We’ve all had it happen. Suddenly your brain loses it’s train of thought. Sometimes because we’ve been distracted, sometimes because what we were going to say wasn’t that interesting, and, occasionally, because we’ve overtaxed the little grey cells and need time to reboot.
Well, I, umm, ahh . . . where was I?
The Reuben Award is given every year to the cartoonist chosen by his peers as the top in the field. Along with that honor there are numerous division awards. Each chapter’s NCS members choose a winner from a slew of entries. This year, the Berndt Toast Gang (the Long Island Chapter) will be judging the Magazine Feature/Magazine Illustration division.
All the cartoonists are now thinking . . . I hope they pick me!
We’ve had a snow day today. Only trouble is, I’m teaching tomorrow.
I’m tired of this grown-up stuff. Bills, responsibilities, etc. I want to be a kid again so that I can play with my toys. Considering how long it took to save up for that special one back then and how long it takes to save for the ones I want to today. . . Einstein was right, it’s all relative.
I want a Lamborghini Miura!
I still want a Lamborghini Miura!
Other than the recent Pixar movie, rats get a bad rap. After all, it was fleas that actually spread bubonic plague. In a time when humans weren’t too well known for their hygiene. And many of the rodents have given their all in the pursuit of advances in treatments for human ailments. Perhaps it’s time we give them their due. So long as they stay outside.
This meeting of "Rodents Against The S-tablishment" will come to order!
A friend was talking about working for an impossible boss. One of the staff had a photo of him and they’d take turns sticking push pins into it. One day, just before a meeting with the aforementioned amateur dictator, one of the staff said that pins were useless and stuck an x-acto knife into the eye in the photo. As they were leaving the office to attend the meeting, the boss’ secretary called saying it had to be canceled because the boss went home complaining of a terrible pain in his eye.
And, who does this belong too?
Deadlines are a part of life for artists. Invariably, you always end up working right to the last moment. I’ve often wondered whether the “dead” in deadline meant the end of you if you didn’t finish a project on time. In a way, it does, since you’ll probably lose the client or, at the very least, increase the cost of a project considerably. The worst one I ever had meant working 450 hours in three weeks, including a trip overseas and continuing to teach my two classes a week.
I’m just finishing two deadlines that overlapped but I don’t ever want to try and break my record.
Umm, what day is it?
It’s been a long day staring at the computer screen, drawing a vector-based illustration for a client. “Vector-based” (Illustrator is the best known program for this type of file) was about the only choice in the early days of digital illustration because it creates very small files. The computer remembers each line as a mathematical formula rather than individual pixels. My first graphic computer had 4 megs of RAM and an 80 meg hard drive. For reference, there are 1000 megs in one gigabyte. So a 2 inch long flash drive has 100 times the storage space of that old Mac IIx which took up most of my desk and cost over 360 times as much.
Vector? Pixels? I prefer to be drawn with colored pencils, thank you.
They say all a dog understands is the inflection in your voice. Whether you’re praising or reprimanding them. I’d have to disagree. I think they have a limited vocabulary. Food, cat, food, squirrel, food, cat and, of course,
Walkies!
Wouldn’t it be nice to walk into the store of your choice and go,
I'll take that one!
and not have to worry about the inevitable credit card bill!