Stuff....too much of it

I have literally been going non-stop for two weeks, and until Russ' wedding is finished, there looks like no stopping. SIGH. Anyways, it's been a really, really long week, and I'm just glad it's over. Between working things, and social things, random accidents of stupidness and me, I am just losing the thread there, so I will be back on track with my blog ASAP. So much to do, so little time these days! I have a lot left to do for work stuff, and for wedding stuff here and there, and then I leave for Quebec on next Sunday, or am I leaving next Monday?

I really have no idea.

Cartoon Deux-c'est proche

The second one is almost finished...I have three more panels, but I need to go to bed, it's waaaaaaaay too late.

I've sort of noticed how shaky I'd gotten, the drawing will get a lot better...I haven't had time (or the energy/happy feeling) necessary for drawing, especially something that is normally over ten panels, and needs to be creative, funny, etc., but now that I do, I will make the best of it, and it will get much better, alright? So expect one pretty soon...

In other musings, I've realized I really like a lot of emo music....so I am listening to a lot of it online...I am actually listening to Usher without thinking about how large his nose is...does anyone else do that? I don't know, it's just so large...it's one of those things....you think about when it's late and tired. =P

As well, I have also realized the benefit of lots and lots of activity and making sure I am busy enough that I go to bed tired...I know in the past I have thought about making sure I have enough time to myself, but what I realized is that I don't need as much of that as perhaps I thought I did in Europe. Things still move at a slower and faster pace than we expect, but the less we do, the less we are. As someone whose not even 25, I think now is the time to experience as much as I can, to give as much as I can, while my body and mind and everything else can still take it. I can worry about rest and taking care of myself when I am a little more fragile, but I think I'm pretty sturdy, all things considered, and I have decided, I suppose, to be more worried about what kind of person I am and the person I want to be, rather than the person I could be if I exhaust myself. There are lots of exhausted people in the world, it's true, but it's why we exhaust ourselves, not the fact that we exhaust ourselves that is important. We don't get any better just staying the same, right?

Anyways, a bit philosophical for 2am. I suppose I should save that for another time, but I guess I have been pretty nostalgic lately, about what I have and where my life is going, and things like that.

Night.

Cartoon 1

....Only a certain percentage of this is true. But this is very telling of a normal session of Guitar Hero with Martin. Enjoy, next one in the next few days, since I'm behind.

Cartoon Madness

Hey,

Sorry about the lack of updates and the loss of cartoons. My little brother Martin intiated a fatal error on my computer which I only managed to get fixed around this weekend (Thanks and blessings to Liz's brother Paul, who had a Windows XP backup disk). SO, now that my computer with my a) software b) cartoons c) life is up and running, I can finally get back on schedule. I feel a little sick today, so I will be staying in and posting resumes like a mad, mad man.

Mad.

Lame

Hey, the first one is almost done, but I'm going to bed because I think I have a fever. I can't believe I'm calling in sick on my blog. Anyways, first one up tomorrow, weekend busier than expected. My bad.

Hey!

Bother...

Well, the new job hunt is sort of working out...I had a possible interview on Monday, but really, I just want to make money, and I am SO sick of looking for a job. I would be more ok with everything if it wasn't for the fact that I am seriously overeducated.

I think I'll put up some cartoons soon, just let me get to it. I have some sketches I did.

AM I LAME???

You know, it's sad, and kinda funny, when you come home early on a Saturday night, and think, "Wow, I'm glad I borrowed that book Study Smarter, Not Harder tonight from my friend Karen...I think I'll browse through it before I get off to bed early tonight." This thought is immeadiately followed by, "It's a real shame I didn't get to nap today."


I should really buy my old man pants in advance. I mean, really.

Thoughts

Well, it's super late in the morning (I have to be at work at eight) for my last day of working at Grainfields. I learned a lot by working at a restaurant. The first and most important thing I learnt is there is a huge difference between kitchens you see on tv, and what people deal with every day at popular places. Secondly, because of that, I realized I didn't want to work in the restaurant business...I had been thinking about going to school for some training as a chef or baker, but I found out that after a while, I didn't like being an automaton in a food factory, especially at a restaurant aimed at a clientiele which mostly can't taste their food anymore and prefers everything well done. (ie. people over the age of 65) I did learn to sort of overcome my fear of really hot things *by necessity of the craziness of the job* and I have learned how to cook a heck of a lot faster, and just randomly come up with a meal plan in like, a minute, which is super and amazing. I can also now cut vegetable at the speed of light, and food prep is nearly something I can do without thinking too hard about it, which I really like. So all and all, I picked up some pretty great skills. (At the cost of a lot of sleep and my sanity, pretty much)

I also found that a restaurant is great place to overcome a fear of failure...you have about a minute to prepare a dish, and if crap is a dish best served warm, well, make sure it's warm. I still can't wrap a wrap to save my life (this is a defect since birth), but in the end the result doesn't always matter; most people blame the problems of the end product on the user, not the creator (Which really works in my favour because of the type of clientele, frankly). Secondly, if you screw up, you fix it, and you fix it fast. This was actually really good therapy from the academic mindset, which says, "You screwed up, you can never fix it, obsess, rinse and obsess again, and then repeat, and obsess about screwing up your ability to scrutinize yourself and the ability to obsess over trivial things that will make you obsessive." In other words, the restaurant biz, for a bit, was probably the best place for me.

Would I work there for longer than a month or so? NO WAY. I am ready to KILL.