napiraiz #036

05/31/2012

You know the thing they always tell people like me: “you are not a waste, you're just special, and you are beautiful this way” and stuff. As if “special” had become a synonym for freak.

But you know how it works: when you're trying to get a job, that kind of “specialness” is not desirable, thank you very much. So being an extremely shy, extremely clumsy person with extreme phobias, my only hope is to – somehow, magically – become someone else before I step foot in a job interview.

I guess, getting shocked by fear in the edge of the town (one of my inborn phobias); getting some manure in my freshly-washed hair; getting completely lost, then realizing that I went out of the town on the wrong road; being 20 minutes late; then not being able to speak about how awesome I am (which I am of course not, but which every not awesome person must testify on a job interview), or – not being able to speak about anything –… I guess these exhaust the concept of being myself. I won't be a secretary at Boros és Fiai Ltd.

03/18/2012

Have you ever noticed that the best ideas come when you have something important to finish urgently and you don't even have time to eat, sleep or even for such luxury businesses as to go to the toilet in fact? But that's exactly the time when ideas like inventing a new gadget that can detect keys in the house; painting the best picture of your life of a fat cat that plays bagpipe on the top of the Tower Bridge; or making sculptures of scissors and forks… so that's the time when these kind of ideas come to your mind, and you can't figure it out where did they come from.

Like seriously, when you have your time, maybe even a reason to be creative, when you have to, or even when you just feel like… creating something, it's horrible. You start searching in your head and it is empty. You look at the left – nothing. Look at the right – nothing. You might even scream out a “Hellooo!” – but no response. And that is the time when you come to the realisation that you were so stupid to think you have something – anything! – to do with arts and decide to find a nice rope and see the attic…

But seriously, where do these brilliant ideas come then, when you have no time for them? I'll tell you where.

And yes, I really did it. If you are really-reeally open-eyed you even might have noticed it in yesterday's drawing. Well, just as I told you, in 365IP world things work differently.

But seriously, I have a humanist lowercase “e” earring – a Centaur, fyi – in real life too. Believe me!

01/07/2012

12/07/2011

Since it's a reference to a Hungarian blog (http://napirajz.hu/) can't be translated,

but it's mainly about deadlines...