Brye Claire 🌻 @memnus@octodon.social

All rise for the Queen.

(eye contact)

At the Janelle Monáe concert. I think half the (rich) queer population of the greater Seattle area is here. I may explode from beauty.

I've been getting this weird doublethink about my evenings. Huge concert this evening I'm excited for, yet my brain is going through all the woodworking I'm going to have time for after work

And yet, this feels infinitely more creative than anything I've done in a long while. I am making beautiful things. I am turning bare wood and oil into tangible, functional, and pleasant artifacts, and that is pure and good.

After a weekend of physical work creating tangible, physical artifacts, going back to solving purely digital problems is going to be hard.

It's got me considering the word 'creative' - I usually think of it in terms of making new artistic decisions, new ideas and aestheticsand designs. In the strictest sense of that, very little of this project has been my own 'creativity'. It's all adaptation of existing art; the only choices I made unprompted were fonts and the curve of the lid.

Whew.

Tonight's goal: sand both sides of all pieces, first coat of stain on any interior surface. Halfway there.

TFW you run out of one particular material just too early to do the *really* interesting part of the project

"Y'all be in my bunk" TTTO "You'll be in my heart"

*updates Facebook profile photo, watches likes and comment roll in*

yes, yes, validate me my minions

That's more like it (eye contact)

Not my angle, not my colors (yet)

Of all the things I could be doing today, work matters the least, yet here I am

Somehow I keep getting Janelle Monáe's "Screwed" stuck in my head...

They don't have Dar Williams' "When I Was a Boy" otherwise that would be perfect