February 2012
11 posts
About 6 years ago, I wrote a novel draft. It was okay if you ignore the eager-stupid flaws that were abundant.
So anyway, one part of this story featured a character that dies because all of the air in her lungs is forcefully expelled and she suffocates.
I’ve gotten more creative as I’ve aged, and realized this was far too silly.
So now her lungs are graphically crushed by...
If I knew how to bake I would make what would be my signature dish: a Cakezrer! In this preliminary concept phase it would be devil food cake with either a half-radius soft-chocolate layer or a fudge piece to represent my eye patch.
I’m as susceptible to positive reinforcement as any other wacky man. Compliments on what I do embolden my strength. Flattery makes me suspicious.
I genuinely hate when people I’ve never touched tell others about how good I am; I can’t care if it’s from a marketing vantage. Near the end of my time in school a few instructors talked about how good I was. I wouldn’t...
Someday someone will unearth the Kaezrer’s treasure.
And it will explain everything.
Also there’ll be a spare eye patch hanging on the wall next to it. In case.
When trying to create a design, when you have a pretty good idea of what you want it to look like, do you get lost when looking at various effects that you could apply and totally forget what you were originally going for?
I do. And often. And effectively!
My collar gets ruffled with dealing with expensive commissions. With logic and will power, and chocolate, I again and again convince myself that I don’t casually throw high-money at rookies that are beginning their business plan; I deal with professionals at this scale.
So after 2 months of no word or hint of progress despite my inquiries, I am beginning to wonder if investing in this...
One letter to create form.
If I take my “Z” and replace it with an “X”, my name is pronounced very similar to “Cakes-rer”.