I love these sketches – Pete Scully is the artist.
Originally posted on petescully:
Another period of little sketching, but these are actually from a couple of weeks ago, though I never coloured them. The scene above, looking at Asmundsen Hall at UC Davis, now has a lot more bright pink blossom near it, which wasn’t there when I sketched it. It’s been warm and sunny lately, which is nice. Except we need rain because California is running out of water. A year’s worth left, say NASA. Ah. Yes, let’s have some big wet storms please. Below, Kerr Hall. I really wanted to colour this, but never did.
This made me LMAO, as they say
Originally posted on Writing Stories Rocks:
There’s no such thing as a free lunch. My coworker disagrees because he takes my labelled food out of the fridge everyday and eats it. He’s like Yogi Bear stealing picnic baskets from unsuspecting campers at Yellowstone National Park. I could buy a lunchbox-cage with a secure lock. I could bring some extra food and hope he doesn’t steal all of it.
Instead I sprinkle Spicalax powder in my sandwich. Spicalax is a spicy laxative that will burn your insides while you spend hours on the toilet. Smouldering solid feces rushing out of your anus, a tongue that cannot be cooled even if you shove a handful of ice into your mouth, ahh just thinking about my enemy’s fate delights me.
Such a thoughtful, painful place to be. I particularly connected with … ” I remember a therapist or friend’s metaphor to think about my situation as though I had been run over and my body were crushed; whether it was intentional or not is a moot point. What am I going to do now is the only question, the only thing that matters from here on.”
Originally posted on Abstractly Distracted:
The search for work continues. I’m thinking of a coffee kiosk business, or something that suits me that I can make a living at and be successful maintaining.
Freelance writing sounds good, but it’s difficult to beat out all the other freelancers or in-house writers vying for few jobs. It seems more writers are making their money through motivation rather than writing jobs. The ‘I did it and so can you, and here’s how: just sign up for my step-by-step plan for the special price of’, is saturating the market. Why wasn’t I savvy enough to get there first? Ever. At anything?
I tried direct sales, and pyramid schemes, and I’m tired of making money for someone else higher up on the chain. Those dedicated few with six-figure or better incomes are far and few for a reason, all you sad hopeful underlings!
There are now ‘parties’ for everything – nail…
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I hope you won’t be looking for some philosophical discussion or enlightenment here. I do know there is a rhythm to life, a cycle that repeats itself in humanity as well as in nature, as is visible in our lives on many levels. But, that’s all you’re going to get here.