i'm stuck in a really bad cycle of busting ass during the week, getting completely stressed out mentally and physically, then making up a 50 hour work week to myself by getting absolutely wasted at music event A,B,C,D until the wee hours of the morning.

i wake up hungover on sunday morning only to take a shower and work more sunday afternoon so that i'm on schedule with a hilarious deadline that no normal human being could possibly meet... next thing you know, welcome to monday!!!

my bicycle keeps me sane. i wish riding it during the winter was a possibility. routes that i used to destroy with little to no effort are killing me now.

that is all.

malota posted a photo:

I'm proud of this one, look nice and I made her 100% alone without help! ^____^

I made a new screen-print... this is the final result, but you can also see the process.



Recovering the screen:



The screen is ready again with a new illustration:



Detail:



waiting for it dries



The result:

I fried the potatoes and onions in a lot of olive oil. It's more expensive than using corn oil but I wanted it to be as authentic-looking and -tasting as possible. New Yorkers tend to call Puerto Ricans "Spanish" so I have that going for me, too.



Just a bit of salt goes into the eggs. There are six jumbo eggs in that bowl.

Parliaments Lights aren't cigarettes; they're incense for smokers. I'm glad they're not mine.



While in Valencia, Don Jose, the owner of a pub around the corner from where I was staying in the town called Benimaclet, showed me how to make a tortilla de patatas. One of his tips was to drain the oil from the potatoes and onions, let them cool and then mix them in with the eggs. That way the potatoes soak up some egg and make them tastier.



It takes about 15 minutes for each side to cook. A low-ish flame is the key. It allows the center to cook. It turned out yummily. I'm so proud of myself. Full, too. Starch for days!

minusbaby posted a photo:

So here I am, sitting in my apartment on a Friday morning in Austin. I look down at ForecastFox and I see:

If I were deaf I’d believe it, but you see I have this thing called ‘the ability to hear’. The real world sits just beyond my curtains and blinds. Rain has been falling all morning—enough to make nontrivial falling-rain noises. One wee little peek through the curtains reveals a veritable wonderland for Gene Kelly freaks. So, who do I believe: the Internet, or reality?

darkshapes posted a photo:

that sweater vest i'm wearing is "100% virgin acrylic"

mr shrew* posted a photo:

shitty photo..