Band Name of the Day:
Lefty Lucy and the Tighty Righties
Amateur Act of the Day:
Bible Dancers
Yourmometer will live again! I swear!
As you may have noticed, I've kind of burned out and so I've just completely taken this summer off of drawing (pretty much in general, actually). I'll be starting back up for the fall, but for this semester I'm going to be doing only one strip a week, hopefully of slightly higher quality, but we'll see. I'm going to try very hard not to overdo things and to get mah groove back on.
In not-comic news, I'll be teaching a class this fall in Operating Systems, which is Not My Area Of CS and I don't even have a supervising professor to make my decisions for me, so this one's all on me. Between that and preparing for my preliminary exam (basically "write up and propose your dissertation and don't sound like a complete idiot"), it's going to be a busy few months. Well-wishes, food and/or booze are always welcome if you see me around, and might not even be construed as bribery if you're in my class...
So I got back to this hemisphere and found that Hobbes had posted this thing about "unfucking your morning". It took me a while to get it (and in the meantime she had referred me to the fantastic Unfuck Your Habitat blog, which I have been reading because I finished all my work for the day today. I have to say that this is the best thing ever. Entertaining to read and also strangely motivating.
Now for the irony. As some of you may know, I have a grown-up job with a salary and everything! (The mind reels.) And I am of the view that having money can sometimes mean that you can choose to not worry about certain things. For me, this is cleaning. I fuckin' hate to clean. Dishes, sweeping, and don't get me started on the bathroom. It's just not something I like doing. Add in the 9-5 job, the general laziness, and all the other excuses, and you get me hiring a maid service to come and do a once-over every couple of weeks. (The other benefit to this, by the way, is coming home after a convention or a long weekend and seeing the apartment nice and need. It's an extra-special gift to myself.)
So today was the first day of me using this maid service. And what do I find myself doing last night? Unfucking my habitat. Because they aren't going to know where these books go. And they aren't going to know that those things have to go to the dry cleaners. And they certainly aren't going to roll the battle map up nice and neat and preserve the fantastic maps that our DM draws. And God forbid they not put my RPG books back in the right order! (Of course there's an order they should go in.) Two and a half hours later it's 1 AM, I've done two loads of laundry, emptied my dishwasher, washed my dishes, I can see my bedroom floor again, and my living room looks like a room I might actually want to live in. And all the while, I'm thinking to myself, "I'm not cleaning. I'm unfucking."
Then, last night, before I went to bed, on the advice of the "Unfucking Your Morning" checklist, I did something that I think I have never done before: I put out my clothes for the next day. And when I woke up, I made my bed! I ended up changing the shirt I put out last night, but still! So thanks, UfYH, for helping me to start unfucking, even on the eve of people who I have hired to come clean things for me coming.
Tomorrow is day 2.
