#brain crack

[puppet-string]

Watching hello kitty and friends fucking love it

[xxravexx]

Ever just doodle and realize the only thing I truly worship is thic thighs, serial killers, and maybe some daily brain crack

[arkirei]

A scene where a person with wings is laying drunk in a bathtub slowly and methodically plucking their feathers one by one, singing,

"do they love me, pray they don't, do they lie and say they hope, sing for love or kill for none, waste the day to steal the sun"

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Brain Crack

Roughly once a month I will have an inspiration spike lasting anywhere from three days to an hour or two, just before my reproductive system tries to murder me. Sometimes this is productive (the first draft of Foxes and Hounds was pounded out in about four hours), sometimes it just leads to me going “argh, want to create, but I don’t want to write, or knit, or sew, or...”

This morning, it lead to the following Downton related brain crack, which takes place back in season one:

Thomas: *leads Mr. Pamuk through the halls of Downton* Right then. This is the room you want.

Pamuk: Wonderful. *enters*

Thomas: *high tails it back to the attics and into his PJs in record time*

~meanwhile~

Edith: *suddenly finding Mr. Pamuk in her room* EEEK! What is the meaning of this?

Pamuk: *realizing he’s been had* Oh, so sorry. Wrong room.

Edith: *still wholly upset* What room were you looking for?

Pamuk: Ah...er...the...the kitchen! Yes, I was hungry and wanted a snack.

Edith: Liar! The kitchen’s downstairs! Even you must know that. Now tell me the truth or I’ll scream the house down.

Pamuk: Alright, alright...I was looking for your sister Mary’s room.

Edith: *develops an immediate tick* You were looking for Mary, not me?

Pamuk: Yes, of course. Why would I be interested in you?

Edith: *screams the house down*

Pamuk: *whatever ‘shit’ is in Turkish*

*whole family comes running*

Robert: What is the meaning of this?

Edith: He and Mary planned a rendezvous in her room, but he got my room instead!

Mary: *scandalized* We did no such thing! *glares at Pamuk* What on earth are you about sir?

Pamuk: Look, there’s a misunderstanding here...it was all that footman you had dress me! You should know, he’s not a respectable sort, and should be in prison. He made completely inappropriate suggestions to me. When I threatened to have him arrested, he begged me not to, told me that he’d heard Lady Mary saying she was madly in love with me and wished to speak in private, and promised to show me to her room so we could talk. SImply talk, nothing more! He is a liar and a pervert and I want him arrested.

Robert: .....sadly, that’s believable. Someone go get Thomas.

~a few minutes later~

Thomas: *doing a really impressive job of looking like he’s been woken out of a dead slumber* Yes, m’lord?

Robert: Thomas! What have you been doing since the rest of the servants turned in?

Thomas:....*looking confused* Sleeping, m’lord?

Robert: Really. You haven’t been showing this man around the gallery?

Thomas: *utterly perplexed* Why would I have been, m’lord?

Pamuk: To avoid arrest, you degenerate.

Thomas: *disgruntled* Here now, I don’t know who told you what, but there’s no need for that.

Pamuk: *gobsmacked* You made inappropriate suggestions to me!

Robert: *firm glare* Is that true Thomas?

Thomas: *mutinous look* Unless he means my original suggestion in neck wear for the evening, m’lord, I have no idea what this man is talking about.

Pamuk: LIES!

Thomas: *acts like the impertinent little brat he was* Unless you have proof otherwise, sir, I’ve been asleep for the past hour, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to that!

Robert: Mind you tongue! No matter what else is going on, this man outranks you. Someone get Carson.

~a few minutes later~

Carson: *definitely was just woken from a dead slumber* Yes, m’lord?

Robert: Carson, do you know where Thomas has been since everyone went to bed?

Carson: Well, I last saw him going into his room, just like everyone else. When I did a last check, the light was out. I’d assumed he’d gone to bed. Why, is something amiss?

Thomas: *mutters* I had gone to bed.

Pamuk: *sputters* I will see you in court you-

Robert: ENOUGH! *rounds on Pamuk* You come into my house, you try to seduce my daughters, and then you try to frame my servants! If it were not a matter of international diplomacy, I would have you arrested! Or at least make you sleep in the stable! As it is, you will return to your room and be locked in for the remainder of the night!

Pamuk: *sputter outrage*

Robert: OR I CAN KICK YOU OUT RIGHT NOW AND YOU CAN FIND YOUR OWN LODGING!

Pamuk: *glowers at Thomas*

Thomas: *looks thoroughly unimpressed...and sleepy*

Pamuk: *stalks back to room, gets locked in, and has a heart attack out of rage*

*everyone else goes to bed*

[jrkovacs]

Beware the Brain Crack

Beware the Brain Crack

When you’ve got work on the docket that needs doing, it can be exceedingly tempting to chase down every little idea, plan, or new goal that pops into your head in an effort to escape, because it’s just so good and feels like it’s so close and achievable.  But falling into this trap can (and will) lead to you falling behind on work that you do need to do, in the here and now, and is a sure fire…

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[wearedailypoets]

Brain CRACK

“LOOK AT ME, I’M FUN!!” It calls us all out to play, “DON’T WORK, KEEP DREAMING!!” -Paid for by brainCRACK LLC, a subsidiary of PROCRASTINinc!, and a partner organization to the B. kÜLL initiative for Strategic HeurIsTics.

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Tracy Bonham & Kathryn Calder – Brain Crack

İlk albümünü yayınlamasından bu yana 20 yıl geçen müzisyen Tracy Bonham,  Modern Burdens adlı yeni bir albüm paylaşacak. Sadie Dupuis, Tanya Donnelly, Kay Hanley ve Nicole Atkins gibi isimlerin konuk olarak yer aldığı albümden, The New Pornographers grubunda yer alan Kathryn Calder’ın yer aldığı Brain Crack kaydı duyuruldu.

[moonracket]

Giving Up

I'm not sure when it happened exactly, but somewhere along the way, I just gave up creating and giving a shit about creating for the internet. I gave up following comic books in a semi-religious manner. I gave up playing basketball every single week. I gave up watching movies regularly. I gave up writing to my various website.

My aim has always been to create a small library of stories that I've written and drawn that are available in a multitude of formats (from digital to paperbacks and hardcovers). It's a reasonably modest aim, but with the option of becoming greater depending on scale.

Do I think that this library of stories will provide me with a living? Probably not, unless I have some serious success somewhere and hit on the zeitgeist in a way that I can neither predict nor anticipate. So I'll be content to having a series of books with my name on the spine and that finally put to paper the ideas in my head.

Little strokes fell great oaks

I'm clear that for the time being I will not have hours and hours to my name. I can however carve 30 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the evening and effectively do 2 pomodoros. High burst sets of 30 minutes pieces of work. That's 7 hours a week. That's 364 hours a year. If I spend 10 hours per page that equates to 36.4 pages of story and art. If I manage to do a page of art a week, then I'll be able to do around 50 pages a year. The size of a European album.

The numbers don't lie. It all starts with 2 pomodoros every single day. The issue however is life getting in the way. Sometimes you're extremely tired. Sometimes the boy doesn't sleep. Sometimes I have a business trip or I'm not feeling up for it. This is only natural. The difficulty is finding a way to get back into the routine. Routines are hard won and easily lost.

Deadlines

The last piece of the puzzle. I have about 8 projects that are not really linked with each other floating at different stages of development. I need to stop the braincrack from spreading and destroying my flow.

So I'll be dedicating 1 year to any of these projects. That gives them enough time to mature. Of course if I'm close to finishing any of the projects then I'll continue till I finish, but if I'm completely off, then that one gets parked and I move onto the next one.

So as a way to keep track, 2015 was mainly Moon Racket! and will extend to the end of 2016. After 2016, I will stop work on this series (unless it's exploded) and then move onto the next project.

This all begins tomorrow morning - I'll be back regularly to discuss progress.