Multi-tasking.

Wow, that last post was a real pill popper. It felt right at the time, but damn! If space aliens were to view that post as a representation of what Earthlings are, they'd think we all listen to Morrissey. Because space aliens would know who Morrissey is.

Month two of Meg's internship/school/work phase is underway. We hardly see each other, which isn't always a bad thing. Believe the hype, absence DOES make the heart grow fonder. So when I do see her, I'm very aware that I only have maybe a few hours, and even then our attention is still divided on a million things. Also, since I am (for the time being) essentially the sole bread winner, I'm more productive in solitude. I mean, I've been typing "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" at TWICE the speed that I used to!

But of course, I'd rather have her around. Not just for the company, or because I miss her, but for her own sake. She's like Jack Bauer right now, jumping from one mess to the next. I won't get into the specifics of her day, but when I hear about it, it's definitely an undertaking of Herculean proportions. and she comes home exhausted. There is that part of me that wishes I made more money so she didn't have to do all of this. But then again, she's really something awesome when she's on a roll with all this stuff. And if we had everything handed to us, we'd be a Kardashian. And who wants that? Sure, we all want to go out and get recreational butt x-rays. Hell, some of us actually NEED one! I have two lumps back there, and they have hair on both of them! Zing!

Remember when blogging was cool? (trademark copyright Jackie)

Okay, let's blog.

There is a beautiful breeze outside my window, and the sky is super blue with bright white clouds. I will soon be out on my balcony, trying to soak it all in while working. But not quite yet. I've been trying to take a moment before everything to make sure my mind is as clear as I can get it and that I have my bearings. With all the hoopla that comes with being a middle class cartoonist who tries to be everywhere and everything to everyone, (you know the type) I've been getting sloppy lately. Things that I thought I would've had done by now (I'm looking at you, unfinished flooring trim) are still not done. I've been double booking myself for things because I don't take the 20 seconds to write in a damn calendar. I take care of 9 things, and the 10th I can't get to, and then I've somehow become a disappointment to someone.

This will all change, I'm sure. Just like everything, you push yourself a little bit to grow, and lo and behold, you grow a little. And hell, now that I have an iPad (long story short, I was GIFTED an iPad2 by a friend/colleague who is too kind) my life should be all synched up, right?

Really what this feeling boils down to for me is my inability to accept things. If I just keep pushing this square peg, it WILL fit into that round hole! (Who the hell is manufacturing square pegs and round holes anyway? THEY'RE the ones with the real problems.) Isn't it always the way that your best and worst qualities tend to be the same quality. I get all kinds of praise and encouragement for my work ethic and drive, and yet - if you were to see me in my work mentality - you probably wouldn't enjoy talking to me very much. I get as calculating as an Asperger's math quiz.

So I'm going to go sit on my balcony and try to balance this whole business up here (gestures towards skull and it's contents), with all that beauty out there.

Smoke and mirrors.

Facebook status.

Blogging? What the hell is that?

My friend Jackie has a great tagline for her blog: "Remember when blogging was cool?" Jackie is someone who actually makes her blog a thing that it should be, which is to say "genuine." For me, this thing has been a dumping ground for all the stuff I'm working on. And as genuine as that stuff may be, I remember a time when I'd use blogging as a sort of diary. That was way more fun.

I've drifted in and out of this particular blog, mostly due to my uncertainty that I'm accomplishing anything here. (I post everything I'm legally able to post on my facebook accounts). But this particular lapse wasn't my fault, this time - the damn blog wouldn't work! I couldn't type, couldn't insert photobucket code, nothing! I tried fixing it at the time, to no avail. I then gave up, taking it as a sign from the gods that I'm not supposed to be blogging. Because I like to imagine that the gods' first and foremost responsibility is to reach down from the heavens and jack up my blog.

And now, for some strange reason, it's fixed itself! Bringing me back to my initial quandry: what the hell do I do with this thing?!

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