I’m only just now getting the hang of writing 2005 instead of 2004.
I’m working a security job, which means I spend twelve hours a night playing with my pencils in an empty building in Eastern Passage. If I only had a laptop, I would be the world’s most productive moonlighter.
I’m currently negotiating what could end up being a fairly large freelance project — and it’s coming with the promise of distribution in impressive-looking numbers like “50,000”. I get excited enough seeing 100 reproductions of something I’ve done. If I have to pick up 50,000 at the print shop, I may end up trying to wallpaper my apartment with them! (more…)