The Marvelous Patric

dear blog,

it is finals!  I have just uploaded and printed the first draft of my play.  this summer, i will write a second draft that will be completely different.  meanwhile, last week i was in ohio for a goddaughter's first communion.  this weekend, i will be in chicago for a nephew's first communion.  oh, and it's finals, remember?  I actually only have 1 twenty page paper (double spaced, luckily) left to write about tom sawyer and comparative mythology.  yeah.  i can do that.  but, there's a lot riding on it.  not only my grade, but if i do a good enough job on it, i may get a teaching assistantship next year.  yeah, no pressure.  

matt and i have started podcasting together.  this grew out of my weekly live drawing session on ustream.  i like having someone to banter with, and i liked recording it for people who missed it.  i realized that when i watch other ustreams of cartoonists, i really just listen to them, so i thought really i wanted a podcast.  you can find all this stuff at fns.  

i haven't drawn my comic for over a week.  i was always going to take this week off, but then last week, i got massively sick.  I've been sick a lot this year.  I'll be happy when summer comes and burns all the diseases away, as is my understanding of medical science.  

things are progressing nicely with the girlfriend.  the most common question we / i get is "when are you getting engaged?"  all i'm gonna say is that I know the answer to the question, but i'm not saying.  

today, is the performance of the dramatic reading i'm in!  i'm excited!  and dressed in black!  and my hair is combed nicely.  the things i do for art.  i think it's gonna go well.  i hope people come.  i really love acting.  i missed it so much.  i found out from a friend that next year GREAT theater is doing both wonka and the producers.  I loved being wonka and it's been my lifelong dream (well, as long as it was possible) to be Leo Bloom in the producers.  I have contacted the guy in charge and I'm so gonna audition for both plays.  I wanna be a producer....

Current Location: home
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Jack Killed Mom - Jenny Lewis

dear blog,

This is a real post, unlike the last too politically-themed posts. In today's post, I'm going to actually talk about me.

Last saturday, my mom accidentally ran over my cat, Buffy. Mom felt really bad. I came home and she started to cry. She had already buried my kitty. I feel bad too, but in a way, it's like it isn't real because I wasn't there and I never saw her body. Buffy was a good cat, but afraid of everything. She never did get along with Dexter, but she liked Dixie. I feel bad, almost like I failed her. I don't know how things would have been different if I had been there. She died instantly.

A black stray cat has had kittens somewhere in or around one of my barns. There's a part of me that wants to go find a kitten and bring it in, similarly to how I got Buffy ten years ago. Another part of me realizes that isn't a good idea. I guess that's the adult part.

My mouse Ginny escaped. For the first few days, I tried to catch her, but failed. I would see her running around, but was never able to catch her. Then, her cage mate, Janis, died. I suspect she died of loneliness, as mice sometimes do. I haven't seen Ginny for a few days and think she is probably dead too. I now have no mice left.

I apparently shocked all my facebook friends the other day when I updated my relationship status to "in a relationship." It hasn't been quite a month, but it felt like it was time. I've been seeing quite a bit of the girl. I've been told by several people "don't screw it up." I'm doing my best, but I make no promises.

In my head, it's like there's this weird trade off. I traded a cat and two mice for one girlfriend. That isn't to say she is only worth one cat and two mice, but my screwed-up brain says that there has to be a balance of loss and gain, of happiness and sadness. I know this isn't true, that there isn't a cosmic scale somewhere, striving to be even. But still, I can't help but wonder why good things can't just happen, or bad things just happen, instead of good things happening at inappropriate times so that I feel happy when I should only feel sad.

dear blog,

Wow, look at that, only ten days between posts! Amazing!

I think 2008 is Year of the Patric. I've been saying this for a while now, but now that i've blogged it, it's official. Things seem to be going well for me. I'm feeling good about my chances of getting into grad school. I got lasiked. I got my Mustang. I'm feeling good.

And.... well, there are rumors circulating in the internets and tabloids that I may have been spotted around town in the company of a human female.

I can neither confirm nor deny these rumors at this point.

Dang paparazzi!

I don't want to say much about it because I don't want to jinx it. It's a little known fact that acknowledging good things before a certain grace period is over will destroy them. I see this blossoming relationship as a fragile and delicate thing, like a rare egg of an endangered species that is made out of a soap bubble. It is ever so precious and delicate. I must be careful not to shatter it.

My new computer has come. I got a Mac Pro 2.8 ghz 8-Core behemoth. I named it Zapp Brannigan. It is very powerful. I put a second monitor card in it and got another ADC to DVI converter and now have three monitors! One of the three, of course, is my Cintiq. I have drawn only one FNS comic with it so far, but I loved it! I feel the interest in hand lettering with it. I'm going to wait until the end of "Sad Little Life" before I do anything like that, though, because I want the finished story to have some kind of consistency to it when I put it into a book.

All in all, things are going well, and I think I'm about to make some big life changes for the better. 2008 is the Year of the Patric.

Current Location: work
Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: "One Chance" - Modest Mouse