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arguing with transphobes feels like
Imagine someone tells you "I think all numbers are greater than 5"
and you're like "what about 1 2 3 and 4" and they just say "oh thats just such a small amount, we shouldnt base things off that" and so you bring up negative numbers and they say "thats completely unrelated to this discussion" so you bring up decimals and they're like "oh those are just disorders" and so finally you're like "okay, what about fucking five. Five isnt greater than itself and its literally your point of comparison, so you have to acknowledge it as a number that counts" and they just say "this is the problem with you liberals, always trying to inject your politics into simple math"
wanted to design a weird creature
kinda reminds me of the spacesiders from the skybox
“Cats don’t actually love you”
A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.
Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.
Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AV7bxcEXold5G5tG6qs34xPFYrjMd5Gs1lu1USqAqLo/edit?usp=drivesdk
The unfinished poem collection
one of them is obviously inspired by one of your songs, but I was listening to can opener's notebook and cutiemarks around the time I was writing most of these and they definetly influenced it.
Hope you get something from it.
neat and poignant. i like the occasional thematic text formatting. makes me want to write more.
peak writing. makes me want to try making a mixed media scrapbook-like mashup of all of the one-line unfinished poems i've accrued over the years to frankenstein it into one big megapoem lol
'I AM' fucks me uppppp that's not unfinished, that's masterful restraint. such a mood
If you make that, I would love to see it. Thanks for the kind words. An inspiration is one of those things I want to be most.
can I askew a question?
It's really something just how impressively stupid all these self styled "entrepreneurs" are.
Hi sorry but why would the client want a cheque to be mailed back to them?
No genuinely, isn’t it written “pay to the order of” or whatever. It’s not like you can edit it?? It’s not like the cheque IS the money. The cheque is an instruction. If you shred the instruction, it’s gone. I don’t understand?? How do cheques work in America?
I'm pretty sure they want the check mailed back so they can completely verify that it is gone. If they left it in the companies hands, what if they tried to cash it later and fuck them over? That's my only guess.
Why does no one talk about antimemes?
I don't get it.
Maybe the information is being suppressed or something?
I used to think of myself as having a broken foundation. Cracks running across it, that'd ruin everything built atop it. I've always wanted to do things just right, after all, so I'd have to sometime, somehow, rebuild it all from the ground up, and until I did that, most of my efforts would be in vain. But, with some right words, and right help, I realized, there's no way to replace a foundation. No period, where you can stop being yourself to rebuild anew. Life is a continuous experience, and so this model is flawed, for there would be no way past these problems. I now see myself more as a tree, with some malformed roots grasping round a few meager nutrients. While plenty sustains me well, plenty else has grown to eat away at me, as I strive for other needs. I don't need to replace my foundation, I need to grow new roots, and my old snarled ones further. It's unsustainable, but not unfixable. I need to grow towards the nutrients, so I can grow towards the light.
do you guys remember when we used to say oh worm all the time. remember that
is anybody out there
will anybody hearken to me
You can tell if a kobold is an artist because they’ll go “Wip!!!”
explain yourself
great lil piece!
Late night thoughts
late night thoughts
Rules For Making Art
You can quit. If you want to quit, if you explicitly want to quit, you can. You must never forget that. It is not a negative, it is not a penalty, it is not a failure. Your life is yours to live. The amount of time spending art is yours to choose.
If you do not explicitly want to quit, you cannot. You can rest. You can rest as long as you like.
But unless you say, to your self, in a quiet moment, "I do not want to do this" then you keep going.
You can rest as long as you want.
Months. Years. Decades.
It doesn't matter. The art is there when you get back. It doesn't expire.
You're alive? It's still in you.
Skills can be relearned. All of them. New skills can be added.
You should rest.
It isn't a need, it is a demand. It is maintenance, it is itself part of the art because it is part of being alive and being alive is part of the art.
There is no penalty for slowness.
The benefits of speed are vastly outweighed by the hidden costs: wear and tear on machinery, your body, your mind. You think these are gossamar costs because they are out of sight, out of mind.
Until they are not.
There is no penalty for slowness, the benefits to speed are ephemeral and difficult to calculate, resting is not a need it is a requirement.
Your art is yours. Your life is yours. It can be big, it can be small, it can be both. It can be cheap, it can be expensive, it can range between the two.
The audience brings to the table their wants, their needs, their curiosity.
The audience does not dictate the art.
You do not dictate the audience.
This is a collaboration. Both sides are equal, artist and audience. This keeps your feet on the ground and your head in the clouds.
With fire, I recommend making art that you think should exist, but doesn't yet. That's the stuff, that's the best stuff.
Weigh the costs. Financial, social, physical, mental, spiritual, temporal. Constantly. Is this what you want? Are you following your heart? This is not a loaded question. It is spoken softly. I speak this to you as softly as I would a lover who has fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position.
If you can't make what you want, where can you reduce scope? Where can you increase time? Can you make it smaller, can you make it less elaborate? Take longer time to do it?
Can you make something else entirely?
Can you keep this idea in idea form while you work on something else?
Weigh the costs. An unrealized dream left to dust because it was too hard, too expensive, preventing you from making a realized dream, is worthless.
Make it small.
Make it simple.
Review the scope. You want to make a widget. I ask you softly, do you want to make this widget? Not something else?
Make it smaller than that.
Make it simpler than that.
Review the scope. You want to make a fidget. I ask you gently, if you pursue this path it will cost you much, would you be as satisfied if you made smaller things in greater quantity?
When you feel like quitting, ask yourself with the clarity of cold water on a hot day. Hot water on a cold day. Do you actually want to quit or do you need to rest? Are you not resting because the cost of resting feels like giving up?
There is no giving up.
Failure doesn't exist.
You either want to do this, and do.
You either want to do this, and do it simpler, smaller.
You either want to do this, and rest for awhile, so you can gather resources to do it later. Mental, physical, financial, social, spiritual.
You either want to do this, and plan alternatives, break it apart and do other things first, work up to the grand vision, rescope the grand vision, remix it, shift it around.
Or you don't.
And if you don't? If you truly don't? Then don't force it.
Live your life doing literally anything else. That's great too. Equally. The entire point of being alive is to fill up the well of your soul. There are infinite paths.
If you want to make the thing? Make the thing. Maybe it's great. Maybe it is objectively terrible. Most likely it is somewhere on that spectrum.
Did you enjoy it?
Then it was worth it.
That's literally all that matters.
Everything else is secondary.
Quality is secondary.
If you make things publicly? Quality is quaternary. Here is the order of priority. I'll spell it out. I believe this with my entire soul.
Your enjoyment
The enjoyment of your friends
The enjoyment of people who don't know who see it
The quality of the piece itself
Maybe it wins awards. Maybe it's in publications, maybe museums. I've had work win awards, be published in books, shown in museums. I have stuff you've seen if you've shopped in the grocery store in the United States sometime in the last 25 years or so. And far broader places.
That's great. Resources to keep going.
Secondary.
I love making art.
If you do, too, I hope you make art. If not, that you're resting. And if doing neither, I hope you rest until you it's art time again.
Cheers my fellows.
I hope we all make it.
Why do they call it trash can when you of can the trash of can't trash can eat the trash?