comics, sometimes

some days there are comics, and other days there are no comics. there's no schedule. let's get funky

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twenty-one

8/22/19

this summer was a weird one, boys. 

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comic time babey! we love not being able to make phone calls without freaking out

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2/27/19

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daily comics? daily comics. also on my twitter @rjonesart

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2/27/19

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THE REBECCA JONES NAME STORY (after harvey pekar + r. crumb)

10/20/18

i went to massachusetts independent comic expo (MICE) yesterday! it was a lot of fun. i attended a workshop led by josh neufeld where we looked at this comic by r. crumb and made our own versions of it, and i really liked the process and the outcome.

so here’s some thoughts on “rebecca”. transcription under the cut

1. [Image: Rebecca looks at the metaphorical “camera”, interview-style.] “My name has been a matter of some concern over the years.”

2. “It’s Rebecca Jones!” [Name is in a bright marquee-style sign.]

3. [She turns the sign off with a “click”.] “It’s... generic.”

4. “Finding email addresses, domain names, usernames... It’s always a chore.”

5. “I’ve spent a lot of time hating it. I use a lot of nicknames. Becky. Becca. Beck. And so on.”

6. [She holds up a magnifying glass.] “But looking at it from an outside perspective, sans connotation, has helped.”

7. [She holds the magnifying glass over her eye, making it look huge.] “I like the CC. I like how it sounds.”

8. “At least no one mispronounces it.”

9. “It’s easy-ish to spell. So there are some pluses.”

10. [She looks to the side, thinking.]

11. “Can’t escape ‘Becky with the Good Hair’, though.”

12. [She holds up her hair.] It’s not even that good.”

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twenty

8/6/18

for a few years i’ve made a distinction between my mind and my brain. my mind is rational, factual, realistic. it assesses risks, takes and gives advice, and runs my everyday life. my brain is paranoid, anxious, and instinctual. it’s constantly thinking the worst and trying to get me to run away from everything that scares me.

my rational mind is like, “you’re not out of time, your life is just starting. you made so much progress this summer. you know what you want your career to be, you know what you want out of your education. you’re in a good spot.”

my brain is like, “you have no idea where your life will go. everyone else is ahead of you. don’t bother trying anything because either you’ll fail or you’ll be unhappy.”

my rational mind has been winning this battle for a while, which i’m proud of. but every once in a while my lizard brain sneaks up on me and makes comics

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the rest of ‘em! good night yall!

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batch o’ comics! happy hourly comic day!

[cerulienne]

to do

1/28/18

heres uhhhh a comic about this weekend

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wrong blog shit happens

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december

12/15/17

wow! a comic! this time it’s in pencil! amazing! i love my friends

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halves

9/19/17

the past couple days i’ve been split into two halves.

1. my normal bubbly outgoing self. i wore lipstick to class, i dressed up, i joked and got shit done. i am not a shy person. i am not anxious. i am in my element.

2. manic. anxious. paranoid. i can’t sit still, but i can’t do anything either. i can’t talk to anyone. every word i say is a mistake. something has gone horribly wrong. my heart won’t slow down and i don’t know why i’m panicking.

it’s been interesting.

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sunburn

8/15/17

on sunday (8/13) i got a mild-moderate sunburn over a lot of my body, which sucks because when i get large area sunburns i get really dizzy and fainty. so this morning was interesting. my arms felt like they melted into the couch, my vision greyed out, and i had a fun time trying to figure out whether it was a blood sugar problem (as i’m prone to those) or a sunburn problem.

it’s a sunburn problem. i’m very melty today.

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nineteen

8/9/17

i worked my first job this summer. it was a fun job, i liked the customers and my coworkers and the environment. but i found it hard to judge what i could do and what i couldn’t, so i allowed myself to be scheduled more and more hours with little regard to my own health. they needed me, i was available, so why couldn’t i handle a 40-hour week after a whole summer of 20-30 hours? 

it tired me out. it wasn’t really a horrible schedule, but i felt exhausted. my employers were relying on me, and i felt like i was failing them and myself by not operating at maximum capacity. i ran out of energy.

my last day was on the 11th. i worked nine hours that day and taught a potters’ wheel class of eight people, the most i’ve ever taught. it went well and i had fun, but i was so glad to finally go home at around 9:30. my 40-hour week turned into 42 hours, 45 is overtime. 

now that i’m done with work, and i’ll be going back to school in 48 hours as of 8/15, i’m relaxed. i’m still tired, and i’m still beating myself up for not standing up for myself, but i’m able to look back on this summer with a clear head. overall, i had a great time working where i did, and i’m coming home next may with the promise of another summer similar to the last, and maybe even a manager job in the future. who knows.