My back is messed up... sniff...

Yesterday I walk "walking" as stiff as a dead man, (you all have seen a dead man walking right?), when I sat I would stand up like an old guy, and please, please, do not talk about trying to reach anything below "table" level, that was way out of my possibilities. Even being on the bed hurt, and the pressure I would start feeling while being sitting in front of the computer made me rather unfomfortable... yersterday, yet again, I meesed up my back once more!.

The thing is that Victor and I went to Alex's place to help him move out, we carried a bunch of heavy stuff from a third floor to a truck, then drove it to his next place, and carried it out of the truck to place it inside his new home. The saddest part though is that I really didn't do much of the heavy weight lifting... I lifted heavy stuff, I know, but Victor and Alex managed stuff like the refrigerator or the TV... how useless am I damn it?!?!... he he he he... still, for the little I did, by the time I got home I could barely move, and it kept getting worse.

I am on the computer right now because I just HAVE TO do some emailing, but even now it starts to hurt, the pressure is building up... man I feel like an old guy!. The worst part is when your parents say "I told you so"... still there was a guy, a friend of my mom, who gave me a great tip. The next time a friend of yours move, each of you guys pay 200 pesos, you hire professionals, they move all the stuff, and you may even have money left to buy some beers and celebrate the new place... I had no idea it was so cheap!, but apparently it is, I will sooo do that the next time, I would chip in 200-300 pesos for my friend!!... he he he... so that is the official new thing that is going to happen.

Saturday was cool, it was a great "karaokulta" day, as they all are... tiresome because we kept discussing matters about the company, hiring, and a buch of ideas of the sort. And we reorganized the story to make the fist 5 pages more appealing, since when you are "new on the field" they start judging your work from those. At night Polo showed me a piece of the "chasing amy" movie, and it was hilarious... it talks about the profession of "being an inker", he he he... and I was laughing out loud!. Sergio Villareal told me about it on friday when I said I was inking, and now I understand why. The exact dialogue of what goes on is this (I got it from this site):


COLLECTOR
So you draw this!

BANKY
(signing the comic)
I ink it and I'm also the colorist.
The guy next to me draws it. But we
both came up with the characters,

COLLECTOR
What's that mean - you `ink it'!

BANKY
Well. It means that Holden draws the
pictures in pencil, and then he gives
it to me to go over in ink

COLLECTOR
So you just trace!

Banky freezes up. He composes himself and continues
signing.

BANKY
It's not tracing. I add depth and
shading to give the image mere
definition. Only then does the drawing
really take shape.

COLLECTOR
You go over what he draws with a pen -
that's tracing.

BANKY
(hands book back to
Collector)
Not really.
(calling out)
Next!

A LITTLE KID steps up but the Collector lingers.

COLLECTOR
Hey man. If somebody draws something
and then you draw the same thing right
on top of it, not going out-side the
designated original art what do call
that!

LITTLE KID
(shrugs)
I don't know. Tracing?

COLLECTOR
(to Banky)
See?

BANKY
It's not tracing.

COLLECTOR
Oh, but it is.

BANKY
(to Little Kid)
Do you want Lour book signed or what?

COLLECTOR
Hey - don't get all testy with him
just because you have a problem with
your station in life.

BANKY
I'm secure with what I do.

COLLECTOR
Then say it - you're a tracer.


BANKY
(grabbing Little Kid's book)
How should I sign this?

LITTLE KID
(grabs book back)
I don't want you to sign it, I want
the guy that draws Bluntman and
Chronic to sign it. You're just a
tracer.

COLLECTOR
Tell him, Little Shaver.

Holden accepts a comic from another Fan.

HOLDEN
(off comic)
Who do I sign it to!

Before Holden can finish, a loud crash is heard. He
looks to his left and freaks.
Banky is throttling the Collector from across the table.
The Collector attempts to fight him off. SECURITY GUARDS
pull them apart. Holden grabs Banky.



Ha ha ha... and that is exactly what happens!!!... anyway, saturday night I went to the teather to see Gospel, where Enrique performs and he designed the choreographies, it was good!... I really liked it, and to be honest, I did not want to go... he he he. But it was his bday... I guess I was expecting something like the gospel presentation at the TEC, and that one was booooring. After that we went to the Castro Street bar... he he he. We decided to go there because the drinks are cheap and the ambient is very good actually. We had a very good talk, but after a while it was evident we were all too tired, so then we all said our good byes and went home. Allan and memo went home earlier, but not by much, enrique, david, hector and I stayed just a little longer...

And friday!?... good day, TEC day... then at night the alfanime meeting, the presentation of martha's book (again, congratulations martha!!!), and a good time at the Candela with several friends... there good sergio elightened us with his all too real anecdotes!... he he he.

ps. The league of extraordinary gentleman rocks!!!... Alan Moore, well, he's the master... and I love Kevin O'Neil's illustrations... those are great toonish characters!!... great graphic novel... and just as a side note: SHANGAI KID II SUCKS!!!... why Jackie Chan?... why?!... I know you can do better!.... and finally I finished playing KOTOR... what a great game... and what a great release is to have finished it, and stop feeling that anxiety that tells me to play everytime I am near the computer... I will wait a while before I get hooked on another game again!... It's just that, when the games are as good as that, I can't stop playing!.