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2:34am
still here

Found Clarissa's blog through Mark's links
Reading her blog
makes me miss college life so much
suddenly remember what Batch72 is all about
all that fun
all that angst
all that... nothing

reading Clarissa's entries reminds me of how... "profilic" I was back in college
Back in the old days (said in grumpy old man's voice) we didn't have blogs...
we wrote stuff down on paper
and use ballpens that made a mess on your paper
Actually, I still keep a journal
which is my "paper life" is now divided in my journal and in my blog and in the emails I send to friends
It's funny how I sometimes read my college journal and discover that I actually knew words which I don't use now
that I actually sounded intelligent back then
and that I actually suprise myself that I was capable of such "deep thought"

ugh

i'd like to blame txting for my devolution

or maybe it's like in the agency
plus two years of writing nothing but cellphone copy

ugh



Frustrated artists

Also found this guy's site from Gerry's message board

Good stuff

too bad he has no place to show off his stuff

at least he's got the web

but like every other comic book artist out there

they want to see their stuff on print


And I still have three more issues of B72 to go.

Work.

Work, damn you, work!



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