Brief Briefing
I just had to write "brief" vs. "breif" about 12 times before deciding on the proper spelling. Now "brief" doesn't even look like a real word. And you'd think I would remember I-Before-Motherfuckin-E, but clearly this was not so.
I am procrastinating on the latest project, being graphics for the website that does not yet exist. As of today I own my domain, and have a year's worth of hosting to look forward to, huzzah. I even made a new graphic for the home page, which will also double as the image for my first self-promo postcard:
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Boobs again. It seems I can't draw a picture without nipples in it lately. Oh well.
Now working on navbar buttons, but it's slooooooooooooooow going. Web shit is seriously my least favorite shit ever. In my senior year at RISD, I had to make a choice during my final semester: take the Comics & Sequential Art class with alternative comic artist David Mazzuchelli? Or the Web Design/Director class with my favorite instructor? In the end I took the web class, because I thought it would be more practical. As it turned out, we didn't spend enough time on HTML for me to really learn it, just enough to know that I hated writing code more than almost anything except filling out forms. (My version of Hell is a big ugly metal school administrator's desk in a windowless room, under a fluorescent light. It is stacked high with endless, nearly identical forms that I need to fill out. In ink. And PLEASE USE BLOCK LETTERS.)
To make things worse, the instructor, who normally rocked, seemed to be learning Director only one lesson ahead of the class --- lectures were disjointed and ploddingly slow, and the program made little sense to me. Where I'd made an incomplete, but sort of working website for the HTML midterm, my final Director project was less an animation and more a slide show. I left that class knowing almost nothing about either HTML or Director, and to this day, I wish I'd taken the comics class. (Seriously, who did I think I was fooling by taking a web design class?)
Now I'm just sort of wishing I'd actually retained SOME sort of information about this shit. I don't like to buy a freaking gumball from an ugly website, so I can't expect an art or gallery director to hire an illustrator with an ugly website. I'm trying to keep it simple (stupid) and hopefully it'll end up looking okay, but I am not remotely confident in my web design capabilities. I am mostly just hoping to not write code so bad that the computer barfs or catches on fire.
The thing that's keeping me relatively cheerful through all of this? I'm rediscovering my love of old Cat Stevens. Seventies starchild hippie crap, yeah I'll grant you, but plays so nicely with Devendra Banhart, Iron & Wine, and Sufjan Stevens among others. It's aged really well. It's also giving me a deep desire to watch Harold & Maude again sometime soon.
I am procrastinating on the latest project, being graphics for the website that does not yet exist. As of today I own my domain, and have a year's worth of hosting to look forward to, huzzah. I even made a new graphic for the home page, which will also double as the image for my first self-promo postcard:
(click for larger image)
Boobs again. It seems I can't draw a picture without nipples in it lately. Oh well.
Now working on navbar buttons, but it's slooooooooooooooow going. Web shit is seriously my least favorite shit ever. In my senior year at RISD, I had to make a choice during my final semester: take the Comics & Sequential Art class with alternative comic artist David Mazzuchelli? Or the Web Design/Director class with my favorite instructor? In the end I took the web class, because I thought it would be more practical. As it turned out, we didn't spend enough time on HTML for me to really learn it, just enough to know that I hated writing code more than almost anything except filling out forms. (My version of Hell is a big ugly metal school administrator's desk in a windowless room, under a fluorescent light. It is stacked high with endless, nearly identical forms that I need to fill out. In ink. And PLEASE USE BLOCK LETTERS.)
To make things worse, the instructor, who normally rocked, seemed to be learning Director only one lesson ahead of the class --- lectures were disjointed and ploddingly slow, and the program made little sense to me. Where I'd made an incomplete, but sort of working website for the HTML midterm, my final Director project was less an animation and more a slide show. I left that class knowing almost nothing about either HTML or Director, and to this day, I wish I'd taken the comics class. (Seriously, who did I think I was fooling by taking a web design class?)
Now I'm just sort of wishing I'd actually retained SOME sort of information about this shit. I don't like to buy a freaking gumball from an ugly website, so I can't expect an art or gallery director to hire an illustrator with an ugly website. I'm trying to keep it simple (stupid) and hopefully it'll end up looking okay, but I am not remotely confident in my web design capabilities. I am mostly just hoping to not write code so bad that the computer barfs or catches on fire.
The thing that's keeping me relatively cheerful through all of this? I'm rediscovering my love of old Cat Stevens. Seventies starchild hippie crap, yeah I'll grant you, but plays so nicely with Devendra Banhart, Iron & Wine, and Sufjan Stevens among others. It's aged really well. It's also giving me a deep desire to watch Harold & Maude again sometime soon.