Sup! Late last year, the wife was beating my head in for not having much time for her. It’s the life of a comicbook guy, you know? Nah, not really. I just slack off too much playing videogames and forgetting to draw until about an hour before she gets home from work. At which time, I’m laboring over pages and looking like I’m in full concentration mode. It’s all a farce. Hehehe. Actually, not really, but it sounded pretty good.
I was actually juggling two books at the same time, blowing both deadlines pretty badly. What’s worse was the fact that one book, fill ins of Batgirl and Robin, were drawn in the American comics style. The other book, BLANK, was drawn in a more manga style. My brain was getting all screwed up switching back and forth. Wifey also wasn’t happy since I was putting in some crazy hours.
After the DC stint, I was doing just BLANK. Life returned to normal with lazy days available for the wife’s favorite pastime. SHOPPING. Yes, the dreaded “S” word. Where she drags me to the places I hate most. Malls and Clothing stores. My eyes glaze over as soon as we step foot into one of those places, where my role becomes baggage handler once more. I was a baggage handler at Dulles International Airport about 12 years ago. My role still hasn’t changed much save the size of the bags.
On a side note, to let you know, Asians and Middle Eastern people had the heaviest f%$king bags on Earth! We made bets to see which bags or boxes would contain a family packed in there. I worked a handful of International flights which included Japan Airlines, All Nippon Airways, Lufthansa, Air France and Air Arabia(?) (I think that was the name) Or something like that. I didn’t work that one much.
Which reminds me. I loaded a HEAVY f*&king box on the Arabia flight once. Struggled with that thing for about 15 mins. Pulled a few suitcases from the can (you know, those big silver boxes being pulled by the little tractor thingie you see at airports) Anyways. I was kicking this big bitch into the can there when the box ripped and all of this SAND spilled out. SAND. This heavy ass cardboard box going to some place in the Middle East had SAND in it! I sweated balls to pack a box of sand to go to someplace with a a LOT of sand.
Asians aren’t much better. Asian people are SMALL. How they manage to consistently pack 300 pound bags and carry them to an airport, I’ll never understand. What the hell, people are you MOVING the f*&k back??? Did you pack the house in those suit cases? By the way, just so you know. The wife went back to Thailand a couplea months ago. Her suitcases easily weighed 400 lbs EACH……… Damn you, AZN’s!!!!!
Boy, did I go off, huh? Sorry about the rant. Getting back on track, now.
Anyways, things are happening fast here at the studio. I just hired an assistant to help me work on BLANK. He’ll be here Saturday to train, so I’ll have him jump on here to properly introduce himself.
There also a deep dark secret that I’m holding off on announcing for now. NO, I’m not a closet.. ANYTHING. Well, maybe a closet weirdo, but you guys already knew that, so it ain’t a secret.
I’ll make a formal announcement, probably early next week.
Til then, pieces.
