Yeee....

Ok. So tonight, I'm going to Ann Arbor. And, all of you telling me to let everyone know how it goes, I'll see if I can do you one better.

Mom, Dad. Bring my camcorder!

Comedic Kick Up

I need some funny. Precisely, I need to kick myself up a few notches. Before that, I need some notches that I can kick myself up. How does Emeril do it?

I really don't want to get caught up there with this (and yeah, I really made this one up. Somehow they always seem funnier while I'm asleep...)

"What do you call a turtle with glasses?"
"What?"
"A nerdle."

To which my waking mind responded; "Shoot me. Shoot me in the head right now." My sleeping mind proceeded to flip my waking mind the bird. It was a canary.

Another thing I just found myself thinking for no apparent reason:

"I wasn't born yesterday, but I was born before yesterday. Does that count?"

In other words (if there were any other words) I'm completely BEEPed for the moment when I have to stand up in front of people and pretend I'm funny.

Moment commencing in: Four Days.

Yep. I'm so BEEPed.

"Still Life" #7

This is page 7 of GCJ's Script Jam "Still Life in Panels." Read the rest of it over here.

Oh, and don't tell anyone, but I only spent maybe three hours total on this...thanks to my amazing scanner. Muahaha. My Wacom is still pissing me off though...grr.

The Life

Weekends are weird for me.

Anyway: What I did today.

• Got up.
• Read Catch 22. No, not the whole thing. Duh.
• Worked on my late GCJ page. It's still late; still unfinished.
• Refused to think of anything funny. I have less than a week until I'm supposed to be funny.
• Updated the man's show schedule and exacted other small changes.
• Ate dinner. Lady wouldn't give me steak like I wanted, but I got spaghetti. Oh well.
• Watched Snatch, writer/director Guy Ritchie. Funny. I liked it.
• Updated this blog.
• Took a nap until tommorow.

Sketchbook Wednesday...Again

Here you are...the sketchbook pages for this week.

Wacom Woes and Standup Shows

So my Wacom tablet, most likely only a year old and never mistreated, has decided to make my digital art process impossible. It turns off randomly while I am using it, and seems to think that my pen is a mouse most of the time, making the "small box as screen" equation useless. I'm constantly unplugging and plugging it back in as these things happen, which most definitely cannot be good for the connector(s).

The tablet was an investment I made when I finally got my laptop, an investment that would last me at least three years. I don't want to start thinking about getting a new one if I'm not ready to upgrade...and I'm not. So, for the time being, I'm just going to have to live with it.

In other, more exciting news, I have my first gig as a standup comedian. Hopefully I'll have enough material, but I'm told I don't have to go for much longer than five minutes (personally, I'll be shooting for ten to fifteenish - depending on how much material I deem good enough and how much people seem to enjoy my presence.). I'm excited, and also a little nervous. I've never really put myself up in front of a lot of people alone and asked them to judge me based on my performance.

It's happening at my sister's opening...a showcase of her art and the art of two other seniors in the UM art program. The title: D'un Modele Standard (which I believe is French for "Garden Variety"). My parents will be there, and hopefully some other people I know will want to come. The date: Saturday, April 1st at 2255 S. Industrial Hwy. in Ann Arbor - from 6 to 10 P.M.

As every math freak once said: Be there, or B^2.

Dream....Page 3

No, it's not done. When it is, I'll edit this post. But, close enough, right?

Sketchbook Wednesday

The Jealous Forge

You know what I'm talking about. That feeling, when you read something that just doesn't do it for you; that just doesn't seem up to par. And it's published. You think: "What's the deal? How come this...this yahoo can get work printed and I'm still sitting here being jealous?" So, what happens? Do I get depressed?

Nope.

I write. I finish stories I haven't looked at in months. I become a propellor of progress, churning out words like a Salad Shooter shoots out...salad? I look at old things I didn't like at the time, I re-evaluate and am usually surprised at their potential. So this is what I'm deciding to do.

I'm going to have a line-up. Five or so short stories, from a thousand to five thousand words in length, that I'm going to start sending everywhere. I have a drive to be published, and I'm letting you know first. All you yahoos out there? This time it's personal.

For those of you I haven't told, I got my first rejection letter the other day. A short piece of fiction I sent into a magazine, not expecting it to be published (not really wanting it to be published) and so it wasn't. And you know? It didn't bother me. I'm going to be rejected; I've accepted that. I don't have to be afraid to peddle what I've created. This is going to be my life; and I might as well start now.

Sketchbook Madness

I had nothing to scan...so I had to draw something, so that my scanner had some purpose. Hence the beginning of the Sketchbook Project...(must be like the twentieth or so project I've
started). The first three pages lie below...