combatting artblock with continuous line blind contour exercises but every other film i’ve been forced to watch since last november has been an mcu title
to clarify on my last post: A Captain’s Curse is not some emotionally moving fanfic or something like that. nor are my tears those of sadness. A Captain’s Curse is this:
this guy making not one but THREE heavily autotuned songs about moo deng months after she became completely irrelevant is next level comedic artistry i am not even joking
continuing this months trend of selling my art at nothing but totally dogshit conventions, last weekend i set up my table in the deepest pits of hell (underground conference room with no AC).
now i don’t know much about health and safety risk assessments, and one day my unsecured table will fall forwards and kill fifty attendees, but i do feel like setting up a bunch of tables back to back with abt 70cm between the table and the wall and only one way out is probably a fire hazard, and filling small conference rooms to their absolute capacity with no working AC is several other kinds of hazards.
i also, dont pull me up on this, feel like sending one single staff member around to ask how vendors are doing when they don’t have the capacity to fix any issues was particularly helpful. a friend told said staff it was so hot it was making us feel unwell and was told “its okay if you need to take a break” WE CANT GET OUT!!!!
