There are few things that leave you seriously uncertain about how to respond, chuckles entangling with tear ducts, so one ends up choked and confused - but in a good, warm sort of way, like a pat on the back after a good cry. Like a Wes Anderson movie or Six Feet Under. These days I'm restless to the point of not being able to be engrossed in anything so it at least penetrates one day and leaves a light on for a while. It's funny how we've missed Six Feet Under by a few years, but it's not like I'd have understood or loved it in any form until now.
Another thing to add to the list is to accidentally-on-purpose stumble upon one of those press conventions like APE where the breed of comic-obsessed-turned-semi-cool graphic novelists - always sneaky-charming and pushing late 20s at the most - continually hang out. While I've other favourites the personal pioneers are Craig Thompson, Derek Kirk Kim, Jen Wang. You'd think these kids had uncommonly tortured childhoods, but no, they're just better at putting whining into words. And these things always take place in eclectic 'hoods like Portland, Boston, San Fran, in no way near a small place called C'ville. I think it's more their lives I'm fascinated by, rather than their artwork.

My supervisor just got back from HK, she the lady who wanted to be a journalist once, and agreed it's common to find yourself drawing a blank question-wise during dialogue sessions and only thinking of something juicy two hours later. She then fed us panda cookies. I can't decide yet if research is my thing, considering how I get bored very very easily, despite the excitement of continually discovering Projects. The latest project is... birthday present building. A serious business.