“Today, in our field, there is so much talent and recognition that we are reaching a saturation point. An artist should no longer strive only for breathtaking craftsmanship; he should, instead, try to help us live better, either by dressing the wounds that are constantly being opened by society, or by offering solutions to get us out of the mess we’re in…But it’s going to be difficult and we have a lot of work to do.” - Jean 'Moebius' Giraud
Friday, August 08, 2008
THE LAW OF MURF_commission
For those not in the know, I am working full time from home nowadays - no more animation for a bit; just comics, comics, and more comics. And it is for the first time, since I've been able to be home by myself without the distraction of SDCC or other things like preparing for SDCC, that I've actually been sitting and working on comic book pages. But perhaps, due some recent events that have given me some nihilistic perspective, that's not a good thing.
A few days ago, I walk out to the driveway and I find that my car has a flat. Upon further inquiry all the tires needed to be replaced and that it'd cost me around $700 to do so. I ask the fella' from Sears Automotive why it would cost so much and he explains that there's all sorts of things that need to happen before they can actually replace my tires: alignment, disposal, labor, taxes, the Men's USA Basketball Team winning the gold medal in Beijing - you know, things like that. So considering I need to drive, I burn the money and that was that. Oh! But according to the sales associate I'll get a mail-in rebate for $75 so, as he so poignantly put it, "... that ought to make me feel better or something."
A couple of days ago, I was informed that the latest version of a specific program was out in Beta version and I look for it online. And yadda, yadda, yadda (Jerry Seinfeld style)... my computer goes bananas due to a virus or adware or spyware and it can't find the main drive anymore. Yay! So I go to the local electronics store to talk to my buddy about it and one of the first things he asks is, "What the hell were you doing man - looking at porn?"
Yesterday, in the throes of a mid-afternoon munchie, I decided it would do me some good to heat up some microwavable popcorn. The bag says "Cook for 4 minutes on high". I realized that maybe I should crank that down a bit, so I stick it in the microwave for two and a half. I head back to the office, wait for the telltale "Ding!" and then I run back salivating like I was Pavlov's pooch - only to realize that the entire kitchen has filled with smoke (we're talking plumes here) emanating from the microwave. I'm going to guess that it's because this particular bag of popcorn was from the early 90's and popcorn, microwavable or otherwise, has a shelf life. Regardless, the house smells like mesquite and still does so this morning. Maybe I should have followed directions and stuck left it in there for the full four minutes? Who knows.
So it's been a whole week where I've been home alone and 1) I've spent more money than I've cared to (BTW, as a capper, the "Maintenance Required" lamp has been blinking on and off starting yesterday. Awesome.) , 2) I've crashed a computer (I've bought a new one since and that's the machine I'm typing this entry on now. Hooray - more money spent!), and 3) I've damn near burned down my house (I'm about to go buy some air purifiers to get that damn burned popcorn smell out of the air).
It is to say that I probably cannot be left alone, unsupervised, for any lengthy duration of time.
But... *BUT*... the NFL season is soon to start, Naomi Baker's color pages for TEL rock the house (we just looked at 'em all side by side last night and I'm so insanely happy) and I'm watching Michele Gondry's "Be Kind, Rewind" movie for the umpteenth time. Things aren't all that bad.
PS - I did this Black Widow image seven times. That's right - SEVEN. I'll upload the rejects here later if I get the nerve. Thanks for waiting, JJ. You're a saint.
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