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Beauty’s Deceit

It's like Sleeping Beauty except the princess is a dragon


And if you can wake her up, legend has it, she'll give you half her hoard

But she looks so cute lying there, and a kiss just never works

Nor do putting your lips elsewhere. But she starts to murmur and moan if you do. The bravest might dare… go at her with their lance, shall we say. Nobody's been known to wake her yet.

Maybe you'll be the lucky one.

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So somehow I have become a woman who has three Wacom styli kicking around her apartment.

Well actually a woman who has three Wacom styli and two Twiddlers kicking around her apartment.

One stylus lives on the coffee table in the studio, next to the comfy chair.

One stylus lives in the living room, next to the even more comfortable Comfy Sack.

And one lives in my bag, so it’s always there when I’m going out.

One Twiddler hangs out in the bag, and gets borrowed when I want to draw in the studio; the other lives in the living room. So all I need to do is move the tablet from room to room, and maybe its power brick. Man that power brick is huge and I really should try and find a smaller one that will feed the hungry Wacom beast but be something I can put in my bag for a weekend trip.

(And actually I have four Wacom styli; the one on the studio desk is special, because it only works with the older tablet on the desk – the other three are all different generations of pens, but they all work with both the Mobile Studio and the travel Intuos that’s increasingly gathering dust and should probably be passed on to someone who needs an upgrade from whichever Baby’s First Wacom Tablet they’re stuck with. All of them except the one that came with the Mobile Studio have the spring nib; there’d be one in all of them, but the MS’s pen isn’t physically compatible with it. I’m gonna be really sad if they’re phasing those out.)

I’m not quite sure how this happened. I really feel kind of like a useless Eloi. On the other hand the price of having a stylus and Twiddler close to hand in any place I’m likely to have the Mobile Studio and want to work is probably nothing compared to what some of my real media friends have spent on markers alone in the past.

This is what my adulthood looks like and it really bears absolutely no resemblance to what I thought it was gonna be when I was a kid. A fucking tablet computer that I carry from room to room to draw on. And a President straight out of every piece of late eighties comedic doom SF.

(And actually I know exactly how it happened: the stylus I used with the travel Intuos works with the Mobile Studio, so that started hanging out on the coffee table, next to where the Magic Sketchbook sits to recharge. And grabbing the Magic Sketchbook (and maybe its power brick) and the Twiddler and the Twiddler cheat sheet and the stylus and the little stylus stand so I have somewhere to put it when it’s not in my hand turned out to be just annoying enough to either juggle in one hand (probably with a glass of water or somesuch in the other hand as well) or make multiple trips for such tiny, fiddly things that my well-off ass felt pretty justified in saying “imma get a third stylus so I have two less things to fiddle with when I wanna curl up in the living room and draw”; the second Twiddler happened because I thought I lost the first one and I was already pretty close to the point where I started to hit a lot of the keys without thinking. Last night I found myself trying to Twiddle words in the air while I was falling asleep…)

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Surveying my clean clothes, trying to come up with a sexy outfit for sharing cake with the ex-with-benefits today.

And one for what will start out as a flirty work date with the girlfriend and XWB tomorrow. Do I have enough lingerie to make for a unique and delightful Peggy-unwrapping experience on both days?

Being poly makes life amusingly complicated sometimes. It’s a nice change from all the years spent “enjoying” Singles Awareness Day, though.

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dubstep and dragons

It was dim in the dragon’s lair, but warm and pleasant. The inhabitant got up to greet her visitor warmly before returning to her lazy sprawl in a nest of cushions atop her hoard.

She picked up a magic mirror lying nearby, and tapped at it. Ethereal music filled the air, as if a host of angels were hidden in every corner of the cave. And the dragon frowned.

“Fuckin’ Spotify,” she said. “That’s not supposed to be on this playlist.”

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Making a mess with a bunch of art brushes I have lying around. I went into this with absolutely no plan and just let it develop; it’s a hell of a lot more painterly than my usual approach.

To a certain degree this feels like how the Magic Sketchbook “wants” to be drawn in. This is mostly metaphorical; I feel that different media are good at different things, and that they “want” to be used in the ways that are mostly what they’re good at. Drawing on the screen in Illustrator is a different process from drawing in Illustrator with a separate screen and tablet; I can still easily shift back to the ways I normally work, and I could do this on a separate screen and tablet, but something in the setup is just pulling me this way.

We’ll see if this is a new artistic direction or just a thing I fool around with for a while.

Illustrator, about 2.5 hours.

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an account of a week and a half

Sunday, Jan 29: Protest.

Tuesday, Jan 31: Hung with friends, watching them buy supplies for their Physical Art Doings at the art store. Impulsively buy cool mirror with dragon on it. Seriously it is fucking rad, it's circular and has the dragon splaying across it, dividing it into a ying/yang sort of pattern.

Thursday, Feb 2: finally unbox cool mirror. Contemplate places to put it. Come to vague decision, don't feel like nailing anything up. Leave on floor in foyer.

Friday, Feb 3: the inner Magician vaguely wonders if it's really a good idea to leave this mirror right at the door, reflecting the energies being filtered by the big picture of the semi-divine version of my dragonsona that's hanging on the inside of the door. Other things like “hanging with girlfriend” and “buying some magic chocolate with high THC and CBD content because my throat hurts when I smoke and there is no way I'm doing the Trump regime sober” distract me from this. There are ten little chocolates in the bag; I will go through them over the next few days.

There is pretty much no point in the rest of this journal entry where I am not at least a little high, until the last day.

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A Gentle Scent Of Vixen

“I’ll try my hand at faux Elvish calligraphy for a friend’s tattoo. It’ll be cool.”

Two hours later, I had this. I don’t know what it is. I suspect it is a very recursive invocation of Fox. I’m not sure putting it on your skin would be a good idea.

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shit moves fast

This morning: woke up, went to farmer's market, hooked up with the gf at a cafe, hung out a few hours.

This evening: said goodbye to gf, looked at Twitter. Discovered that Trump's ban on anyone coming into the country from certain countries went into effect, massive numbers of people detained and turned away… and that a court in New York State put out a temporary stay on this decree. And that Washington State is gonna go to court over it.

All this in the span of one fucking day when I was enjoying being offline. Damn. This is a crazy fucking year and it's probably only gonna get crazier.

Originally published at Egypt Urnash. You can comment here or there.