"I went through all the normal stages of development!"
Mood:

Holding On
Listening to: R.E.M. - Nightswimming
Reading: Ringworld - Larry Niven
Watching: Buffy the Vamp. Slayer
So, really, life has been pretty boring. My attempt to spur my creativity with excersizes ended ignomously after only 2 or 3 days. Then, I finally got the new hard-bound sketch-books I'd ordered, which -did- spur my creativity. Nothing like blank pages in a totally blank book to make you want to inpunge thier purity with marks. How destructivly human of me, eh? But the Ollie fan art and the Shark-maid were right after one another, along with several sketches. (Including one of ~
tea-san's Antimony from Gunnerkrigg Court. A wonderously great comic- if you haven't read it, you really should.) I tried to draw the Silver Surfer, on a suggestion from a friend, but I really only have the vaguest memory of how he looks- and again, only the vaguest idea of how a surfer would look (body position wise) on a board.
We're on the downhill slope now. /me knocks on wood. Three months left 'til we should be 'boots on plane' on the way home. I'm hoping that Isreal holds off on the whole enflaming the entire middle east thing until I'm gone. Because I've got nearly 10 years in, and am less than seven months from being gone. In fact, I'm so nearly gone, what they see now is in all actuality my after-image. 'So HOLD OFF, ye war-mongers! I'm not out yet!' This public service announcement brought to you by me.
PS- Read Narbonic too!
"Egg, Face-hugger, Chest-burster, Queen?"