Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

okay I can’t say anything about this next storyboarding job other than a) the script is great and b) my new director just sent me an email saying AAAAA IT’S SNOWING

I think I’m going to have a good time with this guy

So this was my morning commute

modmad:

Just a casual reminder that this is something I did as a working professional.

/realizes that this is my last week at this job

/curls up against cintiq

/sobs deeply

So we were allowed to watch a bit of the opening of the Olympics at work and eat pizza and ice cream and that was awesome as hell as well as colossally embarrassing

but

those of you who watched will know that they did a small tribute of people who had passed on with a song and dance routine before the parade of nations

and this woman to the right of me just said “dude, that’s kind of random, showing a bunch of dead people.”

Now, I don’t like making scenes, but I was compelled to ask her why she thought it was random. She looked a bit flustered and annoyed and said it had no relevance to the Olympics.

I basically said something along the lines of ‘when is death irrelevant to anything’ and I don’t think she got whatever I said because she left and the whole thing was awkward, but I’m just left to wonder how many other people felt the same way about that segment.

Is the world so utterly unaware that it is always, in some place, dying? That there are people who will be watching this year’s Olympics without that person that they were sat beside four years ago, or eight, or twelve? That perhaps, in four years, they won’t be there to watch it themselves? Is death really so closeted away and 'awkward’ to people? Is death not something that we should talk about and remember and love? Yes, I do mean love. We have to love life, but we must love death, we must love the memories and the laughter and the sadness that is so painful to us when all this has passed, because that is the truest sign that life is important. If we ignore death we cannot cherish life. We have to love death to accept it.

Is death not acceptable any more? Are we so busy with distracting ourselves from our very own mortality that we cannot appreciate that being mortal is what makes it so amazing that we are?

I don’t know, maybe it was just me reading into it too much or being too philosophical, but that little instance just made me terribly, terribly sad.

Get to work ten minutes early

spend three minutes blowing bubbles with the handsoap in the bathroom

yes, I am proud of myself, thank you

Oh my god

so

sometimes when my supervisor is roughing out a panel for me to clean up for the final storyboard she’ll scribble little notes in the frame to explain the character’s expression or something

very often they are silly

so there was this one panel where the character is all slumped over and looks dejected and she put ‘FML’ next to it

so I cleaned up the picture- including the FML

like seriously I made it look like it was Times New Roman or some shit but by hand I went to town on that thing

and she kept it in

and IT’S IN THE ANIMATIC OMFG WHY

Emergency procedure.

The fire alarm went off at work today- just a practice run, but it’s gloomy as heck today and we were all hard at work so everyone was annoyed about having to be shepherded outdoors. Much rebellious muttering as we’re standing about outside. Perhaps a little mutiny in the ranks.

Did the register, had the lecture, blah blah okay you can go back to work now.

Ahahaha

ohoho

ho.

You really don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you Miss Executive Manager?

It took them fifteen minutes to catch us all.

I just ran full tilt twice around the block giggling like a five year old evading bath-time.

I’m exhausted holy crap that was fun though.

Oh my god I think I just nearly broke my neck akfjslkf

I was leaning on my cintiq to draw and didn’t realize I’d pinned my tie against it with my elbow and then I did the most EPIC SNEEZE OF ALL SNEEZES

god damn I don’t think I’ve ever come that close to strangling myself hgahasfj that actually scared the bejeezus out of me fuck

D8

Sentences I am no longer surprised to overhear in an animation studio

“Do you think I broke her arm enough?”

“Oh woah wait where did his hair go shit come back here.”

“GodDAMMIT I keep falling through the FLOOR.”

“Well I tried that but her eyes disappeared.”

Guess who just found out that I had a nerf rifle stashed under my desk at point blank range?

We won’t be trying that stunt again now, will we Eric?