life is work

Hello, Saturday. Hello to my invisible readers, or to people stumbling upon this blog by accident.
I don't even know if I want to be read.
I know I don't like it when people look over my shoulder when I'm writing or drawing at the cafe. It's annoying. Haven't they ever seen someone writing in a cafe before? Jesus.
You can tell something about a person about how they write, though. If the text is compact or not you can see what the person's mind is like. Handwriting is a give-away for a lot of things. Something you can't hide from.
People like my handwriting, even if they could give a crap about me.

Anyway, I had a nice time at the cafe. Only one cup today. I got some footage.

I like making videos, it's a lot faster than painting. Make a video, put it up on youtube, I'm done. Paintings can take years. I like filming the progress of a painting more than the finished piece, because what the hell does that mean? Nothing is ever done. What might be done to you is only halfway to someone else.
Or they will say, "It's not really that good."

I don't care anymore.

I have a whole lifetime of people trying to make me feel bad for what I do creatively. Screw them.
These people have never done me a bit of good.

I started Fishville again. Now that I understand Farmville and how that works, I'll give Fishville a try. It looks fun.

Lots of stuff to do today.

I like using the blog as a little writing book, to work out ideas, and to see what happens.
A lot to do today. Life is work, you know.