Thank God for cartoons. Well… with the cartoons I’m talking about, it’s probably really not God’s doing. Most of Adult Swim is probably sent up by some minion of evil, but I feel strong… I can resist… and it just feels SO good.
It’s been a week of non-accomplishment, feels like. Which is frustrating. A lot of time spent waiting for other people, or waiting for ideas, or waiting for my computer. Though my recent spate of tech troubles are just about squared away, and I went and picked up my Seagull (can barely see the crack!) – I’ve got a freelance logo design job that’s busily kicking my ass. I forgot that I wasn’t going to pick up any more corporate work, and here I am, trying to muddle my way through some imagery that I’m just not at home with.
I don’t miss corporate design at all – but I must admit, the paycheck will be nice. I miss the $100/hr contracts sometimes.
Tonight, I’m crashing with my friend Liz, enjoying goat tacos. I didn’t know they existed either, but they were juicy, succulent, and just about everything I didn’t really expect out of a goat. I’m now prepared for some goat burgers, and perhaps a savoury goat stew.
We’ve got one more day before we hit the road again. I’m doing some session work for Sarah Fridrich’s new album tomorrow, and then it’s back into the trusty Saturn, though this time we’re only away for two weeks. Thank goodness. It doesn’t seem like that long since we got back from our mid-west tour (Liz was surprised to learn I was leaving again so soon) and really, winter faded to spring faded to summer, and I barely noticed. Time’s been moving with unseemly swiftness.
Bastard time.
Maybe we’ll find some good goat tacos in Boston or something.
