nowhere to be found
my DON'T PANIC button, that is.
due to stupid superbowl sunday, productions for the guardians is moved ahead to saturday. which means that now i have to have a strip done by saturday afternoon, and i'm entirely out of ideas.
if writers get stuck with writer's blocks, artists get stuck with artist's blocks, and scientists get stuck every two minutes or so, i get stuck with the lack of ideas. on better days, i get stuck with the lack of funny ideas, but today i can't even come up with ANY idea. i think it's the lack of sleep combined with the continous hours of studying i've done in the past few days. all work and no play makes e1n a dull boy.
sam and his dad went to mexico yesterday on a business/pleasure trip. both aspects are probably true for his dad, but for sam i believe it would be entirely pleasure. the only business involved would be if he had to pay someone to give him some sort of pleasure. remember, sam: play it safe, don't do anything stupid, and don't die. this is not hongkong.
ayumi hamasaki's HEAVEN is playing on my ipod right now. it has never failed to fill up my mind entirely with black and white portraits of ayumi in that underground subway station. when that happens, however, i have problems thinking and doing what i'm doing, which is probably the reason why it took me about the entire length of the song (4:19) to finish just this one paragraph.
currently sitting at roundtable, eating lunch while watching serie A game between lecce and intermilan. i've been here for the past hour and everytime i look up from my powerbook screen onto the TV, all i've been seeing is someone getting carded, getting treated for injuries, free-kicks, throw-ins, goal-kicks, and other dead balls situation. never once in the past hour there had been one instance where i saw the ball moving except for when the replay was on. there was a stereotype that serie A is boring because the flow of game stops every twenty-seconds... let me rephrase that. there was a stereotype that serie A is boring because the game does not flow at all since it stops every twenty-seconds due to fouls or ball out of play that i refused to believe. it is therefore once again proven that stereotypes exist because they are true, or used to be true for a significant period of time in the past. people are not THAT creative.
one midterm down, no more to go. branson's quantum class only has takehome exam, which would be bad, but at least i get to do it at home, probably while watching monk or quantum leap.
i just looked up again and there was a replay on a goal for intermilan, scored by the used-to-be-famous portugal dude, luis figo. i looked up again and someone from lecce got red-carded. still no ball movement for me. this is ridiculous. they might as well be playing rugby and no one would be able to tell the difference.
*looked up*
foul again, i'm going to give up and go to class. screw this.
due to stupid superbowl sunday, productions for the guardians is moved ahead to saturday. which means that now i have to have a strip done by saturday afternoon, and i'm entirely out of ideas.
if writers get stuck with writer's blocks, artists get stuck with artist's blocks, and scientists get stuck every two minutes or so, i get stuck with the lack of ideas. on better days, i get stuck with the lack of funny ideas, but today i can't even come up with ANY idea. i think it's the lack of sleep combined with the continous hours of studying i've done in the past few days. all work and no play makes e1n a dull boy.
sam and his dad went to mexico yesterday on a business/pleasure trip. both aspects are probably true for his dad, but for sam i believe it would be entirely pleasure. the only business involved would be if he had to pay someone to give him some sort of pleasure. remember, sam: play it safe, don't do anything stupid, and don't die. this is not hongkong.
ayumi hamasaki's HEAVEN is playing on my ipod right now. it has never failed to fill up my mind entirely with black and white portraits of ayumi in that underground subway station. when that happens, however, i have problems thinking and doing what i'm doing, which is probably the reason why it took me about the entire length of the song (4:19) to finish just this one paragraph.
currently sitting at roundtable, eating lunch while watching serie A game between lecce and intermilan. i've been here for the past hour and everytime i look up from my powerbook screen onto the TV, all i've been seeing is someone getting carded, getting treated for injuries, free-kicks, throw-ins, goal-kicks, and other dead balls situation. never once in the past hour there had been one instance where i saw the ball moving except for when the replay was on. there was a stereotype that serie A is boring because the flow of game stops every twenty-seconds... let me rephrase that. there was a stereotype that serie A is boring because the game does not flow at all since it stops every twenty-seconds due to fouls or ball out of play that i refused to believe. it is therefore once again proven that stereotypes exist because they are true, or used to be true for a significant period of time in the past. people are not THAT creative.
one midterm down, no more to go. branson's quantum class only has takehome exam, which would be bad, but at least i get to do it at home, probably while watching monk or quantum leap.
i just looked up again and there was a replay on a goal for intermilan, scored by the used-to-be-famous portugal dude, luis figo. i looked up again and someone from lecce got red-carded. still no ball movement for me. this is ridiculous. they might as well be playing rugby and no one would be able to tell the difference.
*looked up*
foul again, i'm going to give up and go to class. screw this.