Monday, Mar. 28, 2005 - 5:29 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Colored Spots on a Colored Egg Day
OK I totally got to get to bed.
I got all the greytones done on the South Korea books... and I still haven't finished the colors though... I have to finish all the colors tomorrow (Monday) and then do all the pencil lines, do white touchups, put on tracing paper protective overlays, scan in most of them etc... and I have to run to the copycenter Tues morning to get them copied (so I will know what colors i made for the next four books with the same characters), wrap them up and send them on Tuesday to South Korea...
oooo I have such a RELAXING easter weekend. ha
If the store wasn't closed tonight at 9pm when I went to buy doggy poopybags (I use them little sandwich bags for the non-major poopies cuz they take up less space than shopping or breadbags), I could almost forget it was Easter.
Here in my neighborhood in this one-time Roman Catholic bastion, it seems no one celebrates easter, ok some chocolate-buying. But most shops aren't even closed. The coffeeshop has its regular hours. Very weird.
How can I feel virtuous for working through the holidays if no one takes holidays? Though they keep announcing "this holiday weekend" on the radio. As if. And they keep talking about how the Pope came to the window at St. Peter's and they put a microphone and he couldn't make a single word.
I don't know. When I am old and sick, I don't want to be exposed to such a shameful parade as that. Hundreds of thousands of people watching me worldwide... the microphone there so they can hear every gasping wheezing last breath, and I cannot even say "amen" or something. Dang.
Just let me go in peace I tellya.
OK. So the pope is done. Though I have no idea why they are saying there is a parallel to this throat illness fiasco of a coddled octogenarian and the suffering of Christ on the cross. Hell, you'd have to drag him barefoot and bleeding through the streets and nail him up naked above all them adoring people for there to be ANY comparison.
You know, if I were one of the other hundreds of thieves, murderers, bandits and whatnot that were also suffering nailed up on crosses next to Jesus, I'd be pretty peeved that my suffering was forgotten probably as it happened, whereas everyone is crying tears for someone who was immortal AND resurrected who went through the same thing as me.
It is kind of like crying for Bush in the army I tellya. I mean, hello? If Christ is everliving, how was his suffering anything but a blip on his agenda? He had the big daddy to make sure that he got the cushy job for eternity and is beloved etc etc etc sitting in heaven up there, while every working stiff that had to suffer the same fate just rotted in the ground. Most of them couldn't even EVER be saved or resurrected, they probably had not even heard the "good word"... esp since Christ himself at that point didn't even know what was on supposedly.
Just goes to show how there ain't no equality on earth or in heaven non plus. Jeesh. Mommy's boy.
OK, here are some of the images I've been working on. You can see how they are all simple and like. To tell ya the truth, the one-pager with the headshots of the individuals is what I was sent as a sample of the work I would do. Compare that to the complexity of the rest of it. Jeesh.
All Images COPYRIGHT 2005 WENCH77 eh!!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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