An old friend once told me a story about freelancing. He was trying to get some work out of Disney so he sent in his portfolio. Now a number of people have told me this, that during the 90’s when animation had jobs and Eisner was in charge, portfolio reviewers took perverse pleasure in criticizing your artwork. There wasn’t an opening at Disney at the time he submitted, so someone called him up and told him he didn’t make the cut. He was about to hang up but the caller demanded to know why he didn’t want a critique. The artist said he didn’t care if he got one, but could see the caller wanted to give him one badly, so he said go ahead. The caller eagerly began reciting a list of problems such as “No sense of character design,” “Poor anatomy,” the standard sort of thing. The artist hung up on him. A year later the artist took the same portfolio to a booth of reviewers when Disney was hiring. He hadn’t changed it one iota. The reviewer, the same person who called him, went on at length about his amazing sense of character design and his excellent eye for anatomy. The moral of the story is I’ve gotten a lot of rejection in my time, but never when the company actually needed somebody; people will like to your face for the sheer pleasure of watching you be disappointed. If you don’t know how good you are, man, there’s nobody that’s going to tell you otherwise.
It’s hot! Dad-gum HOT! I know, this is Seattle, how can this place be hot, it always rains here right? No, a well-kept secret is that Seattle is known in weather circles as being a tremendous summer place. Hardly a drop of rain and rare humidity with temps running around 79. The downside to this is rare A/C in any homes. Thus, when we do have a hot streak like right now when it can get up to the 90’s for a few days, you REALLY feel it indoors with no A/C — just fans that blow more hot air on you. To make matters worse, it’s also heavy allergy season right this moment for grass pollens. So you have a choice, shut yourself up with windows closed and pressure cook ; literally, or open all the windows and take in that lovely pollen-soaked dry air -like mace in the face. Heck! you know it’s hot when the pets stop eating!
On another note, we went to a play downtown called Capital Hill High. It was kind of a mess; the director dedicated the performance to the memory of recently-deceased Aaron Spelling, but I’m not sure that even the “Lord of High School Angst” would have approved. There were so many characters to follow, tons of subplots, people were having trouble keeping track of it all. After the show the theatre became a massive dance party, and the big screen played scenes from high school horror movies such as Carrie.
A friend of mine had me over to see her new apartment not far from where I’m living now. It was quite the quirky place. I told her she was now literally a cat on a hot tin roof, as the outside was entirely covered in tin siding. It’s over a garage deep in the woods, next to a goat pen, and that’s in no way a bad thing. There’s a lot of talk amongst people I know about moving right now. Some other friends are quickly having to find a place in 30 days after their landlord decided he wanted the property back. And I’m in the middle of the same, the new car is taken care of so it’s time to start looking around for the new home. This would be the first time I’ve bought and the Seattle market is expensive. Still, seriously considering the area I live in now, even though it’s a really long commute to work. The papers up here have been promising a lot of new construction and aside from how that’s good for property values, it’s just exciting. Plans include a waterpark, though I’m not positive where that would go. We’re going to a party on Saturday that surrounds a goofy play about high school. We’re supposed to show up in high school costumes, so I’m thinking about going as a mopey artist. That’s what I was in high school.