I broke down and got a Twitter account. Why? I don't know. My name on there is,
NotoriousRED.
Get it?
Hahahahaha.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Alrighty then...
So...
Luckily this week has started to get moar betterer than it was from my previous post. Thanks to a little introspection, talking with a couple of coworkers, and some advisory kickassery from former LA Derby Doll Kid Vicious, I think I've found some temporary coping mechanisms to get my brain a-thinkin' in a more positive direction.
A little non-brain-using work is also helpful.
Below is the result of a quick night's work of making Notorious, the spray I use on my pads to help prevent them from stinking to high heaven and back several times over. This has been a very minor league side project of mine...I first started making this stuff for post-jogging relaxation on me feets over seven years ago. At some point I started spraying it on my pads after skating. It's a well-known fact that the only athlete that smells worse than a roller derby skater is a hockey player, hence the need for such a spray on one's pads.
From there, it's become almost a heroin-esque product within the LA Derby Dolls. I sell bottles of the stuff. When buyers need a refill, I have them give me the bottle to reuse, to help minimize waste. HOW CONSCIENTIOUS OF ME.
But...it sells. Which is good.
Not what I intended on being known for or being in demand for...but I gotta take what I can get, I guess.
Anyway, here is photographic record of me making a decent-sized batch of Notorious to sell at Rollercon this weekend:
33 bottles of Notorious is now ready to be sprung into the wider derby community. We'll how it sells!
Luckily this week has started to get moar betterer than it was from my previous post. Thanks to a little introspection, talking with a couple of coworkers, and some advisory kickassery from former LA Derby Doll Kid Vicious, I think I've found some temporary coping mechanisms to get my brain a-thinkin' in a more positive direction.
A little non-brain-using work is also helpful.
Below is the result of a quick night's work of making Notorious, the spray I use on my pads to help prevent them from stinking to high heaven and back several times over. This has been a very minor league side project of mine...I first started making this stuff for post-jogging relaxation on me feets over seven years ago. At some point I started spraying it on my pads after skating. It's a well-known fact that the only athlete that smells worse than a roller derby skater is a hockey player, hence the need for such a spray on one's pads.
From there, it's become almost a heroin-esque product within the LA Derby Dolls. I sell bottles of the stuff. When buyers need a refill, I have them give me the bottle to reuse, to help minimize waste. HOW CONSCIENTIOUS OF ME.
But...it sells. Which is good.
Not what I intended on being known for or being in demand for...but I gotta take what I can get, I guess.
Anyway, here is photographic record of me making a decent-sized batch of Notorious to sell at Rollercon this weekend:
33 bottles of Notorious is now ready to be sprung into the wider derby community. We'll how it sells!
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Grind
After spending a very tiring weekend in San Diego for Comic Con, I'm back home and back in the grind.
Along with the grind comes a lot of frustration about...everything.
Work, stability at work, ability to do the work, spending so much time at work, not being able to get to know people that I haven't worked with before at work, trying to sneak in derby emails while working, looking at derby schedules, new derby protocols, derby planning, derby discussions, and derby derby goddam derby.
I'm about to start a lovely burnout run that will go on until October, unless I either get shitcanned off the job or I quit half my derby responsibilities. None of these options sound very fun.
I feel very stagnant in my life right now. Nothing seems to be moving forward; I feel that I'm struggling to keep a status quo that is slipping away into the ether. But I don't have a lot of time to sit and come up with an Alternative Plan For My Life. Hell, when I did have time to come up with such a plan, I procrastinated like an asshole.
So I'm essentially backed into a corner of my own doing.
But...what would I do with myself if I didn't do derby and animation? Could I eke out a living doing my own art, even though I'm THE WORST salesperson for myself EVAR?
While I ponder my life falling apart, enjoy the photos of the cute animals.
Along with the grind comes a lot of frustration about...everything.
Work, stability at work, ability to do the work, spending so much time at work, not being able to get to know people that I haven't worked with before at work, trying to sneak in derby emails while working, looking at derby schedules, new derby protocols, derby planning, derby discussions, and derby derby goddam derby.
I'm about to start a lovely burnout run that will go on until October, unless I either get shitcanned off the job or I quit half my derby responsibilities. None of these options sound very fun.
I feel very stagnant in my life right now. Nothing seems to be moving forward; I feel that I'm struggling to keep a status quo that is slipping away into the ether. But I don't have a lot of time to sit and come up with an Alternative Plan For My Life. Hell, when I did have time to come up with such a plan, I procrastinated like an asshole.
So I'm essentially backed into a corner of my own doing.
But...what would I do with myself if I didn't do derby and animation? Could I eke out a living doing my own art, even though I'm THE WORST salesperson for myself EVAR?
While I ponder my life falling apart, enjoy the photos of the cute animals.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Debbie Downer
I've been feeling ill all weekend.
Which sucks for so many reasons, the foremost being that I should've used some of that sick time to get work done over the weekend, but there was NO WAY I would've accomplished anything while feeling crapacious in Borebank during the summer when there's NO AIR CONDITIONING. Blargh.
So I stayed on the Westside and figured out a last-minute Comic Con booth babe outfit and slept incessantly. I now think my "illness" was my body rebelling against the stress I've been piling on since I started the New Job. I now can only hope to survive until October with both sanity and body somewhat intact.
To top off this weekend of blah, I heard that the Disney artist I donated platelets for died over the weekend.
GODAMMIT.
While I finish out the weekend in sleep-filled anger, enjoy these random photos:
Which sucks for so many reasons, the foremost being that I should've used some of that sick time to get work done over the weekend, but there was NO WAY I would've accomplished anything while feeling crapacious in Borebank during the summer when there's NO AIR CONDITIONING. Blargh.
So I stayed on the Westside and figured out a last-minute Comic Con booth babe outfit and slept incessantly. I now think my "illness" was my body rebelling against the stress I've been piling on since I started the New Job. I now can only hope to survive until October with both sanity and body somewhat intact.
To top off this weekend of blah, I heard that the Disney artist I donated platelets for died over the weekend.
While I finish out the weekend in sleep-filled anger, enjoy these random photos:
Monday, July 12, 2010
Ugh...
Today is a two-parter...
Work is still stressing me out. I suppose it'll continue to do so for awhile. I haven't been able to relax and just do what I can do, if that makes any sense.
On top of just the work load, I'm feeling very...awkward around a particular individual at work. I don't directly work for this person, but they're in the same general director's offices/storyboard artist cubicle area as myself. I've worked on some the same shows as this person in the past, and failed to introduce myself to them because of said awkwardness. They really put on an air of NOT WANTING TO BE BOTHERED BY THE LIKES OF ME. The awkward part is that apparently this air only applies to me; this person is very nice and friendly to just about everyone else. I'll say hello to this person as we pass each other in the hall...they almost never respond. We have mutual friends and acquaintances, and they all think this person is great in both talent and personality.
So...how do I deal with this?
If it were derby, it'd be comparitively easy...due to close physical proximity and getting the chance to hit the bejeezus out of each other to get out aggression and figure out a groove of where the other person is coming from, a relationship has to be forged where we have to work together to get shit done. Due to being required to work together, we'd find some sort of common ground to work with and not be too annoyed by it at worst, and be friends at best.
But this? I'm already in Full Tilt Awkward And OMG Am I Still In High School? Mode to go up to this person and say, "You know, it's so weird we've never really talked...how you doin'?" because I imagine this person would ignore me or be snide or say nothing is wrong yet the behavior would continue, which would not only make me continue to feel awkward, but then I'd feel like a bigger loser than I already am.
I'm supposed to be a grown up about this type of thing, but I sure as hell don't feel like one.
UGH. I DON'T NEED THIS.
Now let's move on to squeamish...
Apparently last night Kitty got into a fight with a possum over cat food that's left out for Kitty, Blue, and Scaredy Cat to munch on at their leisure. It was a serious enough fight, the Dear Husband went out to the back porch to see what was going on, and was confronted with a very angry Kitty and a very scared possum. Kitty usually is so mellow with us, but mid-fight? He'll cut you. Or at least growl at you.
I missed all that, as I was sleeping and having panicky dreams about work.
This morning as I was on my way out for an early-morning bicycle ride, I look down and see:
What the what?
Oh, a mouse. Missing its hind legs:
Strangely enough, Kitty wasn't around to prance proudly as I muttered under my breath about dumb cats and poor vermin and damn this thing is stiff as a board and yuck! as I scooped up the little corpse into a couple of plastic bags and placed it into the trash bin(thank goodness today was Trash Day!). Of course I would've petted him and told him how awesome he was if he were around.
At least his job is easy.
Work is still stressing me out. I suppose it'll continue to do so for awhile. I haven't been able to relax and just do what I can do, if that makes any sense.
On top of just the work load, I'm feeling very...awkward around a particular individual at work. I don't directly work for this person, but they're in the same general director's offices/storyboard artist cubicle area as myself. I've worked on some the same shows as this person in the past, and failed to introduce myself to them because of said awkwardness. They really put on an air of NOT WANTING TO BE BOTHERED BY THE LIKES OF ME. The awkward part is that apparently this air only applies to me; this person is very nice and friendly to just about everyone else. I'll say hello to this person as we pass each other in the hall...they almost never respond. We have mutual friends and acquaintances, and they all think this person is great in both talent and personality.
So...how do I deal with this?
If it were derby, it'd be comparitively easy...due to close physical proximity and getting the chance to hit the bejeezus out of each other to get out aggression and figure out a groove of where the other person is coming from, a relationship has to be forged where we have to work together to get shit done. Due to being required to work together, we'd find some sort of common ground to work with and not be too annoyed by it at worst, and be friends at best.
But this? I'm already in Full Tilt Awkward And OMG Am I Still In High School? Mode to go up to this person and say, "You know, it's so weird we've never really talked...how you doin'?" because I imagine this person would ignore me or be snide or say nothing is wrong yet the behavior would continue, which would not only make me continue to feel awkward, but then I'd feel like a bigger loser than I already am.
I'm supposed to be a grown up about this type of thing, but I sure as hell don't feel like one.
UGH. I DON'T NEED THIS.
Now let's move on to squeamish...
Apparently last night Kitty got into a fight with a possum over cat food that's left out for Kitty, Blue, and Scaredy Cat to munch on at their leisure. It was a serious enough fight, the Dear Husband went out to the back porch to see what was going on, and was confronted with a very angry Kitty and a very scared possum. Kitty usually is so mellow with us, but mid-fight? He'll cut you. Or at least growl at you.
I missed all that, as I was sleeping and having panicky dreams about work.
This morning as I was on my way out for an early-morning bicycle ride, I look down and see:
What the what?
Oh, a mouse. Missing its hind legs:
Strangely enough, Kitty wasn't around to prance proudly as I muttered under my breath about dumb cats and poor vermin and damn this thing is stiff as a board and yuck! as I scooped up the little corpse into a couple of plastic bags and placed it into the trash bin(thank goodness today was Trash Day!). Of course I would've petted him and told him how awesome he was if he were around.
At least his job is easy.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Farting Around
Work is...WORK. My god, it's taken over my entire existence.
Thank goodness for derby hiatus. Of sorts...
Here's the kinda-rough-but-mostly done artwork for next year's March RADness training camp. Feel free to mark your calendars now:
I'm exhausted...and I have to go to work. And not in an Ulla from The Producers type of way.
Thank goodness for derby hiatus. Of sorts...
Here's the kinda-rough-but-mostly done artwork for next year's March RADness training camp. Feel free to mark your calendars now:
I'm exhausted...and I have to go to work. And not in an Ulla from The Producers type of way.
Monday, July 05, 2010
BWAHAHAHAHAHA
Just so you know, GirlsDrawinGirls is having an art opening this coming Friday at the TAG gallery in lovely Borebank.
But that's not the funny part.
TAG made a nice post about the show on their blog, and some of the comments both amaze me and make me wonder just how uptight our society is getting when people take offense to the drawing for the poster. Since when do only prepubescent boys draw cute nude women?!
But that's not the funny part.
TAG made a nice post about the show on their blog, and some of the comments both amaze me and make me wonder just how uptight our society is getting when people take offense to the drawing for the poster. Since when do only prepubescent boys draw cute nude women?!
Sunday, July 04, 2010
DNN Heckling
Some of my best friends also happen to be some of the best the best hecklers:
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Friday, July 02, 2010
OK...
Doing better today.
Yay.
But I REALLY fucking hate the new photo uploader here on blogspot. Can't edit worth a damn. But here are some fun photos from Battle on the Bank III last weekend in San Diego. Soooooooooooo much fun! And yes, I jammed. Once. And got heckled MIGHTILY for it by the online announcers. Don't believe me? Watch the game here and prepare to be amused. It was the most fun game of the weekend, and it showed.
Oh, and I caused not one, but two medical call-offs in the game against TXRD on Sunday. You can check out that game here, here and here. That game was also a first for me...I got threatened with expulsion for "pulling down a skater". Which wasn't quite the case. TXRD jammer comes up, I hit her to the high side. She goes falling towards the kickrail, looking like she's going to fly off the track. She grabbed my hand, I grabbed hers. It was definitely mutual, but the refs only see my fat hand. So I got a penalty and a Very Stern Warning. Harrumph. As if I need to grab anyone to take 'em down.
Anyway, I must go take down the work demons now. Enjoy the pix from Stalkerazzi:
Yay.
But I REALLY fucking hate the new photo uploader here on blogspot. Can't edit worth a damn. But here are some fun photos from Battle on the Bank III last weekend in San Diego. Soooooooooooo much fun! And yes, I jammed. Once. And got heckled MIGHTILY for it by the online announcers. Don't believe me? Watch the game here and prepare to be amused. It was the most fun game of the weekend, and it showed.
Oh, and I caused not one, but two medical call-offs in the game against TXRD on Sunday. You can check out that game here, here and here. That game was also a first for me...I got threatened with expulsion for "pulling down a skater". Which wasn't quite the case. TXRD jammer comes up, I hit her to the high side. She goes falling towards the kickrail, looking like she's going to fly off the track. She grabbed my hand, I grabbed hers. It was definitely mutual, but the refs only see my fat hand. So I got a penalty and a Very Stern Warning. Harrumph. As if I need to grab anyone to take 'em down.
Anyway, I must go take down the work demons now. Enjoy the pix from Stalkerazzi:
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