I've been off and on about Doing Useful Stuff. I certainly could be more useful than I have been, but I've been taking funemployment a little too seriously.
The one Actually Useful Thing I'm doing is going to donate platelets tomorrow for an animator named Pres Romanillos. He's worked on a lot of features and is battling leukemia. While he's waiting for a second bone marrow transplant(he's on go-around numero two-o with the leukemia), he's in need of blood and platelet donations. The animation union is even doing an art show/silent auction to help cover his medical costs since his life savings were wiped out when this happened the first time.
The thing is, I don't know this dude. Never met him, never heard of him until this. I've donated platelets twice before in my life through the Red Cross, and I hated it each time. It was most likely because during the two hours it takes to gather the platelets from my blood, I watched movies that are not good donation-themed romps. The first time I watched Million Dollar Baby, and the second was Igby Goes Down. See what I mean?
So...why now? Because I should. Hard to explain exactly, because it's not like I'm feeling obligated to someone I don't know, but I just...should. It's literally the least yet best I can do. Animation has been a shitty business to be in for the past few years, and doing something nice for someone else is a heartening change of pace. Donating money while funemployed isn't in the cards. Donating my own art is useless and I don't have other art to donate to the silent auction. I can't donate blood because I'm a different blood type than what's needed, so that leaves platelets.
As an added bonus, I get to take the murdersickle to Duarte for this. GODDAM, WHAT A NICE PERSON I AM.
I keed, I keed.
In the meantime, here's another doodle. I'm so fucking proud of myself for continuing to fucking draw. Maybe one of these days I'll get good at it.