do you believe in a god?
I am not absolutely certain that there is no such thing as a higher power or influential deity in the sky. However, if there is, I am sure that it is better to pay them no mind.
What are your favorite material things?
I have a quite a few articles of clothing that once belonged to someone I loved. Those are important. I like the freedom that comes along with motorcycles and cars. I also have a few old sentimental objects that are dear to me. Outside of that, nothing really seems all that important.
How did you get into film, writing and art?
I spent most of it sort of doing what I wanted in high school. I was editor of the opinion's page with my friend Jenny and worked in video production with Matt and Tim. I took several art classes every semester and even applied to art school but was rejected. It really made me angry and I became depressed when I read their comments about the work I submitted. They said that there was "no common theme and no classical influences." I wrote them a letter that said they were a bunch of fat dicks but, in the end, I realized that they were right. My photographs were nothing new, my paintings were bizarre, abstract and occasionally comical. Looking back, I could have done better in school if I had tried harder. I always got good grades but I never really applied myself or pushed myself. I spent a lot of my time sneaking out of school and going to the city or just cruising around town.
What do you care about most?
I care about the people who have made some kind of impact on me and that I've formed a bond with because of it. It's sort of funny because there really isn't any common thread between them but they're all sort of the same. They did something or said something that I liked and eventually I wanted to have them in my life. A lot of them probably even don't know that I still care or don't even realize that I think about them. I also care about creative output, adventure and acquiring good stories. A good story or a great conversation can turn your entire day around. Words have power. Period. I figure that, when I'm on my death bed, all I will have left are a few good stories. Narratives are powerful tools and wonderful entertainment. You can share a story with anybody willing to receive it. I find them terribly useful too.
This next bit might be pretty dull to most readers. It is the result of several months of email correspondence with a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless. We agreed to ask each other sincere and investigative questions that, hopefully, would yield something interesting to reflect upon. The real purpose was to have a mode for discourse and, I guess that is why I am posting it. I don't feel like people really say anything when they talk and I would encourage them to have real discussions whenever possible. I was recently having a good talk with Tim and it reminded me that I had these archived and that I should take a look at them. Here are some of answers to several questions asked:
What are you doing with your life?
I really don't know. I thought, for a long time, that I was building a skill set that would progress me further along in my creative endeavors. Some skills have not progressed as quickly or easily as I would have liked. For example, I am a very poor musician. Even that might be an overstatement. The composition is there but it takes years and years to become proficient with any instrument. I can sing and I have rudimentary abilities with a keyboard. What saves me is the amount of time I spend noodling and trying things out. However, I'm pretty sure that if you gave a monkey a synthesizer, locked him in a room for six months and recorded everything that happened you'd have the next Strawberry Jam. However, music is an after thought. For me, writing and film have always been the primary modes of conveying a story and are the two I formats that I feel the most comfortable with. It is unfortunate that I have not figured out how to make a living doing either as of yet. I think that's why I started doing comics too. They just seem to fit along with everything else and are immediately eye catching, even if they aren't any good.
What's the first random memory you can tell me off the top of your head?
When I was nine and my older sister gave me all of her Garfield books. I spent the rest of that summer and all of that winter reading and rereading them while sitting on air vents around the house. It made me wish I had a cat and was the first time I can ever recall them being interesting. When I was that age I probably read a minimum of two hours a day.
What do you look for in a mate?
A women who can offer me things I can't offer myself and someone that I find interesting, smart and that takes some initiative. I also want them to be beautiful and, more importantly, unique. There are a lot of people out there that you see vague copies of all over the world and then there are people who you only see once but keep looking around for anyway. I want the latter.
Do you believe in a god?
I am not absolutely certain that there is no such thing as a higher power or influential deity in the sky. However, if there is, I am sure that it is better to pay them no mind.
What are your favorite material things?
I have a quite a few articles of clothing that once belonged to someone I loved. Those are important. I like the freedom that comes along with motorcycles and cars. I also have a few old sentimental objects that are dear to me. Outside of that, nothing really seems all that important.
How did you get into film, writing and art?
I spent most of it sort of doing what I wanted in high school. I was editor of the opinion's page with my friend Jenny and worked in video production with Matt and Tim. I took several art classes every semester and even applied to art school but was rejected. It really made me angry and I became depressed when I read their comments about the work I submitted. They said that there was "no common theme and no classical influences." I wrote them a letter that said they were a bunch of fat dicks but, in the end, I realized that they were right. My photographs were nothing new, my paintings were bizarre, abstract and occasionally comical. Looking back, I could have done better in school if I had tried harder. I always got good grades but I never really applied myself or pushed myself. I spent a lot of my time sneaking out of school and going to the city or just cruising around town.
What do you care about most?
I care about the people who have made some kind of impact on me and that I've formed a bond with because of it. It's sort of funny because there really isn't any common thread between them but they're all sort of the same. They did something or said something that I liked and eventually I wanted to have them in my life. A lot of them probably even don't know that I still care or don't even realize that I think about them. I also care about creative output, adventure and acquiring good stories. A good story or a great conversation can turn your entire day around. Words have power. Period. I figure that, when I'm on my death bed, all I will have left are a few good stories. Narratives are powerful tools and wonderful entertainment. You can share a story with anybody willing to receive it. I find them terribly useful too.