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08
Sep

Waiting for Lightning to Strike

A very hyperbolic and overblown title to describe the fact that I’m procrastinating package design for a few minutes while I let my brain try to find inspiration for random sports equipment.

What’s new world?

Well, you’ll just have to let me know in the comments down below.

What’s new with me?  This and that.

I was notified by my soon to be apartment managers that I can actually move in early if I want, so I am going to get all official a week before my planned move in, so that by the weekend of the 23rd I might actually have power and internet…plus I have plans to measure, and to paint at least one wall — I’m gonna have an accent wall!  It’ll be groovy!

I’ve been itching to art.  Unfortunately, during the week, that means an hour at lunch time — and even less on days like yesterday when I was fruitlessly trying to contact the Humane Society to learn what I need to do to get my stray half cat neutered and vaccinated so he can move with me.  After yesterday’s thirty minutes on hold, however, today I will endevor to finish up the little pinup I am playing with and just go into town on Friday to find out what I need to.

I was planning on going into town on Friday anyway, as my friend Jim has insisted that I attend an art opening thingy.  He has this idea that now that I’m single I need to go do stuff.  Or maybe it’s now that I’m no longer in school, and the singleness just coincides.  Either way, I’m getting dragged to a fancy(?) event where there will be cool(?) people, and…I have no idea what to wear.  Damnit, Jim!  I’m a geek, not a socialite!  (You see what I did there?  Yeah.)

On Saturday, I will do another social-ish thing, but much more of the geeky variety, in giving in and attending the Pittsburgh Ren Faire again.  Though it lacks historical accuracy and that will drive me nuts, it is a Faire, and though there is another Faire in PA that is supposedly pretty decent…it is about 5 hours away, and my friends have deemed that a little too far of a drive.  Even after I explained that I used to travel 8 hours to work Faire every weekend in high school.  I don’t know what to wear to Faire, either.  I DID try on my old garb, and it still totally fits and looks totally sweet…however, I feel silly attending a faire I’m not working in garb.  I kind of wanted to wear something bust-tastic, but I think I will settle on the excellent halter top I picked up recently.  Either way, there will likely be men in kilts, which is really what I care about.

Until next time, muchachos…work awaits.

22
Aug

A Monday Morning

It is Monday.

It is early.

It is a day on which I had to remind myself that I really do love my job, when my alarm went off a few minutes before 4am.

Now, I’m at work and mulling over packing designs for strange and random products, looking at art blogs and packaging blogs to get my creative juices flowing.

Unfortunately, it worked a little too well, and now I want to go away and work on my own stuff.  Which is, on the one hand, awesome — I had a few days of not really feeling the creativity bug, which is always frustrating, not to mention, the spark is a little less sparkly after a full work week creating.  But this morning, looking at the super cute and sexy pin-up art of  Bill Pressing, I just want to curl up with a sketchpad.  Not just due to his adorably curvy ladies, but also ’cause of his wonderful use of color and value and composition.  But, I’m gonna rein it in and work on making some packaging.  Then at lunch, I can peck away a little more at my ongoing personal piece that is taking a year and a day, since I have mostly just been working on it on my lunch break.  (Almost there, though!)

Other art-related stuff…a few days ago, there was an internet artistic community uproar regarding a website selling art nabbed off of DeviantArt and another site (and for $200-$300 per print, no less, and of course, original artist getting nothing.)  I dutifully added my voice to the tumult putting out the word that artists should check if their art was being sold without their knowledge or consent.  The site was down within about a day — good job, internet.  And usually, the story ends there for me.  But this morning, a fellow DeviantArt user sent me a message informing me that one of my pieces (that they knew of) had been on the site.  It was taken down before I saw it, but I am…slightly flattered, to be honest.  I mean, no, they shouldn’t be selling people’s art…it’s horrible and I don’t understand how they think that is okay, but the site is down, so…the internet prevails.  But, while it was up, they thought my art was good enough to sell for a horrible mark up.   I always kind of felt like, if my art was good enough for people to want to steal it, then I would know I had ‘made it’.  Forget having a graphic design job, and doing professional illustration freelance on the side.  It’s all about illegal use of my work.

17
Aug

Doors, opening, closing, and remaining ajar

As many of you (or the one of you who reads this) may know, my life has undergone some changes lately.

Most notably, my boyfriend of the majority of the last 9 1/2 years and I broke up.  This has lead to further changes, and decisions and choices.

Despite my first post-break-up instinct of immediately running home to my mom, I ended up deciding to stay in PA for at least a while.  I have a great job that I love, and I JUST graduated…I spent the past few years lamenting the fact that I was too busy and broke and living out in the boonies to enjoy the city in which I was living.  I didn’t want to leave just when I could finally experience Western PA — socialize, and go to coffee shops, and maybe go to the Schenley ice rink this winter, visit the zoo and the museum and Lulu’s Noodle Shop and maybe even attend some art events.  And at 31 years old, running home to mom after a break-up doesn’t show a lot of backbone.

Also, it turns out that despite no longer being a couple, we are still besties after 9 1/2 years, and it would be silly to run across the country from one of my best friends just ’cause we don’t get naked together anymore.

So, I’m getting an apartment.  My first.  I’ve never had my own place before and I’m a little terrified.  The apartment I’m moving into is kind of tiny, and though I find it charming, I just hope my stuff will fit.  And my three cats.  Because I don’t have it in my heart to abandon the stray that adopted me.  I’m going to have to buy new stuff too, and half of it hasn’t even occurred to me yet.  I know I’m going to get a loft bed because 1) space saver and 2) I have wanted one for ages.  I fluctuate between dreams about my charming apartment where I curl up in the tiny living room with tea and watch the snow fall, and nightmares about my messy, cramped apartment that smells like cats, and bills I can’t pay.

One of my soon plans is looking into more illustration freelance.  Perhaps even the kind that pays market prices rather than what I charge the design partner of one of my professors from AiP.

It feels weird, at this stage of my life to just be setting out on my own, choosing the smaller, pricier apartment in town over the larger, cheaper place that has a friend living right downstairs in order to really dive into my independence feet first (also I’ll be closer to work and there’s a Trader Joe’s on my way home).  I’m terrified and excited.  The world is full of possibilities and who knows what will happen.

It could be awful.

It could be awesome.

Either way, it will be an adventure.

26
Apr

mini-update

Easter is over, so spring is officially here…which means the weather is fluctuating between torrential downpours and muggy warmth.  The unpleasant external climate does result in increasing springtime loveliness, however, as the ground is covered more each day in velvety green, embroidered with violets and dandelions and tangles of brambles and vines in the more wooded areas.  The trees themselves are not fully leafy yet in general, but the forests now look as though they are hung with a fine green mist.  Soon, flowers will be blooming and…whatever else happens in spring.

The warm and moist weather has had a positive effect on my garden boxes, which are just full of tiny sprouting plants.  Time will tell if they are grown from the seeds I planted or pre-existing weeds, but something is growing, and I choose to see that as an accomplishment.

Life is largely the same as it ever is; I live in the boonies, I like to draw and occasionally make something that doesn’t suck so much I can’t stand the sight of it.  However, occasionally, things break the monotony (as a side note, I can NOT spell today.  Thank god for spell check or this blog would be unreadable).

A week ago, my friend Dan and I took a mini-road trip to Wheeling, WV, to see our friend Jim talk about new media and how it allows us to tell stories differently.  Because the streets around the library are an impassable warren of one-way streets, we only really caught the second half, but what we saw was good and interesting and full of old people trying to understand why kids today want to post their passing thoughts, locations and drunken photos for the world to see.  All in all, it was an hour-and-a-half drive each way to watch about half an hour of lecture, but it was still fun.  It was an adventure and I got to go somewhere new.

I had a couple of possible freelance opportunities, but since sending price quotes, I haven’t heard back.  I am  now getting to experience first-hand the reality of people not wanting to pay for the time and effort art and design require.  I haven’t yet been told, ‘but…this isn’t like real work…it’s fun for you, so you would be doing it anyway, right?’ but I expect it will happen at some point.

This past Sunday, rather than sitting around a table in nice clothes and answering questions about our lives while we stuffed ourselves with ham, I spent the day making Doctor Who cupcakes and then we drove out to Sewickley and watched the premiere of the new season at Jim’s house.

I have been watching some other things, too, some awesome and some unawesome.  Last week, in the mood for something procedural, I downloaded ER and put Ally McBeal on my instant queue.  ER I just…haven’t been able to care about.  The acting is okay, some of the stories are a little interesting but…nope.  Don’t care.  Ally McBeal, however, (which I added with the idea that it would basically be Grey’s Anatomy, but with lawyers) I do care about in that it annoys me immensely.  Within the first five minutes of the show, Ally tells us that she never had an interest in being a lawyer and only went to law school ’cause her ex-boyfriend did.  However, unlike either Felicity or Elle, rather than finding her own voice and deciding that she could take or leave the man but loved school, she apparently just kind of…went to school and continued to pine over the guy the whole time (except, I suppose, when she was having an affair with her married professor.)  She is a strict adherent to ‘The Game’ (i.e. He has to call, don’t act interested, ect.), but when after playing by ‘the rules’ and getting dumped by her new beau, she chases after him to find out why.  I expected a firm set down and a ‘you seemed nice, but then you were nothing but drama and games and crazy’ but no.  He explains that she is too much woman, too strong and ambitious and he will never measure up.  *eye roll*  I kept watching it for about half the first season, but I have, I think, given up.  I did re-watch the episode of Futurama where the Planet Express crew make a new episode of ‘Single Female Lawyer’, though, and it was, as always, enjoyable.

On the awesome side of things — Briggs and I finally broke down and started watching the ‘Game of Thrones’ miniseries.  I haven’t yet read the books (I know, fantasy geek fail) but I’m enjoying the heck out of the series.  Briggs HAS read the books and is also enjoying it, so I guess that a pretty decent job was done making it.

Annnddd…a couple days ago I discovered My Little Pony; Friendship is Magic.  As a little pony fan from back in the day, I already had a soft spot, and apparently the show won awards and stuff…plus they have a Gallifreyan pony with a messy brown mane and an hourglass cutie mark (yes…that’s what the things on their butts are called)that makes cameo appearances.  I tend to be hesitant about reboots, especially of things I loved as a kid, but overall, it is girlie and awesome and just…well…I blew through the whole season in a few days.  I really hope there is more forthcoming.

My next adventure is giving Stargate another shot.  I’m told it gets good right after where I left off, so…we’ll see.

Not a lot else new or awesome in my life right now, and I have a little freelance project I need to finish up, so, until next time, muchachos!





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