So, this morning I'm on the way to work and I realize I have no portable carcinogens and no cash for tonight (even during a "free" evening, you're likely to need a dollar or two in your pocket). So, I stop at a gas station and buy p.c. and pull some cash from the ATM, glance at the receipt, toss it away, and drive off.
Four blocks later...the receipt flashes into my mind again.
Balance: $61.17.
A heart attack ensues since I should have twenty-five times that amount in my checking account.
I spent three hours dithering before I did the obvious thing and rechecked my balance, to discover that it was a computer or printer glitch and my money is still mine.
Nothing like starting the day off with a little adrenaline boost, right?
Other than that, the day has been uneventful. I'm eating fruit at the moment, and being careful not to dribble in myself since I don't have time to go home and change before dinner-and-the-theatre time. (But I'm eating strawberries and wearing a red shirt, so even if disaster should ensue, I can probably get away with it.) (Although it's a new shirt and I'd rather not ruin it.)
Tonight will be a Denver Dining Adventure about which I'll be blogging tomorrow. It's been many years since I dined at an establishment so aristocratic it tried to serve me the otherwise unmarketable inside parts of animals under the pretence that they were a delicacy. Not, in fact, since that time in London when, after the server stubbornly refused to be any more specific about the ingredients of a dish than, "meat" and I changed my order to the roast beef. Which was like shoe leather and I don't think those cows had any 'mad cow' disease, I think they jumped off of cliffs rather than submit themselves to the ministrations of British so-called "chefs."
I look forward to the opportunity of making rabid-weasel fun of this experience. I have a pencil, a bit of paper, and I've been limbering up my, hey, I might be a food critic eyebrow all week.
Today's lunch, to keep the palate clean, will be a turkey sandwich. (And as many butterscotch candies as I feel like eating because, hey who am I trying to kid with the 'palate' thing?)
There actually is such a place as Walla Walla Washington!
And, to go along with today's DotCom society, there's a Whatcom County, also in Washington.
"Me? I work at a dot.com in Whatcom near Walla Walla."
Could be worse. I could be Ms. Hoppensack from Hackensack.
There's a Viper, KY, but it serves them right.
How would you like to live in Licking County? Especially if your name was Licking, too?
If I lived in Spotsylvania, I'd probably lie about it.
Valley Village strikes me as a bit bland, in spite of the excess of geographic description.
What kind of unfeeling, unloving parent names a child, "Camela"?
Similarly, "Dwain" which is not a name, it's an insult.
What, precisely, is the function 0f a "Mental Hygiene" department in a government?
And if it's located in Denver, I'm pretty sure its named "Denver County [whatever]" and not "Dever County".
I suupose "Blacksheawr" could be a name, and not a typo, but I doubt it. This is the same mailing list that offered "Norcoss, GA" after all.
When I read "Polk" my brain always asks, "vaccine, dance, or inna eye?"
But then, my brain finds putting labels on things very boring. Happily, I brought my walkman today. I think it's time to put it on.
It isn't as though job opportunities do not abound in Denver.
For instance, I could earn up to $15/hour having phone sex.
I found a position that exactly describes what my experience is...and they're offering $10k a year less than I'm making now. Which was not at all encouraging.
An astonishing number of people are offering "management" jobs of one type or another that, when you read the job descriptions, are really just sales positions.
Those companies looking for an "office manager" whose job descriptions include a demand that this person be able to troubleshoot and maintain their networks? Need to get their meds adjusted if they think they're going to hire someone to open the mail, order office supplies, and set up a firewall for $26k.
A university is offering me the chance to organize the lives of its student but teenagers make me tired and I'm not really bossy enough to find the idea tempting.
I could be a meeting planner for a management consulting firm if I knew anything about meetings other than avoiding them and if they were paying more, which I don't and they're not so I don't even know why I bothered to read the ad.
I find it unsettling to see an ad for a funeral director accompanied prominently by the words, "no experience necessary."
I could be a "measuring specialist" but nothing I measure something comes out the same twice, so that's probably not an ideal career path for me.
I'm learning many things. For instance, I'm learning that the appearance of the fifteenth ad from one company, even for different positions, makes me uneasy.
Also? The number of companies I wouldn't work for because their industry bores me or I think they're evil is larger than I'd suspected. Our society seems to require an astonishing number of industries to function, many of which (I suspect) fall into The Hitchhiker's "telephone sanitizer" category.
The internet is creating a larger demand for 24/7 workforce than I would have guessed. An astonishing number of internet-related or internet-enabled industries are beginning to staff an astonishing number of positions to meet demand during a 15-20 (or 24) hour workday.
How desperate would you have to be to be scrolling through your filtered job list and click on a link that says, "several positions available!"
And who do they think they're fooling? Half or more of the "assistant" ads on the site have included in the job descriptions the information that it is the low-paid assistant's job to make sure the high-paid management and executive staff do their jobs. I tell you...this county's economy would collapse without the Admin Assistant.
Be not fooled, gentle readers. As a matter of fact, I do have work to do today. And I've been doing it, which is doubly astonishing. But, having not heard back from Coco, I've decided that it's time to let the job hunt commence in earnest. I've bookmarked 15 jobs. Tonight...the resume.
We had a little blog-free interval there, didn't we? Did you enjoy it?
The weather this past weekend was lovely. Absolutely gorgeous, in fact.
The weekend-related excitement was...pretty much nonexistent. I did, in fact, almost nothing. All weekend.
It's hard to be on a diet, be Frugal, and conserve gas, all at the same time. I mean, it's hard to do those things and find a reason to leave the house. It's kind of boring.
Maybe because I don't have a class coming up this week, but I also found myself much less enthralled by the whole drawing thing. (Possibly, after such a non-eventful weekend, I was just burned out from spending too many hours on it.)
This weekend's grand total: 2 cat heads, 1 stoneware bucket, a shoe (patent-leather), and some hair (harder than you might think). I don't know where the cat sketches are coming from. I've probably done more cats than any other single subject. It's just because they're easy, I guess. (The heads, anyhow.)
There were also a few hours spent experimenting with pen-and-ink in the, you know, ink-already-in-the-pen sense, not the dipping sense. It has been generally agreed at my house that the idea of me turned loose upon the world (and our carpet) with a bottle of indelible ink is....not just a recipe for disaster. It's an invitation to disaster. Hence the purchase of tidy, modern pens with the ink safely inside, and in a variety of nib sizes.
I did some rocks with low-to-moderate success. Two trees, then two tree trunks, with a noticeable lack of success. I experimented mostly with the pen-pens. The brush pens should, I suspect, be treated as an entirely new medium.
I thought that now I'm getting the hang of tone and shading with pencil, I should branch out and learn a bit more about line. The next Drawing Class, the one that starts early in November, offers significant emphasis on both line and composition, two areas I'm very weak in, but a little advanced prep never hurts. Especially since it (the class) focuses on pencil and not pen-and-ink.
I found a book that looks like it would teach me what I need to know, but Frugality demands that I allow at least a week to pass before I buy another book. (After figuring that I was averaging one MYSA-AS a day, during the recent buying frenzy, I've tightened the screws on my money card.)
One thing I've figured out about Drawing is that the biggest hurdle comes in Step One, or learning to handle your tools. Once you become comfortable with those, the rest is just a handful of long-existing techniques and a few hours of practice to achieve a certain level of proficiency and to produce recognizable results. I feel certain I will eventually learn to manage these. Especially after I buy the book. Heh. (I think the only thing I've ever found myself unable to learn from a book is writing, where the more I read about how to do it, the less I was able to do it.)
I've been pondering asking the R.C. to get me a small light box for my birthday, but I'm not sure it would suit my needs.
All of the books and my current instructor talk again and again about how the best way to learn is by taking a copy of something done by a 'Master' and tracing it until you get a feel for the lines. Of course, I could lay my art books down, put tracing paper over the images, and trace that way, but I do hate to damage a $70 book that way. OTOH, if it's a $70 book that I never look at, maybe it would be okay? I really can't decide.
It seemed to me that there must be some kind of gadget that you could use to reflect a copy of an image onto a piece of paper, but I haven't been able to find one. The best I've found is a crayola one for kids and it only work with slides (and maybe only the ones that come with it).
It's very annoying to want a new toy and find out that no one has invented it yet, don't you think? This is the second time I've searched for something only to discover that no such things exists. (The other one, the Flashy-Board, would be even more useful on a daily basis. Sigh.)
People all across the globe are worried about global warming and our property management company dug up two perfectly good trees over the weekend.
If I do get a job where I'm Working From Home four days a week, can I justify to myself offsetting the savings in gas and pollution by extra shopping on the weekends?
Probably not, huh?
Drawing samples:
Posted by AnneZook at 09:13 AM | Comments (0)Okay, the grouchiness passed. Mostly.
It usually does if I stop and be really rude about someone or something.
For instance, after I finished being rude on that meme earlier, I punished all of my co-workers for not passing the proposed text of a postcard mailing past me before they finalized it. There were, IIRC, six words I let pass without comment or complaint, three of which were the name of the company. The rest of them I objected to for various sound reasons.
At the same time, it's a gray, cool day here in Colorado and I feel strongly that it's going to be a Six Shot Day (espresso shots), and I might need a second trip to Starbucks. Also, that's a good way to kill 15 minutes and I've been digging out old invoices for a while and now I'm bored of that whole project.
I talked, in an earlier post, in a casual way about making sketches to prep for a full landscape. Ever since I typed that, my brain has been split between picturing me dashing off a few charcoal studies with aplomb and a more realistic picture of me struggling and measuring and erasing and getting covered to the elbows in charcoal, ruining half a pad of paper, then finally giving up, finding a photograph online, and sitting down to try and painstakingly recreate it. I'm an "artist" like I'm a "writer" which is to say...not. I'm a copyist. Had McSwain! never written that handful of delightfully absurd XF stories, for instance, I'd never have thought of pairing Grumpy Skinner with Lunatic Mulder and standing back to see the fallout.
What I'm trying to say is that I do not originate things. I acquire them from other sources.
Anyhow. Bored of that subject now.
I just had A Little Moment when the realization that I entirely suck on every level came over me. I gripped the arms of my chair until it passed which it did very soon. Still. Another interval like that one and I'll have to install a seatbelt.
It's the Impending Unemployment. It's been starting to get to me this week.
I had two Interludes and a Moment yesterday, all of which I muscled through and none of which I enjoyed. At the moment I'm e-mailing with the R.C. about how strictly I'm going to stay on my diet this week with one hand while I'm stuffing junk food into my mouth with the other hand and I'm well aware that there's a bit of Clause Confusion going on in this sentence but it's hard to do grammar with one hand and I'm afraid if I stop eating I'll do something worse.
Since I didn't bring my charcoal or sketchpad (and since there are men currently jackhammering into rubble the side of the building I wanted to sketch), I guess I'll try the application of a turkey sandwich to my mood and see if that helps.
I sure wish I could figure out if Starbucks nutrition information on their sandwiches includes the calories and fat in the separately packaged dressing or not. (The Turkey and Harvarti with cucumbers is really delicious without any dressing at all but I do wonder, because of the fat calories on the label. Am I eliminating that 5 grams of saturated fat by not eating the mayonnaise?) (Not that it's that important, I guess, considering that I only eat half of it at a time anyhow.)
And then, Buehler's I-Dog arrived and I had to spend 40 minutes unpacking it and getting it up and running, and now I'm more cheerful.
I keep wondering...is this derived from, "me, me, me" or something?
(From Ari, who is not responsible for what I did with it.)
Also? I do not usually put things behing "cuts" so that my blog will look tidy. I have no particular interest in visual tidiness. However, I'm putting the quiz behind one this time because it seems you're supposed to consider the character list and then be surprised by the questions or something.
The Rules First, write down the names of 12 characters. Then read and answer the questions. You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut) until you write down the 12 characters you're going to use.
1 Alex Krycek
2 Fox Mulder
3 Walter Skinner
4 Mac Ramsey
5 Victor Mansfield
6 Jim Ellison
7 Ray Kowalski
8 Blair Sandburg
9 Benton Fraser
10 Methos
11 Eclipse
12 Ruichi Sakuma
You know what's annoying? What's annoying is when the office phone rings at 8:01 a.m. Possibly an Actual Receptionist wouldn't mind that sort of thing but I do.
It doesn't make it better if it's a co-worker, either. Hmph. I'm the only person who shows up around here before 9:30 or 10:00. They're going to be sad when I'm gone. Not the least because the Tweenybopper, hired to be our receptionist, flat refuses to answer the phones.
I'll be sad when I'm gone, too, but I'd be less sad if I were going, going, gone right into a new job.
Coco! Why don't you call me? Please hire me and save me from the dark despair of months and months of job searching and rejection!
I have an Actual Work Project to do today. It's in the nature of a tedious one, trying to find all the invoices we've sent to one client since we started working with them three or four years ago, but at least it's a Thing To Do. to the best of my knowledge, no one has filed anything around here for at least a year, and Buehler has the charming habit of never keeping copies of anything, both of which will add to the excitement.
Yesterday's Big Excitement was printing 61 pages of mailing labels that Buehler said he desperately needed but that I'm not sure what to do with.
And I never should have played that stupid MYSA-AS game becaue now those characters have taken possession of my brain and there's no point in that. Real Fandom Guys should be living there!
Ooo! Ooo! And last night's Big Excitement was class!
Except that it wasn't, particularly. Exciting, I mean. I don't know why, but it really just wasn't this week.
Maybe because we were doing perspective, a thing that not only I but the other two students seemed reasonably familiar with already? Maybe because copying a sketch done by a previous student of hers, and one where they just stuck in trees to cover the trickier parts of perspective they'd ignored didn't thrill me?
Maybe because even if we do live in Colorado, I still think we should all learn to handle the horizon without sticking mountains into it? (Maybe because everyone else's sketches were so superior to mine. Sour grapes on a Thursday!)
Assignments for next week's class (which I will not be attending) include drawing our feet, looking down at them. Drawing stairs, looking up at them. Drawing an outdoor view of a door, hopefully with a bush or two and maybe a stair to fill out the view. (And I'm thinking...okay, if you want to teach us perspective, maybe we should have started with one door, or looking down at the floor, before we tackled an entire landscape?)
Maybe I'm just grouchy?
The only one of next week's assignments I'll probably do, is an outdoor perspective landscape from life. (The first time she's stipulated that we work from life. She got very sniffy when two of us admitted to working from photographs and gave half a very confused explanation of why photographs can be used for reference or inspiration but not as source material. I was curious but I never did figure out the 'why' of it.)
I can tell she's dying to have us all do downtown Denver, with the mountains in the background, based on the number of times she mentioned it. I don't intend to choose that scene. Nor am I going to do City Center Park. I can see why many artists do, it's a nice composition with some strong, focusing shapes, but I'm going to ignore her hints on that as well. (It's nice to be doing a class for fun and not for credit. You can blow off anything you're not interested in.)
Maybe I'm just aggravated because last night is really the first night that I didn't feel I actually learned anything from the class. And I discovered that they're going to work on figure drawing next week, the class I'm going to miss. Which annoys me because that's something I really, really need.
Anyhow. I do need to think about this and pick a view of something that has strong perspective. Me being me, and not being that talented, I'm going to need a lot of practice before I can produce anything resembling a finished drawing. (I could, of course, do the view looking down Broadway. It is, at least, a view that's constantly available to me for reference.)
Maybe I should eat my breakfast and go get some coffee.
(Dammit. Back from coffee...Buehler is here and I left this file open on my desktop.)
Update:
Breakfast: Eaten
Coffee: Procured
Work: Boring
Question time, class.
I originally started this whole blogging thing because, a) I was out of work and had time on my hands, and b) I thought it would work as a writing exercise, getting me back into the habit of writing regularly.
Well, it's been over three years and while I've blogged several hundred thousand words worth of nonsense, I'm not sure it's working as a writing exercise. I'm thinking...maybe I need to stop letting myself just do a brain-dump every day. Maybe I need to shut off the computer, drag out the writing books, and do proper "writing exercises" or something. And start, you know, re-reading and editing stuff. 98% of the time I don't even spell-check blog entries (and I'm sure it shows).
At some point I have to figure out if I'm ever going to write again. And if I am going to, or if I want to, what the best path is to get me writing again.
I mean...writing writing, you know? I type incessantly. Sometimes I start a new blog entry ten seconds after finishing the last one. But it's not writing, is it?
Also? Why have I had 700+ "unique" visitors so far this month? As far as that goes, why do I get hundreds and hundreds of "unique" visitors every month? Who are these people who don't even know me and how are they unlucky enough to find themselves here?
Are any of you in fandom, do/did any of you write, and are you on LJ yourselves? And do you feel that the time and energy you spend chatting or writing entries in LJ sucks away creativity you might have spent writing stories?
Do you find yourself coming up with story ideas, sharing them on-line, giggling over them with friends and discussing what might happen in the story, and then moving on to something new without writing the story itself?
Sometimes I picture you, sitting there, shaking your head, and wondering if I've ever been known to shut up. (No, I really haven't.)
Sometimes I also picture you wishing I'd go back to politiblogging, so you didn't have to pretend to be reading my daily outpouring of nothingness. I have to say, I'm pretty entirely off politics by now. I have a new obsession or two and nothing's colder than the ashes of yesterday's love, you know?
So. Having been offered (free) tickets to see this year's Hottest Traveling Broadway Show, Wicked, I'm going to have to miss next week's drawing class.
Seems a pity that there were only 5 classes anyhow and I'm going to miss 20%. It wasn't an easy decision. The whole plot of Wicked has sort of failed to enthuse me, no matter how much I've heard about it, and I've really been enjoying my classes.
OTOH, if someone had told me years ago that my All-Time Favorite Broadway play would be a musical based on Victor Hugo's Les Miserables, I'd have thought they were crazy, so it just goes to show that you never know. Anyhow. A Night Out, dinner and the theatre, is always fun.
Yep. This week and next week are my last drawing classes.
Relieved, aren't you? I imagine you are, so I'll wait a while to mention that I'm thinking of signing up for another one that starts October 5. Heh. (Different instructor, different focus. Should be fun!)
Today's Scheduled Meeting left a voicemail for me that she can't do it today, leaving me with rather more free time that I'd expected. I think I'll use some of that time right now to go get coffee.
I'll try to be more scintillating when I get back.
(long silence....)
Sigh. Okay, scintillation did not happen. Nor did the BEHM.
So, have I done anything I can talk about since yesterday? Well...no. Not really. I watched the season premier of Navy NCIS last night and was bored. I'm not often bored watching that show, but I was last night.
Drawing-wise, last night I completed my "room, interior" scene. Turns out I didn't have to redraw the entire couch. I just made the legs longer and pretended I didn't notice that it's still not quite...quite. And I worked on the lighting. The picture I was working from had an interesting lighting effect. A streak of sunlight blaring across the center of the page like you sometimes get when the sun is full-on a window. I tried to duplicate that, with limited success.
Then I did a kitchen sink. I didn't do the entire picture, as assigned. I ran out of time and energy before I got around to filling in the scene outside the window or the requested dishes.
This instructor sometimes gives rather fuzzy assignments. I mean...for what purpose a kitchen sink/counter/window scene? Is it supposed to be a study in perspective? An exercise in tone? An example of modeling for different substances? Does she care?
If it's just a test to see which of us will spring forth, revealing unexpected artistic depths, I'm in trouble.
I know that the other two will show up with pages thickly crusted with charcoal, and at least one of them will have ten textures and the other will display a nicely composed and convincing kitchen scene...and there I'll be with my nicely shaded sink, out-of-proportion faucets (I nearly forgot them), unconvincing cabinets, and empty, unfinished counter and window. All white paper.
Drawing instructors hate white paper. They always want you to fill the entire page. Bah.
If I have the opportunity to hang around here after work today, I'm going to bring my drawing stuff up, spread it out in the conference room, and try to do a more convincing sketch. Maybe something rougher, in charcoal, but with a better composition. (Composition is a real weak spot of mine.)
Or I could do more fabric. I need a lot more practice there. I had thought of going back to my original Fruit Bowl, erasing the poor attempt at drapery, and redoing it with my Burgeoning New Expertise but if I do that, no one will be able to tell how much I've learned in a week! So I'm leaving the crummy and embarrassing fabric there.
Posted by AnneZook at 08:54 AM | Comments (0)Drawing. Fandom. MYSA-AS.
We should have known it would happen.
This entry goes on and on and on. Just assume I, once again, didn't have enough to do at work today.
Last night, on the way home from work, I heard a song (not telling you which one) on the radio that has always struck me as the perfect structure to build an XF story around. I've always meant to write that story. Maybe I will some day. I was pondering the rhythm the story would need, in order to match the song, and it could be done. (Note: This is not in any way meant to suggest that this would be song-fic, a thing which would be unthinkable in any decent society.)
And I got a feedback e-mail from someone today (someone read something of mine?) pointing out that a piece I posted as a story fragment "feels unfinished." I don't know how to answer that. You know. It's a fragment. Labeled as such.
So, I was thinking about fandom today, a thing I don't often think about any more. For instance, on the way to work, I had this entire plot for a MYSA-AS story just pop into my head.
No, I'm not becoming delusional on the strength of two art classes and one successful rendering of a tea-towel. The story popped into my head, not the drawings. Stories not infrequently pop into my head. Had I not lost the knack of translating them from brain waves into text, I'd still be writing.
Anyhow. I may go ahead and plot this story out on paper. That's the really fun part of writing anyhow, for those of us who can't produce Finished Text. (I really enjoyed the SEN during the Plotting Stage. It was during the Writing Process that I flamed out.)
And it would be a New Thing to experiment with, always an attraction for me.
One of the books I have talks about how your graphic story won't be successful unless you start by visualizing it. You have to design the pictures first, then find the words to fit.
As someone who "hears" stories (okay, mostly dialogue) and struggles to get enough visual detail into them to tell the reader what's going on, I naturally find this approach entirely alien. When I think about it, I get this big gray cloud covering my brain, and I can't penetrate it to figure out the process.
That would be the fun of it, don't you think? It would be an adventure to "plot" out an entire story purely in descriptions of setting and character expressions. I mean, naturally one would hope to avoid the excesses apparent in so many MYSA-AS stories, with characters spurting blood from every pore to indicate violent emotions or morphing into animals...but then you'd have to find another way to express that, wouldn't you?
The imagery would have to be expressive enough to convey both subtlety and passion. You have to use a kind of graphic shorthand to avoid drawing fifteen pictures for every scene (and thus draining each scene of any potential emotional impact) and yet if you want to avoid some of the more common conventions already in use, you'd have to develop your own system and it would have to be something immediately comprehensible to the reader/viewer.
It's an interesting problem.
You'd want it to be s*xy, if you were me and primarily a slash person. That's an area in which pictures have an advantage over text. I could (well, one could, because I couldn't) convey in a picture a nuance of expression or reaction that it would take an entire page to describe in text.
And you'd want to make them cry, because a level of emotionality can work in pictures that could never work (if you were me) in text. Besides...I like the idea of a pretty guy having his tears kissed away by another pretty guy.
And a serial! I've always wanted to write a traditional serial-style story, with periodic cliffhangers and stuff.
Lordy. I could write h/c, if I could use pictures and didn't have to find words to make it sound sensible! What fun!
Ahem. Pictures.
I pondered this once before (but I can't remember if I actually blogged it or not and in any case even my egotism stops short of expecting you to remember every casual world I post) and I've kind of had it in the back of my mind.
Let's say...nine chapters. Because you don't want to rush through it too fast and you need some time for character development but you're only doing it as an exercise so there's no point in planning out twelve books or anything, right?
...long pause....
Okay, I did some experimenting. You need at least three arcs to each installment. More complicated arcs will require five. That's sparse, but it's not like I can actually draw this stuff anyhow, so let's plan a minimalist approach. Each arc requires 30-50 drawings. Again, that's a minimalist approach and presupposes you're planning to sketch some transitional graphics on the fly. Split the difference and say 4 arcs, an average of 40 graphics per arc.
Whassat? 9 x 4 x 40 = Wow. 1,440 pictures. Minimum.
A) That's a lot of pictures.
B) No wonder it seems like sometimes those novelists are reusing graphics. I would, too. (I wonder how they do that? Do they have to trace and re-draw the details, or is there some way to transfer the entire drawing? Or is this why they're all using computer graphics these days, so that they can cut-and-paste? Not that I mind...because otherwise we'd all be waiting two years between installments, wouldn't we? And then the artists would have nervous breakdowns because they'd realize that their drawing style had changed so much in four years that by the fourth book, the characters are unrecognizable as the ones in the first book. Not to mention the burn-out factor of people deciding they're tired of a story long before the decade required to produce it has passed.)
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. Plotting on paper. Done.
I created nine primary characters (well, the Two Primary Characters and the major supporting social network for each of them). Gave each Main Guy a job, a hobby, a past, a family, and an interest they'll discover they share. Thought of 9 chapters, structuring them around the pattern of one guy's job.
Briefly roughed in the framework and outlined the development of the romantic storyline through the 9 chapters. Wrote a brief outline of the frame-by-frame development of the first three chapters (the first "book"). (I decided that there need to be at least three chapters in each "book," which will produce three "books" for this story.)
Came up with a title that lends itself to being used as a "theme" so there are related titles for each chapter that also suggest the development of the story overall.
I thought that would take longer, but I guess killing one slow work day is worth it. (More seriously, some of this was in the back of my mind already, from the previous time I was wondering what it took to put one of these together. So all I had to do was key some of it in.) Of course, I need to design the physical world, create a few more transitional and supporting characters, and flesh out what's turning out to be a pretty skimpy storyline. (But since when aren't my storylines skimpy?)
Still. I learned a lot and brought up an entirely new list of questions for myself.
#1 - 3 arcs to a chapter, 3 chapters to a book is pretty skimpy. 5 arcs to a chapter, 3 chapters to a book is probably a more realistic minimum. The 3/3 combination is perilously minimalist PWP territory since it proved to be almost impossible to get more than the barest amount of character development into it.
#2 - Visualizing a story is hard. Things that made sense as one static scene when I thought of them proved, when I tried to describe the picture, to require 3 or four pictures to adequately convey.
#3 - POV is much less critical than in text. You can hop into some minor character's head for a graphic or two, and then leave him callously in the dust, never to be heard from again. A technique that would be jarring and awkward in prose works beautifully in pictures. Sadly, POV isn't a thing I have problems with, so this doesn't smooth over any particular weakness of my own.
#4 - Setting, a thing I normally ignore in a store unless I find it necessary to describe Mulder's rubber waders or Skinner's birthday present, is critical. You do, in fact, have to be able to "see" a story in process in order to plot a graphic story. Something that was already a weakness in my prose turns into a crippling limitation in a graphic story.
#5 - Creating what look like cliffhangers is easy. Knowing if they're going to work or not is impossible until you backfill the preceding scenes.
#6 - Thinking up original characters is easy. Making them three-dimensional, with distinct personalities, likes, dislikes, weaknesses, and strengths, primarily through the use of graphics is a whole, new problem.
And there are stylistic questions. Should the Dark-and-Brooding hero be blond with a sweet face, or be, in fact, dark and ostentatiously brooding?
Should there be a Hopeless Romantic, and should it be Mr. Sweetface, or Mr. Squarejaw, just to throw a curve at the reader?
Who's going to be softhearted and does either of them have a streak of ruthless efficiency? What makes A pout and why did B get his hair cut? Are they going to be competitive with each other, and if so, over what? Who gets his feeling hurt first and how does he deal with it? Which one is the emotional risk-taker and which one would take out an insurance policy before walking across the street?
#7 - Where the hell did that cat come from?
I may have to finish outlining the story just to figure these things out.
Bottom line? Writing a story is writing a story, regardless of framework. Consistent characterization, balancing a "romantic" storyline with an "action" storyline, keeping the story moving fast enough to keep the reader engaged without moving at warp speed and skipping critical development steps, and building to a satisfying resolution of all story lines within a (relatively) short section of the overall work...all of these things have to be resolved.
And you get to add the problem of having to be able to draw. Boggles the mind.
Anyhow. So much for that experiment.
I fell in love with my two guys while I was playing with this. Sadly, I was just playing and they're never going to get together. (And I gave them names and everything! One of them even had a Japanese name, and Japanese origins, in honor of the MYSA-AS roots of this inquiry! He wasn't Japanese...even in my imagination I stopped short of pretending I was going to research an entirely unfamiliar culture, but still.)
Admit it. You'll be really, really glad when I get a job where I have work to do during the day, won't you?
This morning's 7:30 phone meeting was nowhere to be found when I called her. I'd like to complain, but since all I did by way of preparation was roll out of bed and boot up the laptop, I wasn't really that inconvenienced. Still. It's rude to stand someone up.
Now I'm working on Blister-Pak's weekly status report. My stuff is fine but, as usual, the ones that Bossyboots is supposed to be handling haven't moved since last week. Dork.
Apparently our power was out (at home) last night. At least, that's what the R.C. is telling me, via e-mail. Me, I'm not exactly a rocket scientist first thing in the morning (well, ever) but the two clocks I rely on are both on batteries so it's not like the power having been out would affect me. And so many of our appliances are so much smarter than we are any more...the computers, television, DVD box, and cable box all take care of themselves. We have to reset the clock on the stove and (if we're feeling energetic) the clock on the microwave.
Looks like I'll be having another Unpaid Day this week. Probably Friday. Sigh. I do wish Coco would call and say they're ready to take me on. I sure am tired of living with a 20% pay cut. And I'm tired of having nothing to do all day. (Well, okay, I chat with y'all and if no one is watching, I practice my drawing or play computer games or send personal e-mails, but it's a slow life.)
I think it's time and past time that I stopped just loitering around, waiting for her to provide me with a job. I'll have to start hunting down the Want Ad Trail. This realization if largely responsible for my current blahs mood.
Also, the knowledge that if I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to have to break down and do some of the tedious things I've been ignoring. (Real Work sometimes disappears, but the annoyingly tedious things never seem to.)
More soon....
Posted by AnneZook at 09:20 AM | Comments (0)I know, I know. I'm at work. I promise, I'm working. I've done quite a number of things today.
So. In other weekend news, the R.C. had a date, which is the first for either of us for quite some time, so hooray for her!
Me? I had a Bathroom Flood and wound up scrubbing the heck out of my bathroom floor for two hours on Saturday morning. Bah.
New clothes! I mentioned that I bought five shirts on Saturday, but I didn't wax rhapsodic about them.
Well, okay, they're not that amazing, but it's nice to think that after I get my laundry done I'll finally have enough shirts to wear. (I fear I shopped unwisely at that at least two of them are going to need to be ironed after washing, but we'll hope for the best.)
I don't know why three of my other ones shrank in the wash last time, it's not like I haven't washed them before, but they did and now they don't quite button around my anatomy. I wish I knew someone I could give them to. They're hardly worn at all and it seems a shame. Ah well...I can Goodwill them.
I hate that, you know. I have to buy shirts in "large" to get them around my chest comfortably, even though I wear a medium or small on the bottom. That means my shirt look sloppy because they're always too big across the shoulders. (Of course, on the positive side, when I ballooned up in the last few years, the size of my chest helped balance the size of my butt to a large extent. If I'd been, for instance, an 'A' cup, I'd have looked like a plum balanced on a cantaloupe, which is just ridiculous.) (And if I keep visiting the Whole Foods Pastry department every 48 hours, I may again be grateful for the excess of my anatomy.)
Still. Shirts. Lavender, red, and black, all long-sleeved and all "weskit" style, which means they have darts (an almost unseen thing any more) and ride just at the top of my hips, which is a nice-looking length for the office. And two more, black and purple, designed to be worn under a jacket. I never wear a jacket but I fell in love with this shirt (hence buying it in two colors) so I'll have to look for one (a jacket).
I also need to dig through my cedar chest for those sweaters I splurged on last fall. Right after I bought them, of course, I started Flashing, but I have hopes that now I'm Thoroughly Medicated, at least some of them will be light enough to wear. Those also, if I remember correctly, largely featured black, white, and purple. One was gray and pink, too. They were all fabulous, anyhow, and I'm bitter that I never got to wear them. What ever happened to cold weather in winter? And, with central heating, if you go inside at any time, it's 80 degrees no matter what the temperature is outside.
The Mood Swings, I'm happy to report, are almost completely under control these days. I still have Psychotic Interludes, but they generally last about fifteen seconds and I'm learning to spot the onset and clamp down on myself. I have longer Bouts of Bitterness, but those aren't dangerous. There's a lot of mumbling, but that's about it.
Pondering the coming unemployment situation, I find myself behaving like Kathering Hepburn in Desk Set. I keep looking at things on and around my desk and mentally labeling them, "mine, mine, mine (possibly), and wondering how I'm going to get them home and what to do with them once I get them there.
Yes, the R.C. and I have finally firmly settled that we need to move to a place with more space. Now all I have to do is find such a space in a part of town we'd like to live in, and then convince them to find a until opening up next May and promise it to us. (Yeah, we could move before then, but we already have to pay rent and a deposit on the new place, plus hire someone to move us, so why go to the expense of paying an extra month's rent where we are, which is what it will cost us to break the lease? Especially if I'm unemployed in the meantime, you know?)
Three bedrooms, at a minimum, and two bathrooms. In my wildest fantasies, I dream about finding a townhouse for rent, one of those with two or three levels and a bedroom and some storage in the basement. Sigh. I lust after space.
And what about Escapade? I hadn't thought of that! A long stint of unemployment will make my annual indulgence in Escapade impossible. They might not miss me but I'd certainly miss them!
(Just think. If I'd remembered to buy the R.C. that lottery ticket for her birthday, we might even now be splitting $80,000,000!)
(Of course, if I buy one today, we could be splitting $108,000,000 by Thursday morning.) Tens of millions of dollars would buy us a lot of space. And stuff.)
I thought of it this morning. If we'd ever hired an [insert: "overtly religious" to replace defamatory phrase] type, I could have named him C. L. Eric. (I thought of it because some weirdo who parks in our lot bought those letters, like you use to put your address on your house, and labeled his car, "Eric.")
I have a leaf. I picked it up out of the parking lot. It has a nice shape and some nice veining. If it's not dead by tonight, I'll draw it.
There were some other leaves down there, but this was the prettiest so it's the only one I picked up.
It must be sad to be the ugly leaf.
My work e-mail has taken to goobering out and spitting 400+ old messages back in my face a couple of times a week. I must remember to tell the R.C. that we'll have to stop using work e-mail to chat during the day. It's a little appalling to see the sheer volume of personal messages that they're storing on the server, you know? And sometimes I'm rude about work, or about how I'm not working.
Fortunately, this document is password-protected. As long as Word doesn't crash on me (triggering the system's automatic "tmp" file back-up), they can see it's here, but they can't read it.
Okay, so much for this morning's random thoughts. How about the weekend?
Well, it was gorgeous. Boy, am I ever loving these cooler temperatures.
Unfortunately, it wasn't that successful, diet-wise. Who knew, when they said they were opening a "Whole Foods" across the street from my house that what sounds like a whole-grain, organic tofu kind of store would also feature a lavish pastry department and a showcase of gourmet chocolate? Normally I do a weigh-in on a Monday morning, but I was afraid to today.
Shopping-wise...well, Frugality was a tad more successful. Granted, I spent $100+ on new blouses, but I desperately needed them and if I'm going to be back on the job-hunting parade, I need something decent to do interviews in.
Other than that splurge, I was pretty well-behaved. I got two books off the Barnes & Noble bargain table on Saturday. One drawing, and one called, "Karma 101" which I wanted desperately the moment I saw it.
Sunday I spent about $8 at the drugstore, which would have made it a very Frugal day had we not swung by Whole Foods on the way back home. ($37. Junk food.)
And, speaking of job interviews (which I did mention in passing, a few paragraphs ago), no, I haven't heard back from Coco yet. A quick scan of the job sites proves, once again, that I should have gone in for accounting or done the training to be a legal secretary. There are always a lot of jobs for those two fields.
I did have one offer from a business associate, to put me in touch with a recruiter looking for office managers for healthcare offices. I don't feel it's something I'm qualified to do (or would like) and I'm not sure if the money is there, but I may get that desperate.
Every time this happens any more, I have the same thoughts. Is this going to be the time? Is this going to be when prospective employers take a look at me and decide I'm too old and not skilled enough in specialty fields, and that they can hire some 18 year-old and train them for half the money? (And I'm having my usual panic. I need to learn macros! I need a certificate, proving I can use PowerPoint! I need to take an accounting class! I need skills!)
To distract myself from these depressing thoughts, I'll talk about drawing for a while. If you don't mind. (And even if you do.)*
So, this weekend I had a minor triumph in the matter of Drapery. In fact, I drew a Highly Successful Tea Towel. Highly successful.
Having accepted that I have at least two drawings 'due' on Wednesday that require drapery and realizing that my complete inability to render a piece of cloth convincingly was going to be something of a handicap, I pulled out one of my drawing books and put in several hours of solid practice yesterday. In fact, I put in about eight hours of practice.
(Writing was a lot easier...at least until I became aware of my own deficiencies in that arena. When you're drawing, it's a lot more difficult to overlook your own inadequacies. They stare you in the face rather more blatantly.)
Encouraged by the Successful Tea Towel, I drew two sections of curtain, a jacket (of limited success), an unconvincing striped shirt, and a Random Pile O'Cloth (known as "inert folds" and very complicated). I am not yet ready to spring forth upon the world as a Master Fabric Illustrator, no, but it's a nice feeling anyhow, to have done something right.
The weekend also included a Very Interesting Experiment with pastels, three versions of a very, very poor still life, a lot of 3d shapes, just for practice, and a promising, although not really 'artistic' start on a room interior where, yes, I got the perspective right (and I did it without a ruler, thankyouverymuch) but then the scale of the furniture wound up off by about 40%. A couch that should fill about 10% of the page came out looking like doll-house furniture. Sadly, I starting shading it in before I realized it, so it's going to be ugly to erase. (Having already drawn two huge bookcases full of books, I don't feel inclined to start over. I spent a lot of Friday on that thing.) That's going to be tonight's assignment.
To figure out how to expand that couch by at least 50% without creating a gross mess in the middle of my drawing.
This, which I think of as "scale," is a big problem for me. ( Like when I was drawing people and the heads were either tiny or humongous.) I know it's a matter of practice, but I can't practice any more hours a day than I do. I'm already spending 80% of my free time on it, which is a lot more than I'd anticipated or expected when I signed up for the class. (It's just that...I'm so obsessive. I can't just dabble with things, noooo. If I find them interesting, I have to dive in head-first.)
There's a technique in the perspective book, where it talks about using a grid to size things accurately. I need to practice that. I have transparencies. All I need to do is to print a grid onto one. Presumably practice will help make the grid less necessary.
As I was telling the R.C. yesterday, I'm learning a lot, but I'm not certain I can say the instructor is actually teaching me a great deal. When I couldn't get "tone" or "modeling" right, I went to one of my books and learned from it. When I needed to do drapery, I used a book. For perspective (which she's saying we'll be learning this week), I got my lessoning from a book this past summer. Of course, the class is the impetus for me learning all of this so quickly, so I'm not saying that it's a waste of time. Far from it. I'm enjoying the class enormously.
I'm just saying. If you want to learn something, buy a book.
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* This week, you will be glad to know, will be Class Three of the five classes. If you can live through this and two more weeks, I should shut up about this topic.
And (this should excite you) the next class doesn't start until November! Heh.
If I become unemployed, you may long for the days I was burbling about drawing instead of sobbing over job searching.
It's 9:45 and I'm just getting started on today's blog entry! For me, that's a busy, busy day.
I spent some time browsing Amazon this morning (I didn't say "busy with work") while I drank my first cup of coffee but I'm proud to say I resisted pushing the "buy" button. I have as many drawing books as I really need at the moment and I haven't finishing playing working with all of them yet, so I don't really know what I'm going to need next.
Please note: Last night was Class Night, okay? The only thing I've done since the last time I blogged is go to class. So that's all I'm talking about in this entry. (Later note: There was a brief mention of laundry. Other than that, just drawing.)
You. Have. Been. Warned.
After I went out and browsed Meininger's yesterday, and spent $[cough] on pens (in the end, I forgot to call the Instructor, so I elected to go with "brush pens" instead of brushes and ink-inna-bottle) and a couple of other things, the instructor announced in class last night that we might not even get to ink!
I found that a trifle aggravating. If a class is advertised as "mixed media" and pen-and-ink is featured prominently, I think we should do pen-and-ink. (OTOH, she also said that brushes and ink-inna-bottle would be required if we did get that far and I have no intention of investing in those, since I understand it's a technique that takes, even with constant practice, at least a couple of years to become even competent in.) (And I know me. The first thing I'll do is spill indelible ink all over myself and everything within a ten-foot radius.)
Also, last night I failed not only to produce a masterpiece but even a decent representation of anything. In fact, I went so far as to fail at writing the word "cube" above a representation of a "cube." My handwriting, it seems does not pass muster. (She wanted "lettering." No one told me there would be "lettering" required. I have not practiced "lettering" and I object to having it sprung on me like that.)
Oh, I did fine at what the Instructor calls "value" and what I call "tone" and what is actually just using shading to create a 3-d effect. Few drawing "techniques" could possibly be simpler than that, though.
And the class was pleased to approve of my still-life-with-bottles in spite of Craft Teacher having brought in an Actual Drawing, complete with drapery and background, that made mine look like a rough layout.
(It would appear that Budding Artist failed to complete even one of the assignments. Either that, or she's a shill, introduced to round out the class numbers, and she found herself unable to produce anything convincingly amateurish. Could be...the stuff she does in class is very well-constructed and very polished for someone who claims to have never taken a class.)
Craft Teacher completed not one, but two 18x24 landscapes, making my own 9x12 effort, again, look pretty sad in comparison. She doesn't share my problem with getting color on the page. My charcoal or pencil strokes are always light, almost tentative. CT lays down charcoal as though her family got rich on selling the stuff.
It should be said that my own landscape came in for a measure of praise. In particular, the foreground of waving cattails was approved. But, again, I take that with a grain of salt. Or two. We all need to work a bit harder at the "helpful suggestions" part of being "critical."
And then, after wasting an hour on that and shading, we moved on to colored charcoal or "pastels." We all obediently purchased the brand recommended by the Instructor and boy was that a mistake. That was the softest, messiest stuff I've ever worked with in my life. I had piles of charcoal on my page. (My paper stubborn refused to grab onto 90% of what I laid down, even with 'blending'.)
Also? Presumably there was some "artistic" reason why we created a fantasy world sky with a science fiction ground and horror movie trees, but I'm a bit fuzzy on what it might have been. I appeared to be the only one among us who found it weird or noteworthy, though. Maybe it's because I lack "artistry" or because when I think of drawing, I think of more reality-based things, but that, and the fact that I'm the only non-fan of "abstracts" in the class, fills me with a bit of fear.
Actually I have about eight drawings to do for next week. Maybe nine. The Instructor appears to think these are taking us about five minutes each whereas for the beginner without skills, namely me, each assignment requires three hours of practicing before I can even think of trying to produce something I'd show someone.
I mean, if she'd assigned producing a set of "value" drawings as homework, okay. I could have done those while watching television and eating bonbons.
But noooo. I have landscapes, large and small, in colored pastels. (Fortunately I bought a second set of pastels, medium instead of soft. I'll experiment with those.) Still lifes, large and small. At least one abstract. Four drawings to create from a sheet of practice lines that we did last week. An interior. And one other drawing that has to include a kitchen sink, for reasons that entirely escape me.
I believe those last two are connected with next week's promise of lessoning on "perspective." I don't fear perspective, having spent at least a month studying the concept this summer. In fact, I feel confident of my ability to produce a reasonably convincing cityscape which, now that I think about it, might be another of our homework assignments. (She sneered at Craft Teacher and myself when we mentioned using a small ruler to lay out horizon and vanishing lines. Well...
Also, for next week's still life, she looked me in the eye and specified drapery underneath the fruit bowl. And then she promised to teach us how to do drapery, but we didn't get to it. Okay, sure, I have a book on the subject, but I hadn't had time to work with it yet!
Fortunately, tomorrow is another Unpaid Day, so I'll have a little extra time. (I mean, not fortunately because I prefer to be paid, but if it helps keep the checks coming in for a couple more weeks, I can live with it for a short time and the time itself will be useful.) (For a lot of things. For instance, if I don't get some laundry done, I'll be going nekkid.)
Boogie over and wish Lynnzo a happy birthday.
I'll wait.
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Today's Mumbling
I'm a teensy bit aggravated that today is her birthday and I won't be home tonight because it's Class Night. We're going to do the celebrating tomorrow. (Personally, I think any time someone gets the gift of An Evening Without Me, that's a celebration in itself.)
Drat. When you want a pen to run out, it never runs out, does it? The ink lasts forever. Isn't that annoying? I have a particular need for an ink pen that's out of ink, and I really need it to be this one, but even though the ink has been hit-or-miss for a week, it never quite runs out.
In the end, I did not complete my Shoe Sketch for tonight's class. I drew one, lonely shoe sitting in the middle of a blank page. And it's not a good shoe.
I wasted far too much time over the last week trying (and failing) to learn to draw deer so that my landscape wouldn't be so static. (Last night I discovered an entirely New Approach To Grasses, but by then it was too late to redo the entire picture.) Sigh.
I have a full-time job and at least three hobbies going simultaneously. I just couldn't find time to complete six decent drawings in one week (she said defensively, already picturing the scorn of the other students who probably finished their assignments in one afternoon since they're both experienced and talented). The blasted Still Life With Bottles took all day Sunday by itself.
And, yes, just I spent a lot of time generally Messing Around With Charcoal. And practicing Hands. I don't know why I've fixated on Hands. It's not like any of the drawing projects that I have in mind are going to require a lot of hands.
I'm becoming aware of some other fallout from the Drawing Obsession, too. For instance, today in line at Starbucks, I realized that I was staring at the butts of everyone in the place. And that I'd been doing so without pause for ten minutes. The way people's clothes fit is very important and the "fall" of the fabric, or the drape around the body is critical to creating a 3-D effect. It also tells you a lot about the body underneath...whether it's toned or not, heavy or slender, etc. With so many people wearing nothing but tee-shirts today, it's harder to figure out how to draw the top half of a clothed figure, but you can figure out from the waist down by studying how people's pants fit.
If you don't get arrested first. The ninety seconds I spent studying that cop's (rather nice) butt could have caused me problems and I rather doubt that that slightly heavy young woman three people ahead of me in line appreciated my attention.
When I started this hobby, I promised myself I wouldn't bore y'all incessantly in the blog about it, but I guess that little promise is thoroughly broken.
So...what else is new today?
We have the weekly conference call with Blister-Pak in 20 minutes, to explain to him why 15 doctors and nurses haven't been able to drop everything they need to do with their patients and install Hell's Own Software since last week.
Buehler did not say, but he implied one day that one of the reasons I'm expendable is that I'm not proactive and curious. I know what he means. Ever since I started working here, I've had the politiblog obsession going and I've spend a fair number of hours each day on it. That leaves time for me to do my actual job, but not much time for me to be proactive about taking on other tasks, or learning what else is going on around me so that I could help others. All of the time I should have spent on that (because I was being paid, was spent obsessing about politics.
And now I realize it was all a waste of time. It's not as though I changed anything, had any kind of an impact on anyone in a position to influence events, or even added to the total sum of intelligence flowing on any topic.
OTOH, I'm not whining or moping. I really like Buehler and I did a good job at the work I had to do, but I'm not really well-suited to this company. Medical stuff squicks me, I'd really rather not know the range of things that can go wrong with the human body, and after doing my presentation for Hell's Own Software about 200 times in the last year, I'm realizing that if I hear myself say some of those things One. More. Time. I'm going to stuff a giraffe down my throat to shut me up.
I don't mind being busy. I don't even mind having more stuff to do than I can conceivably complete in a day, but I do mind monotony. As far as that goes, if my previous employer, and then this one when I started, had had enough work for me to do originally, I'd never have had the time on my hands to even start the whole politiblog. I can work harder than they've every required.
One of my major regrets about this job, for instance, is that they never hired anyone I could name, "Sir Dorkalot." I really, really wanted to use that one.
Via McSwain! And Facade.com.
I went to find out what life has in store for me.
Biorhythms
Physically and intellectually I'm in a trough. Which I totally resent being told that and I ran some stairs just today.
Apparently I'm going to be particularly stupid tomorrow, which will be a nice thing to have happening just in time for my class. (OTOH, I've been complaining about getting in my own way when it comes to writing. Maybe I should be grateful that I won't have enough brain to get in the way of a slug by tomorrow?)
Passion-wise, I'm in a small climb that will be followed by a big trough, so motivation-wise, I'm about to lose any momentum I might have generated around this 'learning to sketch' thing (which is the only "task" I currently have underway. Also, I won't be getting laid. (I'm going to town) on passion around the 12th of next month, though. Sadly, that doesn't coincide with a "wisdom" peak, so we can all assume I'll be doing another Australian soccer player in another stairwell, if not a timid virgin in a cheap motel room.) (But those are different stories.)
Wisdom-wise, I'm in a small trough that will be followed by a climb, peaking around the 22nd or 23rd of this month. So I'll have a vague clue about what's going on around me toward that time, should anyone have anything important they need to tell me and that they need me to actually understand.
On the other hand, I'm in the middle of an emotional high right now, so if you all you need is empathy, bring it on.
Mastery-wise, I'm at the bottom of a trough which will peak, lower than thelast peak. So, you know, I'm not getting any more success-oriented as I go through life. That one's all over the board, which doesn't surprise me. My abilities are notoriously erratic. Happily, I won't soon be hitting another low quite as low as the one I'm in at the moment.
Tarot Card
The Hermit:
Withdrawal from events and relationship to introspect and gather strength. Seeking the inner voice or calling upon vision from within. A need of understanding and advice, or a wise man who will offer knowing guidance. Personal experience and thoughtful temperance.
Okay, the withdrawal thing sounds like me. And "a need of understanding" always describes me.
So, last night, the R.C. and I did a Philanthropic Thing and supported the Denver Center for Performing Arts with a $25 donation (each) that, not incidentally, also garnered us access to the Sneak A Peek at our brand-new neighborhood Whole Foods.
What a very odd and interesting event.
Me, I could have lived without the group doing covers of Frank Sinatra standards. Yes, I understand there's some kind of performance of same running at the DCPA right now and it was, after all, a benefit, but still.
As it happens, I do like Frank Sinatra's music. As a matter of fact, I have a particular fondness for the old Big Band and Swing music.
I just feel that a group (with accompaniment) belting out standards through an amplifying sound system in a warehouse-shaped grocery store not designed for purity of acoustics was a bit much. I might have felt differently if they hadn't been miked. As it was, all I heard were echoes and distortion.
But Whole Foods! I hear you asking, "what did you think of the store, Anne? And what did they give you to eat?
The store was...expensive. The prices are, yes, approximately 50% over what you'd see in a normal grocery store.
And it was amazing. I loved the "natural" and "organic" and "unprocessed" signs everywhere. That kind of thing appeals to the cootie-fearing snob in me.
And I loved the food. They offered tastes of the brisket, meatballs, sausages, rotisserie chicken, summer sausage, and smoked salmon, and I tried them all. The brisket was tender, the sausage was spicy and had a good texture, and I'm a sucker for good summer sausage, which this was, being made in-house. (The favor was a teensy bit bland, but that probably had more to do with the fact that I'd just been eating jalapeno meatballs and sausage than to any problems with the summer sausage.) The chicken was moist and the salmon was, for smoked salmon, very tasty.
And the cookies and cakes. (The R.C. had cake. I was still working on a plate of mashed potatoes and chicken when we got there, but I found time to eat two cookies.) And the fruits.
And the pizza (I passed).
And the beef with balsamic vinegar onions. (Yum. I could have eaten a pound of this.)
And the wine (we passed).
And the salsa (we didn't, personally get to try this because the line was too long, which suggests to me it has A Certain Reputation, so I'll be trying it later.)
And some kind of tangerine punch or fruit juice.
And shrimp salad.
And some fabulous salad with greens, blueberries, and walnuts that I'll definitely be searching for in the future.
And chocolate-dipped strawberries that were only surpassed by the breathtaking display of brick chocolate and truffles that we got to see, but not sample.
And there was a giant display of cheese that we also weren't allowed to nibble on. Very sad.
The smoked salmon quesadillas are the only thing we tried all evening that we really didn't care for and that's mostly because neither of us are big smoked salmon fans. But we like salmon and they offer wild (not farmed) salmon year-round! (There was even, in the ready-to-eat section, a description of a prepared halibut that I'd be happy to try, and normally I can't stand "fish" at any price.)
When the store opens, they'll have a huge ready-to-eat section that will include Indian food, Mexican, "American" (the aforementioned chicken and whatnot), Japanese, pizza, sandwiches, and I can't remember what else. Polenta, fixed three different ways! I adore polenta.
I don't remember seeing advertisements for any of your rubbishy macaroni-and-marshmallow salads so beloved of Middle America's Picnicking crowd, which was another excellent sign.
There's an in-store dining area (and café tables outside) or you can take it with you.
And they roast their own coffee blends, in-house. (We got to watch and I tried the mocha java, a blend I'm particularly fond of.)
It would be far too expensive to use as a replacement for a "regular" grocery store, but I can easily see myself walking over 2-3 times a week and picking up something fresh and ready-made for dinner that night. Assuming the quality remains as high as it was last night, which, considering the reputation of the stores, I think can be assumed.
There are many things I wish to talk about today. None of them are likely to be of interest to anyone besides me. They're the sorts of drivel I used to put into e-mail and bore my friends with.
It's good to have a blog.
For instance, I was going to blog about my stats program. (Why does this blog get a thousand "unique" visitors a month? Who are those people? And why double that many in June? Was the world just really, really bored in June? And why has that bit of primitive writing, Melodramatic License, abruptly become popular?)
I never came up with a pseud, you know. Sometimes I'm uneasily aware that if I was too stoopid to use a pseud for my writing, I should have chosen one for the politiblog. But then it all starts feeling complicated in my head and I don't want to think about it any more. 4,000 people a month shouldn't be reading what I say. Don't you people have lives? Or good sense?
In addition, I've been giving considerable thought to revising my older stories to clean up some of the more offensive writing errors I made, back when I knew even less than I know now. Things like overuse of euphemisms, poor formatting, general clunkiness, etc. Actually, I've thought of doing this many times, but then I get bored and do something else.
And I was going to mention that I decided not to post the MYSA-AS rant until I have a chance to check my memory of each series against the books themselves. It's more amusing (for me) to just write the rant and post it, but Certain People on-line have a tendency to spit on me and knock me off the swings when I do that. Every time I post some half-considered, casual opinion about something, at least one of them kicks me in the head. I'm starting to feel Them gathering in mobs and searching the ground for rocks, even as we speak.
I hate Those People, but since I just made them up, I don't feel there's much bad karma in it. (I suppose They live in my psyche or something, so maybe I shouldn't actually hate them, since that's a bit self-defeating, but They started it.)
I could talk about drawing. Worked on hands some more, with limited success. I didn't do much, though. I think I'm feeling guilty because I blew off one of the class assignments. (In fact, I know I am.) Shoes are boring. Also I'm a little uneasy about that still life. Really should have put a backdrop on it.
I did do some reading last night, though, in one of my, "how to draw" books. (Actually, it's how to draw a graphic novel. Turns out that what I was looking for, which was information on how you take a pencil sketch and "ink" it so that it lasts, was difficult to find. This book is the only one I found that discussed it and it offered an entire chapter on the subject.) It was very interesting. Much of the terminology still mystifies me and there's a fair amount of stuff I'll never need, but it's all fascinating.
For instance, all the books insist that you need a tilted drawing or drafting table. Thanks to the R.C., I actually possess a full-sized drafting table, so I'm good to go there. (The "drawing" books say you need the table. The "sketching" books say grab a pencil and some paper and be prepared to work anywhere. Apparently a "drawer" is a more fragile being than a "sketcher." I assume I'll be working just any old how when I sketch, and then pulling out my Professhunal Tools when I go to ink things in...assuming I ever produce anything worth inking.) (If I do, one thing I can guarantee, it won't be a human figure with hands.)
As I understand it, some people start with pencil and then "finish" a drawing by turning it into pen-and-ink. Others just work in pen-and-ink. I rather suspect I'd fall into the first category. I can't imagine doing a first draft in pen-and-ink. I can barely bring myself to apply the pencil to the paper hard enough to make a definitive mark.
Professionals can erase pen! On their drawings! There's a kind of electric eraser you can buy that has an Erasing Pen attachment! Not having even gotten to the point where I've purchased any ink, I find myself entirely unable to justify buying a new power tool for erasing it, but still. Sounds amazingly cool.
Like light tables. I haven't drawn anything so enticing or interesting that I'd want to trace it, but if I should draw something I liked, I'd need a light table, right? You can make one, too, but that would involve Playing With Electrics and I don't picture the R.C. allowing me to do that. I wonder if they're expensive to buy?
I think we've answered an important question, okay? I do like a new hobby for the fun of learning something new, but mostly I like a new hobby because it opens New Shopping Vistas.
The aforementioned book also has a chapter on collaborating with people when producing a finished work. Reading it made me remember a time, so long ago, when a very sweet friend tried to help me past a writer's block by working with me to write a hugely long and very silly XF work, entirely in IMs. (From time to time, it occurs to me that my oft-discussed work ethic has always been a weak force. At least, since I started writing. Before that, I was consistently a 50-60 hour-a-week employee.) It now occurs to me (nearly a decade later...but I've always been slow) that maybe I should have just collaborated with her or someone else to produce An Actual Story.
I have a certain, limited amount of work I could do. I should probably get to some of it. I was going to talk about last night's Whole Foods Adventure. Looks like that will have to wait for another entry.
I have other people I could bother. I could bother my nieces, for instance. I owe each of them a letter and I do intend to write said letters at some point today. It's just that I feel An Actual Letter should be handwritten, and I feel like typing at the moment.
Sadly, I got no writing done this weekend. I never even thought about it. (Again, the consequence of having an entirely new obsession.) I really do need to print out those two story files and take a good, hard look at them. (I also have to decide if I'm going to turn the SEN mess into a short story and post the less-offensive dregs of what was a long and amazingly sucky story. Part of me bitterly resents having wasted 6 months or more of my life on that thing.)
So...what will it be this time? Shall I drone on about drawing, bitch about not writing, or babble about MYSA-AS?
Oh, let's mix it up. I already bored you about drawing and since I didn't write, or think about writing, I have little to say on that topic. And there's no point in beating one dead horse relentlessly when you have others available, right?
MYSA-AS it is. It seems to me (but I'm too lazy to check) that I haven't rambled on and on about the dozen or so different series I've already purchased and read. (I mean, I've babbled generally but not specifically.)
I doubt you care. In fact, I know 98% of the six of you would be hard-pressed to care less. Now that I think about it, it occurs to me that I was avoiding doing this because I've been lying about just how much money I've spent on this in the past two months. Gulp. And I just got a box from Amazon and I swear I don't remember ordering anything last week!
Drat. Now I have a 2,400 word entry and nowhere to post it.
I guess writing letters to the girls would have been a better way to spend the last two hours.
Ahhh...the refreshment of a weekend! It's already 8:15 on Monday and the peace hasn't worn off yet....
So, what's new, you ask? Not much. As usual. (I'm not one of those people who spends their weekends having crazy adventures and living with reckless abandon. When I go for the gusto these days, it's more likely to be around eating bread-and-butter at 9:30 at night than around whitewater rafting in some untamed river. Occasionally it occurs to me that I'm wasting...well, not my youth. That disappeared some time ago. But my middle age, anyhow. I should run amok occasionally.) (Sounds tiring.)
The weekend was lovely. I managed to avoid last week's near-brush with heat exhaustion by not being outside too much, and the temperature was a good ten degrees cooler anyhow.
Saturday...I went mad in the grocery store to the tune of $21. Then I went mad in Guiry's and spent an additional $21 on drawing supplies. (I still haven't filled the list, but I'm not sure what to buy for some of it and I forgot to call the instructor on Friday. Making a rough estimate, I realize that this class, which seemed inexpensive when I signed up for it, is going to cost me approximately $75 additional in supplies. Depending upon how much "ink" runs to. This is not a hobby for the poor...not in the "take a class and learn about it" way, anyhow. On a solo basis, anyone can buy a pencil and find a bit of paper to play with.)
Sunday, I went mad at the drugstore and spent $12 on this and that (bandaids, etc.), not including the $40 I spent on prescription refills.
I'll bet you're worn out, just reading about the mad whirl of excitement, aren't you?
In my spare time (as you can see, I had a lot of it) this weekend, I did practice drawing, yes. (Thought you were going to get away with hearing about it, didn't you?) I did my landscape and my still life and my monogram and the design of my name.
I have not drawn shoes. I'm torn between just drawing a pair of my sensible shoes (my closet doesn't run to exotic footwear) and just saying I didn't do it. (What's she going to do? Kick me out of class?) I guess I could draw a pair of my sensible shoes. It won't make a fascinating drawing, but it will show willing.
The still life was tricky, as such things are wont to be. In theory, I understand that she wanted draping and background and all of those other things a still life is supposed to offer. In reality, once I'd gotten the bottles (that was the assignment...draw a bunch of glass bottles) more-or-less recognizable, I'd gone off the entire subject.
Besides, I entirely suck at drapery. I found a flyer at Guiry's offering some classes for the amateur artist, one of which was drawing from clothed models. I'd have taken it if it wasn't being offered during the day. So, anyhow, I have one evening, should I elect to finish that drawing. I have to either think of a background or just pretend I misunderstood the assignment. (When you're The Goat, you can get away with that kind of stupidity.)
Don't think I don't know that I'm boring you all stupid with the subject of drawing. I'm like that when I have a new obsession. It's the only thing I'm capable of focusing on. Just be grateful I'm not droning on and on about the differences in different kinds of charcoal, something I spent a fair amount of time exploring over the weekend.
(Also, you should be grateful that I didn't spend the same amount of time bitching because my personal e-mail program just disgorged 50 e-mails I got this weekend but hadn't been allowed to see yet, and that my work e-mail program abruptly dumped 486 copies of e-mails I received last month into my inbox. And I had to check most of them to make sure they were, in fact, duplicates. So, you know, this entry could have been even more boring, improbable as that seems.)
But! What's that you say? I have two free evenings before my next class?
Not so. Tonight, you understand, I Have Plans. As it happens, our neighborhood is being graced (that's what I'm told) with a Whole Foods. Tonight is a Sneak A Peek Party to benefit the DCPA. We get to look around the store and there will be a munchie bar where we can sample the kinds of goodies the store offers.
When we walked by yesterday, there were people standing around outside, and a guard on the door! Casual conversation as we strolled by showed that these were not the only people lining up impatiently outside the front door, demanding that they open the tills and get to selling. The consensus seems to be that it's time and past time the store opened. The mob is getting restless.
As a person who has never actually shopped at a Whole Foods (or, indeed, been inside one), I'm a bit puzzled by this fierce anticipation. I mean...it's a grocery store. There are at least six within a five-mile radius of that mall.
Anyhow. That's why we decided to go to tonight's party. To see what all the fuss and excitement is about. And the DCPA is a good cause.
I just realized that I've rambled on for over a page and conveyed nothing more than the astonishing information that I sketched some bottles, I did not sketch some shoes, and I’m going to the grocery store. Seriously. I do need just a bit more mad excitement in my life, don't I?
I'm going to go get some coffee. While I'm gone, I'll endeavor to have some kind of Krazee Adventure I can regale you with....
Didn't happen. I walked over with the Tweenybopper. (Why did I choose now, when I'm leaving this company to decide to bond with that child?) We got coffee. We walked back. No BEHM.
I do have a few projects I could work on today, but I feel all bloggy.
Got my coffee. Struck up a brief conversation with a man in line about his little doggie, tied up outside and in a panic for fear he'd forgotten it. (The line was long and moving slowly. I guess the little doggie got bored or freaked out by all the people coming in to the building but never reappearing.)
I was late, it was 9:30, but I saw the BEHM anyhow! (Me? Good clothes today. Bad hair. Naturally.) He seemed happy to see me, in spite of the rather attractive young woman at his elbow. Could have been a coworker but I got a sort of territorial vibe from her. OTOH, he made a point of saying good-bye when I left, so maybe coworker. I'd say she was interested, but he's very attractive, so that's not surprising.
I'm really going to miss him.
I'm going to miss the whole urban vibe. I love it...you can see a hundred different kinds of people in a day and create a thousand potential life stories for each of them.
Even the graffiti has potential. (Who is "Streaker" and did he believe them when they said he'd never walk alone?)
Ever since I start thinking about drawing, I've wanted to take a pad over and try to sketch the little courtyard where three restaurants have their outdoor café tables. And the strip of sidewalk where the Starbucks and Java Juice café tables meander down the sides of the buildings, awnings unfurling against the day's coming heat.
(Hey! Buehler's here! He wasn't supposed to be coming in today. Now I have to go work. Pits.)
Much later....
Okay, I worked. I also had yogurt breakfast today, so I've been starving all day. And now I'm cranky.
Also, I'm out of the blogging mood.
Okay, so last night's shopping spree wasn't what I thought it was going to be. The store I needed (Guiry's) closes at 6:00 p.m., so by the time we ate dinner and got over there, it was 6:34 and I'd missed my window of opportunity.
I got paper and some charcoal from Michael's, a few storefronts down the strip mall, and I'll try Guiry's again this weekend. For ink and pastels, mostly. I haven't called Oksana yet to ask more specific questions about the ink. I'll do that later today.
Of course, when I got home last night, I had to sit down and play work with my new toys tools. Sadly, the 24-hour interval between the class and the practice session were sufficient to erase from my aging brain the precise techniques Oksana showed us for applying charcoal.
I produced six or seven more draft sketches of various landscapes, none of which were particularly successful. I produced one page full of "bark effects" for tree trunks, all of which resembled palm trees instead of the oak or elm I had in mind. I discovered (fool that I am) that different paper produces different results.
The biggest problem was composition or, rather, not so much composition (how to lay things out) but what to draw. (If you're not "visual" then no landscape you've ever viewed, no matter how impressive at the time, has stayed in your memory with sufficient clarity to enable you to produce even a rough approximation of it.)
Anyhow, I will persist this evening. I have some ideas, we'll see how they pan out. There's one half-successful sketch that I think I can add a couple of elements to that might help.
And this is just one of six drawings I have to produce by Wednesday evening, all of which are going to need extensive practice. My weekend is going to be rather full of sitting in one place. Only the landscape is supposed to be done in charcoal, but using pencil for the others just means that the draftsmanship (the actual drawing) really needs to be of a slightly higher caliber. Sigh.
It's like writing. I have plenty of ideas. It's my execution that fails me.
Don't let me fool you. I'm having a great deal of fun. In fact, as soon as I've had coffee and finished a project with the Tweenybopper, I intend to Buckle Down and Practice, yes, here at the office.
Double sigh. The R.C.'s birthday is fast approaching and I am, as usual, failing to come up with any brilliant inspirations for how to spend the day. (Well, not the day, because I'll be gone to class, but the following Saturday, which is when we'll be sort of "celebrating" the event.) We are moving from gift-giving to more doing things because we both have enough (more than enough) "stuff" (and we both buy a lot of "stuff" which makes it difficult to find something the other one wants but doesn’t have) and the R.C. is very fond of Doing Thing. I have had some ideas that I've presented to her. Let's see if she likes any of them.
In the meantime...it's time for coffee.
I don't think I've ever been memed before, but Meghan memed me.
7 things you plan to do before you die:
1. Take a cruise
2. Visit Paris
3. Stop smoking
4. Learn to write
5. Have an adventure
7. Have sex again
7 things you can do:
1. Type
2. Clean
3. Sew on a button
4. Be annoying
5. (Okay, my life has not been about acquiring skills.)
7.
7 things you can't do:
1. Sing
2. Play a musical instrument
3. Write
4. Talk to strangers
5. Finish lists
7.
7 thing that attract you to the opposite sex:
1. Smile
2. Kindness
3. Sense of humor
4. Generosity
5. Green eyes
7. Height (not too tall)
7 things you say most:
1. In my opinion
2. Whatever
3. Y'know
4. Okay
5. Stuff
7. I'm just saying
7 celebrity crushes:
1. Alan Rickman
2. Peter Wingfield
3. Kenneth Branagh
4. Nick Lea
5. Brad Pitt
7. Robert Redford
7 people you want to take this quiz:
1. McSwain!
2. Lynnzo
3. Kormantic
4. The Wild Mole
5. Ashlyn
7. torch
I'm not, not at the moment, anyhow, but I understand there's a good chance we'll all be doing so by the end of the day. I don't mind...I keep hoping these occasional rainstorms will eventually break the heat wave. What I long for is a long stretch of days...a month or two...where the temperature hovers around 75, never going higher than 78.
But I'm okay with sunshine, for as long as it lasts. Except that I've lost my sunglasses. Can't think where I would have left them, but I do tend to walk off and leave things these days so I'm not surprised. (Maybe I lef them in the classroom last night?)
Whoosh. Also, I've made five phone calls and sent an e-mail and it's only 8:40! I'm not sure where this mad rush of productivity came from, but two more phone calls and I'm once again out of work to do, so I'm slowing down now. Wouldn't want the well to run dry this early in the day. (Of course, there are four or five phone calls I could make for the DarkGlass study, now that I think about it.)
Tidying up some papers, I ran across $1k worth of expenses that I haven't turned in. I mentioned them to Buehler yesterday. If I'm going to be unemployed, I'm going to need all the money I can lay my hands on. I'm thinking of new things I'm going to need to spend money on all the time...like it just occurred to me that when my insurance fades out, I'll have to pay for these two prescriptions myself...or give up the HRT and go psycho again. It's $30 with my insurance. I hate to think what it will cost if I become uninsured.
I fear I am insufficiently caffeinated to be writing blog entries. This limps and plods where it should gambol and frolic.
Hold on a sec...back in five.... (Oooo! My sunglasses! They were in my bag! Cool.)
Okay. I got coffee, made another phone call, and ate an egg.
Eggs get a bad rap. In spite of the fuss about cholesterol (and they're reconsidering the impact of eggs on cholesterol), they're the perfect breakfast food. I can eat 200 calories worth of yogurt and be starving again thirty minutes later, because it's mostly carbohydrates. I eat one 70-calorie egg, and I'm good to go for a couple of hours. My doctor approves of the non-fat yogurt because of the calcium, so I'm still eating it, but not for breakfast.
One good thing about taking an evening class is that it keeps me from sitting around the living room, snacking all evening. It's a pity that the two classes I wanted were both on Wednesdays. If they'd been on different days of the week, I could have saved myself 1,000 calories a week. That's enough to lose another whole pound a month!
And, speaking of drawing class, how did that class go last night, you ask? (Well, no, you don't give a shit, but since when has that ever stopped me?)
First off...location. Scary. It wasn't "East Colfax" (notorious for streetwalkers, drug deals, and strip clubs) but it missed only by about four blocks. Not a nice neighborhood at all. I admit that I was a bit worried, but it turned out okay.
Second...instructor. Oksana Ross. She's brilliant. With a long career of teaching art and art history behind her (and seemingly a familiarity with everyone who has been anyone in the art world for the last half-century), she's still gentle and encouraging to the no-talent beginner. (That would be me.)
It turns out we did need to provide our own supplies and it was good I'd taken a pencil and a pad. It was the wrong kind of pencil, but at least I had it. I got the supply list and top of tonight's To Do List is shopping, because I have homework to do!
And it turns out that I'm unexpectedly brilliant at charcoal. (Okay, relatively speaking.) I always viewed charcoal with deep suspicion, thinking of it as a complicated and fussy medium fit 0nly for experts. Who knew it was the ideal approach for a beginner? It's flexible, forgiving, and fast. What's not to love? (And messy, yes. Angie and Tonya* had fingers dusted with charcoal by the end of that exercise. My hands were covered in the stuff.)
The one decent thing I turned out last night (a landscape) was done in charcoal. Yep, I did a landscape. Foliage! (Well, a little foliage.) (Okay, a couple of tree trunks.) And a handful of other things. After 40 minutes worth of chit-chat, we dove right in last night. We practiced lines (Horizontal. Vertical. Angled. Curved.), turned our initials into decorative monograms (I was astonishingly bad at that), did a teensy landscape to practice composition (in pencil), and then did the big, charcoal landscapes (9x12).
There are only three students in the class. One is a teacher who actually taught grade-school art in the past. The other is a friend of the class teacher and has the 'artist's touch' in that even her practice sketches were imaginative and original.
And then there's me who, when told to draw a circle and put my initials into it to form a design, just drew a plain circle and then wrote my initials in it.
I am unquestionable The Goat of the class.
I don't mind. (Someone has to be the loser and in a small group I always try to insure that it's me, to save anyone else who might be sensitive about such things from experiencing the pain.) (It's a thing I inherited from my mother.) (In her case, it took the form of eating the broken cookies.)
Someone has to be The Goat and while I do have a certain amount of ego about my writing (in that I want very badly not to suck major sewage) I don't feel that way about drawing. It's very liberating to suck so badly. For instance (like the time I tried bowling, in an attempt to Bond with coworkers at a previous job), there's nowhere to go but up. When you start with an average of 46, any improvement at all is a leap of brilliance. My reasonably successful stab at a tree last night garnered as much or more praise as Tonya's delicate and complex full landscape.
Anyhow, since before I wandered off the topic, I was discussing shopping, I need new paper, some pastels, and rather a lot of charcoal since I anticipate going through a lot of it. I need different kinds of paper. Some paper has more "tooth" (i.e., texture) than other paper and I need both kinds to practice on. And I need different hardnesses of charcoal. And a set of pastels.
And (gulp) ink. It just says, "india ink" on the list, but I'm sure she means us to get something to apply it with, aren't you? So...there are brushes and pens, both of which frighten me, but brushes frighten me a lot more than pens, so I'm sure she means brushes. Maybe I'll call her and ask.
I had a great time. The two hours flew by and I was sorry to see the end of them. I have five drawings to complete before next Wednesday's class, so I need to get practicing. I have to do a Still Life, a more finished Landscape, redesign my Initials Monogram, turn my name into a design, draw a chair, and draw some shoes. These assignments puzzle me to a certain extent, especially the two middle ones, but considering how much I've already learned about how much I don't know, I'm going to trust the teacher and do as I'm told.
(She asked if any of us had drawing books and then asked who they were by. I refused to admit that I bought "Drawing for Dummies" or that none of the books I bought were purchased because of who wrote them but rather because of the simplicity of the presentation.)
I'm probably having tomorrow off (unpaid) and I can certainly use the time. I have a great deal to do, most of which will involve getting covered, head to foot, in charcoal while I'm making happy messes.
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* Angie is the former teacher and currently works at a quilting store or something. She's an English major, like myself, so we bonded over that and over my story of how my mother and her sisters sent me a gorgeous, handmade quilt for Christmas one year.
Tonya is...she's amazing. A Russian immigrant with one of those families where everyone is an astrophysicist or rocket scientist. She's a computer programmer herself, so along with being Naturally Artistic, she's brainy. And, yes, beautiful. If she wasn't such a sweet person, all of that would annoy me, but she's charming and funny, too.
Okay, let's get the rules straight.
I think "reality" television is stupid and demeaning to both performers and viewers, so there's one category of show I won't be discussing, okay? Not even scary ripoffs of Court TV where the judge is allowed, even encouraged, to hand out weird, revenge-based punishments for the humiliation of the losers and the entertainment of the intellectually deficient viewers.
In addition to that, I probably won't be discussing any "shows" premiering on channels that originated as music video feeds. My tolerance for weirdness just isn't what it was when I was twenty.
Nor am I a fan of "family comedy." I have no spouse and no offspring and my interest in the antics of the same is limited in the extreme.
The first thing I notice is that the fall schedule is, once again, filled with rip-offs, knock-offs, and desperate attempts to duplicate tired or dying concepts. Which is convenient, because it gives me a way to categorize the fall offerings.
LOST
Okay, this year everyone wants to be spooky and other-worldly, built around a massive cast of problematic characters. Last year's mega-hit Lost sure has spawned some interesting knock-offs.
Invasion - From a Grisham novel that one network already tried, and failed, to adapt? Doesn't inspire confidence. Also, set around the disaster that happens after a hurricane? Bad timing.... But it's got Thomas Schlamme directing, which is very promising, not the least because the man has won nine Emmy awards! And he worked on West Wing before it was turned into soap opera schlock. I might give this a try.
Next up is Surface. Think Lost meets SeaQuest DSV, I guess. Looks dumb. Invasion by mysterious, spacefaring sea creatures? I find it hard to get thrilled.
OTOH, Threshold, which is Lost meets Navy NCIS-with-a-twist actually looks very intriguing. Also with Brent Spiner, as a kind of Mad Scientist. I think I'll be trying this one.
CSI
The R.C. would like to try Bones just to see what Boreanaz is like in a different role. The idea of yet another CSI knock-off makes me yawn but whatever.
Similarly, Criminal Minds is a yawner. FBI-meets-CSI. Mandy Patinkin? Adore the guy. All the talent in the world, but it won't be airing on my set.
And Killer Instinct is CSI-meets-X-Files-meets-L&O. With deviants.
LAW AND ORDER
Bruckheimer is a name one associates with "hit" television shows, although I can't remember if he's ever done anything but Law & Order, you know? Seems to me he's just been doing variations on Law & Order for the last twenty or thirty million years.
Count me out when it comes to "legal drama." For instance, the notion that the concept is suddenly all new and fresh again because, for instance, it's around a woman who recently spawned is incorrect.
Ditto for one of Bruckheimer's four other new series', The E-Ring, which is the one set in the Pentagon and purportedly about...can't remember. Defense, I guess. Or guys trying to get something done from within the cement confines of the military hierarchy. Or the awesome job being done by homeland security in these days of international terrorism. Something stupid like that. I like Benjamin Bratt, but no thanks.
Head Cases - It's Law and Order with mental illness.
Just Legal - Nash Bridges meets Law and Order. Old Crusty, Burned-Out Guy partners with Underage Naïve Idealistic Guy. Don Johnson and a beach. (Hmmm. I dunno.)
When I'm in charge of the world, anyone offering "entertainment" with plotlines advertised as being "Rrrripped! From the headlines!" will be killed. (Are you listening, Bruckheimer? That melodramatic, sensation-mongering approach turned an intelligent and balanced award-winning drama into cheap schlock. I hate you, and I don't care that you were just doing what you were hired to do.)
And, while we're talking about West Wing, let's just assume I won't be watching Commander In Chief, regardless of how I feel about the stars. In fact, I've been determined not to watch it since I read the blurb that explained that TPTB decided people wouldn't be interested in a female president as much as they'd be interested in how the job affected her husband and kids, indicating the show was going to revolve around her personal life. While later blurbs make it sound as though they didn't opt to go in that misogynistic direction, I'm still off the entire concept of the show. (I don't stay mad precisly, but I do hold a grudge.)
HA-HA
First it was Everybody Loves Raymond, which I never saw and know nothing about but I understand was a big hit. This year, TVGuide tapped Everybody Hates Chris as the hot new comedy. It's described as a sort of coming-of-age-in-a-ghetto story. But funny.
They also liked, How I Met Your Mother which is the story of, well, how a guy was single before he met, fell in love with, married, and had kids with his wife. Told in flashbacks. Okay, so it has Alyson Hannigan but still.
In Love, Inc., women who can't get dates or are getting divorced work in a dating bureau. Ha. Ha.
In My Name Is Earl, a small-time crook wins $100k in the lottery, but loses the ticket before he can collect. So he goes around doing good deeds in the hopes that karma or god or willy wonka or some other higher power will magically return the ticket to him. (I mock, but there's something oddly intriguing about this idea. I've never heard of anyone in it [Jason Lee, Jaime Pressly, Ethan Suplee, Nadine Velazquez, Eddie Steeples) but the idea has a certain comic merit.)
And, last but certainly not least, Inconceivable, which sounded stupid enough when I thought it was another X-Files rip-off, but it became brain-killingly stupid when I realize it's set in a...wait for it...fertility clinic! (Inconceivable. Get it? Get it? Ha! Ha! Ha!)
Wake me up when it's 2006.
MISC
The Ghost Whisperer is The Dead Zone meets Casper.
Hot Properties - Think Sex and the City for realtors. Then take an aspirin.
Sex, Love, and Secrets - It's Friends meets Peyton Place. With Eric Balfour, whom Hawaii fans are probably wanting to see again.
Night Stalker remake. Never saw the original, have no idea what it was about, but for some reason I find myself determined to give this remake a try. Could be the Frank Spotnitz connection. Spotnitz was responsible for so much that was fabulous about The X-Files that I think I just have to give this project a shot, in spite of how it promises to be really scary. Starring Stuart Townsend.
Out Of Practice. A whole family of physicians who don't get along. Stockard Channing, Henry Winkler, and acute boredom.
Related - Four sisters who are not alike. They laugh. They cry. They fight. They bond. I barf.
Reunion - is 24 meets The Big Chill.
Supernatural - Could you pick a less interesting, less evocative name for a series? This one pissed me off when I glanced through TVGuide. Two hot young hunks...I thought I was in SlashHeaven (although characters 10 years older would have been good), but then they turned out to be brothers. Two brothers travel around in an old car, fighting supernatural evil. Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets The 4400 or something. Buddy bonding, fighting evil, searching for their missing father...I don't know. It could work. Take a look and let me know what you think. (And check out today's front page for a big picture of the guys.)
Otherwise In Development
Eureka - The Science Fiction Channel is still trying to figure out how to make television. This times it's a pilot about a Sekrit Government Plot to gather up the world's geniuses and create a sort of community-based think tank or...I don't know. Stars Colin Ferguson as a Federal Marshall who Stumbles Onto The Plot. A pilot has been ordered.
Also, Painkiller Jane, a female superhero with Amazing Self-Healing Powers! Which redefines the concept of, "lame."
Over at Comedy Central, Gay Robot in under development. It's all about a university, an experimental robot, booze, and a power surge. Voila! Gay robot in a fraternity. Okay...it's pretty stupid, as concepts go, but I'm already giggling, so if it makes it on-screen, I'll have to take a chance.
The Hunters - Think True Lies meets Spy Kids or something.
USA ordered a pilot for Psyche. Stars Dule Hill of West Wing fame with James Roday. Roday claims to be a psychic after his amateur sleuthing gets him suspecting of Knowing Too Much To Be Innocent by the local authorities. Dramedy. If this one makes it to the screen, I'll probably give it a try.
And Kyle XY might be worth taking a chance on, for younger viewers. Mysterious teen boy, knows nothing about the world around him, taken in by a suburban family. Joe Black Meets The Wonder Years?
From the WB, we have a pilot ordered for Tribe. The "drama tracks five twentysomething cops - all branded rejects by their respective precincts - who come together as part of a new undercover unit of the l.a.p.d. Something about this one says, "/potential/" to me.
And then there's Filthy Gorgeous, a show about a New York whorehouse escort service, which would have won my vote for "stupidest idea yet" if it wasn't for the next entry.
Scarlett, which has nothing to do with Gone With the Wind but is about New Orleans and a supernatural story about dead people coming back to life. Gong! (One assumes this has already been cancelled.) (Actually, Recent Events make this idea bad. It wouldn't have been in such bad taste 30 days ago.)
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All rudeness courtesy of me. As usual.