Monday, Jun. 21, 2004 - 11:12 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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I think work is a good remedy for headache, aching joints, heavy eyes, sore throat and cold chills, don't you?
11:52 ps.Another little piece of wisdom. If you put two garden hoses together that run through your kitchen, and they don't leak at the joint the first time you use it, doesn't mean it won't leak after you take it apart and put them back together the same way. Also water runs downhill to the most annoying spot.
Remember on my "to do" list there was "buy quarterround for under the kitchen cupboards along the floor, and install it with sealant" well, it is still on the to-do list. And the water is in the basement. yup.
Back to my home remedy for aching muscles and cold chills. tah all.
2:07am Well it is going to be a blogging night. I'm feeling productive though shitty. I really really want to lie down again, but my head seems to be working despite all the physical crottiness.
I am happy to say that 15 minutes ago I faxed all the remaining sketches for the Soccer Kid book. Yay. I told the woman by Wednesday, so she should be happy that they will be there when she goes in Tuesday morning. That is a big weight off me, since now I can totally concentrate on finishing up the Far North book.
And THAT would be mostly done but I have to of course make more work for myself. The front cover is supposed to be this inuit kid with a suitcase looking up at a huge willow tree over which the text of the title will be printed. But it is virtually the same view of one of the inside drawings, which I have colored in, and the colors are rather dull, no sort of sad. Blacks and greys and a few greens.
Now this is planned. I want to show him stuck in this window in the city surrounded by iron fences, some greenery (but no flowers) and stone masonry walls. So that they when the kids turn the page and see the image of the kids running around free in nature with flowers and no buildings, no walls, no concrete, no fences, it is a real contrast.
So what is the problem you say? Well, the front cover should be attractive and draw you in so you WANT the book. Punchy and cheerful, or at least grabbing you. Now you see that this is the OPPOSITE of what I was going for in the coloring of the same location on the first page. Problemo.
So now, when I should be just finishing up the coloring in, I am proposing new cover ideas to the author and editor. I shouldve just shut up and colored it. glll. The author has some totally eroneous idea of what the book is about (she was inspired by a real event, a tragedy up north)... she doesn't want a cheery cover with lots of elements since it will take away from the impact of the event. Duh? You have seen the pictures! The story in her HEAD may be about the event, but the story on paper that I have read and illustrated, is about a little boy sitting in a basement observing all sorts of things from flowers, to hummingbirds, trees, to dogs, stars to kittens he mistakes for lemmings. Really. Every page has drawings about another topic. I should know. I researched the images. I have piles of books on the floor around me. But NOTHING about this horrid tragic event.
So at one point the kid DOES go to sleep in this new city environment and dreams of an avalanche. His mom soothes him.
But at no time before during or after that one avalanche drawing, does he talk about the event, remember it, worry about avalanches, have his mom mention the event etc. I assumed it was just a nightmare, like your house burning down, when you are little.
So me, and the editor want to put a cover that goes with all these things from flowers to kittens that he discovers, and the author doesnt like it. Oh poop and fish
Well, we have concocted an idea, and so I have to draw it, and it has to convince the author AND it better well sell, hehe.
But this will add another two or three days of work onto my contract. poop and scoop. But at least the rest of it will go out Wednesday.
Here in Quebec we are starting the marathon of days off... the 24th (Thursday) is St-Jean Baptiste's day, so everything is closed. Sort of a French Canadian national holiday. I don't know if things are open the 25th, Friday. Then the weekend. Everyone is out of the office. Then Thurs next is Canada Day, and then another weekend. It is very difficult to work with people during this time of year. They are always out of the office early, or leaving for the cottage, or whatnot. But of course STILL want me to be in my office working for them, meeting their deadlines. hehe. Sort of the same thing as Christmas and Easter.
I was at Chaosdaily's and all I got was this silly quiz:
Well, I actually do eat those chocolate bars (easy to let pieces melt in your mouth with a hot drink over four hours of working), but I don't think I am much LIKE a hershey bar.
Cailliath interestingly enough is totally bothered by random google people reading her diary. I love it. I mean, they probably don't know me from a hole in the ground, so what do I have to hide? And they will either be entertained, informed, or run up against ME ME ME when they are googling "Paris Hilon" and "young & naked". Those two phrases are CONSISTENTLY my highest google referals. Weird. Other ones today: "passive aggressive boyfriends", "Telus pig & pictures", "michael manning pics", "drag ball pics", "thigh-high rain boots", "stephen harper religion", "The man without a past". I often get "Kristyn Dunnion" as well, who is a kickass illustrator art person I have crossed life paths with at several reprises. No, I don't know where she is now.
But you gotta admit that is a pretty fun cross section of google... art, movies, politics, porn, psychology, fashion and fetish. Very cool.
I STILL think that one of the most amusing results of people trying to bypass spam filters is that ALL these people think that Paris Hilton's name is "Paris Hilon"... the woman will be practically incognito soon. No one will search for "Paris Hilton" sex videos anymore! The world is strange.
Oh yeah. I was going to put this into an entry, since my mom clipped the article and sent it in the mail to me since I pick my nose and eat it (yup eeeeeuuuuggghh!), but Cailliath has saved me the trouble, by posting the article in its entirety. Go read it (you'll have to scroll down her entry). It will be good for your health!! (hack cough sniff, where is the Contact C!!)... note that when you have a cold you cannot eat your boogers. You don't HAVE boogers, you have runny snot. You cannot pick out runny snot. nope. bye for now. Back to my home remedy. The paintbrushes are calling!!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
*inspired by Chaosdaily