Packing Anamoly

Have you ever wondered how stupid you can be? Well try packing for a 7 day trip at 3am the night before you’re supposed to leave at 7am; there’s always something to forget, and even when you think you have everything, you’ll surprise yourself mid—12.38—hour—flight. So how does this impressive tail begin? Well with me staring at a glass full of pencils and pens thinking, “I should pack some of those,” but consciously deciding to get it later.

NEVER, consciously decide to get it later. Seriously, the smartest thing you can do is to pack everything you remember the movement you remember to pack it. Now where does the conflict and action of the story take place, well the same place most do actually, on a cramped, low leg room, flight to Japan.

Theoretically this flight should be the most entertaining thing I’ve done in a long time, considering I haven’t been out of the country since my last trip there. So here it is: Anyone who knows me well enough usually knows I have thing for awesome pens and pencils. Since I do a lot of artwork, I tend to lean more toward the pencil side of things. Also they might note that I am not the person to use a different medium when I don’t feel like it. So wouldn’t it just be ironic that I have a shit-load of pens and feel like using pencils? A common person might ask, and quite rightfully so, why not borrow a pencil? The simple answer there being, because I’m anal.

There are two types of pencils I use. 1. Pentel 0.5mm P205; Fantastic click action, great weight balance, easily replaceable parts, and my pen of choice for the past 15 years. 2. Alvin Draftmatic 0.5mm DM05; Weight distribution is a little heavy toward the front, great serrated grip, quality thin rubber layering, exact strokes. Now, as much as I like to be well prepared, the one time I actually go someplace, my utensils are completely unprepared.

Inventory: 6 Pilot G-2 pens, 3 Sharpies, 2 highlighters, 1 Pentel, replaceable erasers for the Pentel, NO lead! And so, extreme annoyance ensues. After the one piece of lead in my favorite pencil is gone, I’m shit out of luck as far as art goes for the rest of the trip. So far it’s been a brilliant start to what should be a thrilling trip. IN any case, we shall see. Other then sitting in the middle of a plane, throwing my words on to a blank word document, the very least thing I can express right now is that I hate being uncomfortable for long periods of time. I can’t wait till I’m fucking rich and get to fly business or first class everywhere, this economy class shit simply isn’t going to cut it.

The one saving grace is that there are some beautiful women on this plane, too bad none are within striking distant, and my mom is sitting next to me. Bah, more when I get to japan.

;)~that silver lining