Today I woke up and wrote a few emails and uploaded a few designs to my website so that clients could view them. I drove to work and arrived 10 minutes late due to traffic on the freeway.

Today I organized a few of the files on my hard drive. I brainstormed with a colleague on ideas for animated banner ads for computer routing technology. I drew sketches in my sketchbook. I created a few new designs and edited an animated sequence I created last week.

Today I went with my wife to a Christian couples group and met several folks that were a lot like us. I prayed a bit, talked a bit, listened a bit. I talked a little business, cracked a couple of jokes.

Today I fought with my wife about trivial things like parking and not-so-trivial things like her lack of trust in me and my lack of sensitivity toward her.

And today I listened to the President tell us that we're at war.

Before I go to bed tonight, I'll apologize to my wife. I'll probably read to distract myself. I may even pray a bit. Tomorrow, I'll do a bit more drawing and designing. I'll write a few emails to important people about important things like ad copy and color schemes. I'll visit CNN.com about 50 times throughout the day. I'll eat lunch and listen to the radio and play with the cats and watch a little TV and piss and sleep and shower and change my underwear and all the normal things that I do every day.

But we'll still be at war tomorrow. And people will most assuredly die tomorrow. And we'll still have distilled water and soap and dried fruit in my office, Just In Case. And everyone everywhere will all be talking about the exact same thing.

And years from now, I'll look back on today and forget what a stupid, ordinary day it was. I'll forget all about the little things like banner ads and arguments and being 10 minutes late. I'll probably shake my head at my present ignorance and optimism or maybe my pessimism. Years from now, I'll probably sleep much easier than I will tonight.

And... and I don't know. I guess that's all.

Goodnight.

posted by Jeremy Bear 11:42 PM

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Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Yesterday I stopped off at the gas station to fill up my tank. Not a van or truck or even an SUV, mind you... just a little Nissan Altima that gets average gas mileage with an average sized tank.

$30

Tonight Carey went shopping for a few odds and ends to help turn one room of our home into a bomb shelter: distilled water, dried fruit, towelettes, crackers, toilet paper, soap, juice, gum, duct tape... 3 days worth of cabin fever mixed in with a dash of that old Cold War paranoia.

$100.

As of this writing, Hussein has T-minus 19 hours to make himself scarce before we bomb him back into the late Jurassic.

Priceless.

Well, okay, not really. It's sad and it's terrible and it's frustrating and it's scary. And I want it all to be over quickly. I guess all we can do is pray for the wisdom of our leaders for the time being, though.
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Since I'm way too busy cracking wise to say anything significant about the current political climate, what say to a new script? This one comes from an old chum from my college years, Andy Jewett (not a bad artist in his own rite and he's even got a website to prove it). This latest lil' miracle is called Spandex Indeed. Go look at it and if you don't like it, remember to blame Andy. He's a tough cookie, he can take it.

posted by Jeremy Bear 10:03 PM

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Monday, March 17, 2003

Faith an' begorrah! A happy St. Patrick's t' ye! While I don't have a new script for anyone to read, 'tis the season for an old script to make an appearance, I think, as we tip our hats to the Irish. Go take another look, lads an' lasses: Erin Goes Braughhh.

Me, I celebrated at lunch today with a McD's Shamrock Shake. No, they haven't gotten any better.

Ulb.
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It looks as if we're not only going to war, but it's probably a matter of days at this point. While I think invading Iraq is the smart move right now (though the wife disagrees), I can't help but feel a bit nervous... living in such a targeted area, that is. Isn't LA the embodiment of everything Saddam hates about our culture? I half expect the nukes shall fly and, when they do, I only hope they land directly on my car as I'm lurching down the 405.

But, as war looms, I'm also slightly concerned about the trip that my sister Lauren and my dad are planning for this weekend. They'll be flying in this Saturday and leaving the following Wednesday and part of me wonders if this weekend isn't the best time to be in the air, flying across the country. I'm sure it's fine, though.

I'm sure it's fine.

Hhh.
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At least we can all rejoice that Elizabeth Smart has been returned safely to her family. Hooray! Er... at least I think we can rejoice. (Is it just me or is her dad every bit as creepy as the guy that kidnapped her? Here's hoping that college comes quickly for Liz.)

posted by Jeremy Bear 2:16 PM

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