Drawing Class!

I went to a trial drawing class today. I always had problems drawing, even when doing that damned comic, from which I learned a great deal, but it never really felt like I was making any significant progress.
And then I picked up some books to try and learn, but again, the proportions always used to come out skewed, even when I was following the instructions to the letter -- I had no critique, no feedback from anyone, so I couldn'y identify what was wrong. Well, these are the results of my first class. We'll see where it goes from here. I have to say I'm even more pleased with the results now that I look at them than I was after doing them. Granted, they're not brilliant, but they're completely orders of magnitude beyond what I had done before. So hey, I'm happy.

Important Lesson #57: I need a scanner.

 

"Out of the Mouths of Babes"

So Mom was really enjoying her new Mac Mini. Hell, I was enjoying her new Mac Mini.
So much so, that I want a mac of my own now. I want to go to school next year WITH AN iMAC. That's right. You hear me.
Not a freakin' desktop, not a god-damned laptop.
No PC for me. I want an iMac.

But that's not the point. Anyway, she was really enjoying the new Mac, especially since it was doing the whole wireless thing and stuff, so the internet was being tele-auto-dyna-magically transmitted across the house to her fancy little jewelery box.

And then all of a sudden it stops. Don't know why, don't know how. Called up the very nice people at Apple in the States, who were very kind and friendly when they told us to call Yeda. Screw that, but we'll do it tomorrow. So in the meantime I'm mucking around with this wonderful program called "Comic Life". MAN, where the fuck was that when we were doing Ping 972, on Macromedia Flash, and I had to draw every single freakin' ellipse and speech arrow and whatnot on the whole damned thing!?

Now, just a bit of info to those of you who don't know -- I used to work IT at a place called Heller. That's who it is. Those of you who know me have probably heard the stories. But generally they go a little something like this:

Liberty is Slavery!

('cos I didn't want to write the other ironically famous quote I like about labour and freedom...)

 

I started a new job today.

It involves looking at 100's of common people's ugly pictures all day long.

All my life I've been waiting for this opportunity, and finally I found someone who's willing to pay me to do this!

 

Could be worse. Could be a crappy environtment.

 

"Geocartographia", anyone? Anyone?

 

So I'm making minimum wage, working 9 hours a day, hoping to be motivated enough to find something that really interests me to do AROUND all this, because damn, where the hell is this taking me? I've a bad feeling about this.

 

"A funny thing happened on the way to the forum"

No, not really. But that's the what I always hear in my head when I decide to put up a blog post.
That, and "A fat woman walked into the store today".

But nonetheless, on the off chance that I still care, I decided to "write stuff".

Stuff like, what's going on and where I am, and who's gonna be there.

So -- job prospects. Huh. Now, who'd'a thought they'd not take me to do tech support? I wonder what it was. Maybe, when they asked me where I see myself in 5 years, I should have said "Oh, right here, supportin' away as a senior level-2 tech." Next time, I'll know that "Running my own small business and merging my love of technology with the joy of interacting with real live people" is the wrong answer.

What am I looking at now? Well, all my capitalist dreams are still hovering like little bubbles in the back of my mind -- but I need income to get them to materialise. I need cashflow to get a credit card, for example. So I can buy merchandise, and re-sell it at exorbitant prices, right? Isn't that what capitalist entrepreneurs do?

So my options so far are :

Possibly tending bar at a cafe near home. That'd be cool enough. No paying for gas and stuff. We'll see how that goes tomorrow.
Also, there's that job retouching photos for that marketing company. What ever happened to that?
I don't understand how these people have the nerve to actually hand pick people -- last time I applied for jobs, it was as a damn DELIVERY BOY for a couple of pizzerias in my neighbourhood -- and they didn't call me back. Cheeky, n'est ce pas?
And then there's another media company that said they loved my CV, but never called. Zam? Any ideas?

Other than that, I'm just going stir-crazy. Tomorrow I'll go out to the liquor store and see if they're interested in the Smile Maker.

So what!?

Yes, you got it, I'm 26. No big deal. Nothing important.
And if you didn't know then yes, it's today.

Thanks all for the emails and ecards.

I knew they were coming, but somehow they still make it all feel kinda cheesy. I'm not at home, I'm not in my own routine, so having a birthday right now is alien. It's distant and unimportant.

I'll celebrate when I get home. Hmm. Now there's an idea.

4 weeks, everyone. I think.

"A Hangover You Don't Deserve"

Tired?
Hung over?
Wondering why your upper lip itches curiously?
And since when are the hottest chicks the ones with moustaches?

Confused?
If this is one of those mornings where all you remember is a pulsating disco light and some vague flashes, then let Uncle Jono help you retrace your steps!
From the get go, Jono was there with his trusty digital camera, putting the Best of the Best in charge of taking the wildest pictures imaginable.
If you think you were naughty or nice, raunchy or randy, wild or weird, check Uncle Jono's photo album right now!

Link to Pictures

0.08% -- a new fragrance by Nate.

Party in Downton LA, with open bar, lousy music, skanky girls and shitty drinks -- $5

Pitcher and Cuervo at Big Wang's -- $12

Bottle of 409 Surface Cleaner & a roll of Brawny Paper Towels -- 5.98 at Trader Joe's.

Cleaning up your cousin's vomit off the inside of the passenger door -- PRICELESS.

'Nuff said.