This week Gabe and Tycho create the comic Paracusia. Listen to the podcast here.
Read the full story here
because of the compartmental nature of each day's activity, and by that i mean that each day has a new task that is exactly like the old task in form and function but is different in every other possible way, you have to develop a sort of...forced forgetfulness: when i press ctrl+alt+delete and hit enter to lock my work computer, it also locks the part of my brain designated to "work" and forces that part deep into the recesses of the cavity. only very rarely does something pique me so hard that i let myself ponder it outside of the normal 5:30-3:30. after 3:30 i've got too much other shit to do. like, work on the house, be with my family, eat things, and be creative. that list isn't in order of precedence.
i feel like i can do this because the work is generating from outside of myself. sometimes, the things i create leak into my brain through the blood-brain barrier, from my heart and subconscious, and my options are to suppress the thoughts and potentially lose them, or flesh them out right then and there and make up the time by working later. i can't imagine working when the work is solely of my own creation. being creative seems to be such a spontaneous, frail little wisp of a thing, you almost have to grab it whenever it flutters gently by, or risk losing it. my job is endlessly exhausting, mentally taxing, and regularly causes people to go batshit crazy, and i seem to excel at it....i'm fairly certain that doing what jerry and mike do, i.e. create for money, would cause me to break nearly instantaneously. the pressure to create would either ruin me and drain me of life until my unusable husk solely remained, or it would cripple my existence outside of work and ruin all that is dear to me.
tl:dr, kudos M&J for being able to handle that shit.
I can easily see how that's a 24 hour day...as I imagine it sometimes creeps into their dreams. Kudos indeed