*fidgets*

[trinityofone]

So...I am at work. BossMan and BossLady don't come in until several hours after everyone else's presence is required. I have called the person I was supposed to interview this morning, but they rescheduled for 1:30. I have twice e-mailed the other person I am supposed to interview but they have not e-mailed me back. I have also re-emailed the publicist I am supposed to speak to for another story, but no word there, either. I have revised the two short pieces I was able to write yesterday.

*twiddles thumbs* Okay, now what?

Seriously, what am I supposed to do? I want to be working. But if there's nothing to do, am I just supposed to stare at the wall? Grr.

What do you responsible, adult-type people do when work is slow? If the answer is "Screw around!" shiny examples would be appreciated!

Here's one for you guys: one of the articles I'm working on is about this art exhibit that Johnny Depp co-sponsored. Our angle is of course "OMG! Johnny Depp!" but I think the artist, a French guy named Gravleur who had never been on a plane before Johnny convinced him to come to America, is incredibly talented. You can see his work here. I especially love #38--it looks like my grandfather. Johnny has damn good taste.

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[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

It reminded me of that, too! And man, did those illustrations creep me out when I was little. Some of these also cross the line into stuff that would terrify me in the middle of the night if I hung it on my wall, but they're also so beautiful...

g47 was actually the one that we were considering printing in the magazine, but as some of Gravleur's work is cinema-inspired (I don't know if you noticed the portraits of Jack Nicholson and Erich von Stroheim, say) we may go with one of those instead.

[veredus.livejournal.com]

I thought some of those portraits looked eerily familiar!

And yeah, Scary Stories were my favorite horror/spook stories when I was young. Those illustrations with the copious streams of blood drifting down from whatever it is being drawn were just spine-chilling.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

The pictures were scarier than the stories. By FAR.