pirate_club (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pirate_club) wrote,@ 2005-08-14 20:58:00 |
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Drawing, Drawing, Drawing.
Yes, in case you can't tell by the title of this stupid "blog", I have been doing my fare shair of drawing. But I shouldn't be so quick to forget that I have been busting my ass on writing as well. Yes, I have been a busy boy. I have finished the script to my next project, of which I am fleshing out details with the good folks at SLG, and have already drawn the first 3 pages. Oh, and I drew a "mock cover" that I wish I hadn't been so quick to send to SLG as I now feel it is a less than worthy representation of the ass rocking nature of this all-ages romp. This book is gonna be really fun, and clocking in at 125 pages, I am trying to fit as much fun, adventure, and charm as humanly possible. I am also doing a lot of stuff I am not accustomed to in my art, namely...tech. Or, tech of sorts, for all of you manga tech-geeks out there who would blast me for using such a sacred and probably sacreligious comparison.
But all comic nerdery aside, last night was the single most shitty party ever attended by Rachel and myself. A customer at Rachels coffee shop invited us, along with a couple of her colleagues, over to his house for a party. Little did we know that this asshole figured, since he was served coffee by this lovely bunch on a daily basis, that they wouldn't mind doing the same at his party. He failed to tell us any of this, and invited us over an hour early, to a party we thought was DOA. As George started making calls, telling people that the party was in an hour, and that it was almost ready, "his people were on it", we realised that we were, in fact, only invited to get the BBQ ready, hang up the decorations, and mix drinks. To this sort of ass-headedness, there is only one proper course of action...taking 2 sixers of Corona Extra, a bottle of wine, vodka and gin while he was in the shower. Eat it, George.
Yes, in case you can't tell by the title of this stupid "blog", I have been doing my fare shair of drawing. But I shouldn't be so quick to forget that I have been busting my ass on writing as well. Yes, I have been a busy boy. I have finished the script to my next project, of which I am fleshing out details with the good folks at SLG, and have already drawn the first 3 pages. Oh, and I drew a "mock cover" that I wish I hadn't been so quick to send to SLG as I now feel it is a less than worthy representation of the ass rocking nature of this all-ages romp. This book is gonna be really fun, and clocking in at 125 pages, I am trying to fit as much fun, adventure, and charm as humanly possible. I am also doing a lot of stuff I am not accustomed to in my art, namely...tech. Or, tech of sorts, for all of you manga tech-geeks out there who would blast me for using such a sacred and probably sacreligious comparison.
But all comic nerdery aside, last night was the single most shitty party ever attended by Rachel and myself. A customer at Rachels coffee shop invited us, along with a couple of her colleagues, over to his house for a party. Little did we know that this asshole figured, since he was served coffee by this lovely bunch on a daily basis, that they wouldn't mind doing the same at his party. He failed to tell us any of this, and invited us over an hour early, to a party we thought was DOA. As George started making calls, telling people that the party was in an hour, and that it was almost ready, "his people were on it", we realised that we were, in fact, only invited to get the BBQ ready, hang up the decorations, and mix drinks. To this sort of ass-headedness, there is only one proper course of action...taking 2 sixers of Corona Extra, a bottle of wine, vodka and gin while he was in the shower. Eat it, George.
