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Another day, another skull.

Oooh, imagery evoking mysticism, the occult, and space monsters and shit? Man, I’ve got this “cool” shit down to a science.

Yeah… hard science. Like, literally, it’s hard work. Does that mean I’m doing it wrong?

I must be getting old because this three day weekend was devastating. In a good way. You kind of have to earn long weekends in reverse. You pay for them with that sizzling psychedelic haze the last day brings after getting too much sun and substance-abusing for three days straight. I feel kinda like this:

Scorched earth policy during Napoleon’s invasion of Russia - image via hardnewsinc.blogs.com

But it’s a good burn.

This was supposed to be a “quick one,” since I have a whole bunch of shit going on right now. And it of course it turned out not to be a “quick one” at all. Great.

Seriously though, I’m just going to give it to you mommy and daddy are getting a divorce style — I may have to scale back the posts a bit for the next few weeks. Never fear, for I will not be far from your thoughts, and I’ll still probably have something daily, but you see… I quit my job today, so like I said, I’ve got a whole bunch of shit going on right now.

Big dedleg shit going on too

I happened upon this article about art school and surviving as an artist today. This quote resonated particularly strongly:

“It’s hard to set aside time for art on a regular basis in this culture if you aren’t immediately getting money to do it,” says Arsem. “But to develop as an artist, you need to trust that it’s going to be worth it eventually.” 

What if “eventually” never comes? At what point do you hang up your brushes, as it were? Or does even considering the option make your art less valid? Probably… I don’t know… yeah, probably. But, I do know that blind faith can get you many places — however, not all of them are necessarily places you want to go.

And really, you should create art just because you feel compelled to. Nonetheless, that doesn’t mean some monies wouldn’t be nice.

Anybody who uses the word “guy” is a monster as far as I’m concerned — it’s the reigning champion of pejorative terms that don’t involve vulgarities. In fact, if I had a choice, I think I’d rather be called a “cockbag” or “ass clown” before the dreaded “guy.” There’s something so inherently condescending about it, anybody who stamps an insult with it is justifiably strangleable. Which happens to be a word I just made up. It means “made for, or at least asking for, being strangled,” in case that wasn’t obvious.

Other generic slang terms for “fellow” that have, over time, revealed their uglier intentions:

Chief
Champ
Kid
Buddy
Sir

Yes, even “sir,” when used with the appropriate dose of sarcasm, can be downright infuriating. Keep these in mind, and happy belittling!

And you’d better have some figgy pudding ready when we get there, bitch.

What’s in a weekend? Hm, looks like about 41 beers and a bottle of red wine, according to the refuse collected on my kitchen counter.

Another one burnt to a crisp, which is appropriate phrasing considering I feel about the same.

I’ve sort of got this thing for color. Not sure if you noticed.