Uff, since last night I have had a lot of shifts dumped on me, so I guess this chair will be well underway by January since that is what I am most interested in doing whilst sitting in the car.

I would suggest you leave this on headphones whilst doing something else, it is very long.

Did a long religious text today, it was extremely tiresome listening to Americans at a waterfall discussing futile aspects of metaphysics.  They really are tiresome.

Went to the supermarket last night.   I have been studiously eyeing up Indian dudes since I met Staring Brat 2 in an effort to figure out why I was so unusually assertive about him.  I’m usually a very cautious and shy person, especially as I do not trust people at all any more. You can make all the excuses for them you like, most people are basically quite shitty and have very little to nothing in their heads.  That was not news in the case of the staring brats.

Anyway I met the eye of a new age Indian dude in his 20s with a man bun.  This is the first one that had something like the whatever-it-is. Otherwise he was unremarkable and not somebody I would even notice, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. We both duly scuttled off to a different shelf.  He looked a bit less married, but otherwise I am not really into chasing dudes around a supermarket. Interesting though that we both did the same searching thing before moving on.

I am into the Shiva moment now on the egg, so a lot of serpents will be involved in the next day or so.  It is very big, and very tiring and I am glad of my sunroof in trying to coordinate it.

Live show tomorrow.  Also appearing intermittently over the festive period.  I am sure it will gain more colour in due course but at the moment it looks like a piece of crap, which I am sure is quite appropriate.

Toodle pip,

Ina

Oddly I measured up my work, and I had somehow managed to calculate the exact centre of my work despite the fabric being incorrect.  I am astonished.  So a rather violent flower that I was using as a center of the seat, which should have been entirely incorrect, after I corrected the fabric anomalies, was in the right place.

This is not the first time I have somehow managed to do something like this.  I frequently find that if I am using one colour, I calculate exactly the correct amount without having to think about it.  I guess at least I am good at something.

Right now, the piece is looking dreadful.  This is normal.  I also have a stack of half finished handbags, and the shoes are still in the early stages.  I have an awful lot of work to do before I start on the more serious books.

I am also waiting for the American Tax Office to get back to me, which takes some weeks.  This is a bore, but I do have to reshoot a lot of the artwork for the higher resolution print covers and do some editing, so I have a lot of work to do to make Ina work properly as I was more concerned with getting started at all for the first few years.  It is not a good idea to fanfare when there is so much to learn at once.

I have another story to write about last summer.  It is not directly related to the Brats.  I do not know why this has caused quite so much trauma creativity.  I guess I was feeling particularly raw because of my mother.

I think I may also write about the disaster that came before it, which is an interesting political story.  I will see how I feel, but at least I am developing good habits.

I cannot tell you how nice it is to actually learn something as I work, and how nice it is to work without having to deal with more numpties.  I would like to meet someone that is relatively pleasant reasonably soon, however, so I am looking into doing some public speaking in a different industry sector, just to develop some useful skills.

Life is rather uphill for the next month or two, just to get a couple of things out and available, and I am effectively launching three businesses over the next few months, although I plan to make them rather low key, so it is neither an expensive nor loud operation.  I have taken to pottering rather than yelling, and then seeing how things go.  It may seem crazy in this day and age, but I prefer to make mistakes quietly.

I will return to the egg show at the weekend, but until then I will be tucked up in bed working on some international stuff.  It is not nearly as glamorous as it sounds.

I am so sick of BS. I don’t see why life should be difficult or complicated.  I find it quite simple.

Ina

I don’t know.  Maybe it was really patronising of me to assume the beautiful girl in the office was more suitable for him than me.  That seemed to really piss him off.

My more cynical head says he was already being told what to do by The Sadist by that time, and I was supposed to get angry with him for being visibly involved with the girl in the office. They created some sort of scene to indicate involvement, which I immediately took to mean that he was insulted by the initial comment from me.

Anyway, it all seemed a bit melodramatic and for simpletons at the time, and I hadn’t really meant to steam in and hit on some dude anyway, even if he was uptight and gorgeous, which is a very cute combination.  If only I had known how attractive it was when I was still uptight, I would probably have had a different kind of life.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. He needs to get busy knocking his wife up and maybe actually getting to know her, as the conversation we had indicated that they appeared to have no click, which is a bit unfortunate, since it happened so easily with us.  I did notice he seemed to have a thing for older chicks, like way older than I appear to be, so maybe that’s his thing, I don’t know. I was dating a 37 year old at 21 so I don’t really give a shit about age, although I am actually used to being the younger party.

I do remember some moment where I was supposed to be impressed by dishwashing, and didn’t quite understand it at the time.  Yes I am sure he would be very impressive doing that, but I’m more interested in taking away that servile, nasty tendency that I didn’t like.  It doesn’t need to be dog eat dog out there.  The world of work would be better with more people like me and less people like the Sadist.

I wish I didn’t miss him, but it will go away as soon as I get this design done, and then we can make something beautiful out of it. He can be miserable for the rest of his life, I don’t really care, he probably deserves it.

Here is another song for the charming Shyam Singh.

One of the staff on a recent project described talking to me as being a little bit like watching limitless, which I guess is a good thing.  I had better live up to it.

I will be releasing the first mix shortly.  We shall see how it goes, I do not plan to make a big deal out of it.  I have another two projects to launch and a lot of work to do now that I am not held back by the millstone of other people.

I think the summer planned project over egged the pudding quite a bit given that all I actually have to do to start a revolution is teach people how to express joy.  I was trying to get them to even discuss putting their hands in the air on the project and the response was terror.

It is quite alarming that people are so incredibly small.  We need to change that to get them to even think about changing their habits and work with them.

I have another couple of minor things to do in the meantime.  Boris is doing very well, but the sooner I can get some things done the better.

So happy not to have to deal with some things.

Here is today’s song for Staring Brat 2. Although we will never see each other again because you are a coward, at least I know how to make you smile.  I like thinking about you smiling.