Hey, so my account's been dead for a while! But Tumblr flagging my picture congratulating my nephew on beating lymphoma seems like a pretty good reason to just really close the book and move on!
I'm on Twitter at (@samBkays): https://twitter.com/samBkays?s=09
Thanks for sticking around, and see you there!
I went in and there were still ten minutes of the Frozen short left and I walked back out.
My friend ID for Animal Crossing:
2192.3215.445
I WANT MORE CHAIRS. I NEED IT TO LOOK LIKE I'M A FAILED MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER.
And the thing I’m working on, I found out I can say what it is: Zim.
I’m working on Invader Zim.
I tried to post that dumb door picture three times and the Tumblr app failed on me every time, then posted it twice when I wasn’t looking. And then I attempted to post a correction that never got posted.
APP.
I love my new job, but it looks like it's gonna nab up massive amounts my time and energy for a little while! Or maybe walking two miles in 100°F+ is brain-killing me? Possibly! I AM NOT TAKING AN UBER FOR THAT SHIT THOUGH, THAT'S DUMB. I will barbecue my ass before I tell a stranger I need him to drive me two minutes down the road. Hopefully I can acclimate here soon and keep content flowing, but for now I got the jelly arms by 8 PM.
Busy with the move this week, so have a simple little ditty kitty I did for a fellow goon a while back.
So here’s a thing: I’ve been hired by a major animation studio. I don’t know how much I can exactly say, but it’s... fuck, I’m in a weird place. I applied so I could tell myself, “Hey, at least you’re doing something. At least you’re sending out resumes.” And then I got a reply, and then I tested for it and during the whole thing I was telling myself, “You’re going to get rejected, you’ve got to be strong, you can get past this, get better, it’ll get better.”
And then I got it. Like, not even an interview after the test. I just got it. And then I just spent the whole day crying and I’m crying right now and I didn’t... emotionally prepare myself for this possibility. I’m someone who prepares for the worst. I brace myself. Now I don’t know what to do. And even more, this is something near and dear to me. This is a cornerstone of why I shot for the tiny, erratic window of animation instead of the reliable, consistent world of neurology. I don’t know what to do, I just keep crying. And I’m holding my breath, why do I keep doing that.
So that’s what’s going on with me right now.
God, this is my dream. I’ve got my dream job and now I’m just terrified I’ll fuck it up. I can’t think.
Celebrating the persistence of MS Paint and why change is bad. Like, way worse than you thought possible, my god.
Slytherin’s clearly the best house. It’s not like I’m not biased or anything.
Where have I been forever? Why have I not been doin’ shit around here? I decided to nut up and stop promising myself that one day, when I get good, I’ll do a comic. I’m just gonna fucking do it now and all of you are going to have to suffer for it because I AIN’T GETTING ANY YOUNGER.
So you can start here. I’ve only done 35 pages thus far. I’m probably going to be screwing a lot of things up. I’m still learning.
Is this something I’d be interested in doing full time? Absolutely! Do I know that’s a pipe dream? Oh, the understanding is crushing! But I put this up in good faith and am curious anxious to see the response. Because lawd knows I care way, way too much of what people think of me.
Hope y’all bear with me and by all means, let me know your thoughts. I’m a novice here and I probably need to get slapped around a bit.
Haha, I’m going to regret that! :D
