The Marvelous Patric

dear blog,

i feel full.

not like of food, but of... stuff.

like, there's grad school looming over my head. will i get in? won't i get in? where will i get in? what if i don't get in?

china. i'm going to _frakking_ china.

that means i have to miss san diego this year.

i should find another con to go to. i'll prolly still make chicago. still, i have books to sell and i like th cons. they make me feel good.

i'm wrapping up the work on pantheon. i'll be done by the end of the month. i have like 7-8 pages left.

so what will i do then? believe it or not, i'm going to draw Aces High. yeah, that. i can't find an artist for it, so i'm gonna draw it. i'm gonna try to find a real artist, but if i can't, i gonna draw up to a point that makes for a good place to stop.

and FNS #1000... less than 125 away. i'm really proud of the strip lately. i've been using Black a lot. i usually don't do that. and, i think the recent satire i'm doing is going to be good. for those of you who haven't seen it, i'm satirizing the whole boston v. aqua teen hunger force thing. FREE THE BOSTON TWO!!!! it just seemed to me this whole thing begged to be made fun of in a timely fashion.

oh, and i still want money.

and project wonderful really is wonderful. it's got me thinking about other things. i know with bitpass going the way of the dodo it would appear micropayments have failed (again). but, there's something about project wonderful that makes me think about micropayments. i mean, i'm getting pennies for ad space. i'm paying pennies for ad space. this is micropayments. isn't it? kinda? the whole thing works via auction, which i think is a good way, if not the best way, to do any commerce on the web. so, what if there was a system of micropayments to view content based on auction? i don't have anything beyond that. i just had this idea like a hour ago. but, somewhere in my head, is the rudimentary beginning of a theory of how to do this. maybe i'll blog again about it sometime.

so, yeah. i'm full. in my head. tomorrow, i have my dayjob and the horrible township meeting. thursday i'll color some more, and then that evening i'll teach my photo class. the first class went pretty well. i'm excited to see the homework people bring back.

is there really freedom, or just different levels of oppression?

Current Location: home
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: store bough bones - the racconteurs