Running a webcomic in a serious fashion dominates your life. It’s like crack, giant ramakins full of crack with dollops of “hilarious” and “ARGH!” thrown in as seasoning, simmered for 80 hours, and shoved down your gullet without so much as a bon appetit. Honestly, it’s a lot of fun, but time-consuming much? Yes. Of course, I’m the slacker that doesn’t have to draw the damn thing, so I got shit to complain about. Ask Theo about his social life lately … oh wait, you won’t be able to find him since he’s holed up drawing all the time.
That’s not entirely true. We hit the town, play pool, and cat about. It’s a toss, let me tell ya.
So this month is a big month. This month, I should learn if I get accepted to McGill for next Fall. Yes, Montreal is still on the plate, and in some ways it’s looking more savory than ever. I love the Northwest, but I dunno if I need to settle down in one area quite yet, and if I don’t explore the world when the opportunity presents in my youth, what are the chances that I’ll do so as I grow older?
In this, I have been fickle so far. Well, not entirely, considering I wasn’t accepted and therefore not offered the opportunity to be fickle (and I bet I would have gone, too, though I don’t regret staying here for another year). I’ll leave it at the fact that I’ve made my plays, and put things in motion, and at this point I don’t mind being a leaf in the wind, watching what unfolds.
My French skills fucking suck right now, though. I explete because this irritates me, and I’d like to parler fucking bien. When no one can hear me, I recite Apollinaire to myself, and always stop at the third stanza, dismayed that I’ve forgotten. Could I look it up? But then what would I complain about? I’ll leave you with the first two stanzas, from memory:
Vous y dansiez petite fille.
Y danzerez-vous mere-grande.
C’est la maclotte qui sautille,
toutes les cloches sonneront.
Quand donc reviendrez-vous, Marie?
Les masques sont silencieux,
et la musique est si lointaine,
qu’elle semble venir des cieux,
oui je veux vous aimer mais vous aimer a peine
et mon mal est delicieux.
That’s a memory from a long time ago, indeed.
2 replies on “Et tu, McGill?”
Montreal’s great! But I guess I’m biased being a native Montrealer. I was thinking about going to McGill next year to do a certificate (went to Concordia the first time around).
Et oui, on peut jaser en francais n’importe quand, si tu veux. Merci pour tes commentaires 🙂
You will travel, treasured friend of mine, and you will smile and laugh on foreign shores in the company of comrades and ladies that smile at you in adoration (perhaps speaking french – they’ll teach you to remember)
But I am more than glad and greatful beyond expression for your presence in Olympia in the last year. You have been my good friend believe it or not, and then you introduced me to Jason…. I owe you Ahniwa, cookies? I’ll send care packages when you make it to Montreal!
still a pirate,
amyann