Hiya, folks. I swear, I will have more sketches and things for you lovely people shortly- however, it’s the end of the semester for my program (so tests and projects and papers oh my!), and the holiday season at work (2000 people in the museum- and a coat check the size of a postage stamp), and there was another mouse… that got caught by the trap under MY BED. So I’m not feeling well and not doing well on the whole consciousness thing. I will have updates by the end of the week.
Until then, I want a hug. And maybe some smut.
EDIT: And just caught another mouse. Cue the panic attack. FUCK ME.
This is my personal blog, pretty much- I’m much better with the doodles than the word type thingies. I do have two other blogs for political work and for nsfw and kink work, but this is my main/personal place. I try to keep the whinging to a minimum, I swear.
Ok, so I have my first site visit/student teaching on Tuesday (yes, the government finally got their butt in gear). This means, of course, I AM FREAKING THE EFF OUT. I desperately need to do something that’s non-school related, like draw, but I’m drawing (hurr durr) a blank.
My New York Comic Con experience has been a memorable and fabulous experience in a lot of ways. I’m going to talk about the positives later on, but for now, I have to report something more serious and disgusting. I’m recording it as I remember it with as much detail as…
I’ve personally worked with Diana and her partner Ash and I know there are a lot of you right now at NYCC. PLEASE READ AND SIGNALBOOST.
…normally I don’t do these memes, but Zillabean bonked me on the head for it, so…
1. My great great (great?) uncle oversaw the building and use of the atomic bomb. (sorry about that.)
2. I have had the rare pleasure of holding a Monet and a Seurat in my hands. They are both owned by my first cousin twice removed. (I am related to a lot of people. It would help if I could actually translate that to something useful, but no luck so far.)
3. I have been interviewed by the FBI no less than 4 times, because apparently everyone I know works for the government.
4. I am a genetic anomaly: I am most likely a carrier of the waardenberg syndrome, but unlike my sister, it is dormant in me (my family managed to take a dominant gene and make it recessive- the hell?).
5. I sat on Edgar Allen Poe’s grave during my junior prom.
I feel like I’m slipping. I look back through the art I’ve posted, and I wonder if I hit my peak two years ago, and that everything since then is just getting worse and worse. I hate my art, I hate my lack of originality and my (lack) of coloring skills, and my brain is currently screaming at me that I am in over my head while feeling that I’m becoming quite useless. I’m drawing the same thing over and over… and getting worse for it. I don’t have an original bone in my body, and I’m not sure I ever did.
I’m not searching for sympathy, I swear… I just…I’ll shut up now.
Seriously, between the ever growing pile of shit that DC Comics has become, and the re-emerging of the defense of PAX/Penny Arcade’s toxic atmosphere, I feel like I should never, in real life or online, mention being involved with anything.
Particularly distressing is the attitude with these disturbing incidents is the expectation that I should applaud and accept apologies of those who have offered non-apologies to the messes. And by being skeptical of said apologies, I am the bad person, nevermind that they get five minutes (approximately) of feeling bad about their own assholery, while I get a lifetime of living with this feeling of being the minority. Just because you got a taste of what those of us in the minority feel on a daily basis doesn’t mean when you wipe your hands of the issue and think that it ends at your apology.
Honestly at this point, I think Didio purposely degraded women and turned them out of DC so he could finally kill Dick Grayson like he wanted to in the first place. Which he seems to finally be doing. (No one in DC Comics gets a stable relationship? REALLY? Do you not get the point of character development?)