.@chloemcgill nailing what I oughta B doing but have avoided since the time I tried with the essay 4 which I just generated 27 pieces of art & that I'm rewriting to compete with my current fav:
https://moondeer.blog/2021/09/14/on-the-rise.htmlGlad to see the Micro.blog participation. Y'all don't be shy about just leaving the 👀 … I can only think of one person that may have bothered with it … and I'm not sure the flagship essay was the one that he read.
Let's do a head count.
If you're reading this on Micro.blog or Mastodon (I'll put this in a poll for the Twitter peeps), toss me a 👀.
If you've also read On the American Upside Down, toss in a 📖.
Y'all have no idea how futile it feels, dropping the link for some next level content into a social media post.
Wicked sociopolitical analysis ☑︎
Original artwork ☑︎
Uniquely written ☑︎The value of my offering against the percent willing to receive it … kinda fucked.
Bee tee dubs … if you're reading this … and you've not read that which lives at the other end of the link below … you've been watching with the sound on mute … and me with so much to say.
https://moondeer.blog/2021/09/07/on-the-american.htmlGuess we're freezing at 8K. The unseen hand says promotions gotta stop. F$&k it. I make it for myself. May as well keep it to myself.
Question @elonmusk, shall we be infusing Twitter's platform with ISIS recruiters as well or shall "freedom of speech" be a perk exclusive to modern white nationalism?
*Correction* Dividith and ye (of great wealth) shall conquer. Motivation for buying and privatizing a platform. @elonmusk pedals freedom-of-speech peanuts not passionately, but selfishly, to ensure the devolutionary elephant sitting in every GD room remains well fed.
Congrats to whichever writer(s) are responsible for the ridiculousness that is Kate in this final season of #ThisIsUs. I'm sure Chumbawamba and the Backstreet Boys perfectly encapsulate your 90's experience. I'd be skipping Kate episodes entirely were it not for Jenn's evil eye.
Tiny tweak and moving on.
All ye that doth bag the feculence of thine own canine companion only to forswear thy creation where it didst enter this orb, man the f$&k up and carry thy sh$t.
When you're rewriting your essay in your head on the way to a golf lesson.
Warp & Weft illustration before and after (may or may not touch it up a bit):

When you create an iOS shortcut just for fetching the list of sh$t you tweeted precisely a year ago.
Gettin' there
Guess I oughta postify my canned messages (these are Twitter facing if you're reading this elsewhere) and give the post some fancy cardification art.
When you find yourself worried about that little spider perched in the corner pervishly watching you shower, hoping that come Friday, he/she makes his/herself scarce so as not to be struck down in cold blood by the otherwise super nice cleaning ladies when they visit.
If, while reading (or looking … come to think of it) at something I've created, you find the core of the thing dense … perhaps difficult to understand … don't be intimidated.
This is normal.
It was created for me with baked in expectation that I avail myself for guided tour.
When halfway through the workout, UR asked what UV been working on & U end up trying 2 reduce a volume's worth of non-indigenous sociopolitical theory N2 a digestible bite that must begin w/ an introductory overview of the Q Shaman (complete with his present mortal status).
Thing I found the cheat code for filling in the finished portions of the tapestry with the pastels brushset I've been using. Oughta finish the illustration today and get to rewriting (so long as the workout fifteen minutes from now doesn't wipe me
(( _ _ ))..zzzZZ ).
First time a recruiter reached out for a position that wasn't targeting my computer science degree. Perhaps the profile update for the LinkedIn account I've touched twice in f$&k-if-I-know years is starting to take.
With all due respect mister @JoeNBC, you oughta f$&kin' read this:
https://moondeer.blog/2021/09/07/on-the-american.htmlThe artified warp & weft illustration is coming along … but oh my god … so … many … threads.
When you tell your oven to get its sh$t together and roll the dice on preparing some chicken nuggets for Murphy.
When your oven freaks the f$&k out, lights your mac 'n' cheese on fire, and then tries to nonchalantly tell you to "call service" 'cause the temperature exceeded its f$&king limit.
