This pretty much encompasses the last… 8 months of job searching. This just happened yesterday, it was a bit ironic, and kind of pathetic. My self-doubt has been kicking my ass lately. Pardon my chicken scratch…this was one in a matter of minutes. Despite the lack of day job, I am working a lot on comics so I keep busy in that sense. I will hopefully update this more often, but we’ll see. Thanks for stoppin’ by.
Listening to… nothing at the moment.
Poor George, he will be missed. Sadly, most of what I knew about him as a kid was from Seinfeld.
This is most certainly not the only time this has happened, but it’s the first time in a while. One time I dreamt of crying blood only to find that morning when I was watching the news there was a statue of Mary crying blood in Sacremento, another time I kept dreaming of a huge tidal wave and while working on my comic I heard on the TV in the background about a huge tidal wave going over some highway. (Maybe I should stop watching TV?)
Apparently there is some malarky that we are all kind of psychic in very small amounts. Maybe this is true, and maybe that’s why this is happening–either way it kind of weirds me out. Just little coincidences I suppose.
And it’s the middle of July, which means 3 MONTHS LEFT. Holy crap. That is all.
Listening to: Dreamline- Rush
Thanks to: http://stepsoversnails.deviantart.com/ for the font!
I went to the city with my mom, my sister, her boyfriend and my boyfriend, for my mom’s birthday. Our first stop off the path was ground zero, which I actually have never seen. Soon after we made our way to Strawberry Fields and the Dakota building. It was absolutely heart wrenching, there were people all around putting down flowers and taking pictures, not to mention singing. The man in the comic was explaining to his wife who John Lennon was and he started singing. The whole moment was really quite surreal and I just kept snapping pictures. Unfortunately I don’t have the cord for my camera so those pictures will be on my camera for a while.
It was beautiful. When we left we had to go to the subway entrance which was right by the Dakota building where John lived and was killed. I had to extend my hand and touch the building as we went down. Damn, that man did such great things, I can only imagine what more he could have done if his life wasn’t ripped away.
