Marginally mediocre.

When I was 13 I was really into D&D but I also felt really guilty about it because of my good Christian upbringing and had heard all of these stories about how “that’s how the devil gets in.” I mean, it makes sense. Of course the devil gets inside you when your druid rolls a miss with her +3 sickle. Anyway, of my own 13 year-old, misguided and guilt ridden volition, I literally chopped up like eight D&D dungeon master guides and players manuals and other ephemera with an axe in my mom’s backyard (with an axe!). I was trying to be symbolic in the best way a 13 year-old knows how to (and some adults too, unfortunately). My mom came out and asked me what I was doing and I said something dramatic like “I can’t do this anymore!” and I teared up and she was really confused because she didn’t give a shit if I liked fantasy stuff, devil or no. The whole experience has colored and stitched itself into everything I have ever done since. EYE E: to this day, I still feel guilty about the things I like, try to destroy them and harbor resent towards anything that gives me comfort. It’s dumb.

Thanks everyone, this has been a really great therapy session.

Fuck I miss the ranch.

Emily and I went to see Bob’s Burger’s Live tonight. It was pretty great! They read about 15 minutes of the next Thanksgiving episode (it was very funny) and each cast member did a little set of their own stand-up material. I might love Eugene Mirman. It’s weird seeing Kristen Schaal in person on a stage after growing up in the same town with her and having mutual friends in high school and I’m pretty sure I went to a high school play she was in 15 years ago? There was a brief moment during the Q&A where I entertained the idea of queuing up in the line for the microphone to like, I’m not really sure what, say something like “omg I’m from Longmont too and we were friends with the same people in high school isn’t that weird?” God that would be awful. To be that person.

Hey just send me some of the shit you don’t think is good okay? Stop being a baby. Nothing anyone ever makes is ever good enough for anyone. Beside, we’re not trying to do anything important like heart surgery. Just some dumb words and some dumb drawings. All you have to do is write literally anything and all I have to do is draw literally anything. There is absolutely nothing at stake. 

Also, slap Jake in the face for me and tell him he sucks at Borderlands 2.

<3

PS: I’m just going to draw some shit for you to write about. You’re going to regret this.

Daniel and I have been working on getting a project going between the two of us for the past couple of months and I’m trying to respond to his frustrated emails in an encouraging way. Art is hard.