So yes. I ran away and found a community of pretentious artists (well, mostly very nice, but sometimes whoa self-important) on Art Bistro, where artists and graphic designers get together to be a mutual admiration society. But in my defense, I'm slightly insecure about my graphic design abilities and they have this rating system, and people (some of them) say nice things about my stuff and listen to my whining. I wouldn't want to burden the uninterested with "but is this GOOD enough?" vector graphics complaining. (Although if you like that kind of thing, let me know and I'll invite you. It's not as bad as I make it sound.)
So be it. I'm currently on a ridiculously hard quest to learn how to design my own website. When that's up and running, I'll let you know. One will be for graphics, and will replace http://katemoon.us, and the other will be a blog or something. Dunno. It's something to do. I have a few entries on another blog, http://elevatemesooner.blogspot.com , which I might post here later, for lack of anything better to do. I've kind of become an interweb slut, haven't I?
I still have the same old job. Bango is still around, and Creepus too, but Bango isn't my actual manager anymore (sad, I know) and we work in a different building, where I sit far away from Creepus and he has little reason to bother me. I'll try to be interesting anyway. It'll be a reach though.
So, since I'm perpetually single and complaining about it, here is probably the only story of note since last I posted here. I got set up with the most handsome guy I've probably ever had the privilege of having a shot in hell with. To include Dolph, who I've probably mentioned here as the Peter Pan, all encompassing breaker of hearts and all around worthless mama's boy. K and I were set up by a coworker at a big group lunch. We barely spoke there, because I sort of had my attention on the other single guy, who I thought I might have a better chance of landing, but K actually contacted me the next day, and was all flirty-face, "I really enjoyed the little that I got to talk to you" blah blah blah. He totally set me up for the possibility that he might actually like me and my imagination ran wild.
So we went to lunch, talked about all kinds of crap, things we had in common, places we'd both been to in Greece, and all-in-all, it was the easiest and most comfortable date I've been on in years. Fast forward to me never, ever hearing from him again. Fail.
It isn't so much that I'm enraged about it. I'm incredibly disappointed. I would love some insight as to why. I think there should be some kind of exit-interview. So I could learn, hey, you talked too much, and I was offended when you said this... I can't very well learn from something that seemed to be going well at the time....
So. There's your daily dose of bitterness, longing, and self-loathing. I'm out of practice, just give me time.
So be it. I'm currently on a ridiculously hard quest to learn how to design my own website. When that's up and running, I'll let you know. One will be for graphics, and will replace http://katemoon.us, and the other will be a blog or something. Dunno. It's something to do. I have a few entries on another blog, http://elevatemesooner.blogspot.com
I still have the same old job. Bango is still around, and Creepus too, but Bango isn't my actual manager anymore (sad, I know) and we work in a different building, where I sit far away from Creepus and he has little reason to bother me. I'll try to be interesting anyway. It'll be a reach though.
So, since I'm perpetually single and complaining about it, here is probably the only story of note since last I posted here. I got set up with the most handsome guy I've probably ever had the privilege of having a shot in hell with. To include Dolph, who I've probably mentioned here as the Peter Pan, all encompassing breaker of hearts and all around worthless mama's boy. K and I were set up by a coworker at a big group lunch. We barely spoke there, because I sort of had my attention on the other single guy, who I thought I might have a better chance of landing, but K actually contacted me the next day, and was all flirty-face, "I really enjoyed the little that I got to talk to you" blah blah blah. He totally set me up for the possibility that he might actually like me and my imagination ran wild.
So we went to lunch, talked about all kinds of crap, things we had in common, places we'd both been to in Greece, and all-in-all, it was the easiest and most comfortable date I've been on in years. Fast forward to me never, ever hearing from him again. Fail.
It isn't so much that I'm enraged about it. I'm incredibly disappointed. I would love some insight as to why. I think there should be some kind of exit-interview. So I could learn, hey, you talked too much, and I was offended when you said this... I can't very well learn from something that seemed to be going well at the time....
So. There's your daily dose of bitterness, longing, and self-loathing. I'm out of practice, just give me time.
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