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Don't expect anything astoundingly deep here. This is just a stream-of-consciousness brain dump.
Well, I've just successfully moved into my new post-college post-post-college-search-for-work digs in sunny Southern California. It's been a week since I traveled 2,200 miles in three days, only to arrive two days early and so have to crash in a hotel. My computer is (obviously) sett up and working, and I've finally decided to sit down and update my website with this little rant after some prodding by several different friends. It gives me something to do, and assess the situation. I haven't started work yet--the drug testing is on Tuesday, and my first day is the 4th of June--and I've spent more personally in the past two weeks than I probably have in the past ten years of my life. Probably longer.
It's been... interesting, especially dealing with the irrational neuroses associated with blowing five grand in two weeks. I simply cannot maintain such a high rate of expenditure, and so it bothers me. The fact that I won't have to, and for the most part I've been spending money I was given by the company to relocate, is entirely irrelevant to the matter at hand. I spent good money for good things, most of which haven't come in yet. Oh, I have a nice new shiny modern-looking queen size bed to replace the futon I lived on in high school, but it's stuck in Kentucky while the movers decide to figure out how to read their calendars... which is an unfair thing to say, but that's how it feels. I managed a move-out on the bounce; certainly they with more experience can arrange such a thing with something approaching alacrity. So I'm sleeping on the floor, and my back hurts because of it... bitch bitch bitch, whine whine whine. It builds character; I'll be fine.
Arranging the utilities was easier than expected, at least, and I was smart to save up so much so I could just throw money at any and all problems that come up while still having a great deal in reserve. Right now I have just a touch less than I started out with. Not bad, all things considered.
So far, I've managed pretty well by myself, up to and including moving heavy packages. Not to say I didn't have some help--the parents had to come out for one last hurrah and goodbye and they helped assemble this monsterous white and black Ikea computer workstation. It's very nice, and it was very nice of them. I visited some internet friends in the 'local' area and have decided that I really don't like averaging thirty miles per hour on the freeway and the concomitant inefficiencies in fuel and time usage that calls for. I still have to see how my work commute will look like, but that shouldn't be as big a problem. If it is, well, just something to adapt to is all.
For whatever reason, I thought it would be a good idea to put together a puzzle of an Apollo 11 moonlanding photograph. It's monochromatic with the very occasional bit of color (say, the flag in the middle). It's about 60% done, except for the inky black void of space, and the puzzle tolerances aren't that good so false positives are almost assured. I'm not really looking forward to that. On the projects route, I need to repair my B-52, build my Vulture OmniMech model I've had in the box for maybe a year and a half now, and put together my big Polar Lights Enterprise-A model. And assemble / glue / frame the previously aforementioned puzzle, and do the same to a 3000 piece reproduction of a painting of the Royal Navy Blue Fleet's bombardment of Algiers. It's going to go in the living room along with this nicely done reproduction of Van Gogh's De cafe nuit (no accent marks because I don't feel like looking up the alt-codes). Then there's a few drawings that have been clinking about in my brain but I haven't gotten the nerve up yet to do, and, of course, updating this website. Top priority would have to be continuing the Warhammer 40,000 to Starship Troopers conversion, as that's the only thing I have any solid ideas on at the moment. Artwork and miniatures pictures be damned; I could at least get the stats up and running if I had the army books and whatnot available. And I left 'em in Kentucky. Ah well.
I need to go get more groceries as a matter of principle. I'll do that coming back from the drug testing on Tuesday.
I also need to get new drafting pens as my trusty Staedtlers are finally beginning to run out of ink. I'll do that on a store run the same time I pick up a TV stand, DVD media cabinet, and razor. I also plan on eventually getting a Wacom Cintiq 21.5" monitor/tablet interface, but that's for when I feel comfortable blowing $2,500 in one go on one item. That's more than all my nice modern Value City (don't laugh) furniture combined. So... call it August, on the inside. Poor Loknar still needs inking, and I really should get back into drawing.
See, that's always been my problem. When I'm doing something, I'm content, but I'm always antsy to start and worried about failing so I'm far more stagnant than people might expect. Still, in terms of hours wasted per day, I still come out ahead (I guess) as I almost never watch TV just for TV. I just need to be constructive, be busy when I feel like it, and waste time on IRC when I feel like it. Learn to be comfortable in my own skin, really.
I should also take my sketchbook to work for those moments that I just have to lean back and decompress. Only problem is if people decide to rifle through my sketches... meh. It's their problem if they come across something they would've rather not seen.
Then there's the writing. The Zone 'verse, well, I'm thinking about stopping trying to make it work. At its core, it's still the pipe dream of a sixteen year old nerd going through his numberwank phase. I don't want to trash the Rayverr, as they're still pretty interesting, but the Zone... meh. I'll recycle its uniforms and rank systems yet again because, well, they're still pretty nifty. But the actual concept of intergalactic empires are sort of silly... and so are interstellar ones, depending on how realistic one wants to be. I do have some realspacy ideas bumping around in my head ever since I designed an Orion Drive mining ship for one of my dad's roleplaying games; maybe I should work on that and get back to the Rayverrverse--or integrate it at some point--when it feels right. Actually... kind of funny, that. The Rayverr were originally just cutout antagonists, and now they're the only real part of the universe I want to hang on to, although a Zone-ish ideology is still the perfect foil for them and still the probable framework for the 'good guys.' I'm just... well... tired of the sort of space operatic fluff that inane teenage doodling limits me to. Oh, the Zone is fine until one gets to weapons yields and that they have BattleMechs and shields and whatnot... and I still think soft sci-fi and space opera are fine. I just don't want to write it at the moment, is all.
So yeah. Plan for today should be to doodle a little in the sketchbook, try to make an effort on the inky blackness of space puzzle, order some pizza (don't feel like cooking)... shave, late in the day... and do some more NationStates stuff as it comes up. No big deal.
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