Thursday, May 6, 2004

Take a line.

Then curve it in an erratic position. Pull it out, and strike it on a paper with a black gel pen. Curve it until it makes a face, and colour it. Highlight the important features, and erase what's not there.

Scratch out the points that look too perfect, and create obscurity; take what's real, and distort it.

And there, you have your soul. Imperfect, but true. A bit scratched, but always bold. Sometimes embarassing, but still a part of you.

And that's my poetic rambling for today.

I have a comic idea. I think it will be on the web, but I'm not sure. I don't think I'll divulge it until I actually know.

It won't be serious, persay, which means my usual dark lines as heavy as possibly stature towards comics would need to go.. but thats okay, since I'm too scared to scan that stuff online anyway.

I should draw before I sleep.

I had an excellent day today. I served my fair share of upper class idiots who can't understand the systems of reality at work, but when I got home, Luke was happy. Zofia came over. We were cheerful. So I, in turn, am the same.

And now, my rant about the upper class (again.):

It happens every day. The private school kids and their families/ the people who work as either doctors or lawyers, or teachers/ the people who just have.. too much money.. come in to the store, order things, won't respond when I say hello, and treat me like crap because I, the lower class,am there to be at their whim, to give them what they want, so they, in turn, can be imbiciles who would drop thirty bucks on dinner on something as retarded as hot dogs.

Who's the moron? I'm serious.

These people:

a) Don't seem to realise that the lower/middle class cultures support the upper class via grocery stores, other food stores, restauraunts, etc. In other words, if we weren't here, they'd all starve. They wouldn't have their goddamned triple lattes.

b) are also incapable of understanding that we are actually people behind the desk, and not fricken robots who are just there to do what they please.

c) Spend way too much money on stupid crap like their fucking meat sticks ('hot dogs') and juice.

I hate meat. I hate the whole concept. It's soo stupid. It hurts my head. -_-

I'm not cross, I just wanted to rant on that.

Our buses are on strike here in Victoria. This poses a problem, since most of the people in the mall take the bus to work, and many haven't been able to come in, since there is no way for them to get a way in.

Of course, the schools were on strike for a few days too, but I understand this has let up. The hospitals are trying to get better health care or something again. I guess the cuts are hitting people again. Government sure is stupid.

Ah. I'm in high spirits though. I drew a lampost. Of course, it's just a lampost in charcoal, so I won't scan the thing. Why even bother, when I could just take a picture of it?

Oh. I have that picture today:

http://images3.deviantart.com/i/2004/126/7/5/Moving_Day.jpg

I realise that I look stoned. I'm sorry. Also, I have no makeup on, and I'm tired.

Luke's reflection is in the window. ^^; Basically, I'm wearing a bunch of crap I didn't want to throw in a box.

.. eh.. thats it, I think.

Nite.

//.r.a.y.n.e.//


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