crowdog66

*sighs deeply*

I just can't get into the groove tonight as far as rendering goes. Everything I'm doing sits uneasily on the linework and I can't get my head around the more complex forms.

I think I'm going to call it a night and pick it up fresh tomorrow morning.

I just downloaded the first seven pages of the next issue (FINALLY up on the server, praise God and pass the gas, after I was promised it almost a week ago), and... ye GODS. The backgrounds are insanely complex! So I've just emailed the editor and told him, "You know how I originally said I'd get this done hopefully by Thursday, then amended that to Friday or Saturday given how late the preview pages were? HAH! Try Saturday or Sunday, sucker! Blame the artist for putting in 10,000 itty-bitty details that I have to flat and then make sense of in the color."

Well... maybe not in so many words. But I think he'll get the point.

And now, as promised, a link to that wonderful parody poem I mentioned by moon_very_thin. It begins with:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while we waited, weak and weary,
For the guardians of the bookshop to unlock at last the door
While we stood there, glad and giddy, in the queue some mad old biddy
Elbowed past the little kiddies to be first inside the store.
“She has earned the right,” I muttered "to be first inside the store,
And be trampled to the floor."

Ah, how little could we fathom, as we cursed the crowd at random,
What a stunning blow to fandom waited just inside the door,
Eagerly anticipated - for we fans had long debated
Over which dear soul was fated to depart the mortal shore.
Little thinking what the cruel and canny author had in store
She had killed off Dumbledore!

And just gets better from there.

*wanders off, still bleeding in spurts and very confuzzled in the brain*