So, it’s been a while. I might not have even tried this (this=Blogger), but I am a little Microsoft-Accessed-OUT at the moment, and left my inherited laptop machine scrying through its own innards, looking for viral infections and the like– if I am going to try to exercise regularly, I see no reason my computers shouldn’t suffer the disciplines of health too– and I fired up the old Linux box (psychonaut, I have told you all before) and *that* reminds me of posting. For some reason.

But I dissemble, as I disassemble… I have been itching to convert said Access database to MySQL and pump it over to psychonaut and then practice administering via the web. And all that involves getting some of the Linux chops back up, so…

And the itch goes further, I suppose… I have been mapping out writing-thoughts in my head, of late, and realize that writing, like drawing, is a perishable skill and must be maintained through practice. Of some sorts.

Which brings us to this, here, now: some sort of attempt at writing. An update, if you will.

I was, just this morning, writing out a bunch of lists, and as I am still in the blush of such an orderly mindset, I will give you, gentle reader, one of your very own:

1. Plane ride. But you’ve already heard.
2. Database for the parents. Which is interesting in a way, for it suggests some interesting workings of the mind. For example– and this has happened several times now– I will be totally stumped by some aspect, give up on it, and find that later– days, a week– I will be building something more complex, based on that very knowledge I abandoned which has surreptitiously become so clear to me as to be rendered transparent.
3. Continuing previous thought: catching myself in thought recursion + ReJon’s ideas about programming accenting certain of his human traits, contrary to popular misconception
4. Running 4 miles, right past Randall’s house, but I don’t know which one. I think it was the grey-blue one that I heard some Radiohead out of the other day. I run once every 2–3 days. Running sucks.
5. I made some puppet heads, shamelessly lifting techniques from Chris Sickels and Scott Radke. I am currently summoning up the time, energy, and mood to foam-out their bodies and put them in endearing or creepy poses.
6. bought the domain name psychicradio.org for a tighter coupling of site & comics.
7. continuation: I sliced up the panels of all the old and most the new comic pages and put a semi-random linkage walk-thru of them… go to psychicradio.org and see. Then tell me if it is interesting, groovy, frustrating, and/or inconsequential (those are your only options, so keep to them).
8. Went to the Comic-Con with the beautiful Iryna (who doesn’t have a web page anymore but should) and we had an insane comic-frenzy and a t-shirt buying competition and she bought us both H.P. Lovecraft plush Cthulu dolls. People of the world, please curb your envy.
9. From K.J. Hays: “the average comic con attendee was between the ages of 30 & 40″
10. Launched into an insane work-week, getting so much done that I almost forgot that I am a lazy-ish person. I have even had mild fantasies of re-stocking my old planner with new calender pages… not that I have any pressing engagements at present, but it’s like the baseball field… if I have the blank pages, the appointments will come.
11. Went to the library today, here’s what I got:
    • The Green Arrow, written by Kevin Smith
    • Y The Last Man. heard alot about it at Comic-Con
    • The Books of Magic: Girl in the Box. Liked Neil Gaiman’s issue, thought I would see how John Ney Reiber would do.
    • The Chronicles of Conan, Volume 2. a classic.
    • Bone. Jeff Smith. got to check it out.
    • The Batman Archives. After some heated conversations with comic-sage John Mark, I decided to get the full scoop, from the beginning. This has all the Bob Kane ones from Detective Comics. And what I find most interesting is that in the beginning (issues 1–5) Batman kills about 1 person per episode. Threw a jewel theif off a building. Kicked an Indian thug– who was unwise enough to stick his head out the window– and broke his neck. Poison-gassed another Indian thug.

So, I am trying to decide some things. Mostly, I am digging deep down inside myself to see if I have the patience and fortitude to actually draw some comics. My drawing is rusty, and though sometimes its cranky and twisted lines please me, more often than not I cannot draw what I see in my head. Not like I used to, when I was an avid penciller. As I said before: perishable. Since I have decided, by and large, to concentrate on the comic-images for artistic purposes, this seems a liability. So you see, some soul-searching is in order.

Alright, that’s about all I can muster for the day. I am going to try my hand at hand-coding some Queries, and as that is a boring task, I will spare you the numbing journey.

Good weekends to you all.