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Computer VS Phone
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Now, with my new phone package kicked in, tethering my computer to the phone.
It's slow, but better than nothing, and my computer, it's not so quick anyways. Not so speedy.
And I've noticed, when I'm on the computer I'm up to a lot more intelligent pursuits than when I'm on the phone.
There's no endless scrolling or Facebooking, the computer's too slow, I have to go on it with reasonably intelligent questions looking for answers, research, it doesn't facilitate the click-scroll-click-bait behaviors, on the phone, 20 minutes on Facebook and I'm getting ads for Adult ADD behavior, on the computer I'm not going on Facebook.
So, slight improvements, one by one...
The Sonoran Desert toad, or Cane Toad
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Of course it's more Facebook AI generated nonsense, but I tell you, if I was heading off to lick some toads and get high this would definitely be my #1 candidate:
Painting for Imbeciles...
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So, finally, confronting my anxiety and resolving to use up my art supplies.
Most of which, at the time of this writing, have pleasantly decayed into uselessness, repeated freeze-thawing of the watercolors, acrylics and oils has left very little that remains useful.
Whew.
Before beginning I consult with some of the innumerable YouTube videos on the particular topic I've chosen.
"Painting for Imbeciles". Results may vary.
I comb through them, there are many, many, many and I watch quite a few before settling on a couple I like.
This should be a cinch.
Of course, it isn't, and while the artist/narrator surely knows his stuff it's not coming through the screen to me.
They tell me that color and shape and tonality are important.
Like bloody hell they are.
I paint along. If he's painting a ballerina I end up with Bigfoot. If he's painting a still life I end up with a bullet-ridden corpse.
Maybe they were right?
Are these my eyes? What in the hell am I doing wrong? If I stand 10 feet back from the canvas, glasses off, it only vaguely resembles what I'm working towards.
Step any closer and it falls apart.
Rub it out, try again.
And again.
And again.
I'm realizing why I so long postponed this, what I can't figure out is how I have so many art supplies...
A credit at the 2nd hand bookstore
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(restless night, up, down, many dreams of which I only remembered the last)
That I was in the bookstore - warm, ambient light, exchanging a big bag of books, in which there's a 2 volume set of ...
The clerk (no clerk of the bookstore that I'm aware of) a large, good-natured woman gives me my total - some $670 - and I'm taken aback by the amount of the credit, and she offers to pay me cash and I say "no, no, I'll take the credit..." because I read, I'll read that this winter, and then I reconsider, the cash would be handy, I have bills, only now she's come to my desk (across the bookstore) and she's apologizing, that two volume set is actually a couple of guns in holsters, and she's not able to take them, setting them on my desk - and I'm surprised, sure enough, 2 guns in their holsters and so I take them out, quickly tuck them in a drawer, they're unregistered, I have no permits...
...and as she's standing there apologizing a bunch of police force their way into my area, they're looking over my desk, and I understand that she must have called the police when she realized her error, she's looking a little like she's betrayed me; the police, all in black leotards with white masks that resemble fencing masks, they look like the AI renderings of police in the style of Gorey I just did, and they're there, looking at my desk, and I know I'm in trouble and wondering how this happened...
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