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< Seraphim >

"real life"

Wednesday - June 18, 2003

I have actually quit my icky 9 to 5 job to help Piro out with Fredart Studios. I only get paid in hugs and kisses from the boss. It doesn't seem fair because I got those before I started and I wasn't doing this 'work' stuff. Piro is making out like a bandit. Even without money it is the best job EVER. It is just fun being able to work with someone as creative as Piro and who loves what he is doing.

I do all the boring but necessary stuff that allows Piro to draw and write more. When I first sat down to straighten things out for him I found the bank balance heart stopping low. Like how are we going to afford to eat or feed the cats low. Not ever thinking Fred hadn't balanced the account - I naturally panicked. After several hours of searching for receipts and statements I found out he hadn't entered all of the deposits. Let me just say, it is ALWAYS better to find out you have more money in your checking account than you thought you did instead of less.

I also spent a good deal of time filing 3 years worth of paperwork he had accumulated. I had called the lawyer to tell him we hadn't received the copyright registrations yet and later in the week I found it buried in a pile of stuff. This 'stuff' being everything from unopened junk mail to contracts. Piro hadn't even opened the copyright office letter yet. I was too embarrassed to call him back to tell him I found it. Now my filing system is beautiful AND color coordinated. I also do large, tedious projects that after Piro explains what he wants me to do he says, "See why I don't want to do it?" Oh yeah, I can't help loving that man o' mine.

For everyone who has ever asked if they could have a tour of Fredart Studios - it is actually just a spare bedroom. This is, however, an improvement. When Megatokyo started in 2000 Piro had taken over the dining room. This strip is actually a good representation of the workspace, well, at least of Piro's side. We work back to back most of the time or sometimes I use the laptop out in the living room. What you don't see is that while Piro has the expensive Aeron chair - I sit in the 1970's Cesca chair with a caned seat that leaves the back of my legs with a horrible waffle weave imprint. Piro also has the tricked out computer while I have a hand-me down. A friend, Rick, custom built mine and it works great so I'm not complaining. In this strip my desk is off screen on the right piled dangerously high with papers still awaiting filing.

There is also always a cat, if not three cats, trying to lay across the drawing table under the lamp. It is up against the window and the cats want to look out. It is a constant power struggle between Piro and the cats. Piro hardly ever wins. Speaking of the cats, Hime is the number one reason Piro buys so many erasers. Hime, as we all know, is a chewer. She loves erasers. I'll get up in the morning and walk downstairs to find erasers littering the hallway and sometimes even in her food bowl. In... the... food bowl. The cat is weird.

Lastly, the IRS is NOT after us. That was just a joke. We have an excellent accountant who is as honest as the day is long and does all the butt kicking when it comes to financial matters. I am usually the one to get in trouble now because he knows I took over the bookkeeping. I am definitely going to point this strip out to him.

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< Dom >

"Pressing matters"

Monday - June 23, 2003

[Dom] - 10:30:00 - [link here]

You've heard about Fanime from people who are paid to do it. Hell, I wrote some stuff about it for work too. So this report is written entirely for my enjoyment. If you don't like it, well, it wasn't written for you anyway.

First: Greg Dean won't watch porn with me. He somehow doesn't believe that bad porn is meant to be shared and laughed at. But he's a hands man. Wait, no, I got that wrong. He's not a hands man, one of his fans is a hands fan, he just likes hands. Or something. It confused me but left me mildly aroused. Wait, no, that's just my phone on vibrate.

I want to marry into the Wang family. But the Wangs only had sons. Curse the Y chromosome!

Vaz of Underpower says that in the middle of my masturbation jokes and clowning around, I let slip two insightful comments during the Webcomics panel. I need to keep better control of myself. People might actually ask me for advice if I prove that I have some to give.

I had to borrow money to buy an MT book. This amuses me to no end. At least I got to give the book to Daichi, though. That was nice.

Lance Heiskell of FUNimation has a very stressful job. But at least no one is trying to lynch him for the infamous "Fruits Basket rap opening" thing, though.

I finally own a plush version of that hippo-rat-baby from Spirited Away. This also makes me happy. It's currently on top of my monitor next to the red Cthulhu and Death.

I have Hank Wong's approval to give out a cojones (it has been brought to my attention that what I was told was wrong, and the word is in fact cojones. So I've changed it. Again. People keep telling me different things when I ask if it's cojones or cajones) award at AX karaoke, to be awarded to the person who displays the most guts in going up on stage and singing. The current plan is that the prize will be a dice pouch (from Chessex, probably) containing two large Superballs.

The Japanese have kind of a smart idea. It's almost as comfortable sleeping under my Pretty Face jumbo towel as it is sleeping under a blanket, come summertime. I just wish my friends wouldn't look at me so weirdly in the morning.

"The heartwarming story of a boy and the 12 girls who are in fact the pets he had as a kid reincarnated as cute guardian angels", eh? I somehow think I'll pass on that for now.

Random House. Publishing manga. How random...

Alright, enough dilly-dallying, time for a 500-word review and then sleep... and maybe I'll fit in some actual recreation too... oh well. Two weeks to AX!