I'm a geometric doodler. The only way I can NOT doodle is to put down the pen, and then I can't take notes (and believe me, you want me taking notes if I'm supposed to be listening to you). I can't make a realistic representation of anything, that's one of those magical abilities I envy no end.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
More power to you! I wish I were less inhibited. Inhibition hasn't done me too much good in life. I hope to make it to some future Dr. Sketchy LA events but if I end up being so broke I can't even afford that, I'll need to get over myself and start sketching people in public places.
Wait, what?
JOHNSON. Whoops.
I'm too afraid to draw people for fear they'll notice it and get offended.
Totes. I usually only do it at airports and really crowded places. In meetings I just decide to draw a hairline or an angle of a head from someone. Risking actually capturing a likeness (not exceptionally likely with my current rustiness) would be horrifically embarrassing.
I like this project to draw all the people in New York: [link]
Well, that is quite a pedigree. She's designing jeans that Oprah likes, or so my random e-mailed ads tell me. Said jeans do not come in my size, alas.
I never drew in meetings, I wrote drabbles instead. That way it at least looks like I'm taking notes assiduously.
Neat!
I wrote drabbles instead
I used to do that! Then, really, I decided the paranoia that someone would actually read my words had a worse payoff, so back to pictures of random dresses and dudes.
I just want to reach the point where I'm "that chick" and no one thinks twice about it. Who knows? Maybe I'm the only one that cares.
I know that Betsy would needlepoint and do other crafts during meetings. I would never dare.
I did needlepoint during a meeting once, and then I got pulled aside and told it looked bad and I needed to stop. Yeesh. I mean...seriously, I was doing cross stitch. It took no mindpower, and not hardly any visual power either--I was doing the part where I was filling in bits, not counting anything!
At my last job, when my hours were 10-6, I ended up getting a new task dumped on me that required that I be present at 8:00 am meetings on Monday morning, but I didn't need to pay attention, so I would print out the most porny fic I could find and read it in the meetings.