hello everyone i appear to have just purchased a globe from 1951
I have no excuse for this but do you really think I would find a globe in the goodwill store and just leave it there
apparently in April I did a whole lot of silly unfinished drawings and then totally forgot about them, including this thing of Citrouille without its clothes on
Another thing I would do when I used to play the Sims 2 on this computer is I would get into these phases where I pretty much just used it for genetic experimentation, trying to breed families into specific conditions or start them off really skewed and see if I could get them back to a reasonable equilibrium.
Sometimes when I’m scanning things at work I put Pandora on.
Sometimes Pandora has the lyrics down pretty accurately, and sometimes they do not.
Sometimes I can’t actually tell.
I dreamed the library I work at built an AI that lived in the network and was designed to analyze all the information we collected about when people came in and what materials were being used and give us suggestions for the future, but then it turned self-aware and started sending me really pushy emails. Eventually it threatened to blow up the library if I didn’t do what it said. “And don’t you mention this to anyone. I’ll know. I have access to the security cameras.”
also a cartoony Seamus
cartoony Verns
an accurate depiction of what my face looks like most of the time
When I used to play the first Sims game a long time ago, I remember having one character who had an inexplicable glitch attached to him that caused him to spontaneously combust when the time counter reached a certain point. I kept going back and changing what he did so he’d be outside the house or sleeping or something, trying to keep it from happening, but no matter what he did when it reached a certain time on a certain day he would start waving his arms and yelling, and then he would sit down on the floor and turn into an urn and a box would pop up saying “Boberto has burned to death.” If he was asleep he would wake up for no reason and then die next to the bed.
I tried over and over to keep him alive. Looking back it was kind of weirdly poignant; I remember thinking why him, his family can’t survive without him, if somebody has to spontaneously combust it should be a character who nobody’s depending on. Only at the time I was like eleven so I was mostly irritated about it. He would die and I’d just quit immediately because I was fed up with having to watch his wife come in and find him dead.
I think it was a pig but if I had a barbecue restaurant I’d definitely make the devil my mascot.
the best thing about having a job is getting money in exchange for doing things, and the worst thing about having a job is suddenly becoming aware of all the stuff you need to buy with that money but had previously shoved under the murky surface of your mind because you had no money for it anyway.
weirder and weirder
everything I draw just turns into increasingly weird self-portraits
what even is this
It’s snowing and I don’t have to go into work until ten so have some Exercises in Narcissism. Warning: I do not actually look this majestic, though I do often hover in a blue void.
I mostly try not to draw myself with weirdly enormous feet and hands but I just really like how it looks, I don’t know why. In reality I have tiny hands and feet like a baby, it makes it really hard to buy gloves.
