|I am a Kinko's ZOMBIE.
||[Jun. 6th, 2006|10:28 pm]
Today I spent TWO HOURS in the copy shop around the corner (a supposed convenience), pounding my head against the copier's button pad. |
But I am all printed now! My mini-comic for MOCCA is complete, including a cover on lilac paper. Very exciting and scary, to be taking my own work to sell. I don't have the safety buffer of hiding behind Hope and her amazing work to cushion my half of the project. Well, I still intend to do that, anyway... somehow.
Here's the cover. It's about my addiction to nature programs concerning the Humboltd Squid. I could have left that a secret, but nah. Want one? I have lots!
Is three dollars too much to ask for a mini-comic? I'm vacillating between two and three. It's 25 pages long, but very petite. I feel like three is too much, but I could really use the money, what with (still) being unemployed and all...
So yesterday, after another doctor's appointment (I have lots of these), I bought myself a comfort present, and it was FUN HOME, the new "tragicomic" by Alison Bechdel. Oh man, it is so beautiful, and so sad, and so deliciously thick, and so impenetrably intellectual. It was lovely. Love her.
I realize that she lives very near the place where I'm considering grad school, at the Center for Cartoon Studies (I'm also applying to SVA). SVA had been winning out (what with the NYC location), but the lure of soaking up the proximity rays of James Kochalka AND Alison Bechdel is starting to make Vermont seem not so isolated.
I've been looking at lots of pictures of cats lately (what else is new) and pining away for feline companionship. Very sad not to have any living things to take care of anymore (other than my beloved plants, I mean, who don't like to cuddle). I miss Elyot, though I'm still relieved his suffering is over. I still miss Watcher every day. Hope is going through a very sad process with her cat right now, but I wish I'd been able to have the time to care for my cat, and worry over his health. As it was, he was killed so quickly, and died without me by his side. I worry about Hope's cat, Dragon, and send good-thoughts that way.
Oh grumble. Nelly has left for a visit home, and I'm all alone in the house pining over my dead cat, my friend's sick cat, my recently deceased goldfish... I think I will eat some ice cream and go to bed.