Wheee, I’m home sick today, recovering from the light head cold that Rym has so kindly shared with me. I’ll probably finish the last story painting I have to do for Guns of Icarus (Take a look at the trailer here!), the steampunk-airship-sky-pirate-all-around-things-that-I-like PC game that me and the small team at Muse put together. For as little as we are, I think we did a pretty decent job.
On the train the other day, I wrote a script for a promotional comic which centered around Aya, a pilot who I would write about when I was a young teen. I went through this phase where I was obsessed with stories about youths who fly fighter planes in the desert to defend against the air pirates hordes, and Aya was an imagined character about whom I wrote quite a few stories back then. I think her arrival coincided directly with when I first saw the movie of Nausicaa, and I decided that weird airplanes were WHERE IT’S AT! or maybe before that when I was into The Rocketeer (one of my favorite movies of a kid). Anyway, Aya’s world and the Guns of Icarus setting are so similar that they’ve kind of become merged in my head, and the tomboy ace and the airship pilot from the game exist parallel in the same world. It’s one of the moments when I realize that “Wow, I’m making art for stories that I would have dreamed of making when I was young.” It’s a nice feeling.
In other news, I am one more older now. It was a pretty low key birthday – I went to work, finished a painting, and went out for noodles with Alex and Brian. By the time I got home my nose was running like crazy, and I took some allergy meds that made me all loopy and drunkish, but I managed to make a good dinner despite that. (I also found that throwing a left over spinach salad with mushrooms and bacon in chicken broth with onions and eggdrop makes a surprisingly decent batch of soup!) It seems that now I am officially an adult, not age wise but lifestyle-wise. I cooked my own birthday dinner, bought my own cheesecake from Eileen’s, and washed up the dishes afterwards, which seems a very adult thing to do. Scott and Rym were also over. Scott’s car had a dead battery about which he inconsolable, but he ate the proffered food and only whined quietly. All in all, hooray. (Well, except for the post-nasal drip.)