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Log Entry: Senior Technician Grelnash, Outpost ZZ-113 (Puce Quadrant), 9409.11.28
I am promised demotion.
Savoring this happy possibility, despite bleak present. Unsure of I’s trust in promises of Base Administrator.
Upon immigration to ZZ-113, Administrator assigns I to Technician duty. No doubt sees I’s high competence rating based on pre-Seed experience. Incomplete narrative.
I spawned near shipyards of Fzzt escape fleet, spent first 800 vree of current existence working on machines. Machines speak to I, their complexities transparent. Problem = machines hate I. Feeling reciprocal. Each day an ordeal: problems with no permanent solutions, maddening tedium. Constant suspicion of I’s substandard performance, disappointment of pals. Pals assure me opposite is true.
Marti Mazewski = Terran female duty pal. Meaningful communications ensue frequently. Demotion first suggested by she during exchange of compassions at The Rusty Killbot. Alcohol intake fails to allay frustrations.
I climbed into Base Seed pod 200 vree ago. Only possession was Gwarlek, favored animal toy (Centauri Cuddle Beest) of I’s youth interval. Marti Mazewski understands frequently but Gwarlek understands always. Some rest intervals spent overcome with [translator best fit] -=misery=-.
Demotion from Technician duty strongly desired - Administrator promises to consider. Demotion to Miner duty I’s suggested possibility. Enduring dream of I to commune with vastness of cosmos while extracting valuable resources for good of Outpost ZZ-113.
Surely suffering is finite. I await.
Ok I lied about the last post being, well, the last post for the day. This one’s in celebration of my 500th post on Tumblr, and in it I shall share my experience learning Linux for a class:
… and to end today’s burst of (3) posts, here’s another exercise for the very same class. I was supposed to experience the dawn and make something out of it. I’ve been nocturnal for a while now (sleep at 4PM, wake at 12AM) so the whole colour-changing sky fiasco was no stranger to me. All it did was reminding me of that one time I struck a conversation about the cold weather with a bus stop stranger, and all he said was “Yep, cold morning” while looking at my shorts suspiciously. So yeah, I ended up “analyzing” and “making fun of” the way I dress instead of doing anything of substance.
Here’s a short comic made in probably 2 hours with little to no planning. One of my classes’ exercises was to look for an interesting area on Google Maps and make something out of it. I decided to have aliens/gods/entities play hide and seek. My apologies for the lazy hand-writing.
I was supposed to sleep so many hours ago but ended up drawing these hairy baldies instead. I’m currently working these guys’ story whenever I have the time to. Uni’s been as busy as per usual.
Anyway, good news is my lappie’s all fine and good now. Found a cheap enough hard drive to replace the dead one! I’m 100% back to business :D.
My lappie’s officially dead.
It’s been a good 4 years buddy. May your hard drive rest in peace.
With 50% of my assignments being digital, now I’m left with 2 options:
1. Live at my uni because they have computers. Although my tablet isn’t compatible and therefore will still prove to be a bother.
2. Scrape together some thousands of dollars to buy a new system, which seems implausible between paying for uni tuition and saving up for the study tour.
Welp I’m off to sleep.
Just woke up from my post 30-plus-hour all-nighter slumber. It was my third in the last three weeks, the first two were for uni assignments, this one was to prepare for yet another portfolio review at a convention (skip the next 3 paragraphs if that’s all you’re interested in, I will only be slightly disappointed, promise).
Supanova! The crème de la crème of all geeky cons in Perth. My first time impression: it was as packed as a travelling suitcase. Replace all of the neatly folded clothes with sweaty people inching through a crowd hours on end and you’ve got the general idea.
Good thing I’m not into merchandise, so I was only ever stuck in traffic when I had to, which was only once or twice. I spent most of my time outside finishing my pages, sitting near the entrance looking at the wonderful cosplays walking by, waiting for the portfolio review session to start.
Other things I waited for include: a could-be-worse beef hamburger with definitely not enough sweet chili sauce, an autograph from Grant Imahara for my sketchbook, access to the ATM machine when they stopped accepting credit cards for said autograph, then the train home when I came back to the empty signing table and he was already done for the day.
Rants aside: portfolio review! This time I brought a copy of my gigantic print, two other miscellaneous drawings, and the comic from Oz Comic-con last March. I really wanted to whip up a new story for the occasion, but I have unfortunately been very, very sick.
Chris Ryall, IDW Publishing’s editor-in-chief looked through my stuff, said he quite liked it. He complimented the interesting style from the coloured drawings, and the solid skills from my comic (his words!). Chris was very interested in seeing more of my work, gave me his card, saying I shouldn’t hesitate sending new things his way.
Unfortunately my style doesn’t quite fit with the things IDW do (copyrighted stuff like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) but hoorah still! Confidence boost acquired along side some sweet advice on sequential art. That is all I came for.
So yes, all in all a successful-ish day. I enjoyed it. Would have been better if I went with somebody that’s for sure, at least they would have prepared cash and I wouldn’t have to miss out on Grant’s autograph.
Today I mistakenly put chicken salt into my lemonade instead of sugar.
That’s a day well spent I think.