I was reading an article over at the Art of Hustle and it resonated with something I’ve been thinking recently: how am I unique?
So I opened a delicious granola bar this morning, took a bite and set it on the counter in the wrapper. Then proceeded to start cleaning off the counter. I think to myself: “Why is there a granola bar wrapper here? I’m a fucking idiot. I better throw that shit away with this other shit on the counter.” Then proceeded to throw away 9/10 of a granola bar I had just opened seconds before.
This is my day now.
I don’t normally post such personal shit, but maybe my struggles will help someone Googling know that they aren’t alone.
TLDR: I’ve had moderate to severe foot pain when walking or bending my outer toes for almost two years. Seems like Morton’s Neuroma but the podiatrist doesn’t see anything on the MRI.
I effing hate purses. I like the concept of a bag that has all the things you need in it at any point in time, but purses never appealed to me. I like backpacks and messenger bags (read all about that insanity when I wrote about my Pilot) and pockets, but unfortunately clothing manufacturers and fashionistas still can’t seem to grasp that there are women who would rather put all their stuff on their person than in a clutch. Especially one that looks like it came directly out of a bubblegum factory.
So for my birthday recently I received a Tom Bihn bag, a Pilot. And I love it. I was never a “bag” person; I mean, I always had one and I always had stuff in it, but was more about convenience than it was about fashion or utility. I had shit to carry, I needed something to carry it it. My bags could have been grocery bags and it didn’t matter.
Until it did.
So for my birthday recently I got a Tom Bihn bag, a Pilot. I’m going to write a longer post about it and other Tom Bihn purchases later, but the last time I ordered from them I requested a sketch of something and promised that I would draw them something back. They drew me a sweet fucking T-rex with a wizard hat, which was hard to beat, I admit. The husband has been playing a lot of Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, and watching just how much shit is in your inventory, it occurred to me that Link could only carry one brand of bag. Then the rest of the sketch was easy.
North of Springfield, Missouri (in the SW of the state) is The Albino Farm. Some say that the farm was actually a group home for albinos and other social “outcasts”, others say it was a hospital for the same, while still others say there was an albino caretaker who used to threaten trespassers with a shotgun. The version of the story that I enjoy the most was told to me by old friends. I’m no storyteller, but here goes!
I’ve been trying to network more, because I dislike doing so. Part of it is a dislike of socialization, especially pointless or random socialization, and part of it is a genuine anxiety that I’ll be judged harshly by my peers. Of course, everyone has this problem, but it seems like a worse problem for some than others, or some are just better at pushing past it.
Part of it stems from the fact that I’m not very conventional: I have blue hair, I have an usual name, I curse like a sailor, and I don’t really pull punches. I’m brutally honest nearly all the time (something I’ve had to work on since having a kid), and I often say that life is too short to beat around the bushes. That being said, I’m not going to try to hurt people’s feelings on purpose, but if someone asks me my opinion I’ll be honest, often regardless of the consequences. Freedom self-imposed, if you will.
So a couple of weeks ago, I was surprised with a gift of a Microsoft Surface Pro 4. I had been drooling about them for awhile, and have recently decided to ramp up my freelancing business so my husband decided one would make a fantastic fourth anniversary present. It was a sweet gesture, and it’s a fan-fucking-tastic machine.
I’m not sure what I like better, the ability to touch and get things done – whether that is just opening a link on a page or selecting objects in Illustrator – or the ability to draw on the fucking screen. I miss my old Wacom tablets terribly, and this is fucking great.
I’ve drooled over a Cintiq, which is probably what you get when your digital artistry REALLY gets going, but yeah, so far I’m loving this thing. (I wrote this post on it as well, I actually really love the keyboard, it’s like my wireless one for my computer, so non-clacky and short-statured.) For now, this will be great for me.
Plus, I can code on this thing too. Sure, it’s a bit of a shock to have only one screen (what the hell did I do before I had multiple monitors?!) but it’s also a great focuser; if I can’t click into Pocket, I can’t get distracted by 14 different articles about the 2017 front-end industry or yet another review of the Tom Bihn Pilot bag.
Jessica Rabbit via my Instagram because I’m too lazy to upload it here.