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Sunday, February 29, 2004
If its not one thing, its one thing.
I have been having issues with the big box that makes noise and allows me to read other peoples thoughts as well as put down my own. This is an annoying habit. Even though I have nothing to write, or at least I have nothing that I am willing to share at this moment in time, I feel that the issues are really starting to urk me.
I'm not working any deadlines now, so I should be working on some new stuff, writing wise as well as art. The catalogue is near completion and will soon be available to all the happy go lucky people out there in the real world. The expanded catalogue has something like 96 different cards in it, as well as the order info for the much lamented "Christian inaction figure" that most people don't know a thing about.
Nothing says "blatant self promotion at its finest" better than a piece of wood with a drawing of a guy named Christian on it!
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
I haven't been in a writing mood of late, don't really know why. I don't have anything to share from the past few weeks. I would talk about painting, but somehow I think that gets old, and I tend to repeat myself in regards to it.
Maybe after this weekend when I don't have a real deadline I'll write something new.
Saturday, February 07, 2004
I woke up in a place not my own. I was disoriented. My life was not my own today. I saw people that I should know but couldn't place there names. My day as someone else.
And then my chest started to feel numb as I drifted away from my day, only to be punctuated by sharp pain in my lungs as my breathing became shallow. My eyes became heavy and swollen as I slowly fell asleep and wondered as my vision started to haze, will I be me tomorrow? Will I remember?
Will I see the minigirl with the blue eyes and black, as she seems?
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
I have been working on the new version of my catalogue for the past week or so, it's eating away at my brain. I have put something like one hundred images in it; I didn't even know I had that many different types of cards. The catalogue should be done soon, after some proofing and such.