This is my 400th post. YEAH!

[secondlina]

My muse is weird. I like to think she's some disorganized, blond, mute, glowy greek bundle of cuteness. As a result, most of the ideas she gives me are vague at best. Almost every project I ever started I had to re-start (reboot?) about 8 to 15 pages in, because I didn't like where it was going and though of a better way to go. Really - i've done this for most of my class projects (including my final graduating exhibit.), I did it for ROSE and now I just did it for Jabberwocky. Eight pages in, I scrapped what I did and started over and like the new pages SO MUCH BETTER. I think my muse is too eager and makes me start things before they really mature, hence the starting over thing. But then again, considering I do this every, EVERY time, maybe it's just part of my creative process - getting some ideas out, figuring out better ones once the first ones are on paper and going with it.

In other news - ROSE was in the newspaper today. Actually, all the books coming out for Collection TRIP are, along with some interviews of artists. The news guy tried to interview me too, but I missed the deadline. He sent me an email on the day we were moving our offices at work. Talk about the wrong day to have no internet! Oh well. The images are there, and that's the most important part!

In other, other news, i'm amazed by how rude people are. Yesterday, the bus was full. I mean FULL of people. And it was all young teens sitting in the front (I was also sitting in the front.) I saw an old lady and a obviously pregnant woman get on the bus. NONE of the people sitting got up for them. I got up, thinking "Too bad I only have one seat to offer." As soon as my butt was off the chair, one of the teens that was standing swooped in and took my seat. I turned around and told her I was going to offer the seat to one of the ladies clearly in need of sitting. The teen said (and I quote) "That's not MY problem."

...Kiddo, it's about to be.

I told her to get up or I would make her get up. Now, I don't think i'm a very impressive lady with my 120 pounds and my 5'3 but I was apparently pretty scary because she got up pretty quickly. The old lady managed to sit down in my seat. Nobody else got up for the pregnant lady.

MEH.

People.

Oh well.

Here is some cuteness to balance out the negative: Another drawing following my anthropomorphic attemps at drawing Super Mario Bros items and monsters. The Bob-omb girl (my favorite!) and a Shy guy. Because you know it's true love.



Over and Out.
(400th POST WOO!)

-Isa

Comments

[ichiban-victory.livejournal.com]

It does. I've seen it happen with friends. My best friend growing up was the only daughter with five brothers. While she could be rough and tumble with them, she was also extremely spoiled by the parents for being the only girl, so she took a lot for granted. (What makes me nervous is that I see her repeating how she was raised with her own children. She's leaning toward coddling her little girl over her little boy.) On the other side of things, I also knew a guy who was the only son with...gosh, at least four sisters. I lost count. He actually was a major chick magnet at school since he could easily relate to girls and had more compassion for them since he did have so many sisters he grew up with.

I would think that generally, having siblings, and especially siblings of the opposite sex would give you more compassion for people. A guy is more able to see a girl (he's not related to) as an actual person if he grew up with sisters. I know I've always seen guys as people I can befriend since I grew up with brothers. And so it goes.