Hello! Moi Name is Soimon
And Oi loike to do drawrings.
I got the worst of the memories sketched out last night. I think when I scan them in, ink and color them it will remove me from them a little more each time. I'm putting them all in my heavy leatherbound sketchbook. There's something really therapeutic about being able to close the cover of a book on it. It's not in me, it's in a book, so it's like something I imagined up for myself. And when it becomes an image in Photoshop, it will be even more so.
Which leaves me with a conundrum. I had to put a lot of music that was on my computer onto my iPod to get Sims to work, but now Photoshop won't run because it doesn't have enough memory to do anything. So I'm going to have to remove even more music. I need an external hard-drive, but spending $665 on a new clutch for the car last weekend kind of left us completely broke and entirely dependent upon my pay-check.
I'll find a way. At the very least I've got this iPod which has more space on it than my entire computer, which is pretty sad. Maybe I'll just move the entire music library over.
Are you wondering what the title of this entry's from? It's from an old Staurday Night Live skit. Mike Myers played a young boy with a british accent named Simon. He liked to do drawings. His father would take him on business trips all around the world and Simon drew pictures of all of the famous landmarks he got to see. And when he pulled the drawings out, they were all behind a window-frame, because his father never let him leave the hotel room while he was doing his meetings.
"My Nanny says a word, she says... "neglect." But I don't know what that means!" he would say, beaming.
And it was hilarious, the way he did it. But I've been thinking about it a lot lately. My therapist told me I was severely neglected as a child. Mom used to leave us in the car a lot on her shopping trips. She always said she'd only be a minute, but Mom can't shop for less than two hours. Maureen and I would just spend the time playing in the car. I remember once we parked behind a Pinto. Maureen and I kept watching it to make sure it didn't move. I was worried that it would suddenly move and touch our car and it would blow up, because that was big on the news at the time. The Horse Cars would explode.
I never knew I was neglected. I can understand how knowing that would help you understand where your problems came from, but for me, it was just my life.
My reality is changing and I'm not sure what to do with it. So I'm just turning my memories into, in essence, comic strips only without the "comic" part. Although I think the Pinto one will be funny just on premise. :) Two little girls watching the Horse Car 'cause Horse Cars blow up. We were half hoping it would because that would be rad.
I got the worst of the memories sketched out last night. I think when I scan them in, ink and color them it will remove me from them a little more each time. I'm putting them all in my heavy leatherbound sketchbook. There's something really therapeutic about being able to close the cover of a book on it. It's not in me, it's in a book, so it's like something I imagined up for myself. And when it becomes an image in Photoshop, it will be even more so.
Which leaves me with a conundrum. I had to put a lot of music that was on my computer onto my iPod to get Sims to work, but now Photoshop won't run because it doesn't have enough memory to do anything. So I'm going to have to remove even more music. I need an external hard-drive, but spending $665 on a new clutch for the car last weekend kind of left us completely broke and entirely dependent upon my pay-check.
I'll find a way. At the very least I've got this iPod which has more space on it than my entire computer, which is pretty sad. Maybe I'll just move the entire music library over.
Are you wondering what the title of this entry's from? It's from an old Staurday Night Live skit. Mike Myers played a young boy with a british accent named Simon. He liked to do drawings. His father would take him on business trips all around the world and Simon drew pictures of all of the famous landmarks he got to see. And when he pulled the drawings out, they were all behind a window-frame, because his father never let him leave the hotel room while he was doing his meetings.
"My Nanny says a word, she says... "neglect." But I don't know what that means!" he would say, beaming.
And it was hilarious, the way he did it. But I've been thinking about it a lot lately. My therapist told me I was severely neglected as a child. Mom used to leave us in the car a lot on her shopping trips. She always said she'd only be a minute, but Mom can't shop for less than two hours. Maureen and I would just spend the time playing in the car. I remember once we parked behind a Pinto. Maureen and I kept watching it to make sure it didn't move. I was worried that it would suddenly move and touch our car and it would blow up, because that was big on the news at the time. The Horse Cars would explode.
I never knew I was neglected. I can understand how knowing that would help you understand where your problems came from, but for me, it was just my life.
My reality is changing and I'm not sure what to do with it. So I'm just turning my memories into, in essence, comic strips only without the "comic" part. Although I think the Pinto one will be funny just on premise. :) Two little girls watching the Horse Car 'cause Horse Cars blow up. We were half hoping it would because that would be rad.