Noir

Wish everything I draw would stop talking back

Black paper(s) and blue lead courtesy of Pauline, whom I could trust to get me a mechanical pencil with something extra thrown along. Cheers, chum!

Couldn’t have asked for a better birthday celebration; great food, great company, a gaming session somewhere, some great news given and amazing, utterly amazing gifts only these fantastic friends could’ve gotten me.

Pauline already gave me Noir paper with a pencil. The guys rounded up and got me Shaun Tan’s The Arrival.

"Oh my God... you're a... goat?"

Which is this downright beautiful, phantasmagorical, delicious and wondrous graphic novel with no words and the most amazing art ever. I’ve been drooling over it the first time I ever saw it on Borders. Now I drool over it in the room with a bucket and a mop to clean up after.

Thank you, guys.

And I couldn’t do it enough times, so I’ll do it once here and do it again and again silently, in case you guys started calling the mental asylum, which you guys probably already have on speed dial, being friends with me.

But seriously; thanks guys =).

An update on life so far, both good and bad:

1) I bought the PS3. Along with it I got Uncharted 2 and Killzone 2. It has now gotten me addicted to HD.

2) The same night I hooked up the PS3, the modem and router fried. It cost me Final Fantasy 13 to get a new set.

3) I have a hole in my car now. Something stupidly parking beside a truck gave. The back door’s jammed and rust has worrisomely settled now. This would cost me God of War 3, Assassin’s Creed 2 and just about 10 other games to get fixed.

4) Reading Un Lun Dun by China Miéville, which is interestingly bizarre and, from where I am now, an example of how to subvert common story tropes as you go.

5) I haven’t counted the fact that I still have a new set of rims to buy. I think I might just have to sell the PS3

5) Because it went down to as low as 30 bucks, I bought Mirrormask: The Illustrated Film Script of the Motion Picture, so I can ogle at Dave McKean’s storyboard and read Neil Gaiman’s scripting. (Right when you needed the cash? Shame on you. Shame on you.)

Everything else is fine. And today I get to see my dad holding up to his principles and become a badass, not that he’s already one anyway.

*****

Strange that when I laid it all down on a list, it felt so distant and dull and insignificant. A week ago it seemed like every night lasted long and unfulfilling having to figure out how to make things right.

I suppose that - now that it has come to this point in time - it’s oddly therapeutic.

Maybe it’s the way the mind works. When it stopped getting confused, when everything is laid down in order and the appropriate plan of action allocated accordingly, it can go to ease.

Sounds like it could be worked into a book. A List of Problems; The Single Best Way to Cope with Stress, Worry and Depression.

Gnite folks.