I’ve had a really, really productive day, and that in spite of a three-hour nap.

That’s right… THREE HOURS. From 11am until almost 2pm I slept. I got a little cartooning done before then, and figured the day was shot when I woke back up. I was groggy to the point of being almost disabled.

Then again, I’ve been sick and sleep-deprived, and that three-hour nap may have been just what I needed to catch back up with Life in the Not-So-Fast Lane.

I penciled, inked, and scanned. I cranked out three separate page-drafts for one of my commercial comic gigs. I did some draft coloring for a commission… and all that got done AFTER the nap.

Then there was this little spat on the Keenspot Members forum. Long story short: some people don’t want serious criticism, even though they claim to be asking for it. They want a love-in. Oh well. I’ll just save my energy for the ongoing critical analysis of my own work, and let them stew in their own juices. I’d say more, but it would be inappropriate. I’ve said more on the forums, and those comments were probably beneath me. It’s like defecating, I suppose. It’s out of my system now, it’s beneath me, and I’m sure there are others all to happy to play in it like sick fools.

There are several other things about which it would not be appropriate for me to say anything right now, but those are happy, grow-the-business kinds of things. I can keep a secret. After all, I knew Petey was coming back and THAT secret didn’t leak for 19 months.

–Howard

I’m home now, and I’ve got to get busy. I just inked a pair of strips, and this morning I plowed through some business email that needed, well, plowing.

I won’t trouble you folks with the task list, save to say that the hardest part of it BY FAR is prioritization, followed closely by focus. There’s so much that needs to be done that it’s easy to do the wrong stuff first, and there’s so much to do that it’s easy to get distracted from the task at hand.

Case in point… I need to write a Con Report for Linucon, and when I contemplate writing it, I end up puttering in my Live Journal.

Bye!

–Howard

I’ve had a great time. I’m too tired by FAR to try and write a con report right now, so here are some cryptic notes for me to use later:

The chaos machine, Friday Night.
Wil’s reading, and drawing a picture of Tamara Gorski
Tech sessions, oh how I’m beginning to despise doing them… pity I’m still good at it.
Evil Stevie’s Pirate Game
Custom Buttons
The Art Auction
Geek Culture session with Wil, Cathy, and Rick
Writing session with Rick and Rie
How to Draw session with Victory (yes, I was PRESENTING… giggle giggle)
Chaos machine and Hot Glue
The Masquerade, and General Levaughn Matsui Hugo “Tron-Guy” Xinchub
Fangirl photo moment with Steve Jackson and I.
Oh crap I lost my camera!
(Sorry. False alarm.)
Interview with Wil Wheaton
Banquet

That’s it. More chaos for me, now.

I’m pressed for time. I’m tired, and I need to go to bed. There’s also a giant marble-track machine in the lobby that I want to play with. Pardon me if this entry lacks my usual prose.

The high point of Friday at Linucon was the Celebrity Munchkin event. I drew four cards for the event, and we stuck them in the top 30 of the door cards stack, which meant that as long as the game ran for five or six rounds, they’d all end up in play.

The cards:
1) Level 20 Secret Service (Steve Jackson always wins against the Secret Service)
2) Level 14 Even Worse Hands (Eric Flint is at +12 to beat them)
3) Level 13 Daryl McBride (Eric Raymond always wins against Daryl McBride)
4) Level 10 William Effing Shatner (Wil Wheaton MUST help you fight, and he gets all the treasure.)

Steve Jackson drew the William Effing Shatner card. Wil had to help him fight, and between the two of them, they had him beat. Then Eric Raymond threw “… and its CLONE!” into the fray, and suddenly Wil and Steve were in danger of being beaten. But Steve had a one-shot up his sleeve. “Semi-Final Strike” tripled the value of his cyborg deely-boppers, at the cost of destroying them. BOOOM! William Effing Shatner AND his clone fell before the combined forces of Steve Jackson and Wil Wheaton, before a crowd of exuberant, jubilant spectators. We all cheered.

Wil ended up winning the game, via some very masterful playing of one-shots and character abilities in the last round. And he talked me into preventing Steve from winning by playing a card that could ALSO have been used against him. You know what? I don’t care. I had a BLAST watching the players react to the cards I’d drawn, and William Effing Shatner was the hit I hoped he’d be.