I've been rushing about, busily. I have been Out, many times, in fact, including "delivering" (as the current parlance would have it) a drawing session thing at a Very Famous Tech Company. So famous that myths have sprung up about it; so famous its name is now used as a verb that means: to search the internet. THAT ONE. Yes! All very fascinating - sort of a cross between a creepy sci-fi film and the spaceship in WALL-E. (I must insist you see this film at once if it has escaped you so far. Go on, I insist, like the cinema equivalent of Mrs Doyle. Ah, you will.) Everything is laid on for the employees in terms of gyms, medical care, free food (wall to wall chocolate bars and coffee (just as well they have no call for a middle-aged illustrator. I would be 120 stone.) All you have to give in return is every minute of your time and every drop of your energy! What a deal.
Quite the eye-opener.
I have also been drawing people in their shops. This is fun. This is more Getting Out. In all I feel (dare I say it? DARE I?) a feeling of excitement and the wind being in the sails. Maybe (radical notion) all our work has not been for nothing..? The JB and I are close to the end of our wading through of the documentation required for the US agency - so very very much time has passed that we need to be reassessed by the Irish Authorities. (Quick, let me think of something else before my head explodes. Gah.) We have been x-rayed, punctured with small needles, examined routinely. Our financial situation has been documented to the nth degree. Our house will be re-visited (though not in a Brideshead sort of way. More a Small ex-Corpo House in Dublin 9 Revisited.) by the social worker. Let them come and see, let them. I defy them to find anything remotely interesting about us.
My x-rays and blood tests came back. Reportedly, my lungs are "unremarkable". My blood tests are "normal". This is the kind of thing that makes me think doctors need to do some time over here with us, in the Humanities. Surely they can think of a more encouraging way to describe our bits. Nice and spongy, maybe. Characterful, lively, deep in hue? Or Lungs: a beguiling scarlet? I'll give them unremarkable! Normal? Hmph:
I discovered Typepad has "stickers" for your photos. And that they are truly mad.
Happy weekend, all.