so.
Dunno if I've posted the start before, but here's pg. 1 of an smol comic I've tried to finish in one month...2 years ago.
An inner-dialogue I've been struggling to figure out alone-
been on the other blue app, but quick update for whoever lurking wierdoes still here; apparently I'm entitled to $11k, but who knows if I'll get it this year at all.
moved outa my place, still waiting on my paycheck after 1 & a half months.
I've been on a crate in this same weather, a little leak in this dinghy won't sink me yet.
As tech-savy and 'upgrade - manic' as I am, I always forget the entirety of my art WiPs & files are on a ~8+ year old hdd (bought preowned so it's probably older) instead of an ssd.
·.^3
In any screen repairs or replacement, it's always good practice/tradition to stab the everloving shite outa the bad screen(s).
Give them no opportunity to curse the new one.
Just a psa, totally not from past (or current) experience.
as much as I love weirdness, I have my limits, like:
Why is it 90°F in the middle of October?
and HOW the HELL did my garage fridge trip a GFCI and WHY did THAT affect my INTERNET???
Good morning.
Great news, I got a job.
Good news, I'm having more dreams.
Bad news, their getting weirder.
Worse news, Old Man Death is ahowing up more.
Abhorent news, He says he won't leave until he solves a 'Hungarian Supernova.'
I find it very poetic that I got a job at a pharmacy right across the street from my old store.
Means I'm back on track, or on a different track going the same direction.
Either way, I'm still chugging along.
Waited, like, 10 minutes before he spoke:
"The Id and the Superego- should they be in contention or cooperation? Mediate them for me, would you?"
Then he flicked his pinky-bone into my eye and I woke up.
I have 2 types of dreams: one nonsensical, the other I call 'Death-Consultations.'
Last night I had both.
I was sitting on a toilet, floating in a void.
He was laying on a cube, kicking his legs & hanging his head over the edge, casually sipping a coconut.
I absolutely hate the convoluted restrictiveness of the Apple ecosystem,
but at the same time,
I absolutely hate trying to text to them from a Samsung
||<<thiiis close to just giving up and switching.
Finished R&C 2 this morning (3am) and I just gotta say-
wtf was that ending.
didn't feel like an ending like, at all. Then I realized, it's because it's not the end.
Just another wibbbley adventure over with, but they ain't done.
Tonight I'll get started on R&C 3
currently going through the Ratchet & Clank series.
I've always wondered why I was so afraid of jumping planets in the second game.
Now I remember why.