OK! Its time for this to get for serious. Blog updates every Wednesday Night!! I cant wait! I will post any random stuff ive been doing and keep you, the reader, (you knows who you aint) up to date with my quest to get hired! While the adventure up until now has moved at a blistering speed of, molasses, the fire in my engines has been finally stoked and i am ready to move foreward into the world of notbeingpoorandhavingmoneyand notnotwantingtospendmoneybecauseidonthaveany. I have determined, right now, that i am afraid of sucess, yeah, is that a completely narcissistic thing to say? Shit i hope not. I have a degree in illust/cartooning, and i am doing that; and the company(Blam!Ventures) is finally hitting its stride, and Im not saying i need to get out of there, its just i need something in addition to the comic stuff. I need like a fulltime job thats not retail or something like that. I still have to send my storyboards to the agency, but if i can keep making stuff like that WoW fan art, im sure Ill be able to get a AAA job no time. I hear they have health insurance, which i need, OH YEAH SO.... there was a shit ton of smoke in my apartment couple weeks ago coming from the basement where the boiler's flue was closed (nice job guys...). Had my roomates not been home i would have died from lack of oxygen as i was passed the fuck out from sleeping pills and ear plugs (Flatbush Avenue= crackhead mating calls all night or some shit) so thank you roommates!! YOU SAVED MY LIFE! After you read this post, call a loved one, tell them thanks... its gonna be ok... (and then make like, an inhale sniff kinda noise and start to cry but hang up as soon as the noise from the fake crying starts) But yea.... so how bout that Obama winning the presidency huh?? My whole street was having a block party of sorts in celebration. My roomates and I joined in.... from our apartment window with speakers that should have been playing his speech but were not loud enough. I got to bang on a frying pan in an attempt to out do the woman with the sheet over her face ringing the cowbell (i failed!) though and Tim got to play the Star Spangled banner on the electric guitar, unfortunately he had to learn the song first so by the time he felt ready after the speech there were many people outside. But it was still cool. I heard a dude across the street say , "fuck U Poh-lice(like two accentuated syllables) fucking cracker! get outta here U racist!" I saw no cops, but isnt that... racism? Now, Im white, but i live in an entirely black community, its rare but sometimes i hear "cracker" or "whitey." Not from anyone i know thankfully. I will never understand how it feels to be black in america, so I cannot completely say i feel the same way but, i do feel that many of the people in my community who have lived there for years look at me as a sign of change, as a sign of take over. I dont pay enough rent to change the climate of the area but beleive me there are some serious serious hipsters "gentrifying" the pants off this place. I dont want to get lumped in with that mess. I dont want people looking at me and thinking "there goes the neighborhood." Wow this really got off track! Im done. More to come,
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