I'm a graduate student getting my Master's in Counseling and working with kids at an after-school program. Austin, Texas.
So I think I might’ve gotten the wrong idea playing Dr. Mario. Ahh well.
John Brosio is a painter based out of sunny Pasadena, California, USA. Brosio’s work has a very subtle humorous element that caught my attention, and I definitely appreciate his wit in combination with this awesome painting abilities. What the hell do you do when a giant octopus is just chilling on top of your house?
Why? - Fatalist Palmistry - Alopecia
Your cat clawed out my eyes while I’s distracted by your smile
And now my sockets sit like empty catcher’s mitts waiting
And you ask me is there anybody else that I’m dating
An eerie-looking (Lesser) Sooty Owl.
still one of my most triumphant outfits
Still pretty proud of my response to this.
I loved Marvel comics when I was a kid; I was a weird kid who didn’t get down with macho stuff, in part because of the general scene in my house & in part because I was scrawny and couldn’t really front like I was tough. In my tiny limited-to-my-personal-friends-and-surroundings comics scene, the idea that macho norm-enforcer types could be into comics would have come as a huge and deeply disappointing surprise; comics, in my mind, were for people who’d already begun to sense that, in the immortal words of Anti-Flag, “their system doesn’t work for you.”
I hope Marvel systematically “ruins” absolutely every one of their legacy characters forever, one after another, and then D.C. runs a Sgt. Rock miniseries where he renounces violence as a means of conflict resolution. May the grousing of the macho comics dudes ascend to Heaven forever and make an acceptable sacrifice unto Galactus
the wind // félix vallotton, 1910
Pierre Bonnard - The Open Window
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