24Seven vol.2 release party. Capping off the night with robots and OPEN BAR (that I will be needing desperately considering the kind of day I’ve had). Today has been nothing but a shit day (well, honestly, a shit week) starting with almost not wanting to come to work because I couldn’t roll myself out of bed. I also just received news that Shadowline is passing on my graphic novel. That’s alright though, Kris (as drawn by The Mike Wieringo), did nothing but help me grow as a person and as a writer and I thank both her and Jimmy V in giving me this opportunity.
SHIT WEEK CONTINUES: The Comics world was literally kicked in stomach this week with the death of Mike Wieringo. I feel like saying the entire comic book world is bleeding from an open wound with Mike’s death. Both professional and fanboy (and girl) alike are crying openly regarding this. From Abhay Khosla, to Tom Breevort, to Jeff Parker, to whole message boards. I don’t want to weight down this post by the sadness that is being expressed all over the place to Ringo passing on, but to say that it doesn’t contribute to the shit week its been would be immature of me. The great ability Ringo put into his work, and the great opinion and thoughts he always had on things makes me wish that I had actually met this obviously awesome guy. I’m sorry to see him go, because I started off my days with my coffee, my Badly Drawn Boy playing and his (almost) daily art posts. I’m confirmed in my belief that it was always the right way to start off a day.
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WORK SHIT WEEK: Enter numbers, enter numbers, cut and paste, cut and paste, fax and phone call. I just love administrative jobs, as Keith from AKQA said the last time we hung out, “What a waste of talent.” I simply have to agree with him. This is an immense waste of my time and it drains so much out of me. Everyday I’m inches away from losing the will to continue to show up here, and I’ve only been here for two months. Though I think I’ve got a great plan ahead of me. I use that energy that makes me hate the situation I’m currently in to push me forward; to create drive to do something better with my life. Instead of collapsing and thinking about dying every night when I get back from this sack of human shit pile of a nine-to-five job, I use that to work towards doing something better than listening to piece of shit Long Island Jewish American Princes carry on about their Mets. This is another thing I’ve observed in my almost three years of living in NYC, that Mets fans are generally pushy assholes who have no respect for others. It was always something that was in the back of my head, but having come to work here now (and most of the office being Mets fans) it’s really come to the front of my mind. For example, the Head Honcho today was giving shit to the Iranian and insulting him to the entire office by telling him to fuck off and go watch his Yankees. The Head Honcho, I’m convinced, came out of the womb with Asshole tattooed on his head.
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On a brighter note, BT just emailed in that fellow Bona alum, Mike Farrell has published his first novel about the dues we all pay post-college. Sound familiar? Yeah that’s pretty much what I’ve been writing about for what seems like years now. So go support Mike and order Running With Buffalo.
