Ecleian

I have a few ideas for things I can post up here. Working on two series at once now, so not much time to draw other nonsense, but... I have plans for things to... like... do, on here.

I shouldn't just update on art progress... uhhh... but that feels like all that's going on in my life lately.  x.x

So, Melody & Macabre finished up last month.  What am I going to do now?

A different series, obviously.

I've changed my website on my Devious Info, if anybody wants to check it out.  It's called Gary the Alchemist, and is also available on DrunkDuck, as with Mel&Mac.

Uhhh... I should note that his absolutely nothing to do with Fullmetal Alchemist.  I love the series, but no.  Just no.

I also have two other comic series, updating less frequently.  Time Hobo is one of them.  That reminds me, I should put up more of those on here...

In case you haven't noticed, I have not updated here in a while.  This is because updating on dA is a pain in the ass, and Mel&Mac goes up smoother on other pages.

If you wish to visit said sites, feel free to look it up on Google.  Though I'll probably post the links someplace.

Well, my laptop died yesterday.  I have been so far unable to revive it.

The story: The night before last, I put a cup of water down, between where a cord linked the laptop to its cooling pad.  The little voice in my head told me not to, but, like every fool who never listens to me, I ignored the voice of reason.

So, yesterday I was doing a disk defragmentationatoring (Haaa, I don't know what the correct term for "defragmentation" is), and I tried to shift my laptop to my lap... it knocked over the cup, spilling water everywhere.  I freaked out, my computer was obviously off but I mostly just wanted to get it cleaned up.  I thought it just overheated or something, but when I tried, I couldn't get it to turn back on.  I beat on it, that didn't work... I tried unplugging everything and doing everything again, still nothing but a winking blue light.

Luckily, I could save my scripts for Mel&Mac, having previously saved it onto a flash drive.  Unfortunately, I completely lost comic 38 (my updates are a lot farther ahead on other sites) and had to make it from scratch here on the PC, and I have a DVD still trapped in the clutches of my late computer.

It all should not affect the comic series as a whole, I've managed to set up a new workplace at the PC outside my room, and I'm still keeping on-schedule.  However, I did lose a lot of things dear to me, and I still want that damn DVD back.

But let's not mourn the laptop.  It had a long, full life, outlived many of its own power cords.  It had a broken hinge, a screwy volume button (I had to fiddle with it to pop it back into place), missing keys, paint missing, a couple pixels of the screen that didn't work correctly, and an overall slow processor.  It also overheated easily.

Instead, mourn the loss of my many earphones to my mom's dog.  Mourn the DVD still trapped in the laptop.  Mourn the fact that I can no longer go downstairs and talk to people while watching TV - or even stay in my room and watch TV while talking to people.  Mourn the fact that I have no money to buy a new laptop, and when I finally do, I will most likely have to get one that runs on VISTA.

Ugh.

All in all, I'm just glad I could save my script - I have a good majority of the series written out, most of which I will probably alter when I get to it, but nevertheless it helps keep me aware of where I'm going in the long run.  It helps me know I'm not completely lost.

I guess I'll start posting my random musings in here.  First off, I'll take you into my mind...

Imagine a room. Not a very large room, a bit small and cramped. It's not too bad, it has a bed. Maybe a cot. OK, it's a mattress on the floor.

Across from this is a window. Two windows, really, but it might as well be one. Even so, the blinds are often down with the shutters closed, as I let the gears turn inside.

That's right, gears. Along the left and right walls are gears, cogs, and other such contraptions that click and whir and whistle and buzz, keeping the room running smoothly.

Against the front wall where the windows (presumably) look out, a desk sits. Upon the desk is a movie projector which points directly at the back wall. Also on the desk are various Post-It notes, tacked along it and almost every surface of the room. Upon the notes are various bits of trivia and thoughts that I may have in the day - often notes on what I've seen on the projector.

The projector itself shows movies - usually original movies, with actors and actresses I have never met nor even seen before.

I also have an MP3 player which blasts music through the walls, but it's on shuffle and pretty much plays whatever the hell it wants unless I outright force it to play something else.

Why am I describing this? So you know exactly how it is to be me. This room is not simply my mind - this room is my LIFE.

It's rather different from my actual physical room, and probably a bit cooler. It doesn't seem like much, but the contraptions (as well as a certain pretty female) are enough to keep me company, and I like to spend my time sitting in the most comfortable desk-chair EVER and stare at the back wall, switching between movies as I see more and more of them. And as I lie on the mattress, I become part of them as they play in the back of my mind.

The notes are often scattered and misplaced, but I love my tiny room nevertheless.

I just wish that projector would stop playing bad memories.