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Hello again.

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

It’s been quite a while since Polished Scrawl has been online in any real, tangible form—since those dark days when the world was but swirling chaos. But consider it now, once again, very real and very tangible…although, there are some supplemental pieces (photos and the like) still missing from the archives. Researchers are working on tracking these down, but some things, sadly, may have been lost forever to the forces of Inadequate Backup. This is not the time to dwell on the past, however. From here on out, it’s full steam ahead.

Those of you who may have visited here in the past will notice that the site has morphed somewhat from its previous incarnation as my design and illustration portfolio. I’ll still be adding that kind of thing here, to be sure, but as part of a wider focus on what I’m up to in my life, what I’m creating, what I’m talking about, what I’m watching, what I’m reading, and what I want to share with all of you. I hope you enjoy!

Welcome back.

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

What you’re currently viewing is a ghost. An echo. A dry, lifeless husk of what was once my website, long ago in the days before the Earth cooled. Before Sigourney Weaver. Soon, however, a new site will arise from these gross ashes. What new wonders will follow in tow?

What wonders, indeed?

Feelin’ Hot Hot Hot

Sunday, March 12th, 2006

My AC seems to not want to do it’s job… It runs constantly, and yet produces the same result as if I had somebody blowling gently onto me through a sock. Which is to say, no result at all except the continuation of my apartment being annoyingly muggy and warm. I went and told the folks at the office about it today, and supposedly somebody’s coming tomorrow to fix it. I surely hope so. The alternative is to open up my front door, and the sliding glass door to my balcony and get a cross-breeze going through, which is all well and good until giant Texas-sized wasps come hovering around and get themselves stuck between the panes of glass in the sliding door. My only recourse, then, is to spray an ungodly amount of multi-purpose cleanser into the space in an attempt to kill it by a.) drowning or b.) inducing brain damage via cleanser fumes.

I eventually lost track of it, so I’m assuming he found his way out and droned on his way to another gig of being a wasp and, therefore, an evil blight on the world. That’s what I choose to believe… I do not choose to believe that, in closing the sliding door, I enabled his escape into the confines of my shoebox of an apartment, and that I will find him later on, hovering around my bathroom sink, or circling ’round my bed just as I have snuggled myself in for what I thought was to be a pleasant, terror-free sleep.

P.S. First Choice Studios is now live and in glorious color! Mostly blue. This is the site I made for Stan, so he can sell more design work for me to do… soon to be seen by Hollywood big-wigs… or, their marketing departments at least, who also, I assume, are sporting rather large wigs themselves.

This could *actually* be crazy enough to work

Tuesday, February 21st, 2006

The latest from the freelance department:

1. The Couch Potato will now be made into a limited-edition of 200 ceramic collectibles, individually hand-painted and numbered… not by me, thank God… but possibly signed by the artist, a.k.a. one Yours Francis Truly.

2. In about three weeks from now, Stan (from K.C.) will be meeting with Jean Marc (from France… whom I cannot help but want to call Jean-Luc… because, yes, I am a dork. tee-hee…ENGAGE!). Stan has made it known that at this meeting, one of the expected topics will be the potential offering of a monthly retainer for my services, and the bandying about of various monetary numbers to that end. In short, there’s a good chance the French movie studio will be paying me on a monthly basis, in order to have me at their disposal for all their design neeeds. Stan asked me yesterday how much I would need in order to quit my job and do my freelance work full time… and I almost choked on my own tongue at the very idea. Today I told him a number, and he said that we’d let them give us a number first, just in case the number they’re thinking is higher than the number I’m thinking. And if it’s not, then we can maybe negotiate up to the number I’m thinking. The number I’m thinking would be enough to allow me to live comfortably, pay off debts at a reasonable rate, and maintain the necessities of eating and whatnot. Numbers higher than that begin to toy with my sense of reality…

There’s a distinct possibility that the excited vibrating that now officially possesses my body may cause a noticable geological event sometime in the next 72 hours. I suggest you stock up on water and flashlight batteries just in case.