Work is tiresome every now and then, even for me.

Art is happening, slowly but surely. Walsh Square extra slowly due to lack of constant communications with Phil me writer D:

Another fun project has come along; and I have sort of been at it lately. Just sitting around, brainstorming and sketching. Reminds me of when we were kids.

You'll see some drawrings real soon. Fun stuff. :3

Okay. Here's the deal.

I've been working on a plan to get myself working again, because I've been saying for years that I want to do this for real and look at how far I've gotten with anything.

So, I think it was like, last summer that I decided to wrap up a hefty handful of my previous ideas (the short-lived Life Well Spent, a high school dramedy that never started, and a four-page intro to a sprawling, large-cast mall-life comedy, as well as a few others in the same vein) into one idea that I thought was a pretty solid concept.

The casts I had spent so much thought and time developing gave me a gigantic pool of characters to work with (despite a few staples that were apparent in many different incarnations)which quickly became a solid two-dozen of characters ranging from well- to almost-developed. This with the desire to work on something dramatic (but funny!); something that could be like old-to-new school "afterschool specials"... but wasn't. And so it began.

At the center of all of this is the focal (and tentatively title) locaction, Walsh Square. A small area in a small(ish) and very fictional coastal town in California. I stess fictional for a reason, that being Walsh Square and the town (still unnamed) are (were?) such a nice place to be, and that's part of what the story is conveying. Not just how awesome it is, but it's slow decline as it is subjected to the all-consuming force of Change.

For example, a small (also unnamed) gated community has been slowly starting to have more and more of an effect on the town. Everything else is secret.

Anyways, I needed a writer, and along came Phil. Phil was the writer of the aforementioned Life Well Spent, and I must admit that Phil wrote a good many more issues than I eventually created.

Phil's a genius at writing, he's a very funny guy (it translates quite well into comic humor), and it also just so happens that he was the person who got me to take The O.C. seriously. So, it's clear to see just how clear to me that I needed Phil to write this.

Oh. Also. Read Phil's blog about everything. [link]

So, we have a first story plan that's beautiful, and I am feeling very good.

Also I have my copy of CS2 (which I still hella love) to work in Vista for the first time every, and finally have the internet.

I am feeling very good.

Maybe you should, too.

Be naughty.

It would appear as though I finally have a solid internet connection finally. Solid in that, I'm paying for it. So there you go.

I have to admit that art will still be slim, as it's going to take a while for my computer fund to fill up all the way to what I'm thinking will have to be about $1,800. I've always considered myself a patient person.

We'll see how that goes.

Anyways, now that I'm active again (again) I look forward to seeing some beautiful work from all of you-- that's right, you, to keep me entertained while I brainstorm my money-maker.

To anyone who decides to read this journal-- because you're probably my fave dA folk-- i MISS you guys!

So i'm back at my mom's house (which, in theory, is way better than the last place), and so i'm, reasonably, revved up for some friggin internets again. Of course now my mom's computer is acting wonky, and the monitor isn't, like, recieving the computer.

So I plugged in my computer, and my monitor.

Mysteriously, same problem. I'm beginning to wonder if that's maybe because of like, voltage and power and stuff from the old power strip they use. curious.

so i promise to be more active and upload stuff as soon as this problem is solved.

maybe doing something cool, if i can get phil to write. i say that a lot. i hope i mean it this time.

be awesome, guys

made me laugh the other day (in naught but pure contempt, mind you) by adding one of my mad-nice pieces of [i]art[/i] (business of clearing throats) to his gallery entitled "Worst shit I have ever seen" ([link] ).

The magnificent work he put in the gallery?
[link]

Clearly is jealous of my skillz with a tablet, flash, and one and a half minutes. And if that's not the case, I think maybe suspects that he has work in his gallery that comes anywhere close to how nice [link] actually is.

I would personally like to thank for allowing me the opportunity to vent some of the frustration I've developed of late, as well as write fancily purely for the sake of doing so.

Additionally, should you find yourself unable to see at the glaring sarcasm I displayed in regards to "Go, Go, Power Rangers!" being anywhere near "good", perhaps it would be best you reread the entry with this new, extraordinary knowledge. And then maybe leave a response. As always, I'm

Yours
~Justin