- What do you do for a living and do you enjoy it?
- Where did you grow up?
- Tell us one of your best memories!
- What scent or smell do you like best?
- When I say music, what pops to mind?
I letter comic-books and sometimes I design stuff for a comic book company. And I do enjoy it, very, very much. I love working in Adobe Illustrator, which is what use, and I love messing about with fonts, which is mostly what I do. AND it’s comic books. I’ve been doing it for almost ten years and I still like it. How could that be bad?
And yes, that is my actual title, it is on my business card and every thing, it says “letterer/designer”. I know it doesn’t sound like a real job, but it is. I am a teeny-tiny fish in a big ol’ pond of lettering and I do all my lettering on a computer, some do theirs by hand, which is very cool, but not what my job calls for (although sometimes I wish it did because that would be fun too!)
Ah, I am a Jersey girl through and through. I was born and grew up in southern New Jersey, which is not at al what you think it is. South Jersey, at least when I was growing up there, is largely rural, lots of farms (tomato, strawberry, corn) and lots of trees. I actually lived right on the edge of the Pine Barrens, which is where you would find the Jersey Devil, if you were looking for him.
When I was living there I kind of wanted to leave. But looking back, I realize that it was less about where I lived and more about never having lived anywhere else. When I go back to New Jersey now, it’s lovely. It’s getting more and more industrial in my old stomping grounds but it still feels like home to be
I gotta say I was struggling with this question a little. Despite my lack of drug usage in my youth, I still have very little memory. And there are some great memories that I just don’t want to share. They’re mine! But after some struggle I remembered the first night in my first apartment. See, I moved from home a little later than average. I would have loved to move out earlier but my salary required that I have a roommate and the only person I could imagine living with was my BFF, Jules. We originally intended to go in on an apartment with another friend but after some discussions of how we would all go shopping together and then label our food and divide the fridge and how we would pick out a sofa and pay thirds on it and then if someone moved out they would get their third, less usage fees, back…it just didn’t seem like such a good idea. Jules and I eventually found an apartment that we could afford together and it was owned by people we knew, which made it even better, but the current tenants were going through an eviction and we would have to wait until they got ousted. It was a long wait. I think it took a year. But the best memory I have of that beautiful Victorian apartment was our first day and night in residence. We moved in with the help of some family and friends but when they left we were kind of overwhelmed with all that had to be done. Then we heard the ice cream truck. Jules went flying down the stairs screaming “GET THE MONEY, I’LL STOP THE TRUCK!” We got our cones and retired to the coolest place in the apartment, the bathroom floor. We ate our ice cream and then proceeded to build a fort in our brand new living room and camp out because there were too many boxes in our bedrooms. It was the perfect way to move into a place. I loved that apartment.
Ooh, tough one. Hmmm. Well, I think at one point I would have said something like “bakeries” but after working one day in a bakery…*shudder*. It was pretty awful. Still, I love the smell of bread baking. And oddly, even though I spend several summers working a popcorn cart in an amusement park, I never ever get tired of the smell of popcorn. Onions frying is nice, as is just the smell of olive oil warming on the stove.
It’s not all food though. I love the sudden smell of jasmine that I stumble across from time to time here in L.A. It always takes me by surprise as when I think of this city, the smells that generally pop to mind are chlorine and exhaust.
And maybe this is strange but I love the smell of my cat’s fur. You’d think it would be all fishy and nasty but for some reason, she kind of smells like dried flowers. Her fur does, her breath, that’s pure cat food and no one likes that…well, except maybe another cat!
I guess that’s more than one answer. Deal with it! (hee!)
Today, the first thing that popped to mind was “Opera” but I don’t really know why. I haven’t been listening to it all that much but a friend recently invited me to a dress rehearsal of an opera and I am really looking forward to that.
So, since Janet indulged me and gave me five questions, I will happily return the favor.
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