Failed Day, Yesterday

I just wanted a relatively relaxed day with a chance to finish a thing or two and maybe play Fortnite with my Beloved until it made me sick.

Well... everything went firkin wrong on me. And in my experience, there is little in this world that is worse than the entire world going against you.

About the only thing that went right was finally and at last working out all the bugs in the Rabbit-hole scene for SESP. That thing has been a pain in my bunghole for what feels like an eternity.

I'm all caught up with the animation side of things, now I just need to draw a lot more. I need to make the butterfly animation and I need to make it look special and shiny and I'm going to have some "fun" with that.

First, I need a good heart to trace. Because my previous efforts have been... wobbly.

But before I have to do that, I have to at least finish the missing lineart for the 'dull' background in shot #6. Because I'm pedantic like that.

Today isn't looking any better. Beloved is still kicking up a stink about being asked to do their fair share in a home they also live in. They keep rubbing salt in my wounds and it doesn't help that some people keep telling me that I should be grateful for what I have.

Anxiety. Increased depression. Digestive issues caused by stress. Sleep issues caused by stress. And, oh yes. STRESS.

Yeah. Real fucking grateful for a whole heap of problems I wouldn't have if Beloved just... helped out when I asked them to.

It's not even the shitload of things I have to do on a daily basis. It's just putting their crap away in an orderly fashion. Not a huge deal, right?

Not according to my Beloved. Who says I should get a job so I can pay someone to do everything. Which is never going to happen because those services are only affordable by billionaires.

I never wanted to spew my bile up here, but thanks to people with opinions on my life and my feelings, I had to vent somehow or firkin crash my car because sudden crying jag. Thanks a fuckbunch for those opinions. I did not need them. At all. Call me stupid as much as you like, it will only accelerate the inevitable emotional breakdown.

What I need is solutions that will work. Sponsors. An actual firkin reply from that damned postal-only agency I sent my book to. Some actual TIME to go to all my other blogs and advertise my shit to everyone I can plausibly reach.

But no.

I get fucking arguments.

Challenge #01677-D216: Hobby Fallout

[Title: Obstacle Course] Some are carefully planned to stretch our physical strength. Some just happen. -- Knitnan

Storm season on Hitizzy was never fun. Especially when the storms hit both in space and on the surface of the planet. It was said that Hitizzy was a place everyone got into, once in a while, but the weather rarely got the people in Hitizzy, into a tizzy. Except for this one time.

Everyone knew that attempts at weather control always ended badly, so

Trying not to vent some spleen

I want to be angry. I want to spew bile all over my screen. I want to yell and scream and rant and rave and write a lovely long poison pen piece right here and now.

But that wouldn't help a damn thing.

I know damn well that this feeling is going to boil off eventually. I want to get it out and get it over with, but that just spreads it around and makes things worse.

So. In cold and emotionless

Challenge #01676-D215: Starter Fuel

The morning cup of coffee, the snack brought from the little shop nearby, whatever gets you going in the morning. -- Anon Guest

It was a booth called, Eat Drink Good Morning and there was one strategically placed in all the tram stops near residential areas. According to the advertising on its exterior, it boasted "everything you need to start your day".

Shayde decided to put that to the test. Besides, she'd had a horrible night and needed her variety of pick-me-up.

Slothful Saturday (and Sunday)

I take my leisure time seriously. As in, I don't intend to do very much that's productive. Or do very much at all.

Because I've firkin earned it because all the running around during the week.

I feel I've been pushing myself a little hard, lately. And since my single and only sponsor on Patreon has downgraded their pledge... I don't really know if that effort is worth it.

I mean, I haven't had the time to do hobby-writing of late. Maybe

Challenge #01675-D214: The Nut at the But

The way we use tools changes us. Anything from Sherlock Holmes to Tennis Elbow. -- Knitnan

Shanna hadn't thought of being a superhero when the alien ship crash landed in the ghetto. She just knew that alien debris was worth big cash and rushed into the burning frame to grab the first thing that looked portable. And then she ran for safety before the Enforcers could get there and arrest everyone who was too slow.

She got away. Far away. Didn't take

Run, Nutter, Run

Today in bullet points:

The people who were going to pick up the skip... haven't.
Brat run
Vinnies run
Shopping
Cleaning
Instant Story
1000 words
Patreon posts
And trying to unfuck the animation in progress

I may need to get Beloved's help with the last one. I have shot #5 in the can, shot #6 is barrelling along at Warp 10. And all that's hanging me up is shot farging #4 not firkin working.

Time to run.

Challenge #01674-D213: I Just Want a Hammer

It's not just one hammer - there's lots, and they're all different. -- Knitnan

"Okay," Carol sighed, "I'm gonna need a hammer for this."

"What kind?" asked Brilmoth.

"What do you mean what kind? Just a hammer."

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Urgh

Much though I love the concept of Fortnite, this dying compy couldn't quite handle it and the game kept crashing. So I gave up on it.

Which meant that Beloved has been playing exclusively with their brother.

Which left me feeling out in the cold.

Which means that my depression has come back to fight with me.

FUN.

In the sarcastic sense of course.

Hope has arisen in the form of a patch which might mean that I can play too.

In

Challenge #01673-D212: Middle Finger to Fate

An appellation for a person or group of people: They Who Defy Fate -- RecklessPrudence

On the day that the children become adults, be it their first blood or their first chest hair, they are told their fate. Most resign themselves to it. Some... fight.

Rare are the ones who are successful, and fewer still are the ones who go courting it.

Helen was told by the village seer, "You will die childless, and surrounded by Imps." She did not resign herself

Challenge #01665-D204: What There is to Like

“Please be patient. Reality.exe has crashed and needs to be rebooted.” -- RecklessPrudence

All things considered, there are better ways to discover that life is merely a simulation and reality is a figment of some mystery coder's imagination. Regardless of the methods of discovery, it is quite a momentous reveal. And more than open to chaos.

For all that potential, there was nothing. Not darkness. Not light. No shape or colour. Not even static. The people were not falling. They were

Not a good day so far

Good news: Beloved managed to fit that rusty old BBQ into the skip. They requested that we pick up the scrattle from a nasty patch in the yard in return.

Bad news:

I cut my thumb on the first piece of metal I tried to pick up
There were so many road works on the way to Mayhem's school that we were nearly late despite taking off early
I almost accidentally shoplifted a chocolate bar during my mission to pick up brown

Challenge #01672-D211: Friendly Welcome

"Oh, and if you have to ask yourself, is [Person] fucking with me? The answer is always yes,” he says, and ahead of them [Person] cackles and gives a little fistpump in the air. -- RecklessPrudence

Most humans, when elevated to the status of Ambassador, acquire an air of caution. A weight to their words as if they know that they hold the fate of their homeworld in their hands. Almost all of them approach becoming an Ambassador as cautiously as they