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Out in the big room
Got a decent amount of sleep after ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
barking_iguana drove me back from GC-in-E. I’d played a couple games of Fluxx (one of which I won without expecting to, which isn’t all that unusual in Fluxx) and one of Carcassonne: Hunters and Gatherers (which I also won without expecting to, which is more unusual, especially after the two large point-earners I’d been nursing all game were swiped from me at the end). Also, cake. And salmon. And smoochies.
akawil told me that ladymondegreen had called and said she and estheruth were at the Met, and would be going to see The Guitar Guy and then eating at Yuka; I said I’d join them at the restaurant, ’cause I wasn’t really interested in The Guitar Guy.
I needed some relaxation and sketch time today, so I went to Ground. Read part of a galley proof of a book about the Israel/Palestinian conflict that was sitting there. It was actually pretty good; I want to read more. Did a bit of sketching. Metjcb, showed him the preserved skeleton of an argument (and everyone who’s ever been in an online argument needs to follow that link), taught him how to make an HTML link, forgot to tell him about Xjournal. Then Akawil showed up and said no, they were going to Yuka and then to The Guitar Guy, so I joined him, and met Estheruth, and much fish was eaten, and it was good.
And then I tagged along for The Guitar Guy anyway, ’cause why not, even though he did the exact same set at last week. Including a parody of “Ghost Riders in the Sky” about yuppies. As if yuppie jokes were still relevant, and not something from twenty goddamn years ago. Dude, if you want to mock fashionable people from this decade, make fun of hipsters and metrosexuals, OK? Here, read Gawker for tips.
I made some brushpen sketches of people around us, and damn, I’m still really liking this brushpen. There’s some shadows-and-highlights stuff going on in the smallest of these sketches that I’ve been trying to pull off for a while, and I’m getting the hang of making a wider variety of marks with the brush.
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Then I just lay back and looked at the sky for a while. We were out on Pier 45, so I could see a whole lot more sky than I usually get to see in this area. Without any buildings to use as reference, the clouds looked maybe thirty feet away, like the ceiling of a large room. Every so often a helicopter or airplane would zip by, but instead of breaking the illusion they were drawn into it, seeming like tiny flying toys.
Then we stopped off at a coffee place for beverages and ice cream and ’80s music and bathroom access. Estheruth made me feel really old, like I would collapse into dust right that minute, by telling me what year she was born in, the same year I entered high school. But she’s pretty darn cool anyway.
barking_iguana drove me back from GC-in-E. I’d played a couple games of Fluxx (one of which I won without expecting to, which isn’t all that unusual in Fluxx) and one of Carcassonne: Hunters and Gatherers (which I also won without expecting to, which is more unusual, especially after the two large point-earners I’d been nursing all game were swiped from me at the end). Also, cake. And salmon. And smoochies. akawil told me that ladymondegreen had called and said she and estheruth were at the Met, and would be going to see The Guitar Guy and then eating at Yuka; I said I’d join them at the restaurant, ’cause I wasn’t really interested in The Guitar Guy. I needed some relaxation and sketch time today, so I went to Ground. Read part of a galley proof of a book about the Israel/Palestinian conflict that was sitting there. It was actually pretty good; I want to read more. Did a bit of sketching. Met
jcb, showed him the preserved skeleton of an argument (and everyone who’s ever been in an online argument needs to follow that link), taught him how to make an HTML link, forgot to tell him about Xjournal. Then Akawil showed up and said no, they were going to Yuka and then to The Guitar Guy, so I joined him, and met Estheruth, and much fish was eaten, and it was good. And then I tagged along for The Guitar Guy anyway, ’cause why not, even though he did the exact same set at last week. Including a parody of “Ghost Riders in the Sky” about yuppies. As if yuppie jokes were still relevant, and not something from twenty goddamn years ago. Dude, if you want to mock fashionable people from this decade, make fun of hipsters and metrosexuals, OK? Here, read Gawker for tips.
I made some brushpen sketches of people around us, and damn, I’m still really liking this brushpen. There’s some shadows-and-highlights stuff going on in the smallest of these sketches that I’ve been trying to pull off for a while, and I’m getting the hang of making a wider variety of marks with the brush.
Then I just lay back and looked at the sky for a while. We were out on Pier 45, so I could see a whole lot more sky than I usually get to see in this area. Without any buildings to use as reference, the clouds looked maybe thirty feet away, like the ceiling of a large room. Every so often a helicopter or airplane would zip by, but instead of breaking the illusion they were drawn into it, seeming like tiny flying toys.
Then we stopped off at a coffee place for beverages and ice cream and ’80s music and bathroom access. Estheruth made me feel really old, like I would collapse into dust right that minute, by telling me what year she was born in, the same year I entered high school. But she’s pretty darn cool anyway.
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