19 October 2002: Zoo

I'm back.  My month-long neglect of this journal has been roughly concurrent with similar hiatuses (hiati?) by Geminica, Stagewalker, and Moly - prompting Lexicat, in her own journal, to denounce the lot of us as "a buncha stale-ass, journal-moulderin', URL-putrefyin', can't jot the MOTD wankin', sporulatin', highly oxidized, rancid web-page rottin' poopy-heads."  Considering how busy I've been, making art and teaching and being an upstanding pillar of the community and an inspiring role model to children everywhere, this is a grossly unjust slander, cruel and vicious and entirely unfounded.  Although it is, of course, still true of Geminica, Stagewalker, and Moly.

Well, actually, it's not true of Geminica anymore, because she, too, has begun posting journal entries again.  And Bonkydog's got two new poem/entries up, for the first time since January.  We'd all given up months ago on pestering, slandering, and threatening him, and had written him off, burned burned all our pictures of him, cast down his idols, erased him from our memories, and forbidden mention of his name in our homes (which has been particularly inconvenient for me, since I live with him).

Now I'm going to have some time to write and to work on my own art again, because I dropped my 3D animation class yesterday.  I still don't know exactly what areas of the Multimedia field I'm going to end up working in, but it's not going to be 3D animation, because I just don't find it fun.  The user interfaces of the software just don't do it for me; they're not conducive to the sort of art-trance that I like to be in when I work.  As opposed to Photoshop and Illustrator, which I find thoroughly enjoyable, and almost certainly will end up using professionally in one way or another.

Speaking of my Photoshop and Illustrator work, another reason that Lexicat's scurrillous slanders are unjust is that I have not entirely neglected this site - I've continued to update the Art Gallery, which I think should count.

At the same time as I post this entry, I'll be posting yet another piece, "War Is Not the Answer."  This one is hardly a work of fine art - it's just a bit of lettering and layout, taking some activist committee's true-but-not-exactly-brilliant slogan and making it into an eye-catching wall poster.  The reason it merits inclusion in my online archive is that it's going to be my first piece of digital artwork to be published somewhere other than on the Web.  Vista College is hosting some sort of antiwar conference in November, and they want to put this "War Is Not the Answer" slogan on a whole bunch of flyers and hang them up around campus during the conference, and this here design of mine is the one they're going to use.

When last I wrote, I wrote of the Moot.  It was Opsimath who founded the Moot originally, but he's long since left it.  Just a couple of weeks ago, Opsimath started a new online community bulletin board, the Moot Zoo.  I love it.  It rocks.  I made a logo for it.  Already some good conversations going.  And a perfect place to organize projects and events, or to post invitations to parties, games, rituals, and such.  I'm predicting and hoping that this is going to be the Pack's new online nexus.  There are only 18 members so far, but they're good ones.  Some locals, some old New Jersey friends, Geminica, Moly, the Khan, and all of my favorite ex-wives.  As with the Moot, I urge you to join the Moot Zoo if you're cool enough to be a regular reader of this journal.  And as with the Moot, if Opsimath hasn't already emailed registration instructions to you, you'll have to email me for them, because I don't want to leave them posted here for just anyone (for all I know, there might actually be some very unsavory people who read this journal... chimp fetishists and the like).

Those tragic souls who have not yet made the acquaintance of Opsimath might want to check out his RPG-oriented Otherwhere site - linked to on my Pack page, like all the best sites.

And hey, look at that, Zann just posted a new journal entry, too, while I was writing this one.  Truly our pack doth rock mightily.