I know it’s been a little while since I’ve blogged anything. Shit, it’s been a while since I’ve really done anything, period. Ever since the whole business with my brothers dog, I guess I just dropped down into a really freakish depression. Not long after we had Pellet put down, I turned 23 and that’s when shit started going downhill. Mostly, the depression revolved around nightmares centering on death, the deaths of those close to me as well as my own. Freaky, right? See, the dog was pretty far along
with her tumors on her body, and along with everything else, I was in the room with my mom when they put the dog down. Before that, I had never been there when a living being passed on, but that singular event suddenly gave me the terrifying knowledge that I am, indeed, not invincible and everyone’s time is limited. From there, I just became, for the lack of a better word, numb. I didn’t want to work, draw, or really do anything other than sit around and play video games between my zombie droning about at
work and school.

If there is anything about the situation that I can come away with that I’m thankful for, it’d have to be a definitive lock on what I want to do with my life. After years of uncertainty, it took the death of my brother’s dog to really snap me into a solid idea of where I want this life of mine to lead. Short term and long term. Ideally, a degree in animation and visual effects and going on to work in the video game or film industry for the short term, and I’d like to go for a PhD in literature and become
a college professor. I’d say that’s a good plan, right? Pretty fucking far from working at a goddamn Best Buy, huh? Suck on that, Will!

Back to the short term, I’m working on getting my ass on Artist’s Alley at MegaCon. I’m well into layouts on some new prints and I want to make a good impression at this con. I plan making more con appearances and I do hope this will spearhead a nice big move into doing so. Concordantly, the updates to the comic need to continue as well. I’m angry that I haven’t done any comics since I went to AWA, but you have to admit that shit I went through after the dog was quite the mind fuck.

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I’m sitting here in the den of my aunt and uncle’s huge house in Atlanta, happily away from Jacksonville and my job at Best Buy. Somehow I’ve lucked out and got out of working on Black Friday at Best Buy. It’s so fucking awesome that I could get away from Jacksonville and spend some time with members of my family that I don’t normally get to see. My sister came with her family up here and, my dear sweet lord, I don’t know how they could control their daughter. She’s already fallen into the fucking pool, and with
the temperature up here at the low 50s, falling face first into a pool when the pool heater isn’t working, isn’t a good goddamn idea.

I have to go back Saturday because I’m scheduled Sunday morning. I’d love to stay longer, but a few more days with my family can be happily sacrificed in lieu of needing to search for a fucking job. Especially now. I may hate my job, but at least I recognize that I need to keep that fucking time waster until I’m ready to move into the next phase of my education.

All in all, I’m glad I got out and lived outside of my usual shell. It’s refreshing. I hope everyone else has a great Thanksgiving.

argo. (mtc)