The Snorting Dauggers

As pointed out by my friend and colleague, Mr. Ramel Hill, I haven’t written a solid blog in some time. Not that I’m one for making excuses for my actions or inactions in this case, but here goes:
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Reasons I haven’t written a blog in “some time”

1. In the last month, I’ve moved to a city.

Its a different city than I’ve been in for the last two years but its not necessarily a new city. Milwaukee is the sprawled out little cousin of Chicago that moves one fifth the speed, costs 2/3rds the price, produces 1/10th the noise and requires a car to get around. I went to college here in Milwaukee and spent enough time figuring out where to go on what night for the best deals. All that is forgotten once I moved away. People in Chicago asked why I moved there and all I ever told them was, “It was for a girl” Why did I move back? I’m not changing my story, it remains the same.

2. Who reads the ramblings of a misguided Illustrator?

Maybe its you? Maybe its that guy over in that cubicle kitty-corner from you, I don’t know. One of the main reasons I don’t know that anyone is actually reading my blog is that quite often those who do read it don’t tell me. If you go through the archive of past blogs, you may find a handful of legitimate comments expressing approval towards the topic at hand but they’re mostly for the same, very supportive person who got the whole blog-ball rolling (so to speak). Thank you, Ellia. I read your blog too.

Let me know that you’re reading this and give me some constructive feedback if all it is is a simple ‘Hello. I like words too!’ kinda way. Drop a comment, include your site, I’ll return the favor.

3. I’ve been working on a secret project

Really. But no, more importantly, it is taking a serious bite into my productive art schedule disallowing me the discipline to juggle large ominous unending goals. I want to share what I’ve been doing, but that would be telling. Plus no one wants another more fevered OCD individual to obtain concept ideas until they’re ready to be shared. Anyways, its going to be good its just taking longer than usual… phht…

However, here are a few tidits of fun that you all can enjoy for the time being:

4. I really just don’t have a reason.

Its all made up excuses from me so I feel better about not doing anything.
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I’m not sure the appropriate amount of need an individual has to have before its considered obsession, however recently its been my goal to build a world around a muffin-obsessed yeti that dreams and sweats and gormandizes and has panic attacks and grows and stalks and sneaks and dances; All about Muffins.

The basis is set and the story is progressing as I develop this tale of misadventure as the misunderstood biped travels into the big city in search of the desired pastries. Tearing through metal and patiently waiting in corporate american lobbies only to desire the ability to recreate from all the things known for tasting good.
The plot threads are coming together and working towards a final conclusive moment.

I’m really pretty excited about this one…
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It comes to me as no surprise that working approximately 22 hours within 30 can lead to misappropriation of materials and thoughts. Strangly enough, there was a conversation that recently came up regarding how much something is worth to you. Is that DVD worth the money you’d pay for it? Does it have the Director’s Commentary? Are there Portugese subtitles? Perhaps. But the cover art is shit. Worth it? To some. How much is it worth to the vagarent selling me my daily Street Wise? 5 bucks at Reckless Records in trade or the twenty-eight at Borders? All of this is relevent when applied to time and money. My friend locked her wallet in a ZipCar in the glove box. She called the customer service representative who promptly asked if she had a reservation for the vehicle? No. Isn’t it silly that you can’t let me open the car for 30 seconds to retrieve the missing object? Is there a reservation for the desired vehicle? No. Ugh.

I asked how much that wallet is worth to her. 5 bucks? 10 bucks? The 8 bucks plus-three-types-of-tax worth? She thought about it and realized that it would just be easier to get the vehicle for a hour and reclaim the lost object(s).

Now, back to the point. Last evening, after working 13.5 hours, in a cab, on the way home, I left my phone. He was a speedy guy too. And spoke english. Just my luck. Got out, walked ten feet. reached for it, realized it wasn’t there, ran back to the corner, and phhht. No tail lights anywhere. He was gone. Quickly running to my home half a block away, I grabbed Karen’s phone and repeatedly called myself. It was on vibrate. In the back seat. Twenty minutes later, dude picks up, “Yeah, I got your phone. I’m downtown. Whadda ya wanna do about it?” Karen handed the phone to me to negotiate. What is this phone worth to me??? All the numbers I’ve had for three years? Shit.

It took him five minutes and thirty dollars to come back to my apartment and return my lost property. Thank you for the aptitude for quick thinking.

Peace.

E