Not an impostor

So late last week, I was cc:ed on an email which contained the following:

"If there's anything else we need in terms of logistics, [Azz] is fantastic at managing these sorts of things, and has plenty of experience in getting everything done."

And I looked at it and I expected to feel that surge of mixed pride and trepidation: the one where you look at someone's positive description of you and feel like it's everything you want to be, but those are some mighty big shoes and you feel like nothing so much as a very small child playing dress-up with full-sized grownup finery.

I didn't feel it. I felt pleased, and honored, and recognized, but not in the way where I compare myself to someone else's vision of me and come up feeling inferior to the awesome person they have clearly constructed out of stuff and nonsense in their head.

Somewhere between April and now, I've gained the experience and the confidence in my experience. April and May were some pretty big months, and it took a lot out of me, but now that I have a basic idea what I'm doing on that front, as long as there's someone steering the ship --


This feels really good.

In Silly Valley, gonzo is where you find it.

Notes for a cartoon I'll probably never draw:

INTERIOR: OFFICE BUILDING, shown by painfully straight (ruler edge) fine pencil lines, except for wavy, distorted, spindly ART on the impeccable walls, and an expensively BUBBLY GLASS WINDOW, through which the figure of a LOUNGING MAN is visible inside an office. He wears a FISHERMAN'S HAT, SHORTS, MIRRORED SUNGLASSES, and smokes an ostentatiously expensive ELECTRONIC CIGARETTE.

Two MINOR FLUNKIES rush past, haste evident in every line of their CHEAP CLOTHING. They carry CLIPBOARDS and wear NAME BADGES.

Caption:

"WE CAN'T STOP HERE. THIS IS CEO COUNTRY."


Why is this in my head? Because I made oblique reference to it in an email today, and ideas like that don't like to leave until something's been done about them, and I'm not sure I see myself sitting down to get the art right any time this month. (I've been neglecting my art, alas...)

My tweets

• Mon, 13:16: Waiting for the shuttle in the garage. Parking is hell, sleep is hell, public transit is 5am alarm & 6-8 hours of hell.
• Mon, 13:23: I am going to hunt down the announcement of the shuttle stop move. If there was none I'll be very mad.
• Mon, 14:24: Photoset: prettyarbitrary: stuckinabucket: You know what I’d like to see the next time they give Wonder... http://t.co/DUNAud0b1T
• Mon, 16:45: Not feeling very happy to be "in-betweenie" disabled today.
• Mon, 16:46: I don't care: when the shuttle driver's paid shift ends. I do care: when shuttle service stops.
• Mon, 16:51: Pretty sure there is not an elevator where security thinks there is one.
• Mon, 16:52: At this rate I am going to be facilities' test case for a11y.
• Mon, 17:03: In their favor: elevator. In my favor: invisible from every in-car angle, no signage.
• Mon, 19:12: Photoset: thebigblackwolfe: jaz-kat: nombee-zombie: Spur of the moment Fem-Cecil Baldwin cosplay. Omfg you... http://t.co/GjItDIMpmj
• Mon, 20:04: Co-worker wants me to teach Introduction to Wikis, because I did tech support and rubber duck for him this afternoon.

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