Today's strip is in honor of my friend, Justin, who moved back to Seattle a few weeks ago. Justin has a comic called Sub-Human, which is about the horrible world of substitute teaching- it also has geeky and sometimes naughty humor. For those of you who don't know who Justin is... I don't know how to put it... but he's kind of a big deal. He's also master artist of the world.
Anyway, his comic is very funny if you can handle it. Please check it out.
I also did a last minute guest comic strip for the Make- A- Wish Foundation. Please donate there if you can and make someone's wish come true. Many other comic artists participated and they're all very talented. One of them in particular, is my friend Wes Molbash who writes a great web comic called You'll Have That.
Ok, so hopefully I'll have some time and space to do my rabbit voice tonight. I've been busy b/c it's registration/interview for classes week at the IFA (Institute of Fine Arts, NYU)!
The IFA has an exciting yet uncomfortable buzz the week before classes- there are about 40 or so new students who look very eager and ambitious. Some of them already joke about how this place is miserable even though they have no idea what they've got themselves into quite yet.
I'm like "Hey man... don't tell ME that this place is stuffy and demanding. Have you been to the toilet of tears yet?... I didn't think so."
Of course, that's not what I said- I just politely chuckled in agreement.
A lot of my friends are studying for their oral examinations and turning in dissertation proposals. I don't have to look forward to that stuff until this summer, but I was thinking about dissertation topics as I read through the list of dissertations in progress. Then I wondered what my dissertation title would be.
I'm not very good at titles. The title for one of my MA theses was called "The Tombs of Ibi, Djau, and Ankhmahor." One has no idea what the paper is about other than it involves some dudes and their tombs. I bet my dissertation title would be something lame like "Ancient Egypt" or "Ancient Egyptian Art." That's how bad I am at thinking of titles.
Anyway, my mind meandered a while more and I thought about how cool it would be to write a dissertation about rabbits and why they're awesome. I came up with a title based on some of the titles of papers/dissertations/articles I've run into during my academic career.
"Rabbits: Too Cute for their Own Good? An Exploration of Conceptions of Fuzziness"
Well, as you can see CLV is back on track.
Sorry about the delay for Rabbit Voice II- as you saw from David's post I had made one a couple of weeks ago but it was unfortunately unusable. I have not had the opportunity to make a new one since I have yet to find a time and a place when/where it is quiet enough to do a second take.
Anyway, I haven't been able to sleep for the last couple of days because I've been too angry. (Don't worry, it's not Edouard related at all).
You see, a friend of mine told me a story about someone I was close to for a signficant period of my adult life- it's a story that made this person sound like they are completely bat$#*% crazy. I can't really go into details about it for personal reasons and because I don't want other people's lives to possibly be affected by me retelling what happened in a virtual public space, but I just felt so effing pissed about it that the only way I'm going to sleep tonight is if I write down my feelings here. It's my domain after all. I pay for it.
Anyway, this person makes me FRUSTRATED to the point where I am so full of RAGE that it feels like all my anger is welling up inside of me, wanting to violently burst out in a disgusting (and probably chunky) spew of projectile vomit.
The reason why I'm so pissed is because this person constantly invalidated whatever angry feelings I had toward them. I have a problem processing this emotion anyway (with the exception of my parents and David), so imagine how hard it was to try to communicate with someone who just wouldn't listen.
There are probably some people who are going to read this enigmatic post and wonder if I could be talking about them, but rest assured that it's probably not you.
P.S. Justin M. of Seattle- we all miss you in New York. When you left my stomach hurt and I swear I didn't eat anything funky.
Hello David here! Since Jen has been busy managing her affaires in New York, I figure I ought to regale everybody with details of my empty vacuous life.
Messengering has been much the same grind as it has always been, with the seasonal rise in temperature proportional to the drop in parcel volume and inevitable increase in high mileage calls just to even things out. Thankfully SoCal possesses a dry heat, as heat exhaustion only makes a visit from the "Man with the hammer" that much more unpleasant.
Regardless, I'm soon getting out of the bicycle courier game, as it's taking too much of a toll on me physically. My favorite bartender has commented on the incredible amount of weight I've lost in the last few months alone in concerned tones. That she can pick me out of the thousands of people she deals with every week worries me most of all. I still recognize my face in the mirror, though the visible outline of several of my ribs is a new development. Add to that the increasing frequency of "carbon-monoxide moments" I've been having the last few months and it's a clarion call that I might want to consider another occupation more suited to someone of my limited athletic ability. Riding hard, 40+ miles a day, splitting lanes and breathing car exhaust ain't no good for nobody. I wonder how the "lifers" I meet have been able to hack it for so long.
Anyhow, Jen is still working on some surprises for y'all. She has a "rabbit talk" in development, that's almost ready to be released. Some technical difficulties made it so that the first-take was unusable, but that will soon be corrected. An MP3 of the previous Rabbit Talk can be downloaded from HERE.