Bobby Dylan gets a new guitar
Excitement isn't good enough a word for this feeling. F'rinstance, I could say, "I'm excited about my new toy!" and you might think, hey, an exclamation point; that's a pretty excited guy. But you would know nothing. The best way - the only way - to describe how I've felt the past two days is IRRATIONAL EXHUBERANCE (always a good go-to term to keep handy in your back pocket).
So yeah, I have a new toy. That toy is a Wacom tablet. What that means is I can draw digitally on my computer. But that's not really what it means. What it really means is that I have witnessed the marriage of my years spent learning Photoshop and my decades sketching away on paper. What it really means is that, through arcane alchemy, I have molten down these twin passions and fused them into one rich alloy, and with it fashioned an enchanted key to the door behind which dreams lie. What it really means, you son of a bitch, is that I am taking shit to the next level.
Like Calvin, when he sent away for a Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs propeller beanie in the mail, my entire day is now spent in a schoolboy daze anxiously waiting until I can get home to use this thing. I've forgone two nights of sleep to have the apartment to myself so I can pen and ink uninterrupted. It's consumed my thoughts and makes me feel warm and happy inside like I'm pregnant with a womb full of ideas, and for once I have the hope that it won't be a miscarriage of creative compromise. This feeling would bring me back from the ledge of a skyscraper. And yes, that's insane, but it can't be underestimated how great it feels to get a new tool that lets me break through so many barriers in my favorite hobby. And maybe it's just me in my room playing around with something that could very well entertain zero people other than me, but that's why they call it inner peace.
I've got a lot to learn, but I'm hitting the ground running and (maybe with my next paycheck) I'm going to set up a website for comics, and that will be what I do forever. Starting with this:
Zombie outbreak comic. This will take me nigh on forever to actually complete the way I want, but I guarantee it will be the shit. I will swear an oath of on its future shit-being.
So yeah, I have a new toy. That toy is a Wacom tablet. What that means is I can draw digitally on my computer. But that's not really what it means. What it really means is that I have witnessed the marriage of my years spent learning Photoshop and my decades sketching away on paper. What it really means is that, through arcane alchemy, I have molten down these twin passions and fused them into one rich alloy, and with it fashioned an enchanted key to the door behind which dreams lie. What it really means, you son of a bitch, is that I am taking shit to the next level.
Like Calvin, when he sent away for a Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs propeller beanie in the mail, my entire day is now spent in a schoolboy daze anxiously waiting until I can get home to use this thing. I've forgone two nights of sleep to have the apartment to myself so I can pen and ink uninterrupted. It's consumed my thoughts and makes me feel warm and happy inside like I'm pregnant with a womb full of ideas, and for once I have the hope that it won't be a miscarriage of creative compromise. This feeling would bring me back from the ledge of a skyscraper. And yes, that's insane, but it can't be underestimated how great it feels to get a new tool that lets me break through so many barriers in my favorite hobby. And maybe it's just me in my room playing around with something that could very well entertain zero people other than me, but that's why they call it inner peace.
I've got a lot to learn, but I'm hitting the ground running and (maybe with my next paycheck) I'm going to set up a website for comics, and that will be what I do forever. Starting with this:
Zombie outbreak comic. This will take me nigh on forever to actually complete the way I want, but I guarantee it will be the shit. I will swear an oath of on its future shit-being.