doodles (1/2)

Not bus doodles. I haven't been riding the bus.

This is favorite things from the past few months, split from two different sketchbooks - some are in the normal letter-sizedish one, some in a half-size. I'm going to split it up in two posts; this one is the ones in the little book.

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PS. I don't want to discuss the election until it's over, okay? I've had enough political discussion and worry. I don't want to second-guess the results, I voted this morning and I don't wanna worry about it until tomorrow.

doodles (2/2)

See the previous entry for the explanation. Stuff from the last month 'cause I'm not on busses any more. This is mostly from the larger sketchbook. Includes a masturbation drawing.

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this is not my beautiful country

Four more years of ( shit. )

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So what'm I going to do about it? I don't have the faintest fucking idea. Not a single. goddamn. idea.

Right now I don't want to talk about fucking politics for at least a week. I'm burnt out on it, and depressed by this election's results. Fuck everyone who chose four more years of stupidity.

spur of the moment

Old art tossed into the public domain. I'd done this around when Bush declared war on anyone else having power over the Middle East oil reserves Iraq. No matter how you look at it, an America led by Bush just doesn't work right: upside-down, inverted from what it should be.

( Bush afterimage flag graphic )

Illustrator source
PDF

I declare this public domain. Use it any way you like - as-is, source material, concept reinterpretation. I should smack it onto a t-shirt for myself, at the least.

And now I'm going to go get some donuts and drown my worries in a haze of sugar.

*sigh*

I went out in search of donuts.

I ended up having fries at McDonald's, then getting some utterly horrible tiny donuts and vile sugar cookies (lemon-flavored even though they claimed to be plain sugar cookies) at one of the megamarkets or another. It was raining. Not enough to be worth cavorting in, just enough to be grumpy and grey.

Then I came home and sat in bed, eating my hideous sugar sources and re-reading "Declare". I like Tim Powers but it's still not one of his better books; it really feels like a shuffling-together of a spy novel and the mythical backstory of his earlier "The Stress Of Her Regard". Especially the way he handles the djinni of "Declare" so similarly to the lamiae of "Stress". If you're curious about his work (which is mostly good) I'd recommend "Stress" or "Last Call" or the delightfully insane "Anubis Gates", not "Declare".

I stopped partway through. I might finish it tonight. I'd thrown a few books in my bag while packing to leave Glendale, and this is one; the vast majority of my books are in boxes in the garage.

Then Sammi and Stacey came home from Costco with, you know, food and stuff. And a present for Ashy me: meat socks!

I feel less bleak and shitty than I did this morning. Maybe tomorrow I'll actually do something useful.

I still want real donuts.

( Meat Socks? )