@mr_whateley I wish I could get a physical subscription to your blog delivered on glossy paper to my front door.
I was chatting with a friend today about the catch-22, for those of us so-wired, of needing a self-imposed target in order to achieve anything, then finding the weight of that deadline too much a shackle to move forward at all.
Words have been written! A tiny number, thousands behind schedule, and badly, but we’re well underway. Might amount to a full paragraph by the end of the month.
I say that as though it’s different from any other year.
Looking properly dark and autumnal out there today; more leaves in the wind than rain.
Slightly astounded that the White House ballroom thing is apparently real and not LLM. Reality seems so vague and easily spooked these days.
Interesting little video in terms of the amount of money hobby YouTubers with millions of views actually make; and the disincentivising of positivity: https://www.youtube.com/watch?si=pFlvtXvnpGni4VCG&v=nVcrFMfnyyc&feature=youtu.be
Big Duvet nights. The best time of year.
I did point out that, in my defense, this would slow a person down.
I just had a friend explain to me that to ‘pull your finger out’, meaning to hurry yourself up, apparently has a military origin to do with canons. This… was not at all consistent with my own highly-specifically backside-oriented mental model.
Starts to read a little better with a strong highlight placed and a little bit of secondary colour replacing the surrounding primer.
Looking significantly less yellow the more yellow is attempted. Lo, such is the path of yellow.
No bits of house lying in the garden this morning, calling that a result.
Not sure if it’s the breaking sounds you do recognise that are worst, or the ones you can’t even place.
Very polite of my blue recycling bin to give a friendly tap on the window before trying to come into the kitchen.
Remember everyone—if anyone asks, this is definitely yellow. Not ‘mainly reds’. Ignore the wet palette.
Right, Orktober is almost upon us, absolutely zero excuse not to get back to this guy. And to painting in general. First step will unfortunately have to be reverse-engineering the ad hoc mess of paints I was using for ‘yellow?’, since of course I didn’t write it down.
Alien: Earth episode 5 is a better Alien film in its own right than half the franchise of actual films.
Varifocals for work, switching between screens at various close and middle distances; distance vision prescription for moving about in ’the human world’ and, crucially, watching TV; reading lenses for seeing small details in mini painting. Throw in the prescription sunglasses/Transitions lenses for summer.
Life is the continuing accumulation of ever less effective pairs of glasses.
Infinitesimal onward progress. The accidental boop of white paint on the forehead is making me think I may as well give skin mottling a try. Happy little accidents etc.