When I Grow Up

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…so I slapped the fork away and told him, I’m not a fuckin’ baby. Don’t try to feed me. Then the date was over.

Did I ever tell you about the time I was out with someone and said, “I’m so hungry, I could rip my guts out and eat it”? I don’t know if we ever went out again. I can’t remember his face.

When I grow up, I’m gonna open a carbon dioxide bar.
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Does anybody care if you have COVID anymore?

Bro! I’m getting really good with Canva’s Affinity and all the personas. My future self was like, “We designers now, bitch?!”

I don’t have any plot armour at work, this could be my backup gig.

I’m developing an eye for colour and composition, a feel for when something isn’t right, although most of the time I don’t know what it is exactly or how to fix it nor do I have the language to search for an answer.

AI is a huge help. I tell it what I’m trying to do or what feels wrong, and it goes crawling, then comes back with baby steps. I learn the lingo and keyboard shortcuts along the way.

Book and poster game? Upgraded. But I still be on some, What the fuck?! Why this shit ain’t working? Then I realize I’m on the wrong layer.

Blame it on the rain, the alcohol and the software.

I’m restarting my drawing practice for maybe the fourth time, and I’m going to take the opportunity to illustrate my next book. “Learning to draw” feels huge.

Ultimately, I know why I want the skill, but wanting it isn’t enough to get me to practise. Focusing on my next book will help. We’ll see.