3 hours of drawing. During the session, I had to yet again explain that what I was doing wasn't cartooning, but rather taking careful inventory of things I knew to be true of the pose we were confronted with. "But you drew it with a 'style.'" Well, yes. Style takes care of itself. The point is, when I leave the room, this pose is now in my inventory, and can be reproduced and/or manipulated at will. Try doing that with your 'fine' art, dipshit.
To add insult to injury, some old bat rudely shhhhhhhhhhhhhhed two of my industry friends for softly discussing digital art technique. Because, you know, you need total radio silence to do a single, shitty pastel.
We were also treated to another abstract masterpiece by a guy I like to call Jurassic Park (because he looks like John Hammond). This clueless, sweatpants-wearing fucker spends the 3 hour period producing a drawing that consists of 6 wiggly lines. Occasionally he'll leave his little supply-cluttered workspot (you need a lot of tools when you're a fraud) and go "measure" the figure with his thumb, looking at it all quizzically, like he's on the verge of some major breakthrough. Then he goes back and pulls out one of those bendy french curves and uses that to make a 7th line. Holy shit. What genius.