Season's Greetings!
Well, if you didn't get a Christmas card in the mail from me, then consider this your holiday greeting. As a bonus, you actually get to choose the lesser of two evils here. That's right two cards! Man, does it get any better than that?!?
That's right: No it doesn't.
Option One:
Option Two:
So just choose, download and print!
Holiday greetings everyone!
Oh and if you did get a card from us in the mail, call me right away: We didn't send any.
Let It Fucking Snow
I just got in from shoveling the driveway. Took me an hour to fix the kick-ass job Mr-Bare-Minimum did before I got home this evening. He left just enough room for the car to fit. Nice passive-aggressive job there, pal.
Yeah, I'm kind of pissy. It started snowing about noon and work let everyone go about 1:30. From there, my normal 40 minute commute took me three and half hours. At one point, it took me an hour to move 1.3 miles (I measured). I came through Canton Center and that was my fucking mistake.
I didn't break 10 mph for at least 12 miles, most of it was so slow my speedometer didn't move from zero. At every side street, people trying to merge in. The best is where they try to turn on red, into a traffic flow that isn't moving. So they're sticking out, blocking traffic. Every light I came to went through no less than six green-yellow-red cycles, mostly because of these jackasses.
Hey, Fucktard! YOU'RE part of the problem!
Three and a half hours in traffic that isn't moving. I mean it's just about mind-numbingly boring. At one point, the SUV in front of me opened up and two girls jumped out and walked for about 20 minutes before it caught up to them and they piled back in. I wish I could have done that. About the only highlight was the fact I was in the new Highlander. It's got 4-wheel drive and when we got to this big hill in Sharon, I had no problem getting up and around the other cars that were spun-out around me (seriously, it was like a slalom course).
So there's over a foot of snow. I got the driveway wide and clear, which will be nice in the morning. Especially, since it's stopped snowing, I shouldn't have too much trouble in the AM. I'm praying they don't cancel school. Get up and trek your asses out there...
I still haven't slept. I'm still behind on work, but I'm catching up. My arms are tired, but I feel awake after being out there. Everything is up and down and I wish to Christ it wasn't almost Christmas.
Yeah, I'm still pissy.
Mildly Disturbing
I'm not sure which is causing me more trouble: (a) the fact I've put in about 6 hours on this; (b) that it looks like a hot girl with big boobs; (c) that I wanted it to look like a hot girl with big boobs; or (d) the feet are all fucked up in ways that leave me feeling bad about this poor giant-brain-headed thing.
I'm actually too tired to really investigate it. Not to mention I'm a little worried what the answer might actually be.
Fugue
It's my own damn fault, but I've been up to my freaking eyeballs in work lately. I just spent two consecutive nights racing through dump trucks of artwork just to keep up. This is the first time I've been done before 11 PM and I'm fucking tired as all hell (although I did get to go back to bed this morning). Too damn much work.
The worst part is I can't claim a stupendous feat for pulling 12-hour stints working on shitty artwork. Nope, I already burned this time a couple of weeks ago doing a fat load of nothing. I'm so messed up lately with managing my time. And I have this weird sense of deja vu all the freaking time. It's probably because I haven't slept and I'm in imminent danger of a total neuro-synaptic meltdown. Everything has this slightly off feel to it. I'm not living my life anymore, this is somebody else, only... I can't remember who I used to be.
On top of that I (or this person I now inhabit) has had this desire to start messing with Painter. So ending "early" today, I plugged in the tablet and promptly drew lots of little circles and dark lines. Desire does not equate idea, apparently.
I did eventually, out of sheer accident, get this out:
I'm still trying to figure out if that's a sort of walrus-man face, or piece of female anatomy.
Yeah I know; it's neither, because it's garbage.
Zombie Apocalypse: Not Good Odds
44%
Looks like I'm not cut out for the coming zombie apocalypse. The odds are totally against me at this point. It's those damned Loved Ones questions.
Better find yourself another hero...
