justina forever

putting one foot in front of the other since i could walk

  • This past weekend Evan and I shared a table at Canzine Toronto. I was selling Peggy Pointer books and rocks and stuff, and Evan was selling Arcane Bullshit tarot cards. People loooved his Arcane Bullshit tarot cards, because who wouldn’t like to wield the awesome power of divine bullshit in their hands? If you haven’t checked them out, you should. www.arcanebullshit.com

    Here’s a picture of us peddling our wares:

    In other news, I spent all the money I made that day on stuff that I thought looked cool and felt inspired by. That was fun.

    As for Peggy Pointer and me, our sales were slim, but some of my really kind friends bought books. That was REALLY nice of them.

    I’ve got some photos from the book-making process, so please let me tell you about my whole entire journey.

    1. I made up Peggy Pointer when I was in a REALLY boring meeting one day. At first her legs were also made of fingers, but these gave her a very bulky (not cute) appearance.
    2. I vowed to come up with a “Peggy Pointer p_______ a p_______” cartoon every day. But I quit for some reason.
    3. Months later, I decided to make the pictures I had into a book.
    4. But the illustrations were all inconsistent. So I re-traced 25 old Peggy Pointer drawings so that the line work would be consistent.
    5. I scanned all of the re-traced images into the computer, only to have Evan tell me they all looked “overworked.” Sigh.
    6. I arranged everything in InDesign. This REALLY made me wish I had worked on the yearbook in grade eleven because I felt like a headless chicken inside a computer.
    7. I PDFed my InDesign file and put it on a thumb drive.
    8. I took my PDF file to the neighbourhood print/copy/mailbox centre where a really nice guy helped me print everything up. He even collated the pages for me. I promised to bring him a sticker for all of his help. But I am terrible at keeping promises. 😦
      (((( HERE’S WHERE THE PICTURES BEGIN!!!! ))))
    9. I sewed up each copy by hand.
    10. I coloured each page with a splash of yellow. No two books are alike. (I also added some red details.)
    11. I put all the books in a stack. Yay!!!!!
    books! beginning the sewn binding process!
    About to begin the sewn binding process. This is not an ad for Staedtler. Or is it?
    sew threadfully boring.
    Sew threadfully boring. Frisbees make great containers for pencils and stuff.
    books! hand-colouring each copy!
    The most fun part of the whole process: adding random yellow to each page!
    books!
    No two books are alike.
    books!
    A stack of books!

    Oh! I also sold a bunch of rocks that I stole from the beach and drew on with a black pen and yellow Sharpie. I tried to turn the smaller ones into magnets but I didn’t mix the epoxy properly and so it didn’t work out.

    rocks! a box full of rocks!
    A box full of rocks! Not fun to carry.
    rocks! hand-drawn peggy pointer!
    For some kind of magic spell.
    rocks!
    A cluster of rocks.
    rocks!
    A swarm.
    rocks!
    Rocks!

    And guess what!!! I sold a grand total of 8 rocks to people who were willing to pay for rocks. For you economists out there, that’s a rate of 1.33333 rocks per hour. Unbelievable, huh?! Strangers are so kind. Stranger still, I was told by a girl who bought a rock that screenprinting every page of my book would have made me 58723710236% cooler. So that’s the secret?! But I think can live with being 58723710236% less cool than I could potentially be. But the strangest thing of all: when I changed the stickers from “$X” to “FREE,” people REALLY started to like them! Whoa!!!

    I also had an assortment of fingerless mittens up for sale. I sold two pairs. Yay.

    fingerless mittens!
    Fingerless mittens!
    fingerless mittens!
    I tried to give each pair a clever name. My favourite: “Oatmeal Jeanjacket.” Or “Jeanmeal.”
    fingerless mittens!
    Fingerless mittens.

    The end. Anybody want to buy a pair of mittens?

  • peggy pointer pats the peepers.

    peggy pointer pats the peepers.

  • peggy pointer paddles in the pond.

    peggy pointer paddles in the pond.

  • peggy pointer pops a pimple.

    peggy pointer pops a pimple.

  • special delivery!

    When I was ten, my family moved from Hong Kong to Toronto. This was before we all became addicted to the Internet, Geocities, and ICQ, and when hour-long long-distance phone calls were out of the question for ten-year-olds on opposite sides of the world. So snail mail was how I stayed in touch with my friends, Tania, Michelle, and Jess.

    I wrote my best friend Jess nearly every day for a good year. Once a week I would stuff the various pieces of paper and knick-knacks into a big, fat envelope and mail it to Hong Kong. And every day I would check our mailbox — even if the flag was down, with even greater anticipation — to see if any similarly fat and exciting packages had arrived for me.

    I still have a shoebox filled with letters from Jess.

    We barely talk any more.

    Maybe I’ll find out her address and write her a letter.