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My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
#no but can you imagine if that was how you learned once a month you weren’t pregnant#by some dude singing songs about the victory of it#you wake up and he’s there and you are so happy#this dude becomes your favorite dude#but then you realize you haven’t seen your friend’s minstrel in a while#I mean everyone notices#like half the people are on the same cycle so for one week out of four your job is just flooded with fucking minstrels everywhere#the cacophony#but Mary over there is all alone#and she’s like my minstrel is late#but we all fucking know#her minstrel has gone off to find her a baby#a nine month journey he must make alone#and until he comes back there is no music in her life#what a glorious world this would be#I love the minstrels (@onionjuggler)
IT IS MONDAY AND I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND. Exclamation point.
If you are reading this, chances are I am scared. But that’s because I have jumped across the point of no return and am fully intent on committing to a cause. I have been thinking an awful lot about it this weekend. In fact, I have barely thought about anything else. And now I have reached a decision. I am going to do this. Not what I originally had in mind … because I am the natural polar opposite of a leader and have as much authority as a grape at a coconut convention.
At this point I haven’t figured out all the details yet… But that is how I roll. I jump into things. Ass first. But I have a month to prepare myself. Thus for now, this is what I know I will do:
DRAW A COMIC!
To flesh that out a bit:
To prepare for this I intend to do the following set of activities (I reserve the right to add more):
- Morning pages
- Daily doodles
- Daily short comics (ca 4 panels)
- Work out the basics for the story (characters and plot et al) so that it does become a story and not just thirty pages of increasingly frantic cheese slicers
- Physical exercises including but not limited to bicycling! sun salutations! standing on my head! and maybe even running! unless I sprain my ankles again. The brain works better with a conditioned companion. It’s science! I’m sure scientists will agree with me on this.
+ Look for plegders beyond those titled “Mom” and “Dad”
And I will keep people updated until they beg me to stop.
(my Crowdrise page…)
So why am I doing this? (Except for the fact that it is for a good cause)
I want to get out of my head! It is a busy, lonely place. I struggle with finding a meaning with my existence. In contrast to Loki who is burdened with glorious purpose, I often feel as if I am on the brink of drifting off the planet. I want an anchor. Everyone needs something to believe in, so why not one’s own capacity for kindness? (That sounded very cool in my head I’m not sure how well it translated into actual words but there you go) And right now I have a strong positive attraction towards E4K/Random Acts. And I like that. I want to believe I can do this. So this is me feeling a sense of real purpose for the first time in too long. I will cling to it for all it’s worth.
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