Me, grumpily, to my husband, as I stared hatefully at all the upcoming “how to draw a REALISTIC tree/bird/frog/skull” things in my art project: do you know who else was a major influence on my style? PATRICK NAGEL. YOU KNOW. THE GUY WHO DID THIS KIND OF ART: Not gonna lie, guys, every step of this last ten hours has been a S T R U G G L E to get myself to do. I do not care about drawing realistic trees or photo-accurate cityscapes. I despise grid drawings.…
Project Whup Daniel has had a setback in that it took two frickin’ weeks to get my bike back from the shop after it started going clunk clunk clunk. Last time I brought it in they got kind of titchy when I rang up to find out if it was done after the 2-3 days they’d promised, and it took them a week; this time I waited for two fucking weeks for what they said would take two days, and when I went in, the bike was in the back…
We return for our adventures in Shanghai! Evelyn’s player wishes it to be known that she did, in fact, spontaenously combust at the sight of Ared Fey’s new shorn, hair-cut look. She also spent the first week of her journey drinking heavily, then took herself to the Captain to unburden her soul. The Captain, you understand, is French, and Evelyn does not speak French, but that didn’t stop her. Her referred her to the ship’s doctor, and the ship’s doctor referred her to the curly-mustachioed barman, who was very willing…
Recent Reads: The Cautious Traveller’s Guide to the Wastelands, Sarah Brooks – someone recommended this to me, IDEK who, but I’m grateful to them for it: it’s surreal and fantastic and a thrumming good read. The premise is roughly that the moral equivalent of the East India Company has built a railroad connecting Moscow to Bejing, through the walled-off wasteland of Siberia, which has long-since become a surreal expanse of inexplicable and encroaching magical change that threatens everything normal beyond the Walls. The Train is the only thing that can…
Yesterday the chain fell off my bike again (it does this all the time) and today it’s clonking and chonking and clicking as I cycle. I know it’s a cheap bike, for Christ’s sake, but how hard is it for a cheap bike to do its damn job. I guess I’m bringing it back to the shop to see if they can figure it out, but this is really frustrating What’s even more frustrating is that most of the time the place behind a gate and under a roof isn’t…