It was oddly warm yesterday here in New York. I don't get it; just last Sunday I was freezing my face off and darting in and out of storefronts, just trying to make it up 5th Ave to the Brooklyn Target. My nose was like a faucet. It sucked. And yesterday it was warm. 60 degrees. Next week it'll probably be cold again and the week after that, a hurricane.

I drew like 6 pages in my sketchbook yesterday.

Go into a studio Thursday for some photoshop freelance. It's mind numbingly boring but the day rate is pretty ka-ching so I can deal.

A tale of tragedy

I'm the worst blogger ever.


But last night, guyz, I just want to tell you about last night.

Last night was my esteemed colleague Johanna's birthday. She just turned the ripe old age of 28.

It was pretty sweet. Would you like to know why?

It was the night that somebody stole my fucking wallet out of my back pocket of my jeans. While I wore them. SERIOUSLY. HOW THE HELL?? I wasn't drinking, friends. I wasn't drunk. And I am a pretty aware guy. And the jeans were kinda tight due to an embarassing issue with my building's dryer-- I discovered this when I put them on last night but having no other jeans handy (that were clean) I just sucked it up and squeeeezed my way into them. I am bewildered, perplexed, at a LOSS as to how somebody lifted my wallet. Like, how the hell could they get it out? I could barely pull it out at the bar. I know for a fact it went back IN the pocket-- it was so tight I had to reach back with both hands to shove it on in there.

Lame+

My unlimited metrocard was in there too. $81 down the drain. Thank God for Johanna demanding a birthday shot from me, because when i went to pay, suddenly I discovered the wallet was missing. The culprit maybe only had like an hour TOPS ahead of me so I made like Johnny on the Spot and called the credit card companies to cancel. By sheer dumb luck I had left my Chase debit at home. So that's good, I guess. Grezi lent me a few bucks so I could get the train back home.

What a lame night. For me. Not Johanna. Her birthday was oodles of awesome. Congrats, Johanna. You do not suck, although getting my wallet stolen on your birthday does. But that's not your fault.

I've been the worst kind of loser as of late, since the Curious project wrapped up. See I had budgeted plenty of time to be working there... 6 weeks, which is what they had, y'know, told me. Well it only ended up being 4 weeks. So, guys, that leaves 2 weeks unaccounted for. 2 weeks that I had available, but no work to fill those weeks with.

What does this mean for our hero?

Does it mean that he immediately went on Craigslist and secured some sort of meager short-term gig, just so he can appear to be a valid member of society? And make a bit o'pay in the meantime?

Well no, no he did not do that.

So what DOES this mean for our hero??

1. sleeping until noon.

2. bedtime at 5am

3. Barcade on weeknights

4. Pencil Factory on weeknights

5. Wii tournaments with tha homeeez

Yeah so seriously: worst kind of loser. By that I mean, a loser who has the opportunity to do something with himself for a couple of weeks but elects instead to just be a complete laze. Sloth is a deadly sin! Although you know, I do work pretty damn hard when I have something in front of me. 80 hour weeks, we're talking. So maybe I'm too hard on myself.

Excuse me, please. I have approximately 3 more days left before I have a job again. I need to go play some Guitar Hero or sleep or drink something.

I like a whole shit load of things.


I cannot think of what those things are at the moment.