Wow, it's been a while since I was here. God, life takes its toll and then where are you left? Anyway, I am heading out to Comic-Con again this year and I hope to see Missy and some of the other girls out there. Last year was a blast and I'm sure that this year will be equally fun.
Life has been up and down lately; I'm not quite sure where things are heading, but it is a new and strange place. I have been working heavily on Haven (a book project I started a few years ago) and I am really excited to see where it takes me. It's fantasy story set in both a traditional and steam punk world. Hopefully when it is done a publisher will think it's as interesting as I do. I am mixing in a bit of tattoo art and things to make the magic system functional and somewhat original (hopefully). If anyone has some cool steam punk or Celtic work done that they wouldn't mind sending me a picture of I'd be greatly appreciative.
Mostly though I spend my time working, teaching summer school and checking people in at the Gym (not performed simultaneously). I have decided that there is very little in the world that will ruin a person's self image than working at a gym. I hate the gym, I am in no way a gym rat, and while I don't consider myself to be unhealthy, I am not in the best shape of my life either. I got the gym job because it came with a free membership; since I started working there 6 months ago, I have worked out twice! I stand behind the counter, smile, scan peoples membership cards, answer the same question over and over again (we close @ midnight), page patrons to the day care because their kids are beating up someone else's kids, wash towels, clean the bathroom, clean machines, rerack weights because people are too lazy to lift the two inches off the ground to hang them on a weight tree. (This is, i think, one of the most amazing parts to working at the gym. People will come in, life large metal plates hung off long metal rods, over and over, but when they are done they won't lift that same plate they have just finished lifted 1000 time another two feet to put it away. Instead, they will stack the plates in a precarious reverse pyramid, lightest weight on the bottom, heaviest on top, so that when I go around to pick up after them (because gym bitch is part of my job description too,it's in the fine print; I checked) the weights topple over crushing my foot and my will to live. How lazy are you. You can't convince me that they are too tired to life the weights and put them back because they simply move onto the next contraption to start the heavy lifting all over again.)
Anyway, I rant, I rave, nobody really cares! It's life! So, what do I do? I go home get some sleep and start it all over gain the next day. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to grow up so that no one could tell me what to do and I wouldn't worry about teenage drama. What no one tells you, or at least no that you hear if they do, is that it doesn't really get that much better. Adult drama is just as much of a pain as kid drama, responsibilities get more demanding a you age, and instead of having someone to remind you of what you are supposed to be doing, you have to remember it all by yourself. Being an adult sucks! Is there a way to merge the best of both worlds? If someone figures that out could you please drop me a line?
Cheers,
Price
Life has been up and down lately; I'm not quite sure where things are heading, but it is a new and strange place. I have been working heavily on Haven (a book project I started a few years ago) and I am really excited to see where it takes me. It's fantasy story set in both a traditional and steam punk world. Hopefully when it is done a publisher will think it's as interesting as I do. I am mixing in a bit of tattoo art and things to make the magic system functional and somewhat original (hopefully). If anyone has some cool steam punk or Celtic work done that they wouldn't mind sending me a picture of I'd be greatly appreciative.
Mostly though I spend my time working, teaching summer school and checking people in at the Gym (not performed simultaneously). I have decided that there is very little in the world that will ruin a person's self image than working at a gym. I hate the gym, I am in no way a gym rat, and while I don't consider myself to be unhealthy, I am not in the best shape of my life either. I got the gym job because it came with a free membership; since I started working there 6 months ago, I have worked out twice! I stand behind the counter, smile, scan peoples membership cards, answer the same question over and over again (we close @ midnight), page patrons to the day care because their kids are beating up someone else's kids, wash towels, clean the bathroom, clean machines, rerack weights because people are too lazy to lift the two inches off the ground to hang them on a weight tree. (This is, i think, one of the most amazing parts to working at the gym. People will come in, life large metal plates hung off long metal rods, over and over, but when they are done they won't lift that same plate they have just finished lifted 1000 time another two feet to put it away. Instead, they will stack the plates in a precarious reverse pyramid, lightest weight on the bottom, heaviest on top, so that when I go around to pick up after them (because gym bitch is part of my job description too,it's in the fine print; I checked) the weights topple over crushing my foot and my will to live. How lazy are you. You can't convince me that they are too tired to life the weights and put them back because they simply move onto the next contraption to start the heavy lifting all over again.)
Anyway, I rant, I rave, nobody really cares! It's life! So, what do I do? I go home get some sleep and start it all over gain the next day. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to grow up so that no one could tell me what to do and I wouldn't worry about teenage drama. What no one tells you, or at least no that you hear if they do, is that it doesn't really get that much better. Adult drama is just as much of a pain as kid drama, responsibilities get more demanding a you age, and instead of having someone to remind you of what you are supposed to be doing, you have to remember it all by yourself. Being an adult sucks! Is there a way to merge the best of both worlds? If someone figures that out could you please drop me a line?
Cheers,
Price