the clog

Behind every successful black man...is the Po-lice!

Well, it's official. I NEVER want to work in the animation industry. EVER! What has brought on this change? A boss that doesn't listen to me? No, my boss is a great guy (maybe I'll write about him in the next post). A huge work load? No biggie, lots of jobs have big workloads. Oodles of drawings? Yeah, but I like drawing.

No, the main reason I don't want to join the industry is simple: I hate going over the scripts. That's right. I hate going over the script to the animation production that I'm doing! Right now, that's my main job: breaking down the script into different lists and images so that other artists can work on the scenes easier. But after doing around 50 pages of the blasted script (with around 100 more to go) I can feel my mind unravelling. It's boring work! And the worst part is this: I'm not good enough an artist to take on any other job (in the office) full time. Well, maybe good enough is not the correct description. I'm just not fast enough -_-. I draw slowly! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Bah. Anyway, I still like what I'm doing...but the tedium is starting to get to me. Hoo boy. I wonder what I'll be like after a month of this?! Egads! Oh, and I think that the script lack a certain...ooomph. It didn't catch my attention and make me beg for more. Heck, there isn't even a main antagonist! Ah well...trying to be true to history can be such a bore at times...

Yeah, but all quibbles about work aside, what's really got me stumped of late is this sudden feeling that Malaysia ain't so safe no more. News to you? It was to me. I mean, for the longest time I believed that Malaysia is a nation blessed with a peace that is rivalled by none. I could walk about at 4am without any worries (and have done so on numerous occasions. Heck, I can't think of a better time to go for a quick jog around the block). The point is, I have always felt safe wherever I was in Malaysia. But recently (after talking to a few friends of mine) I have discovered that Malaysia is not the safe haven that I believed it was. Heck, half of the people that I talked to have been mugged in the past couple of months. What the heck happened to my country? Is it really not safe? Somebody tell me it isn't so!

Anyway, now I'm semi depressed again. I think I shall surf the net for porn to cheer me up.

Rumoku out!