Ramblings of a crackmonkey

It's like I have to beat somebody up to get a shot at the keyboard lately, I swear. I am so far out of the loop RP-wise...
Aaanyways, working on drawings, but not stuff I want to show off right now, because it's prelim proposal work for a possible graphics job. Not a long term gig, but something that would get my art a little exposure and give me something nice to put in the portfolio and on the resume. We'll see how that goes. I have to put in a bid and I'm always inclined to way undercharge.
Which I'm sure somehow hooks up with my weekend/Monday adventure in which my bank account was overdrawn. Because of the fee the bank extracts for my having an account. Yergh. They've also raised the overdraft fee more than I thought they had.

In the good stuff field, though! We went to Shenandoah last Friday, very spur of the moment trip. It was just a day trip but we saw lots of deer, twin fawns, a raccoon (I can't believe I took photos of that. They used to come up on the porch and stand a foot away from you in B'ham, begging for food.), and most spectacularly a bear cub. It was while we were driving, and I did get out to take a photo over the roof of the car, because I'm not a dumbass. But there were other people behind us who were dumbasses and wanted to go closer, and then the park rangers came around and blared sirens at all of us. Whee. Oh well. I still need to dl the photos.

In the hysterically weird stuff, last night I was about to go to bed, Shad was wrapping up on the computer, there were strange rattling noises in the AC unit, and the next thing we knew there was a bat crawling across the kitchen floor. Grabbing of cats and frantic searching for a box ensued.

Rey: Runs upstairs with cat and shoves it in bedroom Stay there!
Bridgie: Mmmmgh?
Rey: There's a bat! In the kitchen!
Bridgie: Okay. Nods contentedly

I just love adding these little surreal moments when she's not awake, but this is the same girl who wakes me up in he middle of the night to tell me there are birds on her neck or a hanger floating over the bed.
Anyways, bat was captured pretty easily, and released outside, although there was a moment I had the edge of the box on its wing which I feel pretty bad for. It made some funky noises about that, but it was in the livingroom by then and I think the carpet cushioned things so it didn't really get hurt. It flew away, outside, after sitting on the sidewalk a minute going 'ohshitwhatwasthat???'

Kitchenbat. LOL. I feel like I should draw a bat anthro thingy in homage.

Made you look.

So it took me long enough, but here's the completed Maggie cheesecake pin-up thing. Hours of watercolor pencil, and there's still some details here and there I'm not quite happy with. Some things are just too hard to paint over without messing them up further, though.
Big image is big.
The Queen a' Roving
Link for the DA inclined

That's almost it for the half-finished stuff I had laying around, so now I'll need to start fresh on the backlog of stuff that's never even gotten that far, I guess... ;)

It is a day of housecleaning, and I feel bad about not having much art to post, and Bridgie yoinked our collection of napkin art off the fridge. I present for your perusal a sampling of the weirdshit art that collects on our fridge.
( napkinart )

So, still here, still dragging along on art. The week is just flying away, and I haven't even seen TF2 yet. We've had plumbing issues, today we're supposed to have the maintenance back again to replace the whole damn bathroom sink, which has been coming away from the wall for a while but only recently put enough pressure on the pipes below to make them leak. The hot water shutoff is also leaking, which means they're going to have to shut off the water for the whole apartment. Whee.
Meanwhile there's been catsitting, and the cats are nice, very sweet and friendly, but it's a long drive to get to them and it eats up a chunk of every day. But man, those cats are sweet. They are both giant fluffballs. I am never getting a longhaired cat. Also the one beats the other one up, but independantly they're great. And to add to the catsitting fun, they had new bathroom floor put in just at the beginning and then the maintenance people cracked the toilet tank putting it back in. It happens, it's an honest accident, but it's not fun to go to the home of someone who's away on vacation and find water all over the floor. I hated to call her up and tell her, but after days of keeping her cats shut up in the bedrooms they came yesterday and fixed it.
Be wary, I guess, plumbing issues must be contagious.

Art! I've been really unproductive lately. The plumbing and the catsitting and Spider has a sinus infection again and we're cleaning house for a lady to come over tomorrow and tell us if we're fit to be mentors based on the cleanliness of our home.
I'm worried about that.
Anyways! Art! Right...
Finished and got the okay on Courtney's wedding picture thingy. With gerbils.
And because it's still not finished but Courtney showed interest in it, Maggie painting in progress. As you can see I painted her, and then went away with the intention of painting in the boring crap like the drapey fabric and candles later. It's been weeks and weeks. I'll try to bludgeon myself into it this upcoming weekend, but for now there's more cleaning to be done, and a sink coming sometime today.

So I meant to update earlier in the week, like Tuesday morning, but it kind of didn't happen. Anyways! A new art: Dirk Gently meets The Shadow. He is later found unconscious in an alley, and on waking, plaintively groans "He could have just asked me to be quiet..."
This was just a silly little thing I did in between stuff, and the coloring is kind of crappy, but it was an experiment. Need to work on the painting of Maggie now. I really hate having so many drawings started but not finished. For some reason that bothers me in a way all the ones I haven't started at all don't.

Yesterday was the first day of a two-week catsitting job, which is cool because it's paid, and the kitties are nice. The WTF part was going out to my car to go there and finding somebody threw a bowlful of... ramen? on my windshield. With a few little chunks of potatoes. And maybe some scrambled egg. I got a pretty good look because it was damn hard to clean off, especially since my car has never had windshield wiper fluid in the time I've owned it because the resevoir for it is cracked. Yurgh. But the gas station had a window cleaning thingie that did a better job of it, and I'm over it, so now it's just a 'WTF?' moment. When we got to the house with the cats, there was someone else there cleaning (We'd been forewarned about that), and she was nice and cheerful and told us we should expect surprises. Expect a surprise every day! It sounded like something my mother would say. I almost told her I'd got mine in the form of noodles on my car, but I didn't want to sound grouchy.

Also! A plug! In case nobody reads Shad's LJ I will stand and wave my arms and point out that he's just gotten webpage set up! And I'm totally not plugging it just because I helped him beat the tables into behaving. He's got some good writing up there. I think we should all poke him until he puts the NaNovel up too.

Off to drink lots of coffee and make myself get down to watercolor pencils again...

So yesterday I finished my post with the announcement that I was gonna work on drawings. I also left out one small detail about the concert the night before, which would be this group of kids sitting in front of us for part of the concert. Two had cigarettes, which is fine, and the third had a pipe, which would have been a little suspicious even if I hadn't caught a whiff of what was in it.
You see Rey, who grew up in hippiesville, Cannabistown, who has never actually smoked that stuff and would admit it if she had, is allergic.
So about ten minutes after my post yesterday, the light show started. The visual distortion generally comes before the pain when I get migraines, and I pretty much only get them as an allergic reaction. I spent a few hours lying very, very still, afraid if I moved even a tiny bit I would puke. I couldn't look at much of anything for most of the day. I still couldn't look at print by evening. Needless to say, drawing did not happen.

Anyways, today is a new day, I can walk straight, and look at things without getting sick. Hopefully art will happen today.

Once again, the entire week has devoured me whole, chewed me up and spat me out at the end going 'why haven't I gotten anything done?'

( Here's why... )

So! Busy week, but awesome. Arts! I still have a pile of stuff to finish. This is an arting weekend and I am going to finish some art this weekend even if my hand goes numb damnit.

Mentioned this one before, but there's only a couple days left for voting in the MGC.
Also not big fancy art, but I covered an entire sketchpage in trying to get the older Shadow's face right.
I will have more art to update with Monday, or I will bludgeon myself with blunt instruments.

So the end of last week, I had a handful of art projects I wanted to work on over the weekend and post some time in the next week. And then there was babysitting and Bridgie is going back to school for a medical billing program so there was student ID and parking permit and books and first class, and then we had a class at the UU church, and here it is into the next week and I have a handful of not-quite-done art that I still can't post.
I also flailed and tore my hair out and finished a so-so entry for the MGC by 3AM last night, and now my left hand is half tingling half numb again, so I'm off art again until I can't see the cords standing up in my wrist and I can feel my hand. I'm especially annoyed at myself because Courtney's commission was pretty much top of the list for needs to be finished...

Ergh. Anyways, I'm going to link the MGC here although it probably won't be updated until afternoon because they have lives and work. Apparently the site's in danger of closing, and that's terrible because it really is an awesome contest.

To end this, because typing is hard and my left hand fingers keep missing the keys, we got one of those amusing spam things today where there's cut and paste of random story text. Except that the spammer forgot to attach a virus or slap in some porn or viagra adverts, so it's really just an eml of some random story fragments. I love these things. It's like the bastard child of haiku and flipping radio stations.
( There was a thoughtful silence again, and then he cried out-- )

Wasn't that enlightening and restful? I feel like I should meditate on the underlying meaning of the lines. But that might be because I was up until 3AM staring and Photoshop and there's too much blood in my coffee system.

I went online to see how pathetic my bank balance is, and found the login page changed to accomodate a bigass thing saying 'We're on Twitter!'

Call me wacky, but dispensing little spurts of information about what they do to the world is the last thing I want my bank doing.

Also Happy Birthday to madcowchef tomorrow! Except that I don't think he checks LJ anymore but maybe Alex will see this...? I suck at keeping in contact with the B'ham gang.

Yeesh, I really didn't mean to go all radio silence. This is gonna be some pretty lackluster updates, though. Nothing ominous and bad, but nothing great either. I'm hoping to dump a nice art post up here soon, got myself working on about five different things at once.

Spider: After much expensive testing, the vet has ruled out just about everything innocently wrong with this cat, which was supposed to leave Cancer or FIP as the two likely things. Both of these are fatal, and mean she's going downhill very, very fast.
She has gained weight back, is perky and about as active as she ever is. She eats, she goes after condensation on Bridgie's drinks, she occasionally leaves presents on the carpet by the door. She's herself. She jumps easily up onto the bed to sleep (snoring loudly) on Bridgie's feet, or up to the back of her favorite chair. This is not a sick cat. The vet gave in, and basically said keep them posted if she gets sick again. Otherwise it's just a mystery, but we're glad to have her back to normal.
Except when the cats conspire, such as Squeaks asking to be let out at four in the morning when Spider has shat in front of the door. But other than that!

Jobness: Dunno, still hunting. There was a retail job I really, really thought I had. I seemed to be exactly what they were looking for, I got along well with the guy interviewing me, we even knew some of the same people in former employers and my references. I asked when I could expect to hear from him, and he said as soon as he got a hold of our friend in common job reference. That was a week from last Friday. Nothing.
Still looking.

Other stuff: Been some Maymonting, some Botanical Gardens. They're easy to get to and free, so that's what we do to get out of the house. I've been really unfocused on art, so I've got a lot of things in progress and nothing finished. Pissed at a bottle of masking fluid I bought for a project I'm finally working on, only to find the stuff solidified before I had a chance to use it. I only opened the bottle once, and I screw caps back on pretty tight. Car is having minor issues, stuttering and it stalled out twice yesterday while idling, but we think it's probably just the choke, it only has trouble when it's standing still and drives fine otherwise. Shad is a Shadow-obsessed keyboard hogging freakmonkey. I am back on daily coffee, after a break of about four years. Been going intermittently to the UU church, and it's... interesting. There's a class thingy at the end of this month to actually learn what they're all about, so we're gonna do that. I can't quite shake that little nagging fear of organized religion, even though the jokes are that it's disorganized religion. The reverend is awfully nice, and the choir is good and it seems like Bridgie should be in it. And I found the Belafonte song 'Turn the World Around' in their hymnal yesterday, which is awesome. For you other Thirtyishsomethings and over, that's the number Harry Belafonte sang on the Muppet show.
Can't think of anything else to update with.
Oh! The inventory people continue to send me a weekly schedule, with no hours and 'terminated' on it. They need to update their list, geez.

I'll try to have artings next time. Courtney's commission is in the final stages, at least.

So, we're on night two without Spider. Basically the blood tests were inconclusive, but it's narrowed down pretty well to a couple things. Three things. One is hyperthyroidism, which they're running a new test on and we should hear the results tomorrow morning.
Everyone cross your fingers and pray that comes back positive, because it can be maintained or even cured, and the other two possibilities give her a pretty short time left ahead.
Even though she's staying overnight again, they brought her out to the examining room after the long talk to determine what test to do next, and she sat on Bridgie's chest and bashed her head into and bit her chin, which is exactly where she's happiest. It was kind of painful to then have to hand her back to the vets. Still, they said she's eating well, and alert, and she seemed basically herself, right down to blowing snot bubbles again, which is second on the list of Spider's hobbies, first being sitting on Bridgie's chest and biting her chin.
We're really, really hoping it's hyperthyroidism.

There hasn't been much online-ness because we've been trying to keep the phone line free for vet calls, which is why I'm only now updating here. Apparently they have people there until fairly late into the evening, and we don't want to miss any necessary information about her. I know there's some stuff OOC in the Dark City comm and family members will get to it when we have the chance.

Aaand art. Which I can't bring myself to be as enthused about under the circumstances.
Sketch for a watercolor pencil painting of Maggie
Sketchpage full of mostly Jareth, for any Labyrinth fans out there.

Squeaks gets a deworming pill, which will be fun.

Spider... has something bigger than worms going on. They've already got a negative on Feluke and AIDS, but she freaked out when they took blood and they had to put her on oxygen, and she's staying overnight and more bloodwork. Hyperthyroidism or diabetes are on the list of possibilities, cancer is a more remote possibility, but unlikely. We hope. Bridgie had to give a $200 deposit, which is less than half of the bill, but the vet reccommended us this pet payment card thingy we're going to look into.

Probably won't be online much this evening and maybe not tomorrow, because of the need to keep the phone line free for vet calls.

At least we got the AC fixed today?

Send kitty prayers.

Things learned in the past two weeks:

There is a lot more fog than you'd expect, in Richmond of an early morning.
No matter how alert I can be at 4:30 in the morning, my stomach does not wake up that early.
Eating when my stomach is not awake is a bad idea.
Maps can be deceptive, no matter how good you are at reading them.
Finding someplace you've never been before in an unfamiliar area is much harder in the dark/fog/hours so early you can't stop and ask for directions because nothing is open yet.
Even the most laid-back of drivers can be induced to a continuous level of mild panic under the right(wrong?) conditions.
Bending over and kneeling and getting up and down all day is hard on the back and knees no matter your age.
There is such a thing as a job that is worse than being unemployed.

I came home Thursday night, after getting lost both ways, being late because of it, and basically had a minor meltdown. At which point I found out that without telling me, everyone around me has been saying I should just get the hell out of the job. My coworkers seemed to mostly be angry annoyed people who complained about the job. I realized that everyone of all ages complained about the physical toll. My superiors seemed to be deeply unhappy people. I was spending almost as much in gas and tolls as I was making.

I angsted over the decision, all the same. I feel like it's a slap in the face to the people offering financial support to quit a job, but that last part about the financial balance is kind of a breaker. I quit, as nicely as I could, on Friday, and returned the laundered shirts and namebadge and all this morning. I returned them to the woman who creates the schedule, and when I told her my reasons for leaving she said I couldn't have been on Southside all that much, and I must have been scheduled for Colonial Heights on accident. I should have asked her if scheduling me for hospitals and asking me to my face drive three hours away alone for two days in my first week was also an 'accident'. I wasn't mad until that point.

I am, again, jobless, but looking hard.

Because we are not under enough financial and emotional stress, we have just discovered that Spider has worms. We had made a vet appointment because she acts healthy but is ridiculously skinny (and snotty), but I hadn't seen a single sign of worms until this morning. And I'd been looking, in case. She doesn't even go outside except once in a while for ten seconds to eat grass beside the front walk, with one of us standing over her. We're taking both cats in to make sure Squeaks didn't somehow give it to her, although calling Squeakers skinny would be... well she's not truly overweight, but she's built like a tank.
The good part is Spider is acting fine apart from trying to kill Bridgie for strawberries and going up on the counter after the crockpot. Actually I guess that last part is healthy, if aggravating. She plays with string, tries to get outside, rolls around and meeps and is generally herself. And she's always snotty, so...

Yeah.

Agh.

Life? Please, please, please give us a break sometime soon? Please? We've filled our quota of misery already, okay?

Still here, for now. Getting tired of angsting all over this journal, so I'm having trouble finding anything non-angst to post or say. I'm really sorry, to all friends. I know I'm way behind on what's going on. I don't get online a whole lot right now, except to stare at comics, which don't require any input. Bridgie got turned down for unemployment, and I'm off to my new job this afternoon, my first day will take a 45 minute drive to an area I'm really unfamiliar with, and being late once is a firing offense. Right now there's just a lot of flaily 'where is rent going to come from?' and 'will the car hold out on a job I have to drive all over every day?' and 'OMFG are we really and truly fucked yet?'

Damnit. Angsting again. Anyway, if we seem to be absent, and utterly confused as to what's going on when we're not, this is why.

I just don't know guys. I don't know. Every day feels like falling.
I don't know.

So I think I'm really far behind on the Flist, but don't expect me to catch up today, because I'm back in the left wrist brace. It's not too bad, but no drawing this morning for me. Nor much typing, even.

So, job. Argh job. Argh argh argh. After having to call them again because I still wasn't getting the schedule, it finally came through. It's a schedule that covers two weeks, over the course of which I work... no hours. Zero. If they have no work for me, why did they hire me? It's also bugging me that their default payment system uses this thing like a debit card, which has fees attached to almost absolutely everything including checking the balance, and no it doesn't matter what ATM you use, so basically I have to pay a fee to get my pay? She briefly mentioned that if you really want you can get direct deposit set up, which I will of course do, except what's the point when I'm not working any hours? I need to call the food stamps people, and now I really don't know what to tell them. I have a job now, but I'm not working.

Also: Pirates. WTF. Real pirates. One the one hand, OMG, real pirates! On the other hand, what is the state of the world that this is a real problem again? And it sounds like it was food type supplies, which is just... sad. I mean sad that such a necessity is what drives people to it. Yurgh.

Bridgie's got her phone interview for unemployment today, everyone send prayers or something, but I think if I got it, there's no reason she shouldn't. Like me, the boss can't come up with any specific thing she did that's a firing reason. I think she'll be fine, but I remember how nerve-wracking the process is.

Wrist resting time is naow.

Job B is a bust but I'm officually an inventory taker. Weird hours, different location every day, supposed to get my schedule today and pray it doesn't have anything weird like oh hey you work tonight. And Easter.
Get to tell the food stamps people I have a job and see if they immediately take the food stamps away. I don't know what to tell them. What will your hours be? Varies. Well how many hours a week? Varies. Take a guess? Ten to thirty hours a week. Depending.

It's 10 AM and we're under a Tornado watch until 3 PM.

What I really want to do is go back to bed, but, y'know, that's upstairs, where you really shouldn't be in a tornado watch. I was thinking of taking a nice long bath, but we're expecting lightning. Don't expect to see anyone here online much today.

So this here be Rey up at 6 AM, sucking down coffee and wondering what I've gotten myself into. Need to get dressed soon here to go off to training for the inventory job, still hoping the admin job will call back and say oh hey can you come in for second interview and we can maybe hire you? Everyone cross your fingers, because I may become an even more incoherent person if I have to get up this early and earlier on a regular basis, mixed with shifts that will keep me working until 2 AM just to make sure I can't get used to it.
For feces and giggles, here's an art. Someone's Gargoyles OC with a crappy cheat background, because she got the 5K hit on my DA gallery.

Time for more coffee and then to join the ranks of the maddened morning rush hour!

It's been a week, and a weekend. OMG.

* Interview for Job A-I've basically got it, except that they're insisting I fill out an online tax form that has broken scripting, and have yet to my eml saying so.
* Interview for Job B which I would really, really prefer, but I honestly can't tell how I did at the interview and won't know until late this week.
* Day at Maymont and it was windy and a little cold and there were OMFG children everywhere. Wednesday must be school field trip day. But the horses were happy to see us, and they rebuilt the raptor area so that was cool. The bears were even out and active.
* Cops knocked on the door to tell us they were checking up on the next door neighbor and were we aware he has a sexual assault and battery charge against him?
* Midnight coffee at Denny's with Matt... OMG. It was only us gamer freaks and the wannabe goths that did that, when I was in HS/college, now it's everyone that age and it was packed and I felt like one of the older people in the place.
* Last show at Comedy Alley. Ever. *sniffle* I remember when I first moved out here the place was just opening, and I remember being last minute recruited into being Box-Office Rey, and it was good to see my posters for their musical shows on the wall, and damn it was good to see so many of the old familiar faces and from the way they squealed and ran at us and hugged they were glad to see us too. I'm wary about hugs but these were old pals. But damn. It's so unfair. The economy just kills these small businesses. I didn't cry, but I saw some people who came close.
* Went to the service at the UU church of Job B, and it was... really interesting. There were hymns and there was a quote from the Talmud at the closing, and a lot of stuff about community work and human rights and the U.N., no real mention of god or gods. There was a thing where people came up and lit candles and said what they were thinking about this morning, good or bad. It was mostly depressing, that part. Lots of lost jobs and sick relatives and one guy who felt bad because he owns a business and had to lay two people off and was worried about them. Afterwards we hung around and met the reverend and other people, and I didn't feel the terror of pretending to be some nice Christian 'roommate'. The reverend told us there were a couple of lesbian couples in the congregation who'd been together a really long time, and I pointed out we've been together eight or nine years. Yes I fail at anniversaries.
* Went to Bridgie's parent's and had her dad help me divide up my monster houseplant, Audrey II so now there's an Audrey III and IV and at least one of them is going to Bridgie's aunt. Her dad had unearthed all these old slides because his brothers are doing the same and they're converting them to digital photos, but we pulled out trays and did a slide show. Lots of pictures of six year old Bridgie, and her dad from his college years looking goofy. It was silly but I liked it.

Dunno what this week will be like. I don't know how fast Job A responds on training appointments, or exactly when Job B will have news for me. Today? I'm gonna go enjoy the weather. I'll try to send some northwards...

Well... I'll be surprised if I don't get the job.
I can also tell who probably is not going to get the job, because it's just not good to, when asked if there are any questions, ask about the drug test, the frequency of drug tests, and the specific timing of drug tests.

They did a batch of eight people, in which I was the only woman, but everyone that was in their office was female. Even down to the intern or whatever in the background who we only glimpsed. I was the best dressed. I was almost the only one who spoke, the other two who did being the drug test guy, and another guy who had worked for them before and was looking to be rehired after a space of years I guess, and was therefore already chummy with the office people. They taught us the very basics of some handheld scanner things and let us play around with them, counting poster-sized photos of store shelves, which is a lot more informal than the practical test I expected. I... did not get 100% accuracy on any of them, which bummed me out a little, but the woman doing the interview thing (did I mention we have the same name, too?) and the district manager were walking around kind of checking up and said I was only off by 1 or 2 percent. They weren't too stressed over it, especially since I was willing to own up to it. I said it'd been a while since I did inventory and they both went oh you have inventory experience!!! They asked where, which led to me chatting with the district manager about RShack because her husband used to work there.

Yeah, I think I'm in.

They also did the brief private interview with me first, and it was all pretty friendly and I was told I scored really well on the online assessment when I first applied. My only concern is the car, because it's driving to different locations all over the place, but it's running pretty well apart from some minor fanbelt issues that I need to muck with. No reimbursement for gas, and it's part time, but the job pays $8.50 an hour and that's more than I was making before. At my last job, I mean.

So. Yeah. I don't want to count inventory the rest of my life, but the job doesn't sound half bad after all.

I've got no art to update with, just a backlog of half-done sketches and stuff I should be working on. Last week... ugh... where to begin? With the getting lost looking for the social services office, with LJ inexplicably ceasing to work (I still suspect IP ban and need to contact them), or with the mysterious horrible smell that took days to track down to some dead flowers? I mean I guess there's nothing huge I could complain about, but it's been a week of little annoyances at every turn, and it's kept us busy and distracted. Last night LJ fritzed out again, and this morning I woke up with a nightmare. Tomorrow I have a job interview for something I'm not sure I want and I'm pretty sure I won't get, because it's an inventory thing that looks like it involves doing math in your head which I, because my brain does not like numbers, am not capable of.
And if anyone tries to tell me that's because I'm lazy in math or something, I'll rip their head off. I have a diagnosed math disability, and I spent years with tutors and flash cards and being taught tricks of multiplication and spending evenings in tears because I desperately wanted to get it, and just couldn't.

Obviously I need some damn coffee to get a handle on this week, or even today.

Good things: Looks like Bridgie gets unemployment, and damn she gets about twice per week what I did. I... get food stamps. I guess. They sent me a card, which then says they already sent me a thing to tell me what I actually get monetarily, which they didn't. Not sure if I'm happy about that or not.
Nice weather, been going outside plenty, and really the only thing keeping me from art lately is my own distractedness. I'm happy with the sketches I've got started, it's just I start one and then go on to the next before I've finished the last one. I need to do a Gargoyle portrait for the person who got my 5,000th pageview on DA (Yup, 5,000 people have looked at my art), and I need to sketch some gerbils...

I also have plans to totally redesign my website, which has been languishing for years now. I don't know whay I was avoiding making it a gallery, but I was. Now I want a nice private gallery I can direct people to for freelance illustration work, something that passes for professional.

Anyways, I guess I just wanted to make a Monday update, but I really don't have much else to say. I'm gonna go get some damn coffee.