roboppy.net

I don't know what compelled me to start writing an entry at this hour when I have to wake up for classes tomorrow, but here I am. Typing. Typee type type toopity top plop plorp blat gobuflurtorb. I think something's amiss in my head, so I'll just ramble for a bit. What is the point of my blog? So I can talk to myself? I think that's what I'm doing right now. Hello, Robyn, how are you? I'm okay, except for the sharp sensation of ticks burrowing into my leg...[looks down]...well, what do you know, there are ticks burrowing into my leg!

Okay, no there aren't. I don't know what compelled me to write that. That wasn't even funny. Disturbing, maybe. Writing is a strange thing.

I've started using bloglines to organize all my blog viewing into one handy dandy page and taskbar notifier. So that's what all that RSS junk was for...ahh. You can subscribe to mine too if you're like me and happen to read more than 10 websites that have rss feeds.

My mind is going blank now, which makes this one of the most pointless entries ever. Hm. Today one of my Japanese classmates came to my room to practice a dialogue that we're being tested on and she said she wanted to buy a Poofy shirt! Woohoo! If she actually buys one, I'll have almost sold all of my shirts. I was thinking of submitting one to the toothpaste for dinner contest but I don't have the right size shirt. D'oh. I submitted a Poofy plush last year (when I hadn't reached the age requirement of 18 years...ooh, I'm such a rebel) and got a button, so I don't think I'd win anything this year. Today I got a creative commons license for poofy.net because I figured that could be important...kind of. Not that anyone would want to rip off my comic, but just because.

I worked on my Poofy book (a compilation of the first 50 comics) for hours this weekend and I still don't really know what I'm doing with it. All I've decided is that it'll be 6x9 inches because I think that's easier to read than 8.5x11 (which sounds stupid because all the comics will be smallerm but...blah). I want to write a little commentary for each comic, but I'm not sure how to lay it out. Right now I'm putting each comic on its own page and putting all the commentary together after the comics section. My original idea was to put it under the second page of each comic, but buttloads of space were wasted that way and I didn't really want that. I need more pages than I have now though (about 70, but should have at least 120) so...I don't know. I guess I could make a huge section with early Poofy drawings, but that require a lot more time than I originally planned to put into this thing. I guess I should make it good though because I'm planning to buy an ISBN package that costs about $100 to get my book listed in a big directory and be made available at amazon.com and bn.com. My goal is to get this done before I turn 19 so I can say that I published a book when I was 18. ;)

Then again, when people find out that I didn't publish a glowing work of fiction or an informative work of non-fiction, they might be disappointed. "You published a comic book? With crappy drawings?" Yes! Heeellll yes. I can't wait for the day.

This afternoon (okay, yesterday afternoon) I went to a lecture by Dave Eggers. He told some funny anecdotes about working at 826 Valencia, which is a creative writing center/independent pirate store. I didn't know whether to believe what he was saying at first, but he showed a video of the store and...my god, it's a full out pirate shop with all your pirating needs. Brilliant. I didn't know that he's the editor of McSweeney's. I've never read it before, but that's probably because it looks intimidating to me. Golly gee, lookit all them wurds. I want the latest issue because of the Chris Ware-ness, but haven't been able to find it yet. Grr. He was selling books after the lecture, but I couldn't afford the book I really wanted, entitled Giraffes? Giraffes!, so I bought an issue of the 826 Valencia Quarterly. Dammit, I wanted the Giraffe book. I didn't have my wallet on me, but I always keep a $20 around just in case. Maybe I should up that amount. So I didn't actually buy anything written by him, but last year I heard about A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and later one of my friends recommended the book to me. I have yet to buy it, but...you know what, I'll just buy it now.

...there I just bought it used for $7.19 at amazon.com (the shipping was almost the same as the price of the book). I didn't go for the absolutely cheapest book, but hopefully the $3.70 one isn't so bad.

Damn, it's almost 2 AM? I do need to go to sleep.