Leech Worm

You know how, when you were a kid, and something exciting was going to happen (like a trip to the zoo or something) and your parents would wait until like 20 minutes before you were leaving to tell you because you were an impatient little bugger and annoyed the crap out of them with droning complaints like “when are we goooooiiiiinng??” or “why can’t we go right noooow?” every time they actually told you about something within a reasonable time frame such as, let’s say, a few days earlier? It’s a pretty awesome technique, since it saves you from having to hear the kid complain about waiting, and the kid doesn’t have to suppress their excitement for days at a time, which is not fun for anyone, frankly.

Well, my mother (and father, really) still do this out of habit, and tend to wait till the last minute to let me know if anything exciting or potentially schedule-disrupting is headed my way. Typically, this involves small children who, for whatever reason, tend to be super-interested in whatever I happen to be doing, whether that be drawing, playing videogames, doing homework, etc. So, maybe two or three times each month, my mother will suddenly let me know that  “oh yeah, by the way, [your sister] and [her child(ren)] are visiting for several days, and they’re going to be here this afternoon”.

I don’t mind, of course–I love those kiddies–but again, for whatever reason, no matter how many people are in the place, whatever I do becomes instantly compelling to whatever child is in the vicinity. The most common thing is that the second I try to draw something, I hear: “Mom/Grandma, can I have a piece of paper?” It’s really awesome that the kids think I’m so cool they wanna do everything I do B) …but it’s hard to get things done when they’re around so…yeah. The past month and a half or so, this has been the precise reason for why I’ve missed updates and is the reason for many missed updates throughout the past year. Maybe, someday, I will have made a comic buffer of fully coloured comics to help avoid gaps in updates, but -right now- no such buffer exists (thanks to me updating more often…whoops) and just so y’all know, this might still be a problem in the future. :/

Anyway, what’s happened this summer has taught me a lot about how much time I can realistically spend on BoC. Now I know, no school or job does not necessarily mean loads of free time (especially since over the summer, them kids suddenly have loads of free time to visit with). Live n’ learn, I guess. :p

Leach out!

I tried. Unfortunately, one of my teachers (yes, that’s ONE) assigned three (mm~hmm) major projects this very week, and though I tried very hard to make time for the comic this week–even if only to update by midnight tonight–it was hopeless from the beginning. I promise it will show up before next Monday, but I simply cannot do it either today or tomorrow, it is just not happening. I have just finished one project (well, not really, but I’ve made sure that I’m at a point where it will be finished before it’s due) and I now have to cut out fabric for pants I have to sew together for Wednesday morning.

Normally I would push myself and stay up late to colour but lately I’ve been falling asleep in the middle of the day without -trying- to fall asleep, which has not happened to me before, except for two instances: once when I was 6, sitting in a wicker chair at my grandparents’ cottage after 4 hours of swimming, and once in geography class when I was 13 after a combination of a cold and growing pains had kept me up all night. You guys, I can’t even fall asleep in the car if I try, and today I was watching my brother play Breath of Fire, blinked, and he was gone–getting a snack from the kitchen half an hour later.

If I don’t have a lot of homework for reading week, I promise I will post twice that week. For now I just….need to survive. @_@

So I managed to putter around Nuit Blanche Toronto again this year for at least a little while. First off, I got to be one of the first people to participate in the FLUXe display, which projected “artwork” I drew on a Balckberry Playbook on the ground up onto a massive screen in front of the  Scotiabank building. It was pretty fun. (Mine is number 7)

Now for the pictures I took of the various exhibits I managed to get to before my aching feet begged me to go home:

This last one is pretty cool–the idea was that this guy, having lost a lot of his possessions in a fire, felt that possessions are not as important as people make them out to be, and thus opened the ‘free shop’, where he would give away one of his personal possessions to anyone who wanted to partake. Rather than just wanting to just take the guy’s stuff, most of the people who lined up seemed to just be interested in what this guy owned and what they shared in common with him. I, for one, instantly was drawn to this little mundane item, which I ‘purchased’ from him, explaining that voting happens to be very important to me, and he agreed. I also gave him a high-five, because to display everything you own in a bus shelter knowing full well that you might only have a small suitcase full left by the end of the night–or nothing at all–is incredibly non-materialistic and ballsy, and that deserves a definite kudos. (One guy in front of me took his old prescription glasses, not so much because he needed or wanted them, but because it was just fascinating that you could take a guy’s prescription glasses from him and he wouldn’t pay it any mind, because who cares, he already has a pair on his face. What a cool dude.)

Or have they stopped selling Bugles in Canada? I have had a mad craving for the stuff for the past two weeks and I cannot find them anywhere! If anyone knows of an establishment in Canada that still sells them, lemme know–I have already tried Walmart, Shoppers, all of the Loblaws stores and some of the Sobeys stores.

I would be super sad if they just stopped making them altogether, so one of you American folks let me know if they still sell them down there. To be honest I wasn’t so mad when Coca Cola pulled Cherry and Vanilla Coke from up here because you guys don’t get to have Ketchup chips or decent coffee, but keeping Bugles from us might push it for me. I like stickn’ ‘em on my fingers and pretending I am an Evil Wizard or a Power Rangers villain and if I have to knowingly give up that sense of delicious joy I will be very sad. We still have Fritos and Ringos here but it’s not the same.

Oh well, let me know if you know anything–I need to get my fix, man.

-Leach out!