did it just get prettier on your friends page, or what?
Last week, I had my first rejection of a comic. Not by my editor, no no no, by the big faculty cheese. He berated me in front of a'body. What was the content of my comic? Oh, it was a simple 'tongue-in-cheek' joke about our fine publications online poll that recieves very few votes. The big wig (ironically, he's bald) starts yelling "blah blah blah, no publications ever pokes fun at themselves, blah blah blah, im old and white, blah blah blah, you-you just can't do that, you understand boy? blah blah whitie blah blah blah". Naturally a commotion stirs up, and people start asking me to show them my comic, obviously my friends are in full support, Kyle was lifting it above his head from his desk and demanding attention, Jason posted a copy on his bulletin board with a capitalized 'LOVE' written across it, and people I didn't know told me it was bullshit that we couldn't publish it. So the bossman comes and tells me the same thing over again, and I say 'nah, I hear ya, I guess I'll go home and make a really racist comic, I bet that'll get in' and I walk out of his office right as he starts up again. How funny it would have been to get fired from a cartoonist position.
M.Allen and I are collaborating on a comic, a multipanel one that I wrote, based off his favorite tv show called "Tom goes to the Mayor". its gonna be so po-mo.
I saw Interpol on Friday in Tulsa with Olivia, Sam and Elise. It was spectacular. The mixed drink from the bar that had approximately two shots in it was 2/3rds the price of the Evan Williams handle I had in the car, oh well. We crashed at 'the HQ', the house resided by former members of a friend's band. A lot of drunkeness, a lot of drama we were not involved in surrounded us, and a lot of uglies. I had been told that the good-lookin' folk of Tulsa always move out, oh how it was true.
My first big test of the semester is Wednesday, and its a bummer cuz she doesn't teach, she's just crazy, as if she drinks before class. "Oh, I dunno what this slide is..." as she's showing us slides for the upcoming test. Ph.D of what now? Assistant dean how? Fuck. I love the art work we are looking at, and people have agreed with me that she just isn't teaching us right. The only day I felt I compiled good notes was the day she was absent and we watched a video hosted by Leonard Nemoy (Spock!)
And speaking of, someone else out there has to agree that the original Star Trek and Star Trek: The Next Generation were pretty damn good series. Shit, I am ridiculously good looking and I like them, you don't hafta be a nerd to enjoy some well-written, nicely shot sci-fi.
I've been bike-riding in the country more often, taking Ollie with me, just cruising by fields of crops or through groves, just trespassing on private property and *gasp* government-ordained land (the horror!) It can be a lot of fun, you guys are welcome to accompany me, it usually entails a free meal with my family, playing with the dogs and drinking some beer with my dad.
Lately, I've been getting into political discussions with complete strangers at the Union, the location of my televised news watching. got into a 'black power' discussion today, that's right. ugh, but i did run into BeRad's ex girlfriend (whom i loathe), but i did not expect any conversation with her besides formalities, cuz i darted.
my roommate regulates the ladies so much that last night I offended one cuz i asked if we had met before, and she was calling me by my first name. to my defense, the room was dark and she was curled in a ball with an additional shadow on the lower portion of her face. I made small talk trying to nonchalantly apologize and not make her feel like just one of many. Alas, she did not smoke me out, what a fruitless pursuit.
i have become so hip in the waxin' art department that i use the term 'po-mo' as an adjective so loosely. mostly because it pisses off Nick and Nelly.
I played that stupid video game that Nick is stupidily obsessed with, and I hate to admit that it was entertaining. my original intent was to mess up the two player mode to make him work harder to complete the missions, but then i would catch myself trying to aid in fulfilling the requirments. gah, curse you 'calamari democracy' or whatever your real name is.
The new printmaking professor is so bad ass, I wish I had him for independent study as well. Working/talking with him is making me want to become more productive. Wanting is weak, I'm going to hobby lobby to get some supplizzles.
oh, and I proposed to Olivia and she said 'yes, of course'. we embraced in a time-stopping kiss ontop of a mountain under a full moon, a smooth Gypsy-jazz band played love songs until dawn. we are to marry on new years, cheers to all (especially us), and you're all invited by the way.
M.Allen and I are collaborating on a comic, a multipanel one that I wrote, based off his favorite tv show called "Tom goes to the Mayor". its gonna be so po-mo.
I saw Interpol on Friday in Tulsa with Olivia, Sam and Elise. It was spectacular. The mixed drink from the bar that had approximately two shots in it was 2/3rds the price of the Evan Williams handle I had in the car, oh well. We crashed at 'the HQ', the house resided by former members of a friend's band. A lot of drunkeness, a lot of drama we were not involved in surrounded us, and a lot of uglies. I had been told that the good-lookin' folk of Tulsa always move out, oh how it was true.
My first big test of the semester is Wednesday, and its a bummer cuz she doesn't teach, she's just crazy, as if she drinks before class. "Oh, I dunno what this slide is..." as she's showing us slides for the upcoming test. Ph.D of what now? Assistant dean how? Fuck. I love the art work we are looking at, and people have agreed with me that she just isn't teaching us right. The only day I felt I compiled good notes was the day she was absent and we watched a video hosted by Leonard Nemoy (Spock!)
And speaking of, someone else out there has to agree that the original Star Trek and Star Trek: The Next Generation were pretty damn good series. Shit, I am ridiculously good looking and I like them, you don't hafta be a nerd to enjoy some well-written, nicely shot sci-fi.
I've been bike-riding in the country more often, taking Ollie with me, just cruising by fields of crops or through groves, just trespassing on private property and *gasp* government-ordained land (the horror!) It can be a lot of fun, you guys are welcome to accompany me, it usually entails a free meal with my family, playing with the dogs and drinking some beer with my dad.
Lately, I've been getting into political discussions with complete strangers at the Union, the location of my televised news watching. got into a 'black power' discussion today, that's right. ugh, but i did run into BeRad's ex girlfriend (whom i loathe), but i did not expect any conversation with her besides formalities, cuz i darted.
my roommate regulates the ladies so much that last night I offended one cuz i asked if we had met before, and she was calling me by my first name. to my defense, the room was dark and she was curled in a ball with an additional shadow on the lower portion of her face. I made small talk trying to nonchalantly apologize and not make her feel like just one of many. Alas, she did not smoke me out, what a fruitless pursuit.
i have become so hip in the waxin' art department that i use the term 'po-mo' as an adjective so loosely. mostly because it pisses off Nick and Nelly.
I played that stupid video game that Nick is stupidily obsessed with, and I hate to admit that it was entertaining. my original intent was to mess up the two player mode to make him work harder to complete the missions, but then i would catch myself trying to aid in fulfilling the requirments. gah, curse you 'calamari democracy' or whatever your real name is.
The new printmaking professor is so bad ass, I wish I had him for independent study as well. Working/talking with him is making me want to become more productive. Wanting is weak, I'm going to hobby lobby to get some supplizzles.
oh, and I proposed to Olivia and she said 'yes, of course'. we embraced in a time-stopping kiss ontop of a mountain under a full moon, a smooth Gypsy-jazz band played love songs until dawn. we are to marry on new years, cheers to all (especially us), and you're all invited by the way.