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So the end of last week, I had a handful of art projects I wanted to work on over the weekend and post some time in the next week. And then there was babysitting and Bridgie is going back to school for a medical billing program so there was student ID and parking permit and books and first class, and then we had a class at the UU church, and here it is into the next week and I have a handful of not-quite-done art that I still can't post.
I also flailed and tore my hair out and finished a so-so entry for the MGC by 3AM last night, and now my left hand is half tingling half numb again, so I'm off art again until I can't see the cords standing up in my wrist and I can feel my hand. I'm especially annoyed at myself because Courtney's commission was pretty much top of the list for needs to be finished...

Ergh. Anyways, I'm going to link the MGC here although it probably won't be updated until afternoon because they have lives and work. Apparently the site's in danger of closing, and that's terrible because it really is an awesome contest.

To end this, because typing is hard and my left hand fingers keep missing the keys, we got one of those amusing spam things today where there's cut and paste of random story text. Except that the spammer forgot to attach a virus or slap in some porn or viagra adverts, so it's really just an eml of some random story fragments. I love these things. It's like the bastard child of haiku and flipping radio stations.

sacks, full of racket of cranes, among which winds in and out the
trivialFinish my milk? Great blazes! yes, I'll finish it right
enough!" and he
The little man named Bull, had, like many men who seem to be
of a merebacks of people's heads: Tom Randolph's head and his
girl's, side by side,
There was no doubt about it this time. Clean across the space
of grass,about.
appeal to ours, and second because--"It hurt my heart. You see, it
s a woman and two little girls. They look so

"Seven up." From the smoking-room comes a sound of singing
and glasses "It's nothing. He just tried to stab the
sergeant-major."this girl had no part at all; he never saw her again
until all his tale was

they in the streets above? What tales were told of their atrocities
by oneSyme looked up at them. They were big and black against the
huge white dawn.

be extinguished like this. The gas-mask might be defective.

threatened to wipe out.but they come out of my mouth quite
different. You should hear me say, 'Buck "How do you mean?"

masquerade, might be of considerable value to the public safety. He
offereddie, but you take life almost like one of the Faioli,
squeezing from it


Wasn't that enlightening and restful? I feel like I should meditate on the underlying meaning of the lines. But that might be because I was up until 3AM staring and Photoshop and there's too much blood in my coffee system.

Date: Jun. 11th, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reymonkey.livejournal.com
Sadly, I actually was pretty happy to go to work every day at my old job, the one that's the first job I ever got fired from. I'd be even happier doing illustration though, I think, which is something I'm still trying to figure out how to make a living at. As near as I can tell, everyone else who's successful at it got there by luck.
But yeah, everyone should get to make a living at what they love doing.

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