LEFT BRAIN / RIGHT BRAIN

Well, summer is over, and the leaves are already beginning to turn colors here in New England. People are gearing up, returning to work after their vacations, kids are heading back to school, just raring to learn and do and grow, and all are preparing for winter in the few shot months before the snows come.

The summer wasn't bad for yours truly. My vacation was spent in the act of doing very little. I relaxed when the sun came out, and I went out as the moon came up. A little work was done on the house, and slowly my abode is coming together, one board at a time. Bad Bunny Comics was put on hiatus for a few weeks as I relaxed, but it continues to grow into its own entity. In addition, I was commissioned to do some artwork and photos for a friend's potential book, and two art pieces for a couple of furry clients.

When I returned to work, I was greeted by a union strike. As a management employee, I was placed on twelve hour days, six days a week for the duration. The overtime was great, and sometimes, the food we were brought was actually edible. Lasting only two weeks, the strike was wearying, but tolerable. Enduring the epithet 'scab' was small price to pay for 32 hours of overtime, a good employee bonus, and a newly resupplied bank account.

At strikes end, it was a simple matter to drop to a normal shift schedule. Working less hours almost seemed like working a part time jobs for a while, but I got reacquainted with my schedule, and all is right again.

And now, the brief, warm summer is gone. Work is generally good. The house is coming together. My website is in need of a revaming and retooling. My art is now a saleable commodity, in demand in fact.

So it may be getting colder, but I ain't gonna freeze.

What a frickin' puff piece of shit that was. The only good parts of this summer was the ones I can't remember because I was in a drunken stupor! This had to have been the crappiest summer ever. Global warming my ass! My farts were warmer than 90% of the days that should've been nice but were full of rain and chilly, and the few hot ones were muggy and fulla mosquitoes. And to top it all off, I had to waste the few warm weeks of summer crossing picket lines because some gaaddamm union lazy-ass shits wanted to make more money bein' even lazier!

And because I had to do strike duty, the work on my house is behind schedule and is still behind schedule. I was ahead on Bad Bunny, but now I'm doing the strip week to week. Any EVERYBODY wants me to do artwork for them, giving me no chance to catch up. I got more jobs to do than a no-armed, toothless hooker at a porno convention. Damned Marxist Union shills calling me a scab...I hope they all get nasty cases of genital herpes and pinkeye and all their sons go transexual and all their daughters are barren or get knocked up at thirteen! Yeah, I got overtime for it, but I didn't have a life for over two weeks. I was friggin' sober, man! And the food generally sucked.

And after the strike, my schedule was screwed up so badly, I could barely get enough sleep. I'm gonna need a vacation or a coupla really good binges to get right.

I tell ya, this summer was ass. Rainy, cool, miserable, screwed up, full of people annoying me at every turn! I was used like a dick rag in a Thailand brothel, and I'm so far behind I need emergency cloning to get everything I need done done.

Ah, but I'm just rambling, right. Well, tough! After this shitty summer, I gots to rant! If'n I don't rant, somebody dies, it's that simple.

Well, screw it. I hope it gets cold enough so I can just go into hibernation. Maybe nexy summer'll be better.