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Saturday...saa...turd...ay
Jun. 7th, 2008 10:18 pmSometimes you put a lot into a day, and then a day puts a lot into you. We started with a birthday party for an MR schoolmate of Boy's...at Chuck E. Cheese.
Most of the kids are normally wired for sound, and they were all subdued. The animatronics hadn't been serviced in a while, and they looked like they'd busted out of Lester's Possum Park. The dog would wave his paw, and the shredded pelt of his right paw would flap around.
Boy had a meltdown in the car because the ice cream sandwich that came from the machine wasn't green like the faded picture.
Then we saw Kung Fu Panda. I will write a longer review later. I loved it. To bits. It was loud, although not as loud as the trailers, which could have made mice explode. Boy was even more wound up after Panda.
Then I came home, gathered my drawing stuff, and left for Austin to draw at the Ka-Baam show. And sat on a single lane of 410 for a half-hour.
Someday I will remember how incredibly SHITTY parking in downtown Austin is. It is incredibly shitty. It is add-an-hour, an airhorn and get that middle finger ready shitty. It cost me ten bucks to park, and I ran to the theater. It was Africa hot in the theater. So hot it was actually humid. My hair curls in humidity. It was straight when I went in, it was curly when I came out.
The Ka-Baam show was really great, everything improv should be, everyone with everyone else, and all the people freaking hilarious. I drew madly through the origins to present the "cover" between the origins and acting out the cover art.
I'd drawn the birthday girl this morning. She was exhausted and subdued, but I still got a really cute drawing out of it, and a query about doing a party for pay. I was high.
I drew like mad and inked like mad and all I had to show after the origins were acted out was three sketchily-inked characters. I can say my describing the art and why I drew what I drew did get a laugh. Having barely any art to show at the break was painfully awkward. I was uncharacteristically nervous and tongue-tied. I forgot my joke about drawing on gold posterboard so that it was a foil variant.
What I did get done was enough for the talented Ka-Baamers, though. They turned it into a Golden-Age grade-Z comic yarn, as told by a six-year-old. It was freaking hilarious.
I knelt down at my chair in the back row and put the board on the seat and drew like mad as they acted out what there was of my cover to see, adding in bits to the art as they added parts to the story. At the end, I had a gloriously demented piece with monkeys and a Moon King, and a hypochondriac in a hazmat suit scrubbing a monkey to death, and the corpse of an over-solvented monkey, and the giant Moon Monkey Queen, that took up every square inch of the posterboard.
And no one saw it. I was really hoping the audience would get to see it a gain at the end when it was done. It was passed off to the person who'd suggested my favorite character, Hypochondriac girl. I didn't even get a picture of the art or with the cast!
The moment of presenting art that was nowhere near ready to show anyone is the kind of thing I dream about and am glad to wake up from. Well, now I've done it for real. It is far from my favorite moment of my career.
A word of advice: graphite on gold posterboard does not show up well under a blue light in a dark theater. Stick with white paper, and if you're on a strict time limit, about 3"x5", I'm thinking.
P.S.: Now that gas is $3.95, no more trips for me where I pay for my own gas! Holy cow.
Most of the kids are normally wired for sound, and they were all subdued. The animatronics hadn't been serviced in a while, and they looked like they'd busted out of Lester's Possum Park. The dog would wave his paw, and the shredded pelt of his right paw would flap around.
Boy had a meltdown in the car because the ice cream sandwich that came from the machine wasn't green like the faded picture.
Then we saw Kung Fu Panda. I will write a longer review later. I loved it. To bits. It was loud, although not as loud as the trailers, which could have made mice explode. Boy was even more wound up after Panda.
Then I came home, gathered my drawing stuff, and left for Austin to draw at the Ka-Baam show. And sat on a single lane of 410 for a half-hour.
Someday I will remember how incredibly SHITTY parking in downtown Austin is. It is incredibly shitty. It is add-an-hour, an airhorn and get that middle finger ready shitty. It cost me ten bucks to park, and I ran to the theater. It was Africa hot in the theater. So hot it was actually humid. My hair curls in humidity. It was straight when I went in, it was curly when I came out.
The Ka-Baam show was really great, everything improv should be, everyone with everyone else, and all the people freaking hilarious. I drew madly through the origins to present the "cover" between the origins and acting out the cover art.
I'd drawn the birthday girl this morning. She was exhausted and subdued, but I still got a really cute drawing out of it, and a query about doing a party for pay. I was high.
I drew like mad and inked like mad and all I had to show after the origins were acted out was three sketchily-inked characters. I can say my describing the art and why I drew what I drew did get a laugh. Having barely any art to show at the break was painfully awkward. I was uncharacteristically nervous and tongue-tied. I forgot my joke about drawing on gold posterboard so that it was a foil variant.
What I did get done was enough for the talented Ka-Baamers, though. They turned it into a Golden-Age grade-Z comic yarn, as told by a six-year-old. It was freaking hilarious.
I knelt down at my chair in the back row and put the board on the seat and drew like mad as they acted out what there was of my cover to see, adding in bits to the art as they added parts to the story. At the end, I had a gloriously demented piece with monkeys and a Moon King, and a hypochondriac in a hazmat suit scrubbing a monkey to death, and the corpse of an over-solvented monkey, and the giant Moon Monkey Queen, that took up every square inch of the posterboard.
And no one saw it. I was really hoping the audience would get to see it a gain at the end when it was done. It was passed off to the person who'd suggested my favorite character, Hypochondriac girl. I didn't even get a picture of the art or with the cast!
The moment of presenting art that was nowhere near ready to show anyone is the kind of thing I dream about and am glad to wake up from. Well, now I've done it for real. It is far from my favorite moment of my career.
A word of advice: graphite on gold posterboard does not show up well under a blue light in a dark theater. Stick with white paper, and if you're on a strict time limit, about 3"x5", I'm thinking.
P.S.: Now that gas is $3.95, no more trips for me where I pay for my own gas! Holy cow.
