The Demonweasel Speaks

Ahhhh, Thanksgiving…what a good time. I spent it with delightful people (one in particular) and I had a great time. Watched the new Harry Potter and “Saved,” and played that movie DVD trivia game “Scene It,” if by play you mean beaten severely about the head and shoulders.

Interesting fact: did you know magic doesn’t work on bears? Watch your ass, Harry Potter…

So I had another “Ah jeez, I gotta get my shit done” moment over the weekend, which is important, because the more of those I have the more likely they are to stick and make me less of a fuck-up. I mean, I’m working, don’t get me wrong. I finished the rough draft of the first 22-page issue of a comic mini-series that I’ve been thinking about for *years,* which is nice, and when I’m done with this I’m going to work on the “Gifted” 16-page story I’m in the middle of. And on Monday, more calling about reference stuff for the book…y’know, the thing I’ll make my millions on (if it doesn’t suck).

I had a nice long conversation about how and why I write over the T-Day break. It put some things in perspective, which is nice. I always find it weird to talk about writing with other writing people, because I just don’t feel like I’m on the same level as some of those people. Not a “I’m better than thou” other level, just a “I just like telling stories” level, and so many of them are on a pretentous “high art” kind of level, which just kind of makes me shrug my shoulders. Not to mention that when you talk about writing with other writers, they always find a way to turn the conversation around on to themselves, and yeah, that happens with almost all subjects and with al people, but still…it just makes me want to, as Jay-Z would say, brush my shoulders off.

Work is going well. We made a shitload of money on Friday, which I like (even though I don’t get any of it, turns out). The business and the staff are clicking, and I feel like we’re on the cusp of being able to take it to the next level. What that level entails, I have no idea…

One of my co-workers loaned me “Ghostbusters” on DVD. Hehehehehehe. Oh God, what fun. Even better, left over from last weekend’s “Holiday in the Village” hoo-hah is a giant tin of cookies, the little buttery ones with the sugar crystals on top. My God I love those. I’d cook them up in a spoon and inject them into my eyeball if I could, or if that wasn’t really gross.

I’m still kinda-sorta drawing too. If you can call what I do “drawing.” I know I’ll never draw comics, but I’d like to be able to do rough sketches of characters and places (and other nouns) to help out artists that I end up working with. If by “helping” you mean “making sure they don’t get fucked up.”

One of my favorite T-Shirts on T-Shirt Hell lately: “Spin my Dreidel…and by Dreidel I mean Cock and by Spin I mean Suck.” That and the “I Saw Mommy Kissing Mrs. Claus” shirt. I love T-Shirt Hell…I just wish you could actually wear half thier shirts in public.

Have I said how much I love the new Eminem album? Terrific, especially “Toy Soldiers,” “Crazy in Love,” “Puke,” and “Never Enough.” And I found that Jay-Z has a new album where he raps over Linkin Park songs, and it’s quite choice, especially “Numb/Encore.” I almost though I might want to get the “My Chemical Romance” album, because I like the single, but the rest of the album, that I’ve gotten so far on-line has been…eh.

So yeah, I’ve got work to do. Smell you jerks later.

No matter how many battles I’ve been in, no matter how many bill collectors on my nuts, no matter how many stories I churn out, it’s never enough, but I remain…