I am beginning to get used to this strange new schedule. Waking up seems to be just about as easy as it has ever been, and the last couple of days I haven’t even started to get tired until there are only five or six hours remaining before I need to get up again. Which was fine with me last night, since it allowed me to watch the two-hour season premier of Enterprise immediately after I finished taping it. If you saw it, how about that “get stripped down and grease up” scene? Out of nowhere, without even stopping the tense dialog, the attractive female science officer and the attractive male (…pilot?) get stripped down to their underthings, climb into the mood lighting chamber and rubbed what appeared to be some sort of greasy, clear lubriicant all over their own and each other’s bodies. Thankfully for the ESRBs, these two people (who from their dialog can’t stand each other) managed to grease up their own privates under their clothes (for the most part). Man o man. Then the show went on as though that were a totally normal part of everyone’s day. When they had the “aliens” that amounted basically to two erotic dancers wearing only a layer of brightly colored paint, I could at least understand how that might have something to do with something reasonable in any culture, alien or not. Well, I guess we’ll see. There’s definitely an OST feel to Enterprise so far. The captain went on a dangerous away mission and managed to trap himself with no clear means of escaping the alien space station, then got in a fist fight with an alien to save the day.
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Something to smile about
I admit it openly now: I have been depressed for at least a couple of months now. I have taken steps to prevent it from taking too deep a toll on my life, but I ran out of clean dishes almost two weeks ago and I’ve only showered once so far in September. I was writing about being conflicted over doing more comics, trying to decide what words should follow, and I thought that maybe I should mention how my depression was not helping me really focus on getting things done. Then my mind immediately popped up to try to defend itself against depression, trying to give examples of how it’s not all bad. I remembered something I got in the mail this week, and all of a sudden a smile broke my face.
Still stressing out about comics
I am slowly becoming despondant about the prospect of doing more comics. I think a big part of it is the sheer volume of work that is required to create what I have in mind for comics. I’ve made dozens of comics in the last few weeks, but three fourths of them amount to little more than fifteen seconds of dialogue from a series of bad radio commercials transcribed across the top of the same three or four simplistic doodles that might be talking heads. The fourth set of strips DOES have original drawings in every panel, but when you see it you’ll know why I’m not entirely proud of that accomplishment. (I’ll say now that of the comics I’ve done so far, I am happiest with those. I really like them quite a lot.)
This just in… Thou shalt not kill
In a shocking move, God himself made a personal appearance recently to clarify his position on murder.
Just a note…
Just FYI, the two posts I put up at just before 6AM this morning were actually written last night on my laptop. I wasn’t watching Love Cruise at 5:30 this morning. I was watching it last night when it aired. I didn’t go to sleep right after 5:50AM, I went to sleep around 10:30PM, last night.
Just thought I’d be sure that was clear, since I don’t seem to be able to bodify the time and date on those entries.