I don’t know what it is about a rainy day that manages to trash my entire mood. Perhaps it’s the fact that yesterday was just one more day of nothing but gray. I don’t mind the rain, and I certainly don’t mind the snow, however, a sky utterly devoid of color is just plain wrong.

However, despite the dreary surroundings, I managed to have a pretty cool day (after work, of course). A few weeks ago I was browsing the fiction and literature isle at Borders, when I felt the need to go to the bathroom. Weighing the urgency of my bladder against the self-imposed moratorium on public bathroom usage, I put “Jennifer Government” back on the shelf, vowing to come back for it in about three to four minutes, and made my way to the men’s room.

A few satisfying minutes later, I exited the bathroom, coming face to face with the notice board jammed with flyers for poetry readings, lost puppies, and wannabe coffeehouse rockers, when I noticed a flyer for an art class. Comic book art.

Now, you longtime readers will remember (hopefully) that I once dreamt of being a comic book writer/illustrator but the lack of a steady paycheck, and permanent work drove me to rely upon my other strengths, leading to pursue Chemical Engineering. Yeah, it’s a logical progression.

Not having drawn a damn thing in, oh, about five years, I decided that I might benefit from this class, and have something useful to do on Tuesday nights, the time otherwise spent watching TV, or picking boogers, or (insert useless time consuming task here). So I emailed the instructor, discovered that it was going to be held at the local Michaels (odd that there’s no apostrophe), and bought the requisite art materials, aside from those I could safely pilfer from the supply closet at work.

Last night, was the first class. There are four of us, excluding the instructor. Aside from me, is Andrew, Nick, and Steve. Andrew is my age. Nick and Steve are seven and ten, respectively. It’s a fun class.

It’s a three-month class. The first month we will spend on penciling. The second month is inking, and the third month is storytelling. Should be cool.

We started drawing stick figure superheroes in different poses, and rapidly progressed to basic three-dimensional shapes, and finished the hour-long class applying these shapes to the stick figure to begin developing form to the body. It’s good to start over from scratch.

I think next week we move on to anatomy, and I’m a little worried about the two children when we get to the pee-pee region. Especially, when we start drawing women.

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