- Not reminded myself lately outloud of my Slothrop allusion, my telemetry and America’s still aligned and synchronized
- Jeff = America’s Death Path! though I’ve been eating healthier and taking long lunch walks, I hope I’ve bought us another eight minutes!
- BLCKDGRD’s coma remains, I’m enjoying a fascinating wave of frantic sparking (sic) panicky zen, a new sensation, fun, I hadn’t gauged my fuckit meters to alert me my damn’s low, dashboard alert on the. fuck. it.
- I link fish for you cause I read what I catch and want to share but ever-worsening duh, do you need me to awooga it at you?
The scanner cheating, the cheating by blog-palette, sunlight through windows
Full disclosure: these *are* watercolor and ink and pencil on either regular graph paper or regular watercolor paper (Arches, yes, fuck me, the block does keep the paper from warping when drying), but to capture a closer image to what they look like wet (versus what they look like dry) I scan the dried on the office scanner/printer and enhance the colors using souped-up saturation and souped-up vividness and souped-up sharpness and souped-up resolution, I don’t consider this cheating given the limited skills of the artist for anything but lines and color but think I should mention it in case *you* think it’s cheating, fine metaphors abound
My new old cobbles
Can’t in front of anyone
Who haven’t I told
we are the black flies
made screened porches required
fuck your expense. welts