Sometimes a guy just has to draw a page full of cartoony hands, Preston Blair style. Tonight I took advantage of the monthly “Do Ink” collaborative drawing events (on Main & 26th as put on by Ms Char Hoyt and her cronies) to catch up on my drawing assignments. After all, I promised John K I’d do my homework.
I also drew The Wooly Marmot, but he can be found in the usual place.
Today I learned about Foster’s Rule which tells us why tortoised get big and mammoths get small when they’re isolated on islands. Neato burrito!
Everyone knows not to talk in a movie theater. Right? Right?
Well here’s something else I’d like to point out. This is particularly true if you’re in a book or comic store. If you’re talking to the clerk/owner at the cashier desk, and there’s somebody standing behind you with product in their hand, get the fuck out of the way. You can keep talking if you like, I don’t care, but I have places to be and none of those places are behind your bigass backpack and your Superman Returns critique. And I’m sure the owner of the store would like to take my $20. I have given up and put the book back in frustration before, and I’ll do it again.
Don’t be a schnook
Let me buy my book
It was so refreshing to walk in the rain this morning!
PS my new D&D character’s name is Zabsurast Hoohoo and I think that’s awesome like hot dog.
Has anyone else heard of this red paper clip guy? Two days until his housewarming in Kipling, SK. He traded a paper clip for a house. Very inspiring. Also very inspiring is the miniseries “The Long Way Round” with Ewan McGregor and his buddy motorbiking around the world. Stewie got it on DVD and we pretty much watched the entire 5 episode series in a couple days. All reality TV should be so good.
Here’s the master plan for the rest of the month:
This week: Finish my Power Enterprise drawings
Next week: Illustrate Amanda’s digestive system boardgame
Week after: Kid’s book.
Throughout: Thickets album.
ADDENDUM: Photos of real life monsters from the deep sea that are up for awards. Must see!
PLUS: Space is big.
Ive decided to run a World Wildlife Federation of Justice game at H.P. Lovecrafts Birthday Party (Aug 25-27). Im thumbing through my Call of Cthulhu books for a suitable adventure that I can adapt with a minimum of fuss. The characters will be pregenerated (likely Octopussycat, Haardvark, Shaolin Monkey, Crackerjackal, Tasmanian Daredevil, Micronewt, Orangutangler & Baboom) and Ill have to be careful about overpowering them, but it should be fun. The schedule for the con went up last night, by the way, for you Vancouver gamers, and we hope to have tickets ready for next weekend. www.vancouvergamingguild.com
So the first class of Slackademics went reasonably well. I cant decide if I was overprepared or underprepared, but we covered a lot of ground. I bought a honeydew melon and folded a photo of Kenny Bs head in quarters. Ive never taught drawing to anyone before so it was a challenge and a little bit intimidating, but if I can do it, you can do it! I hope that the next class will be camping skills, followed by an actual Slackademics camping trip! Ive been trying to go camping for years but every plan I make falls through. Knock on trees that I can pull this off, with the help of Geoff and anyone else whos interested. Im hoping for camping around the 29th and the class up to a week prior. If youre on the slackademics email list you got my email, please reply Im making a big spreadsheet to figure out what the next classes will be and I cant do it without your input.
Mom says depression runs in my family. I didn’t know!
The symptoms of depression are sleeping a lot, avoiding taking care of business (not opening your mail, etc.) avoiding daily life in general. Getting panic attacks, and generally not being able to cope. Of course, those people who have these symptoms can’t get themselves to the doctor for help, so they need people around them to help them. [A relative] has been off work on “stress Leave” it seems every year. She works as a teacher’s assistant. She doesn’t even go home to her house, she lives on her sailboat, because she doesn’t want to answer the phone, or open her mail. She ends up in a big mess because of this, then has to cope with even bigger problems. She is on a medication to help her now, but school is already out, so she won’t be going back to work until next fall. We hope she gets better. [Another relative] is quite bad, but being of the generation that doesn’t even recognize depression, she just carries on best she can. She doesn’t change her clothes or wash her hair, but that could be said of a lot of older people. She also sleeps a lot, especially when they lived here. It didn’t matter what time of day you called them, they were napping. They slept in front of the TV as well…She is a lot more active since they moved to the retirement center, lots to do there, and they have to come out of their rooms for meals, and tea-time and coffee-time. She even plays bingo in the mornings. [Yet another relative] has panic attacks, and gets stressed out easily, I have to be careful what I say. He has been much better this past year, but he still cops out and disappears to the local old-mens’ club, i.e. the Legion, every day. So much for that, keep your chin up, but don’t hesitate to ask questions of your doctor if you feel blue for long periods of time. Sometimes counselling helps and you don’t need medication.
Well, I don’t feel blue for long periods of time (just after I get dumped). I never get panic attacks. I do avoid opening my mail sometimes, but only for a few days (typically these are bills). I often ignore emails but only if they require long indepth replies, or replies that involve answers that I don’t have. However, I do have a distinct lack of ambition and distinct antisocial tendencies. I cannot schmooze worth a damn. I do absolutely loathe anything that has to do with bureaucracy and paperwork, i.e. taxes. I just let my driver’s license expire and I am loathe to think about the hoops I’m going to have to jump through, i.e. leaving the house and waiting in line. Filling out forms of any kind doesn’t agree with me. I hate the telephone, and use it as little as possible. But I am emailing people constantly. So who knows what’s going on in my brain. Not me.
Why did my bike’s back tire suddenly become bent and warped for no apparent reason while I was riding it?
Why did I forget to bring it in to a shop on the two days I had off?
Why are Cyclepath and the Bike Doctor, the only two bike repair shops I know within walking distance from my place, open from 10-6, the exact hours that I have to be at work?
Read this article, and pay close attention to the very last sentence.
