I've got some chocolate milk with a splash of coffee in it. (while "I like my coffee black, just like my metal", chocolate milk keeps it darker longer. not -all- black.)
I've had a smoke. Find it helps keep the animals away. Where I was last, before here, I didn't really need my sense of smell like that. Kind of lost it, still there. Could practice. Could learn. but that would mean really getting in and -smelling- things. discerning between various shades of potato, what does this kind of animal smell like when it's flesh is roasted? Hahahaha. Silly voices. This haunted house!
Tonight, we're going to be working on this picture and this picture. smashing them together as we do sometimes; Adding our little bit.
This is kind of tough, we've never done something like this so intentionally. There's the temptation to fall into the feeling of worry, but that is not really what it is. I am excited. Could be caffeine in the coffee.
whatever. just going to ruin some pictures and rationalize it by saying what I do is Art.
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Immediately we're hit with an issue interfacing with this version of MS Paint. we love ms paint. it is so easy to use. The notion was to go ahead and resize thing so when we work on the tablet's "Paint98" mspaint sim, that work would be done. It doesn't work like that.
also, popped in to say we're listening to Repugnant right now. I was hoping we could settle on something else but there's not the energy to find what I want and I don't want to have to make it so this is good enough.
suno could help. That's not me though. Suno does great work, but we don't even know how to ask for that thing we're thinking!
=== actually been taking pictures this time. and remembering to post them. ha ha ha ha ha.
I'm disappointed at how slow we work but prefer how it turns out. We've self-diagnosed that it might be sunken cost fallacy, like what a mother feels for a child. not that we'll ever know. Not like that. not like that.
Remember that Bluey miscarriage episode? Oh. I mean the Mother's Day episode. Beautiful.
we're addicted to that lowkey realshit. not the gushing ultragore. Brutal meataphore. that shit so real only real gonna see it. blown out. Committed, to this madness. cruel mundane, conformity's pain.
have some writing projects we'd like to work on, though really i wanted some of these to be video games/visual novels. neat little stories that, anyone can have 'em just dang we all know no one gonna love these foxes like me.
Just facts.
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Going to call it for the day. Been fun and there is a lot more I'd like to do. I've already butchered the pictures enough. Thank you to those that contributed, my little bit can't stand on it's own.
but the a.i. is hungry.
there's the desire to write, maybe it can go faster than drawing. We wouldn't be drawing if we hand that over!
