Sweet Monkey Jesus, I miss having reliable internet. The one I have at home cuts out every 3 seconds. Literally. I am lucky to get in 5 clicks before it dies and I have to wait for it to randomly reconnect. My record is like 12. Granted, I am just freeloading off the wireless from my friends upstairs until SBC gets off their butts and gets my DSL working, but still.

It is The Suck.

So, catching you all up on current events:

THURSDAY: Finishing up the webpage project for work that I’ve been doing, Colin, one of the 3 guys besides me left at work, comes up to me and remarks that he is mightily impressed with my coding, and wonders if I might be interested in staying on and helping them do some R&D stuff. Nifty keen, I think. Erin is not so thrilled on my continued work as a purely technical geek, but it’s money, it’s a learning experience, I am happy to have the opportunity.

FRIDAY: My boss comes up to me and says, “So hey, since we’re not going to have you around next week, is the webpage all up and running?” I’m like, “huh?” So I don’t have a job. I am glad I stayed on as long as I did (one of three left!), and frankly, I’m happy to have the time off.
During the day, I am trying to figure out how I’m going to get to Comic Con, as the route which I had worked out had fallen to pieces during the middle of the day, and there was nothing I could do about it. Luckily, Colin happened to be going, and gave Erin and me a ride, which was nice of him. We shared the car with his ex-girlfriend Stephanie, and it was a fun ride down. Stephanie was a concept art person on Episode 3, done some comics work, and was helping staff the booth of the main artist behind Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, and more (his name escapes me). She was like a grown-up Daverede, except 30% more cogent, and 50% more hilarious — though I think most of that was her playing off Colin.
Anyways, 4-5 hours later and 8-10 inconvenienced and/or pissed off people later, we were at our hotel.

SATURDAY: I wander around Comic Con for some time with Erin, treat Sara, Kirby, and Theo to lunch, and then proceed to wander even more. I saw panels for the adaptation of Frank Miller’s Sin City (AWESOME. So stylized. Must see.), Matt Stone and Trey Parker’s puppet farce, Team America (hilarious, I’ll pay to see it), and Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.
Now. Some may think I am a sadist for going to a panel on a film I worked on. You would be right. They brought out the director, art supervisor, several producers, and Jude Law. Yay rah. Show an extended clip of the robot attack. Whoo. Then open it up to a Q&A. Perhaps it is my jaded POV, but it really seemed to me that everyone on the panel was afraid of the main producer (read: money man) of the project. He was the one to do most of the talking, and everyone looked to him first before answering any questions. When they started going on about how fantastic it was, how it was united under one vision, and how -easy it was- to get it done, I just left. I couldn’t take it anymore. Y’arrgh.
At that point, I was going to try to meet up with my friend Matt (FX guy at work, colorist on Preacher, Hellblazer, and others — awesome guy) for drinks, but Erin didn’t want me wandering around downtown San Diego drunk and disoriented. So I didn’t end up meeting up with him, which is a bummer — I thought I could later in the day, but it never worked out. We caught up with Sara, Kirby, Theo, Lori, and Meg, went to dinner, went to hotel, yadda yadda.

SUNDAY: Wander around Comic Con a bit more. Bought Torso (by Brian Michael Bendis — very good), Tommysaurus Rex (by Creature Tech’s Doug TenNapel — alright, not as good as CT, but he did autograph it), and whatnot. It was a good time. Got back home at a reasonable hour, saw that the texture baking (CG geek stuff — a computer process that takes FOREVER) of the house on this stupid short film I’m working on had finished, set it up to bake the trees.

MONDAY: Yay! No getting up at 6 AM! Go to Ikea at 11. Run into my friend Gabe from school, he gives me a ride back with my set of drawers. Well, the set of drawers is the wrong type — cream instead of frosted glass. Urg. Oh well. Start assembling it. Oh. It’s also faulty. These boards don’t have holes bored in them. Lovely. So get my housemate Alex to drive me back, where I wait in line at the help desk for an hour, stuck behind two people who look like Miss Piggy and Van Wilder (a couple so f-ing obnoxious I actually went to the bathroom once to prevent myself from punching them), and finally get home. Put together my shelf. All is well.

TUESDAY: Get some more house stuff done, take care of stuff around USC, decide to dump some serious time into some studio pitches, and take Erin out for dinner.

WEDNESDAY: Not much. Waiting for trees to finish baking. Computer unusable. This is pain. I wish for it to be over. Write livejournal entry. Read some comics (Powers vol 2 by Brian Michael Bendis — very good).