The lightbox I draw on requires two foot-long fluorescent bulbs. I used to panic when I was in college, up late drawing through the night, that the bulbs would burn out and I wouldn't be able to buy new ones until the stores opened up in the morning, and me being one to wait until the last minute to finish my drawings, it would've been too late by morning and the drawings wouldn't get done. One night in particular I remember being convinced that the bulbs were gonna go. "I'm fucked," I thought. "Fucked, fucked, fucked. I'm gonna have to, like, make my computer desktop bright white and then angle the screen and draw on it, but that probably won't be bright enough, or I could wait until the sun starts to rise and maybe use my window, but that won't give me enough time and'll for sure make my arms tired. Shit."
"Shit, shit, shit."
That was five years ago. And no, the bulbs haven't burned out yet.
Tom November 22, 2006 11:17pm
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