I know Isaiah was struggling with the visual look for the comic he wanted to do on Syria. I really didn't understand what was going on, honestly. I knew he felt it needed to have a distinctive look color wise. Seeing it now, I get what he was going for and why he was so frustrated with earlier attempts.
As I have shared before, if I could have any talent, it would be to draw. I don't mean, "Dig me, I'm in a museum!" I mean animation. I would love to be able to draw in entertaining ways. To draw like Isaiah above or like "The Simpsons."
And if I could, I would draw my own cartoon series.
That's not a dream I had all my life. It's one that probably popped up around 2008 or 2009.
And that's a talent I really wish I had.
Which doesn't mean that my life ends because it's not happening, it just means that we all need something to dream about. I'll probably have some dream life when I'm 82.
For years and years, I wanted to be a dee jay on the radio.
That, to me, was an incredible job.
Then I got older and found out that they really didn't play what they wanted and that Clear Channel or whomever dictated what was played for every minute of the day and that was that.
In high school, for a little bit, I had fantasies of the WNBA. I was good in middle school but in high school I really was on fire for a bit with basketball.
And I thought it would be really cool to be in the WNBA. Figured I'd hang with Reggie and Cheryl Miller (famous basketball stars -- they're brother and sister).
Around the time I realized I wasn't growing anymore (both Cheryl and Reggie are well over six foot), that fantasy went flying away.
When I had my first child (my oldest son), for about a year I had this dream where he was going to be a doctor and I would be so happy because my son grew up to be a doctor. And I even tried to do things like dress him up as a doctor for his first Halloween. I got him some toys that I thought were medical. All he wanted to do was use them to bang out rhythm on the rails of his playpen or crib.
And he's turned out to be very musical. Which is great. But there was something one day when I was like, "No, not that, you want to eat . . ." Whatever it was that at that moment I thought 'grew' doctors. And I just heard myself in that moment and was so disgusted with myself.
He was a little baby and there I was trying to manipulate his whole life.
So I wisely trashed that dream.
But I think we all need fantasies. Some days we really need them just to get through the work day.
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):