2016-04-08-BFP1522-princeofhearts


1522 Prince Of Hearts.

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John, like many people, have trouble knowing to what level one should estimate Reggie. Of course, in fairness, his level of competence from one activity to another varies so wildly one could be forgiven. It’s fair to say that he has a devious sort of intellect that focuses on things people generally consider negative traits. He has a certain tactical wit that surprises people. John, unfortunately for him, is about to get a taste of it.

The other day I added a sketch someone requested of a redraw. Jolene tied up in ribbons and little else. I took a chance and said that if 20 people commented there I would go ahead and finish the sketch. I underestimated Jolene’s appeal… In any event, I will be doing a finished version of the piece after I catch up on last month’s sketch requests. Something to look forward to for us all.

My tax appointment was rescheduled for Monday because I still lacked some tax papers I was going to need. I wonder how long it’s going to take… The little town near where I live tends to have its businesses housed in little, shitty, buildings that they don’t keep cool. If this is the case with the tax people it’s going to be a long morning. Unless the process if super simple. I don’t know. I’ve never had an expert loot at my books before. Pamphlet might be a better word, now that I think about it.

One of my friends who still lives in Kansas got a weird charge on his taxes because Kansas, thanks in large part to Governor Brownback’s cringe worthy tax schemes, is broke. So the state is going after charges they usually don’t bother with. It was, like, 36 bucks, but it’s just funny that the state is so fucked that it needs every penny it can get from even the lowest income citizens. The Daily Show did a segment on Brownback’s fiscal experiment. I’m sure it’s online if you want to look it up. It’s portrayed as a glorious failure of republican financial fantasy. I have to say Kansas has really deteriorated since I moved away, but Colorado isn’t better by orders of magnitude. Between corruption, ignorance, and laziness it’s a wonder the country functions at all. It’s going to be an insane election. What’s going on now is just capering compared to the stuff that’s on the horizon. Stock up on canned goods, kids.

Hopefully this weekend I’ll manage to get caught up on everything and no member of my family will fuck it up by being injured, or an idiot. It’s a lot to hope for. I’m starting to think my gene pool should have had a lot more chlorine pour in it…

The Teen got second place at an art show of some sort. I don’t think I ever got any recognition at that level, but I can’t really remember. I’ve found that the awards I did win were worthless, so I don’t have much use for them. There are a few for comics, but even on my best day I’m not in the running for any. I lack whatever it is that makes someone award worthy. It’s not always storytelling, or artistic skill, because I’ve seen garbage win awards. Whatever it is though, I don’t have it. I think it might be the noticeable lack of Disney characters in my work. Judges love Disney. That much I know. Those fucking donadl duck comics get awards constantly. Where do people even buy them? The only comics I see anymore are trades in Walmart of Adventure time, and Archie digests.

I have been experiencing deja vu again. It’s been uncommon for a long while but the other day it kept happening, and has been happening in general. When I was younger I had that feeling all the time. For many years it was just a regular thing. Back then I was ignorantly spiritual. Like, it had to be super significant. Some kind of past life experience intruding on present times bullshit. Now it just strikes me as a slightly worrying chemical imbalance. In fact, I think it might have just been caused by allergies the whole time. They have been worse than anything in recent memory. To the point that the Teen thinks I’m crying in my room all the time. It’s dry and dusty and we’ve had two extra dogs in the house several times this week. Each breath is just a mixture of blood, dirt, and gasses at this point. Which, amusingly, was the original name of Earth, Wind, And Fire.

Also, that Rogue One trailer looks promising.