A day of prototyping and figuring and thinking and picking up the pen(cil) again: images appearing, scribbled words, rememberings of how to fold a piece of paper. And Derbzball.
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Things I've done the last few days:
Removed a dead lilac and replaced with a sweet almond.
Designed and printed a fucking adorable plant pot.
Drew a new comic that I was thinking about posting but might hold off and see how many I do and make it a zine.
Made a new metal piece; presently printing / prototyping plastic component.
Shed more skin as my latest tattoo continues to heal.
Fought hordes of C-virus infected in RESIDENT EVIL 6 which is a rather good time.
Bought a pressure washer and cleared off some of the house and yes ok fine i probably bought it to tide me over until POWERWASH SIMULATOR 2.
Removed big monitor from shed since I don't really need it anymore. Which I’ll probably need sooner rather than later since I just said I no longer need it.
After welding his eye back in from a scan attempt fall, I managed to get a solid 3D scan of Giuseppe. Now to figure out how to go from green blob on-screen to blob of printed, corporeal plastic.
Seven hours later brain says stop but then says go but then again it may be the paint fumes but which one.
One of those “my new Shop-Vac didn’t come with a hose” days.
The day thus far
Woke up, fell back asleep, woke up again; ate breakfast, stared at news in futility and annoyance; speaking of, couldn't run for the fourth day in a row because blood sugar was too low, did yoga, hit a bag full of sand or something for seven rounds instead; cleared snow from solar panels; stared at a page for new writing, got nowhere; cut off pieces of a vent with my new favorite tool for one of three current metalwork WIPs, happy about new metal remnants, not so much about added complication but it does look better; drew and pubbed new AA VOID, made an omelet, had lunch, typed these words. More day awaits.
Recalling boom mic days in clearing snow from solar panels with extended squeegee pole. Shoulders aren’t thrilled.