Happy birthdays to the November 3rd trio; Trisa, Moira, and Franklin. May your fortunes triple. Apparently to-day's also Kevin Murphy's birthday.
Last night I dreamt I was either having lunch or sex with someone. It was one or the other, I can't remember which. For some reason I've had a lot of trouble remembering my dreams lately.
I've felt oddly complacent lately, too, like I'll accept anything that comes along. All the trailers before Zack and Miri Make a Porno looked good, even the ones for movies I'm pretty sure are going to suck. For some reason, they were nearly all trailers for horror movies, including one with Gary Oldman co-written by David Goyer that looked like maybe an Omen movie, but I'm not sure it was.
Oh, here it is. The Unborn. Huh. I guess it's a Jewish version of The Omen. Looks like it's directed by Goyer, too. It's going to suck so hard. I guess this is what comes of the undeserved cred Goyer got from The Dark Knight.
To-day I've a particularly difficult page to draw. Yesterday's was supposed to be easy, but I ended up adding a bunch of maybe unnecessary flourishes.
Here's a little Venia's Travels bonus feature for you;
That's a doodle of Wircelia and Kakeshya from my school notebook, drawn in March or April. For some reason I envisioned Wircelia early on tossing fish around like the Swedish Chef.
The teacher saw me drawing it while we were supposed to be having group discussions about Paradise Lost. "It's a gorgon," I said. "It's a mythological creature, it's relevant." I still think Milton would dig it.