Lump Sum

Today I had a meeting with my academic advisor (who is also a lecturer in my studio). Basically it was a chance for her to say "You're off to a good start but could you actually make something now?" I was ready for this and I got to tell exciting tales of my work plans over the next couple days. She was excited. So that area of my work seems to be getting a bit more attention at the moment, which is good for it. But I can't neglect this other assignment I have to do. Basically the answer is that I need to spend a lot more time at uni, instead of bludging at home which is fine since I haven't exactly been enjoying the bludging as much as I should be. I just don't know if I can be arsed really - that's the problem. My art teacher in high school once told me I had a serious case of the "can't be bothered's". She wasn't like a doctor or anything but the diagnosis is still apt.

I started reading a few new webcomics this afternoon. Specifically, On the Rocks, Killer Robots and Toyzville. Of the three Killer Robots is the only one to really tickle my fancy. The other two are ok, but not really worth reading in my opinion. Killer Robots started off slow but it's getting better. (Reading a couple of good strips in a row is actually what provoked this blog post).

I also had a look at the wannabe webcomic reviews over at Fleen. Some of them are ok, and some of them are not so ok. While the standard of writing is mostly decent they're generally pretty boring and if any of them had a site I probably wouldn't bother checking back regular. Or maybe I would, I think I subscribe to a few pretty boring review sites at the moment. But then I also think I don't write particularly interesting reviews myself. That could be extended to my general posting not being all that exciting. Maybe I should push myself to write better? I think the problem is that for a while I was making an effort to post regular and lately I've been making an effort to post at all. In any case, the welcome page for Canadian Creation Myth was amusing.

Also we (Femme Brulee, Pesto and I) played more pool the other day. The standard was embarrassingly bad overall. Except that we weren't embarrassed. It was funny watching people get bored and annoyed waiting for us to hurry up and win already so they could have the table (fuck them). Then later Femme Brulee fell asleep in the soft chairs and I was reprimanded by one of the Gorillas for making myself comfortable in the pub. I didn't realise I was sitting in the no-slouching area...

I noticed a link to writing prompts which reminded me that I've been trying to write more stuff of late. But haven't actually. I was looking at the prompts thinking that they couldn't solve the underlying problems behind my cranky mood with writing, but then one of the prompts gave me a little idea. So I ran with it. Well... walked with it, I was pretty lazy in the way I wrote this. I really just wanted to get to the end part - the idea part.

He had noticed her on the first day, watching him from across the class room. Their eyes met for a brief moment before they both turned away. After that they took turns looking at each other, every now and then making eye contact before succumbing again to shyness. The busy activities of the class meant that they couldn’t talk, but he made his way through the room to sit next to her anyway. They worked on their projects side by side, still sharing the occasional sidelong glance. He was watching her hands now, as they moved and worked. They brushed against his, provoking a nervous smile.

After class she stopped outside to wait for him and he smiled as he saw her. “My name is Sam-” she began, “SLUT-FIEND!” he roared in her face. She turned and ran, stumbling in terror. “No, stop!” He called after her. But it was too late, the damage was done.

Fucking Tourette’s.