Traveler

Dedicated to a dear friend who taught me that life is too short and to shoot for the stars.

Hurm

Hi, all. Just posting to let you guys know I'm not dead, the past several months have been hectic. New art to come soon, so stay tuned.

"Pizza Time"

Huh. So I got a job in a pizza kitchen as a prep cook and my mind went all SPC on me. Man, I wish I worked at the Pizza Cat! Even if I have to fight ninja crows and get shot into a building every now and then. Anyways, a sumi-e-ish deal with me as a Pizza Cat in training. Ciao.

Freedom

"Where do you want to go?"
"It doesn't matter, just keep flying..."
"..."
"Some place far away, where they can't hurt me."
"Okay."

FFS

I wish I was making this shit up. Abridged version: applied eons ago to a job posting, no response, I forgot about it. Last week I get contacted with a sales pitch to come stage for Experience!!™ at a pub and I decided to give it a try. After a trek in the freezing cold with snow in my shoes, I get there only to be told,"LOL, No stage for you, we already hired someone!" Why the blue-balled hell did they bother to even contact me if they were going to waste my time and money like that? Oh, yeah they "tried" to call me at the last second(i.e. I was in the subway heading out there, no bars while yer underground) but that doesn't matter! The fact is, they contacted me wayyyy after I shot them a resume,(with a half-assed apology on an invite written with a ton of typos)and wanted to stage me for a full twelve hour shift where I'd have to walk home in the middle of the night in an unfamiliar neighborhood in the middle of winter. No pay of course and the position itself would only pay minimum wage and it was a part time gig. Yeah, no. Screw you, guys. Blacklisted. End of.  I'll take my frozen blue ass elsewhere, thank you.

Herp-de-muthavuggin' DERP

Mulling

Yeah, pretty much.

The lonely road

Hi, folks.

Life has thrown one too many curve balls at yours truly, but I'll try to get back on track with the blogging thing. The shortened version can be summed up like this; Jay loses job, A.G. goes through a culinary apprenticeship to make herself more marketable, both Jay and A.G. get jobs, A.G.'s job ends at the end of the holiday season, A.G. goes on stages/interviews/b.s job leads where she gets rejected for lack of experience/culinary school/testicles/whatever, so now she has the abilities of an Illustrator and Prep Cook, but nobody wants to hire her. How the hell did I wind up in culinary? Don't know, but it's the same shit as the visual arts industry, except nobody cares if a cockroach drowns in your watercolors. Just trying to survive.

The pic above is pretty much what I felt like after my latest stage, pretty crappy. A stage is like an internship, except instead of telling you "You suck!" every hour, they tell you"You suck!" every five minutes.:/ You work anywhere from a couple of hours to a 12-14 shift, usually with no pay, and they run you ragged. If they like you, they'll either ask you to do it all again or they'll actually hire you and pay you that ten spot an hour for your troubles. I've been on four of 'em and none of them went anywhere. Gonna have to get a job doing something, I'd much rather work on drawing; it's not that I can't do the kitchen schtick, but I'm fed up with the bullshit and I don't need to have it coming at me from two industries. /Rant

I hope you all are doing well, I have a lot of new art to share. Laterz.