• Back in business

    Sep 7, 2008, 3:48:32 PM | 0 Comments | 2 min read

    Perhaps this entry is a little late, but I do often forgot I have a little journal here!  :P

    After my year gone up to the frozen north, I am back at my home with a scanner nearby and pencil in hand.  Inspiration has hit, and I am working on a new series entitled "Spirits of Music", as anyone reading this has probably seen.

    My bog brother is engaged now, so I ahve that wedding to look forward to in the years to come, and my best friend is also pregnant (Yay Fembot!), so life moves on at a steady (though sometimes slightly wobbled) pace.

    School is back in session, and it looks like I will ahve my hands very full this year, with a full course load to manage, the potential of a part-time job to pay the bills, and moderating/art to keep up with so I don't feel guilty anymore about neglecting both my talent and my favourite art site. *hugs PD*

    I've been here long enough to see many good friends and members come and go.  While this saddens me, there seems to always be new, eager members coming up.  Not to take their place, but to offer their own opinions and ideas to our community through comments and critiques, suggestions for improvement, or even just by being here...  It makes me realise something:  I might be getting older, but the internet is pretty much immortal.

    There we are, that's my deep sentimentality for the day.  Over and Out.

  • Scanner troubles...

    Jun 11, 2006, 4:21:11 PM | 1 Comments | 1 min read
    *grin*  Well, my scanner died not too long ago.  Which is too bad, really, since it did -such- a good job of scanning the colours fairly accurately, and the software was wonderful.

    People may have noticed that I was using photos of my work for quite a while now.  I still ahven't scanned any artwork using this old bed.  :\

    It's time I updated my submissions, though.  I have quite a bit of work that I haven't even scanned yet.  :lol:  And I'm working on more.

    Yay!  Life is picking up again.  Or is it just that it's the weekend?
  • agoraphobic

    Mar 21, 2006, 12:34:59 AM | 0 Comments | 2 min read
    Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Robin.  Robin was afraid of crowds.  Whenever she was in a crowd she would sit in a corner, hug her knees and rock back and forth, trying her best to think of happy places.

    One fateful day, Robin stepped innocently on to the early bus home after a long hard day at work serving pizza and snacks to starving college students.  Little did she know, that transfer would lead her into a realm of pure terror.  Unable to take the next transfer bus home, Robin was forced to ride on the packed bus.  The smell of unwashed bodies and badly-cared-for leather jackets permeated the air, sweat and drool glistened on the faces of people nearby - there was nowhere to sit, nowhere to stand, nowhere to even rock back and forth and go to her happy place.  Robin was so enclosed that she already felt as though she had been trampled by an angry mob.

    Fortunately, all things pass, even if it feels like it may take an eternity, and Robin squoze herself out the bus doors when she at last made it to her stop so near to home.  At home - there are only four people and a cat to contend with.  She can manage them without trouble.

    Happy Spring!

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