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Noticed I aint been doing dickity lately? Me too. why is that?
I am itchy.
That's prolly not the reason, but I felt like sharing.
Gha, politics, housekeeping, daily grind, I am totally not in the mood to do anything except punish my neighbors with my bass guitar (finally making some headway there) and search for runes in Diablo 2.
The pen to my Wacom pad rolled under a table or something, and I can't even bring myself to roll furniture out of the way to look for it.
Every once and again I'll get the urge to put a pic together, but I'd much rather just post pix to 4chan and start horrible troll memes. I wonder how Devart's Ursalav feels about her creepy tooth-ed pear popping up everywhere with the 'LOLWUT' caption... that wasn't me that stole/modded that pic, personally that shit makes me rageful, but everytime I see that pic I wonder what the artist must be thinking seeing that shit everwhere. It's like, what must that seriouscat's owner have to put up with, seeing that cat's glum mug everyday...
Maybe it's that there isn't a convinient way for me to produce full poster sized glossy prints for people at anything approaching a reasonable price... it's like, if I want something I can really market, it'd have to be out of traditional media, and where's the fun in that shit? Stupid effort, why ya always gotta fuck with me???
There is one piece of art I've created and haven't shared with you... I've got a little LED projector that shines a fairly bright, ever changing rainbow of colors at the wall, and in front of that is a mobile I've made from bailing wire and Swarovsky crystal prisms... so there's this sea of multi-colored ever changing swirling light dancing all over my room. Often times, after a long day at work, I'll pour myself a glass of Wild Turkey Rare Breed on the rocks, and just stare into the sea of light until my drink freezes to my hand. Honestly, it's so compelling that I forget to drink or smoke or any of the activities that would justify staring at a undulating nexus of madening refraction. But at 3am, who's awake to tell you how to behave?
Buncha guys want me to drive across town to go drinking with em... the more I think about my comfy leather chair... and my light... the more I envy the lifestyle of the 20th century american moth - a comfy chair with a good view of the lamp, and fuck everything else.
blah.
ZOmFG HUMANS! lolz 
Eager
