I don’t always have much luck with this particular method, but apparently what it took to shake off several days’ worth of deep blue funk was to hunker down and get some creative work done. What this means for you is that Year Four of Quacked Panes kicks off Monday, both comics for next week are already queued, and I whipped up a new banner image.
Considering that I was starting to worry that I’d lost my webcomic mojo, this makes me feel much better about things…
I took the camera to Advance Camera out in Beaverton for a cleaning a couple weeks ago, and now that it’s back I’ve decided to take some pictures that include some nice blue sky, since I no longer have to worry about “Photoshopping” away the smudges that kept showing up.
What I want to know is, who looks at a fenced in area and says, “You know what? That needs to be fenced in.”
(It’s probably because they don’t want horses jumping out and running into the new road alongside the Washington County Fairgrounds. But why should I let a good, practical answer get in the way of a joke?)
I’ve often said that I should hire myself out to organizations, advertising agencies, or major corporations to vet their proposed media campaigns, domain name choices and so forth. The deal is simple: If at any point in your presentation I start to giggle like a teenaged schoolboy caught looking at naughty pictures, you should rethink your strategy. Here’s an example, and if you’re averse to a certain… ah… kind of language I recommend that you stop reading and go look at disapproving rabbits or something instead.
So! What crosses your mind when you see the following domain name?
cumcpdx.org
Don’t worry, it’s actually safe for work. I’m not linking to them because I’d rather not have someone checking their referer logs and coming (ahem) after me for what could be considered a bit of mockery.
And if you don’t understand why all the fuss… congratulations, you’re probably a nice, normal, well-adjusted person. What’s that like, by the way…?
I spent all day Sunday in what felt like a sleep-deprived fog, even though I slept reasonably well Saturday night. I figured something must have gone awry during the night. This morning, as I tried to prepare for my work day, I found out what. And promptly notified my boss that I’d be staying home for the day on account of not being able to keep my insides inside.
I then curled right back up in bed and slept for another five hours, racking up nearly twelve hours of sleep. Now, I don’t sleep during daylight or with loud noises outside very well, so that tells me something about the state of my body right there. Also? I didn’t even feel properly hungry until almost 3pm.
About which, by the way: Eating some cheese & crackers didn’t go quite as well as I’d hoped. More’s the pity.
Later I’ll be trying some ramen noodles and passing the time watching bad movies or something along those lines. I can’t concentrate well enough to read a good book (again, more’s the pity) nor handle three-dee activities like (for instance) most video games. I don’t get bored, but I am annoyed that my go-to “leisure” activities are denied me today. I’ll manage, though. I always do. (Hello, MediaMonkey and my 60-gigabyte music library!)
At least the rain has scoured much of the pollen & other allergens from the Portland air. For this, I am grateful.
And now for a 180-degree snap turn in tone and mood, I present you… rubber ducks being launched from a barrel.
As space programs go, it’s a bit in the early stages, admittedly.
Among the things I expected when I awoke this morning, such as “oh crap I don’t want to deal with Monday” and “I hate the onset of summer weather,” I didn’t count a strong bout of “but what do you bring to the table, really?”
Especially when I’m not sure I bring anything to the table. Ever feel like you’re just a space filler?
I need my camera back so I can get cracking on more comics. At least then I’ll be making something.
