Awake in the middle of the night and my brain keeps turning over the time I got kicked out of animation school because of a joke one of my friends made. The administrator who booted me wouldn't tell me why. She just said "you know what you did". Turned out she was pissed that Ricky had drawn a candle going out and its smoke going up and clearly spelling "SEX" as an exercise for our FX class, which was taught by an FX supervisor at Disney. She was afraid it would piss him off so she kicked out Ricky and Gabe and me.

It was near the end of the year and I did not get any of the industry placement assistance that was part of the whole deal of the school either.

That sure was some bullshit. I wonder how different the trajectory of my career would have been if not for that? I might have gotten a job at a sane, union place instead of ending up at Spumco.

Oh perhaps I am misremembering this, Genius says the second couplet is “I ain’t the worst that you seen, if you know what I mean”. Which kinda makes sense given that the chorus is basically “cmon just fucking do it”.

Also it says that a lot of people hear it as “back against the WRECKING machine”. Which is entertaining.

Me:

My brain: Can’t you see me standin’ here, I got my back against the record machiiiiine, if you know what I meeeean, if you know what I meeeeeereen; aww, might as well JUMP.

I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Van Halen Lee Roth. What *does* it mean for you to be standing before a jukebox? I did not know what that meant in 198x when you first sang this and the ensuing decades have not shed any light upon this.

I just got a Slack DM from an "agent" with a chart telling me how graphic design jobs have fallen to their lowest in the past decade. Probably due to fucking AI eating the low end. Thanks, AI agent. Way to endear yourself to me.

This fucking future.

Down in the Quarter, there is a crustpunk who has decided that a bright pink carabiner is a great choice for his septum piercing. I am intensely curious as to what lead him to this fashion choice, and deeply disinterested in spending enough time in his presence to learn the details. And would probably regret learning them.

Yay! I cleaned out the MagSafe socket on my Mac with a q-tip and a kleenex and now it is charging again. That's like $50-100 I don't need to spend on a new cable and/or power brick.

Oh no! My Mac's power brick stopped charging it!

Or did it? It turns out to work fine if I use one of the USBC cables lying around.

Is it the USBC-MagSafe cable? Or is it the filthy MagSafe socket on my Mac?

I wonder if I have another USBC-MagSafe cable around the house to test with...

my birthday's coming up soon

(nov 21)

I just had a *very* specific hit to my nostalgia gland when, at 1:40 into the second track on their latest album, Master Boot Record takes an ascending synth lead and does a Rob Hubbard dive-arpeggiation straight out of Monty On The Run.

https://masterbootrecord.bandcamp.com/album/computer-metal

I am still enjoying having two jingle bells dangling from each nipple so that it looks like I have three nipples through a thin top.

I have added a jingle bell attached to the center bar of the plastic frame that my genitals are folded around a lot of the time now. Now I faintly jingle when I shake my ass as well as my tits. This is good.

I need to go out dancing again soon.

"Echo Weaver" is a pretty good timeloop metroidvania. It and a cold basically ate my entire weekend. This morning I booted it up and did the Final Loop, with all the optional "save side characters from doom" actions.

I might revisit it in a little while and try to find all the collectibles and get the "won the game in the first loop" achievement but that'll have to wait until its developers add a second save slot....

Spent a little longer on the Howarth tribute piece, all I gotta do is finish up Konny (or Czu), I half-assed his caterpiggle body. Gotta vent this sadness first though. Probably by working on a smut commission.

Blörk's "Hunter" is playing in the cafe and I am ten thousand years old.

Monday Fantod Level:

Hello night of no sleep because sinus clogs. Yuck.

this is what the 2012 edition we played looks like, which is pretty much what every edition looks like, it's aggressively minimal and has the weird design choice that the "bonus" color pairings are NOT with the complementary color?

notes towards a redesign of Sid Sackson's Monad (1968) that's colorblind-friendly and makes it a bit easier to tell which pairs of cards qualify for the BONUS when combined, also it has goofy cartoon furries holding up fingers to tell you how much a card costs instead of big bold boring numbers

(note the saucy grin on the 36, six hands with six fingers apiece)

https://www.sciencealert.com/moths-have-repeatedly-evolved-a-bizarre-way-to-scream-at-bats-using-their-genitals

Multiple species of moths can make noise to confuse bat sonar. With their genitals.

Furry artists. We need to get on this.

triple nipple double jingle

cw: a photo of my real life titty

FB bringing some class to the Highland cow deluge now. 🐂