Once upon a time, I started to write a story with tattoos in it. Once upon a much more recent time, I started it from scratch.
Separately, once upon a time, I was introduced to the concept of artist trading cards.
Now the funny thing is, I stumbled upon this pre-packaged set of artist trading cards this afternoon, and aside from thinking 'hey, awesome', I also felt a very strong feeling of 'I AM SO OLD YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN.' It was followed by an actual mental rant that went a little like 'When I was in art school, we had to cut our OWN artist trading cards from REALLY HARD and ROUGH RAG PAPER. With a BONE FOLDER. And then we were GRADED on them.'
I still feel weirdly rebellious when I do a drawing completely in mechanical pencil.
Completely aside from this, I was reminded today why I have a love-hate relationship with airfreshener thingies. For fuck's sake, I want a faint, pleasant hint of lavender in the air, not AXE a la Martha Stewart and a fine print requiring a breathing apparatus at a radius of six feet.