I thought I had stuff to talk about, but I guess I really don't. Several attempts to draw recently have proved fruitless. Some days the images just come right out, and other days it's a complete struggle. Impatience is my number one enemy when the pencil hits the paper. I'm attempting to create a [a href="http://www.sgcartoon.com"]whole series of comic strips[/a], basically within the span of 36 hours. Mostly it's the writing that's holding me back right now. Comics are a one-trick pony - there's got to be one solid joke and it's got to be good, or the viewer feels cheated and anticipation wanes for future installments. I'm having trouble coming up with great jokes that can be played out in short dialogue situations. In cartoons, it's easy, since there's so much time to build to something substantial. Hopefully I haven't met my match. I've got all day Saturday to figure it out, since the rest of the weekend is a wash. And for the record, 105.9 is playing 80's songs alphapetically all weekend. I'm totally jamming to some Hall & Oates right now. It just ain't Hall without the Oates!

It's been quite some time since my last blog. As most people within my circle know, I was a long time user of Livejournal, accumulating six hundred entries of varying quality across a time span of four and a half years. All those memories have since been compiled into one insignificant textfile residing in some unnamed directory on my hard drive. There it remains, unread, because it brings back a lot of unwanted memories about the various levels of hell I scratched through during my descent into my current hole. So hey, let's try this again. It's a little different now. New surroundings, same problems. Overqualified, obsolete, unmotivated and overachieving, over and over again, has a way of really messing with a person's head. So I sit here and I mostly just watch the clock and wonder how I got this old without actually accomplishing anything yet. In any event, this isn't really the place to get all emo. I'm more interested in venting my creative toxic spills. I often wonder if I have some sort of attention deficit disorder brought on by endless decades of rampant video game abuse. What has become of it is an endless barrage of ideas, each more ingenious than the last and each less completed. I always say "Oh, I should write that down", but of course I never do. Maybe it's time to change that, if only to extract every last bit of genius from my head. Maybe then the headaches will stop.