Ink mucked up all over the place, and I sure as hell didn’t intend for the flow to be so… lazy. I’ll try to re-do this later on. In the mean time, here’s the give away: the stressed out dude belongs on my pants.
/head desk.
Oh BLAH!
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Category Archives: Never for Money/Always for Love
Plain and simple.
Man… I could use one of those gooey chocolatey babies right about now. With cold milk. ARG.
I’ve been meaning to talk a little more about the new year, and how I really feel about 2010. I was looking forward to opening Cereal Sat ’10 with a bang; but as you can all plainly see, I haven’t done anything of the sort. Why? I haven’t had the will or organization to do it, talk about it, or even decide just what I really WANT out of the year (in feasible terms of course).
I’m good at WANTING things, but not very skilled in setting out to get it. I mean, I’m still jonesing for a cookie, aren’t I?
So… I just went ‘splooey…
Normally I’d have a short introduction before jumping straight into the thick of things, but in this case, I’m running late for dinner with Gizmo and meh tummy’s getting angry. Could use a drink- but ANYWAY. Here we go:
And you can too! Labo, tch.
Don’t understand a word I’m saying? Scroll down to number one here, or mosy on down to your nearest swanky bookstore and pick up a copy. It’s as hefty as the price tag, but trust me, it’s well worth your money. PEACE!
A peep to break the quiet
Hi all. I’m so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth- I should have at least mentioned that the CerealSat scanner I use belongs to the OFFICE… (sheepish chuckle)
Though, scanner excuses aside, I must admit I have been anything BUT productive this holiday. As soon as the break began, December just sucked me into a vortex of Christmasy shopping and turkey stuffing…
I’m still reeling.
For starters, I’m still trying to explain to my pudding belly why I’m not wearing my pj’s, not slumped in my sleepy kitchen, and not nibbling on queso de bola. Sigh. Happy New Year one and all. I know it may not show, but if you’re reading this, I love you. <3
Segue!
I’ve been wanting to do this for WEEKS. More accurately, I’ve been wanting to draw this out ever since this post. I just haven’t been able to since something more current and presumably more important keeps popping up. WELL. Last weekend I finally found the time. Pol Doble- this is for you. 🙂
Originally, my lay out was another page longer with thigh slapping and butt wiggling action. (It was based on the post, although rereading it, the thigh slap bit doesn’t seem to be up anymore. Did you edit it, Pol? Or was it just an awesome dream?)
In any case, since my job seems so hell bent to kill me sometime during these last 4 days of work of 2009 one page is all I’ve got : (Â I’ll try to find my groove and a pocket of time again, guys. Cheers!
Baby it’s cold INSIDE
Gog. Whoever’s in charge of our building’s thermostat must be a megalomaniac Yeti because it’s effin’ FREEZING today.
Originally, I was planning on finishing all my pages and setting them up in a massive post… But, ‘thing is that I’ve got my hands tied with deadlines Gog. Who’s a lame adult now? (angry face)
So continuity be damned, here’s the first page of Day 2:
More to follow… More, and hopefully better work since I’m not very happy with this one. The text’s all over the place and all things considered, the narrative’s sloppy. : ( Boo hoo.
Gog. I’m beginning to wish I never set out to comick my Ad Cong experience. This is getting lamer by the day.
Fast like Cheetah!
Posting before work falls on my head like a ton of bricks. Finally Day ONE of my Ad Congress experience is finito. Hope you like.
And again, a kodak look at it:
That’s me making pa-cool at the talk and then the actual book signing…
In other news, I’m totally hopped up on love for Lucy Knisley (see sidebar) and her newest ukulele chart topper- The Ballad of One Fang. Gog, she’s such a babe. <3 I’d take up ukulele lessons too if I didn’t know for a fact that I’m a miserable, musical dodo.
Donde. Esta. La Biblioteca?
I’ve been missing in action for days, and I’m so sorry for that, ladies and gents (sad face) You would think that with ad congress over and the year steadily coming to a fold, things would slow down for the holidays, right? Sigh. If only it were so. In our desperate attempt to meet the yearly quota, we’ve been killing ourselves with pitches galore. And yes, while I’ve always been able to doodle up something no matter what, it gets kind of embarrassing to be so blatantly NOT working when the rest of the crew’s doing their best. (feet shuffle) Gog I’m so full of it. I literally finished this page in 10 minutes, and it shows:
There’s about 2 and a half weeks left of work time here at the office, but that only means that it’s crunch time more than ever. As my friend Manny put it, every day is sounding more and more like the time-is-running-out Super Mario theme. Personally I think it sounds more like the Star theme.
Thing’s will get better, I promise : (
Can’t Buy Me Love
Stay tuned to find out what Reg encountered at the END OF THE LINE (dun dun duuun!)
Gog I’m such a spaz. Look, it really wasn’t that big a deal- in case you guys were wondering. I hope I haven’t built this up too much. Either way, stay sharp, lads!
<3 </3
Part ONE
So, here’s part one (obviously), of how “I Met (or kind of pissed off) James Jean”. To all you grammar Nazis out there, I humbly apologize if I flutter from past to present tense without warning… I’ve yet to master the narrative. Come to think of it, I kind of do it all on the fly. Anywho, without further ado:
Will Reg’s love be dashed?? Is James Jean truly a douche??
Stay tuned for Part Two in this all too brief tale of disappointment and angst!
