My taxes are done and I will likely finish the new episode of Victorian Cut-out Theatre this weekend. My father will be on his way for a visit tomorrow afternoon and right now, I’m so relaxed that I almost don’t care that I was recently the victim of credit card fraud…almost.
As I’ve mentioned at the end of this week’s episode of Walker’s Talkers, I now have a Patreon page/campaign. Which means that if you like my work and want to help me support it, you can now give a monthly pledge. I’m already offering some neat rewards and will be offering more in the future (wink). So if you like what I do, and want to see it get better, please consider donating to my campaign, which you can visit by clicking HERE.
If I ever become a millionaire, I won’t spend money on an expensive foreign car, nor a large and empty house. I will however, spend an inordinate mount of money on cheese. I have a fondness for weird and expensive cheeses. I’m telling you this because I had to punish my cat yesterday for hopping on the counter and getting into a wedge of applewood smoked cheddar. This was clearly cause for anger, because cats should never be allowed to traverse “eating surfaces”, let alone steal food that isn’t theirs.
I am awake typing this at 3:35 AM.
As a Western Coloradan, I’m used to our winters lasting until April, leaving us stubbornly like a drunk being ejected from a party. In Colorado we don’t have spring, we have “mud season” and to continue the metaphor even further, it really is like the aforementioned drunk leaving your house in disarray. I think we're at the stage in winter where everyone is in the throws of depression. Almost everyone I meet, from my manual labor coworkers to my artist friends is hollow-eyed and worn down.
I apologize for the paltry update this week and no update at all last week, but if you really want to catch up, you can take a gander at last week's video blog. Speaking of video blogs, you can expect a new one from me every Monday.
I recently had a wonderful discussion with my friend and former CBP cohort, Steve Giuliano, about the nature of art and "getting yourself out there". This discussion came on the heels of a larger chat about careers while we were both standing in the snow, as a crane picked up oil tanks. The circular nature of life is funny, because I could swear we were having the same discussion eight years ago when we were both sweeping up sandwich leavings on the closing shift at Salvador Deli*.
2014 is off to a good start. I'll have some neat things to announce soon, but have to wait for everything to clear. In other news…
I'm holding off on developing the video for PROJECT: SELFIE so that a few stragglers can submit. I had someone approach me at my brother-in-law's art show this past Friday and tell me that she and all of her fiends want to participate, so hopefully I'll receive pictures soon.
This week has me out of sorts, two days off, a day on, four days off, half day, one day off, one day on. I feel a little like my schedule is an elaborate code. I also feel like I'm not supposed to get this much time off, and that feeling makes me nervous. However, since nervousness is my natural state, perhaps this means I'm starting 2014 off right.