r'lyeh

damn, duders.
it snowed up here in parts of the mountains.
what?
oh, yeah. that's no joke.
woodsly goodness and mid-may wintry frost advisories seem like a pair
of mismatched socks, y'know?
one warm, tall crew one, and one threadbare ankle jauns,
uncomfortable and unsightly and indicative of a slovenly and indifferent nature.
sure,
nature wins,
but getting beaten by a lazy opponent just hurts more.
plus,
that's some straight up windy arctic bullsh!t,
and i do NOT endorse that level of tempestuous weatherly worsening.
ugh.
no way.
wind is an A*-hole,
and i've never enjoyed the bracing blasts of high-powered fluid atmosphere.
gross.
sorry to make idle chitchat about the outsides,
but it's ingrained in all of us native new englanders,
and when it especially sucks balls,
we revel in the communal discomfort and displeasure
that we're all experiencing together.
haha.
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painting, neighbors.
i am not THAT excited to have the time to do it.
i mean, i go to work,
at a spot where i'm not exactly welcome,
because a grand don't come for free,
and movie checks make up for terrible company.
that's some real talk-
but,
i don't want to just go to job,
i want to work while i'm at the place that's called that.
y'feel me?
that's why i'm trying to add sugar and water to this bitterness,
and make some sort of 'ade out of the caustic crap of cancellations.
painting something is a way better use of time than just hanging around waiting.
especially when i've had a rancid streak of reschedules and no-shows
opening up the days to the hollow echo of an empty wallet....
guys,
we got these poor people out here trying to make ME poor, too-
i can't hang out with that.
so,
my low-maintenance materials and my slowly developing knowledge of
application have been put in motion,
and sloooooooooooowly,
i think i'm figuring it out.
look:

i guess it's happening,
the sh!t just looks really 2004 to me,
and that's NOT the futuristic hottness i'd been aiming for.
it's not big,
maybe 5"x7"?
could be that's the problem.
here's what i do know-
i'm not going to stop.
i think if i was happy with what i'm up to,
i'd almost certainly be on the wrong path.
happiness is subjective, and elusive, just like art, i s'pose-
but,
i know what i want, and i know what i'd like to look at,
and while this isn't it, yet-
i'm going to continue fighting with awful brushes and worse paints
until i can bully them into doing my bidding.
for serious,
i hate making art.
but then again,
everybody i meet who cheerily, merrily verily LOVES making art?
ew.
they're usually also pretty terrible at it.
the real dudes who're out there doing work know it's just that-
y'know: WORK.
so,
i'm taking the time that there is,
and i'm getting involved in it's usage.
active participation is a key ingredient in Folk Life,
and that's the only life i've got.
rules is rules,
and so it goes.
painting isn't my favorite,
but it isn't going to win.
that's nature's job,
and she's being a real windy b!tch about it;
never quiet, never soft.....