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Kids Kids Kids OMFG! Oh yeah, and art.
Mar. 5th, 2008 09:31 pmMeant to post this the other day, but I've been pretty busy with more hours at work, which is a good thing. I'm working on a couple character art memes and other things, but I did post Bridgie's birthday art, and it's already got comments. I dunno, you draw a heavyset guy with glasses and no one cares, but you draw a unicorn boy and people just flock to it man... Anyways, this is a portrait of her original (not on LJ) character, Liadan. He really is a unicorn but that's his more human form, and I think she originally created him for the Slayers universe, but we've played him in others because he's adaptable.
In other news, today I cannot get rid of the children. OMFG children following me! For the maybe two people who know me and aren't already aware of this, children worry me. I'm scared of kids. I don't understand them, I didn't understand them even when I was one, which caused me no end of childhood grief. It is well known to most people who know me, including my coworkers, that I am terrified of children. Unfortunately children, like any other vicious wild animals, are drawn to the scent of fear. Kids adore the living shit out of me.
Today there was a woman in the store with a girl maybe seven years old, who I noticed was dressed remarkably like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, right down to sparkly silver shoes like in the book (they made them red for the movie, just because of the visual impact). I commented on this to Betty, who I was working with, and she engaged the child in conversation about her shoes. All good, all cool. Then Betty went to lunch. The girl, who hadn't been all that interested in Betty, latched onto me. She wanted to hold every cut of fabric I cut for her mother, asked me what everything was (the ruler, the rotary cutter, the bolts of interfacing, my name) and on and on and on. She was thrilled to ask me fifty million questions. She kept coming behind the cutting table and wanted to help. Of course her mother probably thought I'm great with kids because I answered every question patiently, but this is because I live in terror of the child getting upset with me and throwing a fit. This whole scenario frequently happens with kids in the store, where they abandon their parents to demand my undivided attention.
This evening we went to Shoney's for dinner, just me and Bridgie, and I took along the sketchpad I'm inking stuff for the Dirk meme in. Inking requires no thought, so we were carrying on a conversation when Bridgie kind of got me to look up and nodded, and there was a little girl boring holes in my sketchpad with staring, about three feet away. Bridgie says she doesn't know how I managed to not notice. Anyway, I nervously said hi, and the next thing I know there are three of them. All staring. At me. And my Dirk heads. And asking questions. OMFG. One of the waiters (the employees there recognize us as semi-regulars) came over and put his chin down on the table, being silly and half mocking the kids, just because. When my food showed up and the kids showed no sign of leaving I had to close the sketchbook and actually inform them that I was going to eat now kthankxbai just so they'd leave.
Augh.
In other news, today I cannot get rid of the children. OMFG children following me! For the maybe two people who know me and aren't already aware of this, children worry me. I'm scared of kids. I don't understand them, I didn't understand them even when I was one, which caused me no end of childhood grief. It is well known to most people who know me, including my coworkers, that I am terrified of children. Unfortunately children, like any other vicious wild animals, are drawn to the scent of fear. Kids adore the living shit out of me.
Today there was a woman in the store with a girl maybe seven years old, who I noticed was dressed remarkably like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, right down to sparkly silver shoes like in the book (they made them red for the movie, just because of the visual impact). I commented on this to Betty, who I was working with, and she engaged the child in conversation about her shoes. All good, all cool. Then Betty went to lunch. The girl, who hadn't been all that interested in Betty, latched onto me. She wanted to hold every cut of fabric I cut for her mother, asked me what everything was (the ruler, the rotary cutter, the bolts of interfacing, my name) and on and on and on. She was thrilled to ask me fifty million questions. She kept coming behind the cutting table and wanted to help. Of course her mother probably thought I'm great with kids because I answered every question patiently, but this is because I live in terror of the child getting upset with me and throwing a fit. This whole scenario frequently happens with kids in the store, where they abandon their parents to demand my undivided attention.
This evening we went to Shoney's for dinner, just me and Bridgie, and I took along the sketchpad I'm inking stuff for the Dirk meme in. Inking requires no thought, so we were carrying on a conversation when Bridgie kind of got me to look up and nodded, and there was a little girl boring holes in my sketchpad with staring, about three feet away. Bridgie says she doesn't know how I managed to not notice. Anyway, I nervously said hi, and the next thing I know there are three of them. All staring. At me. And my Dirk heads. And asking questions. OMFG. One of the waiters (the employees there recognize us as semi-regulars) came over and put his chin down on the table, being silly and half mocking the kids, just because. When my food showed up and the kids showed no sign of leaving I had to close the sketchbook and actually inform them that I was going to eat now kthankxbai just so they'd leave.
Augh.
