Which may or may not bear fruit, but is significantly better than a poke in the eye with a sharp squid any day, and made me feel warm and fuzzy. If it actually pans out, it'd be...well, it'd be damn cool. And even if it doesn't, at least I know I can send portfolios to that level of art director and not get laughed outta the room.
That was definitely the high point of my day, which has otherwise been a stressful flurry of finishing up one thing, trying to rough in another, calling up the company that financed my car loan to say "Hey, it's been a month and some change, and a bill would be nice!" only to learn that their bills had all been returned to them, but for some reason they didn't see fit to call to double-check my adress (which I've called 'em twice to verify, and which has only gotten successively-more-not-my-address with each call) Having been assured that it is Their Fault and I will not be in any way delinquent or my credit abused, I am reassured, but only just.
Sometime this week I gotta mat all my crap for Anthrocon. I don't want to. I hate matting. But I need to. (I am tempted to just do All Future Work at exactly pre-cut mat sizes, to save myself the misery, but it doesn't do me any good now, since I've got a half-dozen 10 x 14's that don't fit any pre-cut size.) I also don't know how the heck I'm gonna get these out there--pack them in some kind of Indestructable UberBox I suppose, and pray that the baggage handlers don't destroy it. Art is, regrettably, the wrong shape for carry-on, and my single carry-on item is gonna be used moving the printer. If I knew anyone who lived in Philadelphia, I'd just ship it to them--I may call the hotel tomorrow and see if they'll hold a package for a guest, and for how long. So, if anybody has any advice on how to get art, merchandise, etc, out to the convention, via plane, I'm open to suggestions.