The sales job I took was a trick. I worked for the guy for almost two months and got paid nothing.
The good news:
I have a new job interview this morning for a job similar to the job I had a year ago.
Wish me luck.
It feels like I forgot how to operate my own mind there for a while. Like I was holding the game controller upside and yelling at everyone because I couldn't figure out why my walking was inverted.
No matter how secure or intelligently planned out your life may be, no matter how careful, cautious, ambitious, or talented you may feel, losing everything *can* happen to you.
Your relationships, even the unimportant or hostile ones, might comprise the only support network you get.
Felt like I just came out of a year-long brain haze at the beginning of this month. Like waking up in an opium den, except it's my real life, and instead of drugs, I was tripping for way too long on my own thoughts. Mental illness runs in my family, and, as hard as I fought to disprove suggestions from family and friends that I had had a mental break, maybe this is something I inevitably had to work through at one point or other in my life. Right now just thankful no one got permanently injured.
It's up to you to prove those thoughts wrong.
I finally put a few of my paintings and collages up on Etsy.
https://www.etsy.com/shop/MTTPGN
Might add more if there's interest. Feedback welcome.
https://mastodon.social/media/oqH25Ke5o1tjIJJ-DGQ https://mastodon.social/media/xkPekbLESPJW4aZzSpE https://mastodon.social/media/TNRJPonUeybWzT2uTZw https://mastodon.social/media/ZMKFUBm3QFKe8iAWRPo
Now that Twitter has 280, Mastodon must make 1k characters canonical to stay competitive.
Welp trapped in this body again.
Burning desire to dox Lin-Manuel Miranda after being forced to listen to the Moana soundtrack for 45 minutes this morning.
Now for sale:
Ghost mobile devices and ghost laptops (laptop pictured).
Gift one to deceased loved ones who have entered the ghost realm.
Now, ghost friends/ghost family members can monitor the social media accounts they kept during their life in the flesh and appreciate the forlorn, bittersweet comments people leave on their final social media posts.
Anyone in the land of the living, DM me if you want to purchase. Supplies limited, as our team of ghosts manufactured them in a limited run.
Do you want to be right, or do you want to be chill?
Sometimes the best way to help another person is just being flexible without getting mad or upset about it.
Facebook,
Please stop directing my enemies to my Instagram.
To ppl saying mediagoblin, the last time I was there you had to download videos as mpg files to your local computer and play them with some software you had locally installed.
Now if you could play them in the browser... hmmm
where is the open source, distributed video-sharing platform
My cover of "Nightswimming" : https://youtu.be/n6BpFHhHMj0
Per my usual modus operandi, it's written in Ruby using Sonic-Pi.
*Update*
Biggo art site followed up with me a 2nd time asking me to link to them from my blog.
I see they sell things and have paid employees. Why should I boost their PageRank for free?
They reached out with an ask, so I can ask back:
"The link I have in that spot works fine, do you have anything to offer in exchange for a link?"
(Their blog promotes established gallery artists, no tiny blogs)
She replied, well only link to us if you want to!
Hmm, you benefit, I don't, seems fair.
Should probably mention...
Need to tell...
Stop. Wait until the embarrassment is overwhelming. Let them think what they will. Let it spill out unbidden at the last possible moment, which is not yet. You can perfect your speech thus.
Need advice:
A rando emailed to ask me to update my old blog with a link to their art website (I checked it and it's a fine website).
I have not made new visual art in several years, and none of it is online now. Nevertheless, I feel like I should ask them for something in exchange for promoting their site.
Anyone with a blog encountered link-askers? Do you ask for anything in exchange for promotions? Do you link to sites from your blog for free?
To lie in bed anxiously and stare at the ceiling, restlessly waiting for day, perchance to dream.