I'm Stray, or Jeff if you want to get familiar. I'm an artist, music maker, aspiring writer, goofball, geek, nerd, and dork. I design graphics for t-shirts for money.This blog is mainly for my own artwork. I also make daily confessions and daily music posts. Art posted in my blog is mine unless otherwise noted.
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I was standing in line at the line standing store, and this lady in front of me had these 2 little rambunctious kids (btw super proud of myself for spelling rambunctious correctly on the first shot) that were being little rambunctious kids. They were a boy and a girl, and I’m not good at ages but I’d say they were about 3 to 4. For whatever reason the boy started crying, and the mom was like “You’re a girl.” and he was like “No I’m not! I’m a boy!” and she was like “No, you’re a girl.” and he was like “I’m a boy!” and she was like “You’re crying like a girl so you must be a girl.” And I was just watching like holy shit, this is exactly how people become fucked up. It’s like I’m witnessing the genesis of these two individuals deeply ingrained issues. It’s terrible for the boy to learn that having emotions is a feminine quality and something to be ashamed of, and just as terrible for the girl to see “you’re a girl” be used to shame a boy, as if what she is is inherently inferior. I can only hope that they unlearn that shit later down the line.
I feel like everywhere I look people are just being super shitty parents turning their kids into eventually shitty adults most likely. It deeply worries me.
ALRIGHT GOOD TALK! I LOVE YOU!
I guess that’s one way to look at it.
And the Oscar for best supporting doggie goes to…
Was pretty excited to hear a song by NZCA/Lines, who are more or less my favorite band right now, in the moment where Tunde walks in during this Portlandia sketch. I was like *gasp* Yay!
Also Portlandia is a good show.
So I had a job interview the other day, and I was waiting in the lobby and the receptionist was like “He’ll be with you in a moment.” and in my mind I was like “He? Shit.” and I realized the fact that it would be a man made me more nervous. But then the man ended up not being able to come so I was interviewed by a woman instead, and I was relieved. These were sorta unconscious feelings. But I thought about why I was having that knee-jerk reaction and I realized that any time I’ve been interviewed by a man I didn’t get the job, and when I’ve been interviewed by a woman I have. This interview with the woman went well, supporting the pattern. If I was an arrogant type I could just conclude that I am just very charming to women, but honestly I just think authoritative males intimidate me. They’re all serious and straight-faced and emotionless, and they look me in the eye for way too long and I get super nervous. But the women I’ve been interviewed by they smile and are nice and they laugh, etc, you know, like human beings.
So… those are some words I just typed. Alright good talk.
Eric you’re embarrassing me in front of my internet friieeennnnddssss!!!
Haven’t been on for days, so here are a few pictures.
1) Me being a human man
2) I don’t think I ever told you guys, the reason why Luka needed an endoscopy was because he swallowed this beanie baby’s eyeballs. Bad dog! No!
3) Luka and I chilling and watching some goddam Property Brothers
4) Today is my momma’s birthday! This is my momma!
That’s it. Get out of here. Go on get!
Sure, but zombies aren’t some machine or creature from a far off planet. A zombie is your mom’s dead corpse reanimated and trying to eat you alive. Are you ready to cave in your mom’s skull with a ballpoint hammer?
I’ll take my chances against anything else.
Thank you, I work very medium hard on my physique.
I’m not a types type of guy.
I sure do
Since I don’t really have anyone telling me WHAT to make I pretty much just make stuff I want to wear. Which I suppose often results in some really self-indulgent weird stuff, like pink 3-headed bears and corgis holding big guns.
Anything but zombies. Nothing could be as bad as zombies. Zombies are the literal worst.
It was on a weekend. I was born ready.