Supine Fever

You can now find me here and here. Thanks!

Why, hello there! Yes it is me, and indeed I have magically transmogrified myself to you from some magical land that feels like it is a few weeks since my last post, when really it is eleven months later.

*!@%**head exploded when I looked at my site and saw the last date stamp of December 2007*@!#***

Marinade Dave wrote me a very kind email recently, one along the lines of: “Hi there! You haven’t posted in, er, a while, are you still alive somewhere out there?” And my response was, “Oh Dave, how nice, thank you for checking in! I’ll get back to posting very soon and I mean asap, here I go now oh look at the time I really need to get to the post office before they close and dear me I am so sleepy might just take a catnap sofa so nice zzzzzzzzzzzz.”

Blog post time out so that you might enjoy a couple of photos of the dog that E and I adopted a few months ago, to build up some goodwill in the hearts of anyone who might still be checking this site:

Best dog evah!

Love the good good boy!

So, obtaining and obedience training the dog is one major thing I have been up to. Also, I finished my Illustration degree, started working part-time in a gallery (alas, they can’t pay me enough right now to allow me to quit waitressing, but fingers crossed), built an actual website involving Dreamweaver and frames and all that crazy stuff, and just generally started trying to get things going, freelance-art-wise.

According to my stats, I do still have some viewers here. Thank you for sticking by me! I used to have tons and tons of visitors, and I don’t even really remember how I managed to build up such an amazing group, but when I think of my eleven months of non-posting, the phrase squandered my goodwill comes to mind (similarly to what Dubya did, although my actions of course caused fewer wars). When I think of what a great community of blogs I used to keep up with regularly, and how reciprocal the interest was, I feel really, really badly that what was my biggest hobby and stress-release totally fell by the wayside, in favor of stupid things like couch-surfing. That’s what having a restaurant job that sucks away your reason to live will bring you to, I guess.

Wow, cheery!

ANYway. What I am leading up to is that A) I miss you guys, B) maybe you miss me a little? and C) I have a new blog! One that I will definitely, definitely keep up with, because it is tied to my budding freelance illustration career. I am not sure what I’ll be doing with this web space in the future (because I do love the design so much, and just knowing it is existing out there in the internets makes me happy), but for now I would love it if you could transfer your supine affection over to my blogger sketchblog under my REAL NAME, which is right…

here!

Up until now I have used this blog really just to post news of exhibitions I have gotten into or other drawing-y news, but literally in the middle of the night last night it occurred to me that it would be a win-win situation if I used it more frequently and slightly more informally. So now I am going to try and post a bit every day, and share sketches and designs and more day-to-day life and stories.

I think this will be a really good impetus for me to do some drawing every single day, and while it won’t be the same kind of I got drunk and fell down it was silly or I have a crush on a guy who doesn’t know I am alive posts like I used to write here (because I want to keep it sort of professional and respectable, and I am engaged, respectively), I will still try and be funny, so I hope you will like to keep up with me again. Plus there will be drawings to look at!

So come visit me new blog here, and just for good measure here is the professional site I actually built - I know, shocking - and here is where I am newly trying to hock my wares, in the hopes of someday being able to stop waitressing and just focus on doing what I spent tens of thousands of the government’s money (what?? I have to pay that back?) to learn to do.

Have a good day, y’all!

…I would not have said this thing, this awful awful thing, possibly the worst thing I have ever said. I once read a line by Dave Barry in which he said that you should never mention a woman’s pregnancy unless “you see an actual baby emerging from her body at that very moment,” or something like that, and hoo boy, Dave Barry was right.

E and I just went out to a large family dinner at a very fancy restaurant, a holiday dinner hosted by two sets of his uncles/aunts. Afterwards we were all leaving and I was chatting to two of his female cousins about their boots, both of which had heels. Now, it had been my first time meeting these girls. One of them I had sat near at dinner and spoken to a lot, and I really liked her. The other, I hadn’t sat near, so I really hadn’t gotten to know her at all. Based on what I could see at the other end of the table, I believed her to be a very pretty, slim, pregnant lady.

I am sure you can see where this is going.

For some psychotic reason, my brain suddenly became possessed by Lucifer, and I said to the one woman, “Well, I am just impressed that you’re walking around in heels at all while pregnant.” And then suddenly there was, like, a rupture in time and space. Every adult relative of E’s was suddenly staring at us and listening as the girl said, “What? I’m not pregnant? Do I…do I look pregnant?” And at the moment she was saying this I glanced at the other girl, the one I’d been talking to a lot, and she looked HORRIFIED.

Luckily I somehow came up with a way out, like, instantly, and immediately began backpedaling with a line about how “Oh no, you don’t look pregnant at all; I must have gotten the names confused! I was just going on what I thought I had heard! E told me that someone in the family was pregnant and I was just sure it had been your name! But obviously I just mixed up the names! It was so many people to learn tonight! Oh no, I wasn’t going on how you look at all.”

Thankfully the one cousin immediately began trying to talk through who in the family actually IS pregnant, who I might have “gotten confused” about. She did come up with a name and I was like, “Yes, it was her! Geez, I am so bad with names; I’m so sorry!”

And the not-pregnant cousin was very gracious and just started, sort of, alternating from rushing from person to person saying her goodbyes to assuring me that it was fine and no problem. I was babbling like the village idiot, just trying to get all of the relatives in earshot to understand that I was just bad with names, and did not in fact think that this perfectly not-pregnant woman was FREAKING PREGNANT, oh my god, it’s the worst thing you can say to a woman, oh my god.

I have blown it with E’s whole family now, I am sure. Three hours of behaving myself at the epic dinner, only to have blown it all in the 30 seconds of goodbyes. Shit. I will never be able to sleep tonight. I will beat myself up about this for a week, I’m sure of it. I mean, maybe years from now it will be sort of a funny story, but right now I just want to, like, burn myself in effigy to atone for this.