Making Cards

Yesterday I went a little card crazy.

I've been making cards for my personal fashion ideas, for goal-planning, and inner-pigeon training. They're quite convenient; Just stick them in your wallet and you've got 'em with you right when you need them!

Here's my goal-planning one:

The .pub files are available to anyone who wants them for now. I'm just carrying around a few low-res B&W copies for myself to see how they work in practice. I wish that I'd had room to stick in a section about urgifying goals. I'll probably make a more polished version and print 50 to sell by hand. In fact, I think I'll write a goal card about that now....

Lame Pun Pt II

The funny part is that it's self-referential.

Lame Puns Pt. I

Haha, it's like Crafty but with Kraft Macaroni Cheese? Get it? < / Don't explain the joke >

Planning Kata (Ham Style)

I think this needs no comment.

In Case Of Genies.

We all know what assholes genies are, right?

Always twisting your words around, granting your wish in a way that no decent human being would interpret it. Or worse, you might choose naively and have your wishes turn into a 'Be Careful What You Wish For' Aesop, causing you to waste a perfectly good second or third wish fixing the situation.

This is precisely why I have a plan in place in case I ever find a genie.

Protip: Don't wish for an orange for a head.

How Did We Get Up Here Again?

School project.

I was going to make the waterfall blue, except I printed it off before I remembered to. Somehow Mido's other hand got lost in the waterfall mist, I must have forgotten to merge that with the other Character layers before I moved stuff around.

The girl on the left is Quantum, the boy on the left is Mido. See my deviantart comics gallery for more of them.

The Good 'Ol Days of Dating

I remember when life was simple, in that horribly inaccurate sentimental kind of way that conveniently ignores how life was NOT as glorious as I'm making it out to be. Do you remember?

Those days were High School--the good ol' days! Days when I woke up (late) in the morning and knew how my day was going to go (i.e. straight into the ground.) I had a golden (piss) path set in front of me, and I picked ripe, succulent apples of (bullshit, useless) knowledge from branches pushed down to (the dirty floor) my level by shining (overworked) angels of wisdom.

And dating! Oh, the silly dramas I had then. I had so many more options available to me than I gave myself credit for! Life is so much harder now that I actually have to deviate from my normal schedule in order to find suitable partners in my age range.

That's all that you need, really. Why did I complicate it so? Every student in high school was guaranteed to be within an age range of about 4 years, and if you stick to asking in classes you probably won't get outside of a 2 year range. College is good for getting some options, but I have to check that the guy I'm asking isn't actually 20 years older than me and married, and similarly reassure them that I'm legal.

(On a side note, I need to start wearing make up again. People weren't asking if I what grade of Middle School I'm in or offering me the kid menu when I wore eyeliner.)