Hey everyone! Even with my still-healing finger(s) I have bothered to do another watercolor painting!
I have entitled this piece “Glenn“:
With this and my previous efforts I have been successful in my mission to find something to stick in the three frames I had. That done with, I can now retire undefeated from the watercolor scene. I can reveal now that I suck at watercolor painting, though I can blame at least a little bit of that on the fact that regular paper is probably not the best thing to use with it. It absorbs all the paint and curls up and everything you expect from wet paper.
I am, however, craving an attempt at some proper painting now, though. When I get any further results in the medium of smearing stuff on other stuff, I will let you know.
It is Monday. I will put a Phone Guys comic on my website.
I just had a dream where there was a Wishing Chair and whoever sat in it could basically wish for anything they wanted and it would come true. It was basically a chair of omnipotence and it was open to the public. Anyone could use it. Naturally, this caused problems. The world was in flux. Time was constantly being rewritten so that people could correct mistakes from their past. The weather changed to match the mood of whoever was in the chair. It was chaotic. Anyway, eventually I got my turn in the chair and, naturally, I wished for Superman Powers. Things did not go well.
Now I don’t know if even my dreams are against me having Superman Powers or, as I kinda assumed at the time, someone had sabotaged it, but anyway, I didn’t get my wish. Instead, for some reason, I became a balding Asian child. I have nothing against balding Asian children, but I don’t consider them Superman. What’s the deal Chair?
(I do have to admit that I am happy to say that even in a dream state I use the term “Superman Powers” without hesitation)
So anyway, if anyone knows where there’s a real Wishing Chair around, give me a heads up.
What’s more, in the course of dreaming I also found a novel just lying on the ground (the details of which now escape me) that looked really cool. I looked forward to reading it and now that I am awake, I never can. Awake and asleep. Both states of extreme disappointment. Go figure.
