Alladinsane

07:20 am: I never write in my journal anymore.....
Last night: work work work. Strip fifty is coming along. So is the new site design. All in line for tomorrow's release. Jon draws till his hand cramps, then paces the floor for thirty seconds and draws some more. I'm glued to Jon's laptop, taking my first turn as Blahsville's colorist. Smitty's in the other room working on the new site. Every hour or so he pops in the room and shows us something that makes us laugh so hard milk comes out our nose, and we aint drinking milk, so that's weird. Then he disappears again. Jon's gotten about three minutes of sleep in the last three days. We're up late working then worrying. Then, bright and early in the morning, it's off to that other job(the one that pays), then immediately back to Blahsville. Photoshopping eyes onto all the minininjas causes my head to pop, which the guys repair, then immediately back to Blahsville. By tomorrow morning, everything will be done, or we'll all be dead, or both(which may be the best possible outcome).

02:46 pm: My obligatory occasional update....
Okay,
So now I've got a Livejournal, people are expecting me to post in it. I should have known.
Well, what to write about?
Blahsville is going well. At last check, it was very close to breaking our previous record for most visits in a month(set last month), and the month isn't even half over.
Big kudos to my wife, Jessamy. When we first talked about how we we're going to fire up the publicity machine when our archive was strong enough, I had imagined the three of us trying to reach everyone we could. Now, I realize that Jessamy IS the publicity machine. I haven't heard back from the other two yet, but I'm going to go out on a limb here and say Blahsville has it's publicist, and her name is Jessamy.
As for my personal life...
I didn't get accepted to EMU. I fully expected that this would happen. It was an eventuality I was completely prepared for, and I had a plan B(can you say "community college"?), but, nevertheless, there's something not altogether pleasant about being told, in writing, that your just simply not wanted. Even it is by a big soulless institution of higher learning. Especially when you were prepared to offer a large sum of money just to belong. I'm talking tuition here, not a bribe. I guess it doesn't help that EMU is the laughing stock of the elitists across town at U of M("The school you go to when you can't get accepted to a real university."). I don't think they really make fun of community college students, but that's probably because we're beneath their notice. So, I guess I'm a little depressed about that, but at least I hide it well.
Then there's my job. We won't get into that, today. Suffice to say that it is the status quo: Demeaning, demoralizing, demanding, and exhausting.
So what else is there to say?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
*sigh*

06:41 pm: Huh. I guess that's pretty much true.

I am an Asteroid. I am a drifter. I go where life leads, which makes me usually a very calm and content sort of person. That or thoroughly apathetic. Usually I keep on doing whatever I'm doing, and it takes something special to make me change my mind. What Video Game Character Are You?

07:58 pm: Aaaaggghhh!!!!!!
My wife is stalking my best friend is stalking me!

toddmeder's LJ stalker is kipplentoast!

kipplentoast is stalking you because they think you are the one who made anonymous abusive LJ comments. They are also eating your food when you aren't looking!

02:19 pm: I begrudgingly acquiesce
Well,
Here I am. I'm Todd B. Meder, and this is my live journal. My friend, Jon, has been after me to join LJ for a long time now, but always I've resisted. It didn't make sense to me that I should want to put my thoughts in a on-line journal. It made even less sense that people would read it. And the idea that people, particularly people I know, would be reading it seemed a deterrent for me to write anything of a personal nature, which one would think is the whole point of a journal, right? That whole "putting your private thoughts in writing" thing. And then there's the possibility of total strangers reading this thing. That's just creepy.
But, alas, here I am. But why am I here?
What's the score here?
What comes next?
Well, it went down like this: Jon, Smitty, and I have been working on our comic now for a few months. Said comic would be "Blahsville", and if you don't already know that, I'd be very curious as to just exactly how the hell you came to be reading this in the first place.
So, anyway, like I was saying, the comic was coming along rather nicely. And as the time for us to really go public drew nigh, Jon had a great idea: A Blahsville community on Live Journal. There was a catch, however. If I wanted to post to the community centered on the comic I help to create, I would have to join Live Journal.
The day after learning of this, I went to work having not entirely accepted the knowledge. When I came home, I found my wife, Jessamy, on the computer, on LJ, and posting to the Blahsville community with her own colorful Blahsville icon.
Jon had done an end run around me, and I had no choice.
So here I am, on Live Journal. I have lost, now, the right to make fun of my LJ friends. Alas, it seems, there is nothing I won't do to make Blahsville a success. And this Blahsville community seems a great way to get feedback.
You win this one, Bearup!
But I'll be back!