Some of the most recently-finished stuff, which just happened to be two commissions that are like the only ones I've ever gotten, OMG Am attempting to wake myself up, here...
( Peacock! )
( Happy Holidays, Bronx )
Tomorrow is the service, so I need to find out what time we're leaving for Bakersfield and...oh crap, what to wear. I have nothing mourn-y in my closet. The only actual dress I have is really bright and cheerful with lots of flowers and little sparkly things on it. Well dammit, I don't want to frickin' wear some black whatever to a service just to please people I don't even know. My family's the only ones I'll probably be talking to anyway, and...freck, they probably will care how I look. They probably don't want me showing up in jeans. Dammit. Nothing like wearing uncomfortable clothes in an uncomfortable setting surrounded by people who are generally uncomfortable to make your day 100% uncomfortable.
I feel like a bit of a jerk for complaining about what I'm going to wear to a memorial service...I think I'm supposed to be more sad than I am. But my great-grandfather was a good man. He did a lot of great things in his life. He lived to be REALLY old, to the point where living any longer just wasn't something I think he really wanted. And he had friends and family taking care of him until the end. He even had his own home to live in. What's there to be sad about?
It's kinda like the same thing as with my great-grandmother. I cried when I was twelve because I thought I was supposed to be sad. But really, there was little reason to be...she lived to be ninety-four, and was pretty much healthy and self-sufficient right up until the end. How is that anything to mourn?
Oh shoot, this was just supposed to be an art post...anyways, I guess what I should really do instead of worrying about feeling sorry for myself is just be there for my mom and grandma.
Operator status: Not bad, considering it's NSO.
Drawing: More TLS comics! Gotta start inking that cover with Bronx, too. Also need to storyboard a Flash animation Reb and I are considering doing for funness.
Writing: Same old, same old
( Peacock! )
( Happy Holidays, Bronx )
Tomorrow is the service, so I need to find out what time we're leaving for Bakersfield and...oh crap, what to wear. I have nothing mourn-y in my closet. The only actual dress I have is really bright and cheerful with lots of flowers and little sparkly things on it. Well dammit, I don't want to frickin' wear some black whatever to a service just to please people I don't even know. My family's the only ones I'll probably be talking to anyway, and...freck, they probably will care how I look. They probably don't want me showing up in jeans. Dammit. Nothing like wearing uncomfortable clothes in an uncomfortable setting surrounded by people who are generally uncomfortable to make your day 100% uncomfortable.
I feel like a bit of a jerk for complaining about what I'm going to wear to a memorial service...I think I'm supposed to be more sad than I am. But my great-grandfather was a good man. He did a lot of great things in his life. He lived to be REALLY old, to the point where living any longer just wasn't something I think he really wanted. And he had friends and family taking care of him until the end. He even had his own home to live in. What's there to be sad about?
It's kinda like the same thing as with my great-grandmother. I cried when I was twelve because I thought I was supposed to be sad. But really, there was little reason to be...she lived to be ninety-four, and was pretty much healthy and self-sufficient right up until the end. How is that anything to mourn?
Oh shoot, this was just supposed to be an art post...anyways, I guess what I should really do instead of worrying about feeling sorry for myself is just be there for my mom and grandma.
Operator status: Not bad, considering it's NSO.
Drawing: More TLS comics! Gotta start inking that cover with Bronx, too. Also need to storyboard a Flash animation Reb and I are considering doing for funness.
Writing: Same old, same old
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