Back here, there was the beginning of a discussion about Stargate, mrowrable sci-fi characters, and hawt animated characters. 
(After giving it more thought, I think the O’Neill thing definitely stems from MacGyver. Although, watching MacGyver now, he had Really Bad 80s Hair. *cue the Patty and Selma comments*)
In keeping with this theme, and with a heavy spattering of my already confessed obsession with muscles, today’s “I hate IT! Need to escape!” profession is:
Comic Book Artist
I’m in awe of these people. Frankly, I’m in awe of anyone who can capture a fair degree of realism using some arcane melange of hand-eye coordination and depth perception. I’d love to learn how to draw but it scares the freakin bejeezus out of me.
I’ve been drawing celtic knotwork and illuminating text for a fair while but when it comes to trying to create something remotely realistic, or reasonably representational, on paper it just doesn’t happen. There’s a mental block that tells me that I don’t have the technique, or the eye, or the practice, or the tools.
They’re all excuses of course.
I’d love to find an art course and learn how to draw people. There are colleges around Ottawa that have animator / cartooning / art programs… there have to be.
If I leave the comfy world of #!/usr/bin/perl, and become the massage therapist I want to be then I’ll have an excellent grasp (if you’ll pardon the pun) on where the muscles go and how they fit together…
I’ll just need to learn how to draw ‘em.
nice layout!