Hey friends! So remember FCKH8, the PETA of the LGBTQIA+ movement? Well they stole my work for their facebook and didn’t bother to put in the ten seconds of effort it takes to find the source, and then told me to my face they didn’t think it worth it to credit me for my own art. But are we even surprised at this point?
If you have a moment why don’t you go let them know what you feel about art theft? And remember NOT to support this group. They’re most recently selling Ferguson shirts and it’s tempting to buy those but FCKH8 will make money from it so instead donate directly to the town.
I had a five book deal. I wrote all five books. I tried hard, hard as I could, to be as awesome as I could, but things wound up dwindling and my publisher didn’t want more. I’m not stupid, I watched the # of reviews and amazon rankings go down each book, the fade in interest was clear and I don’t blame them for making the decision that they did.
What I’m finding hard now is that…for my entire life, I have always wanted to be a writer. Towards that end, I have written, and written, and written, and those books were the best ones I could produce at that time. But the reading public decided that they weren’t enough.
I’ve written some other stuff since then to try to find my sea-legs again, and I’m working on one meaningful project in particular now with all my fervent devotion, but it’s hard. It was one thing to write ten books before one got an agent and sold, I was ‘learning’ then and knew someday my ship would come in. Now that it’s come in and then sailed back off, I’m a little lost.
What’s to stop my next project from suffering the same fate as my prior ones? I’m the same person writing them — a little better a writer, yes, but the heart pouring out words is still the same one I’ve always had. What if what I have to say isn’t big enough or special enough to make the difference I want to make in the world? This new project gives me shivers. Which I used to take as a good sign…but since the ones that sold and then dwindled gave me shivers, too, I just don’t know if I can trust myself anymore.
This may be a bit more than you’re willing to take on for your tumblr, and if so, I understand. I feel better for having at least told it to someone though, so thank you for lending an ear.
To illustrate my own lack of discipline, a story: you emailed me this question at least a week ago. I knew I had to answer it, because it was a rough and sad and incomplete and inspiring and angering story and those are the best kinds to write about, at least in a microblogging space. But I knew it would take me at least an hour to answer, and an uninterrupted one at that; one where I had time and silence enough to assemble the best answer based on my experience, your reality, and my hope for you. I have not started writing that answer until right now. Out of at least seven days, I didn’t find one single hour to write. Not one.
This is bullshit of me. And I bring it up to illustrate how, when you tell me you wrote five books (and plenty more before those), my brain glazes over and my hands go numb because I haven’t even come CLOSE to the discipline and dedication and just straight-up time budgeting it takes to write that much. And I feel the need to say this because my advice to you comes from a foremost place of admiration.
IT IS THE FIRST OF OCTOBER
IT IS TIME
TIME FOR SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS
"well, it seems we are at an impasse."
"so we are. carry on, cat"
"same to you, bird."
"NEITHER OF US CAN EAT THE OTHER SO LET US SAY GOOD DAY"
This perfectly summarizes why I love the Simpsons and hate Family Guy.
I watched that episode with my family and I could just feel how uncomfortable everyone was. Honestly, it was a really jarring, unpleasant episode.
Homer is a terrible dad. So is Peter. But Homer’s saving grace has always been that he tries—he’s bad at it and he fucks it up a lot, but he loves his family and he wants to be better than he is.
One of my favorite Homer moments is in “Diatribe of a Mad Housewife.” Tl;dr Marge writes a steamy romance novel starring herself and Ned, and when Homer finds out, he chases down Ned and, rather than attack him, asks him to teach him how to be a better husband.
There’s some part of his stupid self that wants to do better.
I never got that impression with Peter. Instead, the family has gotten more and more abusive towards Meg. It’s really unsettling for me when I started realizing that’s what happens sometimes in abusive families. Abusers sometimes single out one child to abuse, and quite often the other family members take the abuser’s side. After all, it’s easier to side with an abuser than to run the risk of becoming the target yourself.
There’s never really a point where it seems like Peter cares at all that his shitty behavior impacts his family. It actually seems to have gotten worse over the years. He expects everyone to clean up his messes because that’s always what happens; there’s really no reason for him not to be shitty.
And it’s easy to see how Meg is affected. She doesn’t have much of a character, really, because so much her screen time is devoted to being abused. The bits of character development all seem to hinge on her being this sad, neglected person who’s trying her best but never really gets any help from anyone. Quite the opposite; there have been a lot of episodes where her family sabotages any attempts to be herself.
It can be easy to forget how awful this behavior is when the only context is the show itself (frankly, everyone on Family Guy is kind of terrible). Seeing it played against the Simpsons, who are a flawed and dysfunctional but ultimately loving family, was painful to watch.
At least you have internet?
True, though I’m using my phone as a hotspot. The problem is my router, AND THIS INTERNET PLAN PROMISED ME A NEW ONE LIKE A YEAR AGO. I’ve had to ring them up and remind them several times, and it’s always coming “in a few days.”
It’s never coming. I probably just need to buy one.
Life in the islands. The shipping will probably cost as much as the product. Get that pizza and shotgun it.
“Get that pizza and shotgun it”: advice for life, at all times.
D’accord. Sending u this here hug, too:
Omg YES thank u for the rec!
I read The Drunken Boat in high school, I had a tattered copy with French on one page and English on the other, and as I was taking HONORS FRENCH I tried to read it entirely in French. I remember thinking that some lines were better expressed in French…. I shall have to get that in French, and also try reading A Season in Hell like that and, pick out those lines and share.
Ok, this is an OLD, old piece I did for Wired about 3 years ago or so. I’m not sure why I wanted to share it but I so rarely get to post something that shows the process from A to Zed, so here we go. The article was about celebrity endorsements becoming a trend and how the endorsement had evolved into being a full on position of influence and direction. One of the main examples in the article, other than Dre and Beiber, was Lady Gaga’s partnering with Polaroid. Clearly, this was some time ago.
The first image is the completed piece in it’s finalized state. The second image is the sketchwork I sent to the Art Director with three ideas. We ultimately went with the half/half figure of a CEO type character and a celebrity being smashed together. We decided Gaga would be a great visual for the final piece. The third image is the original illustration, and I had misinterpreted the AD’s words and thought having half the figure be a stereotypical CEO (white, middle-aged, male) with Gaga was the intended concept. It wasn’t, and it didn’t read. So the AD asked me to revise the image and have the full figure be Gaga - half of her attired in CEO garb, the other half in typical zany Gaga stagewear. The final image is the image as seen with the article in the magazine. I was so happy to be a part of Wired again.
Sorry this is so old, just felt like bringing it out of the attic.
Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891)
One of the most famous french poet. He wrote the biggest part of his work between 16 and 20 years old and then gave up because he understood he would never be able to write a poetry as perfect as he wanted. He also is famous for his troubled affair with another famous french poet called Paul Verlaine. He stopped completely poetry before his 21 birthday and spent the rest of his life travelling in Europe, Asia and Africa.
He was a genius. His poetry is magnificent. Do yourself a favour and go read his work.
DOGS AND CATS CANNOT BE VEGETARIANS!! OCCASIONAL pieces of vegetable are ok, but not all the time
BUT NOT FOR CATS. CATS ARE STRICTLY CARNIVORES. THEIR DIGESTIVE SYSTEM CANNOT HANDLE PLANT MATTER.
This is why, if you catch your cat eating grass, it is EATING GRASS BECAUSE IT FEELS ILL AND WANTS TO MAKE ITSELF THROW UP TO POSSIBLY GET THE BAD THINGS OUT OF ITS TUMMY. It is NOT eating grass because “omnivore”!! Cats are CARNIVORES.
Nike with Slit Skirt by Chris Cosnowski
Chris Cosnowski is known for his impeccable, photorealist paintings of trophies, mass-produced plastic toys and figurines. The painstaking process he employs embues his work with an undercurrent of irony and humor, elevating the objects’ vernacular to create icons that enkindle the viewer’s intellect as much as their nostalgia.
If y’all use a decent box mix and use melted butter instead of vegetable oil, an extra egg, and milk instead of water, no one can tell the difference. I sure as hell can’t.
Also, if you add a little almond extract to vanilla cake, or a little coffee to chocolate cake, it sends it through the roof.
This concludes me attempting to be helpful.
I wish you had reblogged this 3 hours ago when I was out of vegetable oil for my brownies. :P
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
This post was good but then it got better