Arteest

It is a funny scenario, my friends. A couple of weeks ago, I went on a random idea that had me purchase a sketch pad. I decided to learn how to draw, mainly because I wanted to start a webcomic. Yes, that is the exact reason why I have decided to put pencil to paper. However, there have been a few bumps in my road. One is that I remembered while attempting to draw that I can't draw for shit. So, I guess I am reaching out to the general public for any sort of tips that may be helpful. Second being that the idea I finally planned on trying was taken last year without my knowledge. I wanted to start one about the hells of retail, an idea I thought no one had thought of. So, on a random whim, I decided to make sure I was right. A guy (in Massachusetts no less) decided to do the same thing in January 2006. Now, you can tell me all you want to do it anyway, but pretty much every joke that can be made about retail are generic and I could risk copying a joke here and there. So, I may have to find a new idea. Third being that even when I get my idea, I may have a snag in being funny. Now, if you know me, I try to be funny on a daily basis, mainly because it makes the day go by faster. Plus, being in a funny mood is better for me, it makes me feel a lot better in life in general. However, when I try to be funny at work or even when I was at school, it just came on a whim. I have a hard time pulling a joke from thin air, setting it up, and delivering the punchline effectively. A technique that maybe someone could help me with as well. Other than that, I am having a ball! I am practicing here and there, but I still don't feel like I am getting any better. That might be because I have high standards, but meh. On a lighter note, ER's suck. A few years back, I went to the ER in Haverhill over a very massive headache I had. They did bloodwork (which was spilled during the process), a cat scan, and other misc. work done to tell me I had a migrane. So, fast forward to last night when I was having this aching pain in my right side. Just to be safe, I decided to go to the ER to make sure my appendix was still intact and I was OK. Six hours of waiting and fun and bloodwork (which they didn't spill this time) and X-rays and urine testing to tell me that I am full of shit. You think that would be a good joke I finally made, but that was the truth. I was supposedly blocked up and the pain must be from that. Interesting enough, NO IT'S NOT. But, it might just be my hip. Meh. I'm out. Adios.