little fragments of thought
Jul. 16th, 2004 10:34 amBrowsing through a random selection of the LJs that have a non-reciprocated friend relationship with me. Some I feel vaguely guilty about not reading, some I don't. Some occasionally trigger moments of deep wistfulness, regret, and other glooms, because of, well, complex reasons.
I woke up in the middle of the night with creepy dreams resonating in my skull. I got back to sleep, though. There's just a half of a hint of an image left from them now.
I need to get some things done today. Things that involve money. If I do them, I get to think about finishing off that comic from earlier in the week. I haven't thought about where its story will go next, not in the least; I'll just do some warm-up tangentially-related doodling, I think, and just launch into the next pages. I know I wanted to do a couple more panels of monster-of-the-month schtick, because it's fun, and I had an idea for some parallel action in there. I'd planned ahead to the center-spread of tentacles, and really don't know where to go from there.
Somehow that seems like a good metaphor for my life. Planned ahead as far as the tentacles. What do you do after the tentacles?
I feel like I'm right on the edge of a deep pit of circular depression that opened up in front of me, and need to figure out how not to fall in. Suddenly precarious. I need to do something unexpected. Something different. Ideas and proposals are welcomed.
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wolfwings. Windows-only so I have no clue how good it is but the concept's cute.
Maybe some of this sudden gloom is from talking to my mother about the conversation she had with my grandmother the other day. It was the extended mix of the "why can't you make Paul be a good boy" theme that Grandma has never expressed to my face for the last twenty years or so, if not longer. And from not really hearing back on the job leads I got. And probably lots of other little things piling up.
Maybe I'll feel better after a shower.
I woke up in the middle of the night with creepy dreams resonating in my skull. I got back to sleep, though. There's just a half of a hint of an image left from them now.
I need to get some things done today. Things that involve money. If I do them, I get to think about finishing off that comic from earlier in the week. I haven't thought about where its story will go next, not in the least; I'll just do some warm-up tangentially-related doodling, I think, and just launch into the next pages. I know I wanted to do a couple more panels of monster-of-the-month schtick, because it's fun, and I had an idea for some parallel action in there. I'd planned ahead to the center-spread of tentacles, and really don't know where to go from there.
Somehow that seems like a good metaphor for my life. Planned ahead as far as the tentacles. What do you do after the tentacles?
I feel like I'm right on the edge of a deep pit of circular depression that opened up in front of me, and need to figure out how not to fall in. Suddenly precarious. I need to do something unexpected. Something different. Ideas and proposals are welcomed.
Link from the above-mentioned lj-browsing: minimal shootemup found by
wolfwings. Windows-only so I have no clue how good it is but the concept's cute.Maybe some of this sudden gloom is from talking to my mother about the conversation she had with my grandmother the other day. It was the extended mix of the "why can't you make Paul be a good boy" theme that Grandma has never expressed to my face for the last twenty years or so, if not longer. And from not really hearing back on the job leads I got. And probably lots of other little things piling up.
Maybe I'll feel better after a shower.