Geeze, everyone, I dunno. I haven't finished anything lately, so I don't have one big thing to talk about like the last entry. Part of that's 'cause I'm not running anything. Schedules are too fucked; I can barely get people to return phone calls. So, right now, no Mage.
I've been doing other stuff in the meantime. I'm still only one comic away from wrapping up Sandman - I might fix that today. At that point, y'all get the Sandman essay, if'n you want it. I've got the second half of the Scott Pilgrim graphic novels on order, I've been playing Civilization 4 a lot lately, and I'm working my way through Persona 4. I can't say that I've been busy - especially since I'm seeing friends suddenly working 14 hours days at the new bistro Frank just opened, but I've been pretty well occupied. Not real productive, though.
So, it's been pretty quiet around the apartment lately, for the most part. I've had some time to think, in between stuff that shows up on the to-do list. There are plenty of diversions, but nothing's really making me terribly happy. I feel like this is all a bit of a smokescreen and that my state is actually pretty sad. I guess things are ok, but I'm not really what you would call a compelling character, and I wonder if that's my nature or if it's something I've made myself. Sometimes I wonder, if I were in a movie, would the film nerds on forums be talking about how pathetic and unlikeable I am? That doesn't seem like something I should concern myself with. It's a little self-absorbed and neurotic, but it's difficult to help. I fill my time with little tasks, but don't commit myself to any real goal.
I've been doing other stuff in the meantime. I'm still only one comic away from wrapping up Sandman - I might fix that today. At that point, y'all get the Sandman essay, if'n you want it. I've got the second half of the Scott Pilgrim graphic novels on order, I've been playing Civilization 4 a lot lately, and I'm working my way through Persona 4. I can't say that I've been busy - especially since I'm seeing friends suddenly working 14 hours days at the new bistro Frank just opened, but I've been pretty well occupied. Not real productive, though.
So, it's been pretty quiet around the apartment lately, for the most part. I've had some time to think, in between stuff that shows up on the to-do list. There are plenty of diversions, but nothing's really making me terribly happy. I feel like this is all a bit of a smokescreen and that my state is actually pretty sad. I guess things are ok, but I'm not really what you would call a compelling character, and I wonder if that's my nature or if it's something I've made myself. Sometimes I wonder, if I were in a movie, would the film nerds on forums be talking about how pathetic and unlikeable I am? That doesn't seem like something I should concern myself with. It's a little self-absorbed and neurotic, but it's difficult to help. I fill my time with little tasks, but don't commit myself to any real goal.