On The Mothership

Here we are again and yes, I missed last Friday. But that is not a problem. As what usually happens with creative people, I have reached a block with: 1) my writing 2) my art 3) keeping up with this here blog So there is only one thing little artistic me can do. Create pessimistic, existential comics. As well as spend hours online, trying to glean some inspiration from others. In all honesty, my time spent online probably is something like this: Which, with only two weeks left in the summer semester, isn't always the best thing. But some advice for my fellow creative people: -Even if you think what you are making is crap, it's not -Bad stuff = good stuff -You may discover a new interest in trying to work through your block -Your frustrations can actually come across as clever in any work you do -As an artist, you just might develop or pick up a new style, like I have with my little comics and illustrations, while still working through your block with

It is Friday, my dudes, and I have returned. I had planned to blog last Friday, but with it being the day before my birthday and all, I did not find the opportunity to do so, but now I am back. As just mentioned, it was my day of birth last Saturday. I have now lived my first week as 17 years old and to celebrate, these were some of the things that I did during my first week as a 17 year old: 1) bought my electric guitar (finally), after saving up money for months (and now I can check off one more goal for this year) 2) got my driver's license (after waiting in line for over an hour and a half) 3) bought many CDs the same day I got my license (Metallica, Def Leppard, and Jack White) That's about it, for new adventures, for the time being. My birthday was really great, but I was soon knocked back to reality that Sunday night when I had a ton of homework due that I had not yet started on (but that happens to me every Sunday, honestly). I only have four weeks left in