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Somehow I've gotten so far beyond not knowing what to write here that I feel like I can just say whatever I want to again. To that end, without preamble, without explanation (unless it be asked for), and without order, ten things anyone still friended to this blog may not know about me.
10 Am still kicking around in Williamsburg (Brooklyn, not Colonial) with two roommates, although it won't be the same two anymore, pretty soon. The Original Roommate, valmontgod is sticking around, but our third (Chris am I allowed to link your journal over here, anyway?) is trying to get a grant to travel abroad. I don't wish her luck on that as often as I should.
9 I've been employed by an Illustrator's Representative. Sadly this is in no way announcing that I've found representation for myself (not that I think I want it- a representative's fee for handling the business end of an illustrator's life is something like 30% of every commission. on the other hand, it is kind of a status symbol.) I'm actually a worker. In his office. Sort of a secretary/archivist/person who is handy with a scanner, though NOT, thank god, a gopher. I took an internship with the man at the end of this past summer, after realizing that a crippling fear of cold calling and a lack of networking was not, in fact, going to get my foot in the door. It turned into a job some two months later- apparently I have an organized streak somewhere in there. I've at least gotten over being phoneshy, given that a good third of what I do involves calling around and asking why various persons haven't sent the rep various files! Also, I get to drink for free at Society of Illustrators openings, which is pretty cool, even if I do tend towards being a wallflower. But! Networking and experience, A+
8 I have come to terms with my long and fuzzy brown hair. Nothing else really suits me anyway.
7 I worry that I'm not self-motivated enough to put what I've learned so far in the office to actual use as an illustrator. Also, I don't draw enough.
6 I haven't been actively involved in any fandom in over two years, yet when I'm working for myself a lot of my creative juice still flows that way. What's up with that, and how unhealthy is it?
5 I am not yet tired of the city, however the financial stress of living here is currently through the roof. Bossman brings me in and lays me off as he will, and for a few months I was breaking even. Right now... not so much.
4 Every month, my father sends me a box full of comics. I only read about a fourth of them in any given month, but not always the same fourth. This is just a random sampling of my life to prove that the geeky continues, even though I've carefully decorated my walls with paintings and framed cards from foreign lands-- okay fine and that one piece of fanart. ....and I bought Yami no Matsuei prints at Katsucon that I want to hang. Hush.
3 I've started to have second thoughts about ever resettling in my home city, Denver.
2 my email addresses are himura.rikuou @ gmail.com and first-half-of-myfirstname @ myfisrtname-mylastname.com. I know, they've changed a lot.
1 Okay, fine, this one is last on purpose. In the past two years I've met two girls who are just. so amazingly important to me that I couldn't be without them for a day without going into withdrawal, and although it's complicated and at least one of them is probably going to wish I wasn't just coming out and saying this here (I kind of wish that too, haha FLUFFY BUNNY ME), I am involved with both of them. Which is why the cellphone. And the plane tickets, past and future. And the. Well. I love rahzel and kingsraven. A lot.
10 Am still kicking around in Williamsburg (Brooklyn, not Colonial) with two roommates, although it won't be the same two anymore, pretty soon. The Original Roommate, valmontgod is sticking around, but our third (Chris am I allowed to link your journal over here, anyway?) is trying to get a grant to travel abroad. I don't wish her luck on that as often as I should.
9 I've been employed by an Illustrator's Representative. Sadly this is in no way announcing that I've found representation for myself (not that I think I want it- a representative's fee for handling the business end of an illustrator's life is something like 30% of every commission. on the other hand, it is kind of a status symbol.) I'm actually a worker. In his office. Sort of a secretary/archivist/person who is handy with a scanner, though NOT, thank god, a gopher. I took an internship with the man at the end of this past summer, after realizing that a crippling fear of cold calling and a lack of networking was not, in fact, going to get my foot in the door. It turned into a job some two months later- apparently I have an organized streak somewhere in there. I've at least gotten over being phoneshy, given that a good third of what I do involves calling around and asking why various persons haven't sent the rep various files! Also, I get to drink for free at Society of Illustrators openings, which is pretty cool, even if I do tend towards being a wallflower. But! Networking and experience, A+
8 I have come to terms with my long and fuzzy brown hair. Nothing else really suits me anyway.
7 I worry that I'm not self-motivated enough to put what I've learned so far in the office to actual use as an illustrator. Also, I don't draw enough.
6 I haven't been actively involved in any fandom in over two years, yet when I'm working for myself a lot of my creative juice still flows that way. What's up with that, and how unhealthy is it?
5 I am not yet tired of the city, however the financial stress of living here is currently through the roof. Bossman brings me in and lays me off as he will, and for a few months I was breaking even. Right now... not so much.
4 Every month, my father sends me a box full of comics. I only read about a fourth of them in any given month, but not always the same fourth. This is just a random sampling of my life to prove that the geeky continues, even though I've carefully decorated my walls with paintings and framed cards from foreign lands-- okay fine and that one piece of fanart. ....and I bought Yami no Matsuei prints at Katsucon that I want to hang. Hush.
3 I've started to have second thoughts about ever resettling in my home city, Denver.
2 my email addresses are himura.rikuou @ gmail.com and first-half-of-myfirstname @ myfisrtname-mylastname.com. I know, they've changed a lot.
1 Okay, fine, this one is last on purpose. In the past two years I've met two girls who are just. so amazingly important to me that I couldn't be without them for a day without going into withdrawal, and although it's complicated and at least one of them is probably going to wish I wasn't just coming out and saying this here (I kind of wish that too, haha FLUFFY BUNNY ME), I am involved with both of them. Which is why the cellphone. And the plane tickets, past and future. And the. Well. I love rahzel and kingsraven. A lot.