Brains. It's what runs through my brains.

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My eyeballs feel sad. They need a massage. Tomorrow is my first class in pursuit of a master's degree. Yay higherhigher educations! But, srsly, I'm excited. And very afraid. I'm always really afraid.

Work is the same, which it should stay that way so I can be good at school. Though I'm bored half the time, getting emails from my bosses always thanking me for my work (and the occasional "You rock!") makes up for the rest of the wasted time or crappy tasks I get stuck with.

Right now I'm being squinty because I need new glasses. I'm trying to watch the DNC, but it's boring. I wasn't really feeling Michelle Obama's speech last night. I thought it was really forced and trying too hard to be emotive, too Barack-y; she kept starting her sentences with "Y'see...". I like her a lot, just thought her speech was a bit of a letdown. The Obama kids screaming into the microphone was intended to be cute but it was just awkward. I'm being too judge-y I know. All these events are weird to me. If you break it down; how excited people are to follow someone who is made out to be a symbol of change. "Change we can believe in" plastered all over the screens, voices screeching into microphones bounding through the arena...It's all sort of 1984-ish. It's not so much a critique of the DNC, as much as it is about this whole process, the way people think and how they put their faith in politicians.

I will say, that I liked Ted Kennedy's short speech, and I always love seeing Jimmy Carter, I just want to give him a big but gentle hug, bloodshot eye and all.

Arrested Irony

I kept wondering what might have happened to him. When I first saw his missing arm from the corner of my eye, I thought it was an old man. I shocked to see someone my age. He had gashes on his upper arms too.

But he seemed fine. I wonder if people ever come up to him and ask what happened. Maybe he was at war. I wanted to hug him or be his friend.

Anyway, I hid my iPod inside my tote and continued watching --in guilt-- feeling my entertainment choice was perhaps in bad taste. But, y'know, what can you do?

Chris Ware: Why So Awesome?

(click to enlarge, I promise it's worth it!)
But seriously, how does one do this?

Lately, more so than ever, I just want to get into this whole thing.
I wonder where I can take some cheap/free illustration classes. There's so much that can be said by work like this. I don't know, am I being a little OOC*?

I think I'm going to re-read Jimmy Corrigan.

He's also done lots of more commercially-oriented work (his style seemed familiar way before I even knew who he was), i.e.,




*Out of control

Tomorrow is Caturday

Romy is coming.