A D A M ' S _ B I G _ D A Y _ O U T

Welcome back ladies and gents. I know that since my last post, you are all eagerly awaiting to hear if I got the position at Marvel or not. Well, like me, you will all have to wait a bit. So, sit in anticipation with me for the next few days.

For now, I'll titillate your senses with a tale of how my day went. Today, of course, I had my interview with Marvel, which went very well, if I do say so myself. But, because I live in New Fairfield, I had to drive in with Dad as he went to his job in the city. So, at 9am today, I had arrived, and was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the 1 train to take me down town to my interview at the Marvel headquarters on 5th Ave. With my suit and tie on, briefcase of important business-type papers in one hand, and sweat in the other, I was off on a day of adventure! WOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

After filling out some paper work, I meet interviewed, confidently, leaving them knowing I could handle anything they would throw at me there. The internship isn't me drawing out new comics, but it's a foot in the door and story for another blog. So, after the interview, I simply wandered. I had time to kill before Dad got off work at 4:30, as it was only 11am, so I took a stroll down 5th Ave. over to the MoMA. Which, was nice. Although, it turned out to be a big, "look at me, I'm wearing a scarf and its 60 degrees out, and my pants are so tight, and the lens on my Nikon is huge, so I know more about art than you" competition with about half the idiots in there, as they ran around, taking pictures with wild abandon, so sense of artistic integrity, as other mindless fools with sketch pads simply re-drew art that already existed, or a pretty girl they were trying to impress. Anyone can re-draw something. A drawing is a blue print for a thing that you saw at some point. It's like how you can build anything with the instructions. The hard part isn't putting it together, it's the designing of the final piece. Once something has been drawn, the work has already been done, so drawing it again doesn't accomplish much [at leas that's how I feel].

So, after 2hrs of MODERN and people watching/sketching, I wrote a postcard, then left, had some lunch, took a stroll down memory lane and visited FAO Schwarts, and then strolled on back to W 65th street to meet Dad at the end of the day and fall asleep on the ride home. And, now, here I am, telling all you people about it, and if you're still reading, then good job. The rest of you, FOR SHAME. Can't even stick it out. I'm disappointed. I thought we were friends. But, I guess that if we ever have a long conversation together, you'll either nod off or just walk away, wont you? 

Oh well. Until next time, when I'll have some updates on the whole Marvel thing.

Take care.