Turns out they are screen printers, not quite what I was looking for, except I was looking for screen printers earlier and now I found one. I can sell mugs with my art.

Sweet, the closest print shop to me is advertising as LGBTQ+ friendly, trans friendly, and Asian owned, in a red state. If I break down and ask Joe for help so I can get the prints done before I start working (October seems a good month to sell skull art), giving his money to them will really take the sting off. Especially after he keeps bitching about being corrected on pronouns in "his own home", a home shared by two young trans ladies. It'll feel like rage donating in someone else's name.

My new year's resolution was to get my art skills to a level that I would feel comfortable selling prints as a "local artist", booths at events and coffee houses type thing. I do believe I have gotten there. I think I want to do a few of these especially, same colors, different angles. Not quite done with it, forcing myself to move slowly so I don't overwork it. Fingers crossed.

Just realized the mobile home we took over from Joe's friend came with a personalized license plate that we've been displaying the "wrong" way for years, fixed it.

The Sims just started a Grim Reaper event that will last 6 weeks, it's going to be so hard to be productive.

Octopuses caught on film collaborating with fish to hunt.
https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-024-03127-5

Omgs for public event readings, I could fill my mouth with foaming stuff and turn on a special effect switch for "prophesy" in tarot readings, like cue cheesy music and a flashlight below my double chin while I do a horrible impression of some celebrity saying, "Have you gotten feedback on your resume? The library can help, here's a list of resources." Then a cackle?

Once upon a time, I sent a complex series of direct messages on FB to a coworker who had just signed up, detailing a home invasion of my home by giant pigeons, but she didn't log in for a week or so. Then FB made everyone use their real name so I ran. I wonder if she ever saw those, because if she did .... It was the last she ever heard d from me.