Also I put uv-blocking paint on my new parasol and reconnected all the light bulbs to the network, welcome to the internet of shit.
Got laundry hung, still have one more load in the drier, maybe I'll hang that too.
Not a productive day but a USEFUL one. And I could still get in an hour drawing if I wanted to.
Ugh I got fuck all done today
well I guess I got laundry done, laundry is important. I still gotta fold it but it got cleaned.
Idly wondering about the ISO 9000 certification documents for those factories that are always taking unsuspecting passers-by and accidentally turning them into cow mannequins or toon lamps or whatever. Like, how detailed is the management procedure for these incidents?
Also, kind of understanding why everybody treated me like that in middle school.
I'm wandering around the UW campus and I keep hearing people walking outside of buildings and being all "holy shit it's hot"
And here's me strutting around under a parasol in about as little fabric as I can get away with and being happy. Smoky air and all. I'm just built for the desert, I think. Rainforest is nice, all the green is pretty. But I gotta sweat now and then.
And I guess now if I ever wanna do typography in the style of the Psygnosis logo I have the parts to do it pretty quickly. Or to do some differently-shaped type using those parts. Could be interesting.
Might work on the dragon later today but I spent like 4h on this already, I have Actual Work that needs doing. Call it a "warmup drawing". Which is artist for "shit I drew instead of drawing paid shit".
I started out using a free font based on the Psygnosis logo but it used characters from the Shadow of the Beast logo to fill out the letters and it just did NOT come together. So I analyzed an old poster of Roger Dean's original painting and made some brushes out of it.
Doing this and roughing in the dragon took approximately two hours. Sheeiiit.
Supposedly I am already getting further in ballet stretch class than I did when I started a couple weeks ago. I remain skeptical.
Also I have begun to imagine that my mother's ghost is sitting on the side of the dance floor, reading a book and grinning a little evilly every time I whimper. "Do it long enough and maybe you'll work off all the time you were a pain in MY ass in your teen years," she laughs. It's loving but there's a bit of honest cruelty beneath it. My family was like that.
You know you're a regular at a place when they remember your name and say "oh don't bother paying".
Heck of a line at Morsel this morning. So worth the wait though.
I knew it would be bad, it's a weekend. Everyone's drowning their hangover in tasty fucking biscuits.
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