Wolf Wears Wool

And enter the ginger, stage door.

Blah, is it just me, or does September consistently, unfailingly and annoyingly feel like the longest month out of  every year?  Come the 1st of October, I always look at the calendar with a curious sensation of relief pouring in to flush out the accumulation of malaise and ennui.  Hurgh, come on, 1st October.  I’m waiting for you, baby and I need you so bad, uuunnnngh  . . .

Also, happy Rosh Hashanah to my Jewish friends.  I was going to link to an utterly gorgeous piece of music I heard on the classical station yesterday which was played with regard to the start of the holiday, but alas, alack, avast and poo, I have forgotten the name of it.  Let it never be said that F. Lee does not, in fact, have a colander for a head.

And the specialathon continues . . . Just as my bruising is starting to heal, one of my lymph nodes decides to stick up its equivalent of two lymphy nodey fingers at me and swell quite painfully, making the entire side of my neck very sore indeed.  Dear body . . . Let’s stop being ridiculous, shall we?

Lymph Node: “Imma make yo throat so’ and your nose blow and yo temp’racho’ go WHOOOOOA, WAY UP DERE, BRO . . .!”

SHUT UP.  I am trying to drink my tea.  And since when do I have an aspiring (bad) rapper for a lymph node? Oh, wait.  Ridiculous. Right.

. . . Come on, let your haaair down.  Well, Ursula’s hair may be up in the literal, physical sense approximately ninety percent of the time, but it’s down in the metaphorical (often cheeky) sense a good 109%

. . . Which may or may not be a good thing for Simon.

At any rate, as you might have guessed from last update’s blog, all sort of wankery, nonsense, frustration fodder and general annoyicon has been belched, farted and vomited upon me in the past week.  My internet has been down since Sunday, so I have been going to my parents’ house after work every day to leech off of them until they go to bed . . . Which leaves me about two and a half hours to get EVERYTHING THE FUCKING HECK DONE and it has been a rush and a half quite consistently.  I have a lot of shite to maintain, alas.

. . . And no, I really don’t use Facebook, so don’t get any fine ideas about where those two and a half precious hours have been going

Additionally, at work, this week marked my first time at the counter (and my popping a proverbial retail cherry, if you’ll permit some further cheekiness in metaphor).  I have had my share of jobs.  I have never worked retail.  I have never really worked with people in that sense . . . I’ve worked with children and animals, I worked from home, and in a warehouse.

Don’t get me wrong.  I like people.  I’m very shy, but I like people and I like to help them find what they need.  This, however, is not a cashier job in the casual sense by ANY stretch.  This is a very posh lighting and furniture store where very posh people come in wanting to purchase, order, return and haggle over merch worth huge gobs of cash.  The whole process is ridiculously complex and it has to be done differently for every customer.  It’s a high pressure environment with customers, contractors and designers who want their items yesterday and expect you to know everything about everything.  Never having worked a register in my life, it’s a lot to be thrown into at once . . .

In addition, the lack of internet has meant the time with my K. has been limited almost to the point of nothingness.  We do better when the contact is copious.

Aye, it has been a stressful week, yessirreebob.

But now . . . I am off for the first time in five days (having worked nine to eleven hours on each of those five), sitting in a nearby cafe and having meself a chococroissant with mint tea.  As I said before, life is good.  It’s going to go on, going good and getting better when I least expect it.

I’ve have some ideas for a miniseries of drawings/paintings involving my mancrush, Oscar Wilde. Will hopefully splash out a few of those soon and upload them to Tumblr. In the meantemps, hope you enjoy the update ^_^

New update, la dee daa . . . But there is something of elephantine size that I am forgetting . . . ‘OH RIGHT’, says the F.-brain, ‘SOMETHING I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO MENTION/DO . . .’

Last week-end I went to the Small Press Expo for a wee bit.  I met many amazing indie comic artists, both established and up and coming.  So, for every update, I’d love to mention/feature one of them in this blog.  Today, I’ll start with JADE F. LEE (funnily enough ^_^)

It was an absolute pleasure meeting this artist and talking to her, even though I didn’t get to do so for overly long.  She does beautiful work which I was instantly magnetised by.  I purchased her book, ‘The Allegory of the Sandwich, which is lovingly handbound using a traditional Japanese sewing technique (correct me if I am wrong about that) and is filled with all sorts of wonderful inkwork in a variety of styles.  Some of it is detailed an intricate, looking almost like a woodblock print, whilst other parts of more winsome and, well, adorable.  Every page is a treat, with its masterful layouts.  You can have a looksee at what I am talking about HERE; http://www.stego-taco.com/storyline/the-allegory-of-the-sandwich/. Suffice it to say, this was one of my favourite purchases from the event.  Keep a watch out, also, for Jade’s upcoming comic here;  http://www.stego-taco.com

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Busy past few days, babes . . . Quite last-minutedly, one of me bestest mateys from college randomly said “I HAVE A WEE BIT OF TIME OFF WORK FINALLY I CAN COME AND SEE YOU IF THAT’S ALL RIGHT.” To which I said “BLOODY HELL YES.” A whirlwind of last-minute perfunctory tidying, begging my boss for a few hours off from work and pleading with the Divine Feline powers that my flat did not reek too badly of catness, the Tiff and the F. were reunited after too blummen’ long.  Adventures were had, food was eaten, laughs were laughed, cats were played with and miaowed at, witnessing a comic shop’s ceiling spontaneously start dripping, then gushing suspiciously disgusting fluid occured . . .  I have missed this girl so effin’ much.  and I do again.  One and a half days was NOT ENOUGH by half.  Thanks for coming to see me, Tifflebee .  . for this adorbabbible drawing of my Ru.

Eurgh, no time to blog, people.  Must go to work. Most eurgh-ly indeed.

I battled with this page quite mightily, I can tell you.  I met it at Therompylae, I ambushed it in the Teutoburg forest, I joined forces with Joan in Orleans against it, then finally skipped ahead a few centuries becuase, heh, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT TRENCH WARFARE IS THE WAY TO GET THINGS DONE. Oh ho ho . . . But yer, I’ll forego this reference to the The Somme and say that the page is up and I’m pleased with it.  In the words of Hugh Laurie a la BlackAdder, “Well, huzzah and hurrah!”

. . . Mind, that is George before he climbed over the proverbial top, not after, but there you are.

But heh, here’s more of that old Simon that we saw before.  Is it just me, or did I make him look a touch . . . er, Raphealite?  Or was it Pre-Raphealite? Glughghgh . . . powers . . . failing . . . history geek . . . crumbling . . .

Anyhoo, I must be off to run a few errands, but I just wanted to say that so far, this morning has been absolutely lovely.  It is the first morning I’ve gotten to really sleep in in quite a while, and right as I was beginning to wake up (i.e. as Ru was punching holes in my solarplexus by walking on my torso and sanding my face off  with his tongue), my K. rang me.  It was so gorgeous to be able to wake up to my girl’s voice, almost like she were actually right here with me . . . ::snif::  . . . Ungh, life is effin’ beautiful.