#purple sharpie

[commander-ralyle]

Christmas Ornament 2

And here's the one for Grandma on Dad's side. :)

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Renoir color scheme. Tutorial found here: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UC9MlE0QW9dItLLn2GHAK9QQ

[iwillalwaysdomybest]

Dove walks up to Dr. Hopper, takes his hand in his own, and writes "You are awesome!" in purple sharpie.

Archie looked down at his hand, before looking back up at the towering man. “What?” was really all he could think to ask. Dove, walking up to him, and with the most serious face, writing a message for him in the most florescent purple sharpie he’d ever seen. This was … crazy. “I, uh … what?” Yes, what really was the only question that fully conveyed his utter confusion and shock.

[coolcatzbro-blog]

s0 sp00ky~~~

[greenpointchinaman]

Spiel Appeal & Other Elusive Qualities

“And what is it you do?” they ask.

I did not co-found a Y Combinator-seeded concern, for one thing. I am not the lead engineer at a start-up. I am not like you. But for the next ninety minutes I will be standing here next to you, nodding with a beer in my hand, remembering your names.

The Meetup organizer buys us another round of beer and nachos. “Dig in, guys!” she says. I don’t use her software, but I thank her for the beer.

I watch as lines of segregation quickly form and shift through the group. The first one to be drawn is Bay Area vs. Non-Bay Area. The second is Hot Young Thing (product) vs. Cold Old Thing. The third is Hot Young Thing (physicalities) vs. Cold Old Thing. And the last is Asians vs. white people.

The Chinaman is feeling a little cold and old…

I reach for a tortilla chip and find myself in the company of two Hot Young Things hoarding the salsa: to my left is an ex-Facebookie turned entrepreneur (“I needed more breathing room,” he explains), and to my right is a product evangelist who slipped in as a +1.

Alas, by reaching over for a single tortilla chip I have now established the dreaded Asian Table. Hate it when I do that...

The Hot Young Evangelist asks me how I like Brooklyn.

“It’s nice,” I say. “I mean, I’m not sure I can say I’m a New Yorker yet, but it feels like home to me.”

“I’ve always loved New York,” she adds. I think she is lying.

She turns to the Hot Young Co-Founder.

“I heard about your product somewhere but I can’t remember where,” she gushes.

I reach for another chip as the co-founder goes into his spiel. Eventually it comes back around to me.

“And what do you do in New York?”

“Hey, either of you need a beer? I’m gonna grab another.”

After a few more minutes we catch each other eying the other tables — time for another dosey doe to reintegrate ourselves. Before departing, the evangelist whips out a purple Sharpie from her handbag to write her gmail address on a glossy business card. She then holds the card up to her mouth and blows on the ink.

“I have to do this so it won’t smudge,” she says. “E-mail me if you have any stuff I can like test out, okay?”

I assure her I will. But the truth is, right now I got nothing she can use.