This is One of the Reasons I Stopped Painting

I mean, other than the obvious reason I give people; that the Muses have permanently left the building.

Digital art is something that's fascinated me since its infancy. I suppose I should have tried to get into it back in the day,  but I never seemed to have the necessary computing hardware or the funds available to purchase a digitizing tablet which was a requirement to do anything serious. (I mean, have you ever tried drawing with a mouse?)  Now that I do have the means to get what I need, I'm so hopelessly out of touch with the medium that I get flummoxed by simply opening Adobe Illustrator. I have a very basic knowledge of Photoshop – mostly photo retouching and creating simple, text-based images, but nowhere near the level of expertise used to create the images above.

Also, my particular painting style is now a filter available through any number of graphics programs, so…why bother?

A new initiative at work—being pushed by the new boss—is professional development. Before COVID hit and the world shut down, I was scheduled to take some beginner Illustrator classes, but that fell by the wayside. Now, apprently it's not considered "essential to my job," so it's not happening.

So if push comes to shove and there's no way of avoiding training, I'm going to opt for some additional Microsoft fucking Sharepoint crap since our entire web presence is based on it and my immediate supervisor—who has a hard-on for the platform—insists on assigning me tickets related to it because I "need to get up to speed."

Yeah, whatever.

Speaking of that, as of our last team meeting in regards to this initiative, I'm supposed to be focusing on my personal "career trajectory." Honey, my career trajectory consists of getting the fuck out of there and retiring in something like 945 work days.

Yes, I'm counting.

Sorry, I didn't mean for this to turn into a work rant.

(BTW, the artwork above is by Tim Razumovsky.)

Happy Saturday

I can feel the cool breeze across my face.

We had a storm—well, several storms—move through last night. The light show was spectacular and we got a good drenching as well. It seems that this year the monsoon is making up for the past couple where it was nominally absent. I understand that Tucson (about an hour and a half to the southeast) has gotten more rain this year than they have as long as they've been recording it. Phoenix as well seems unusually wet this year, something I am definitely not complaining about—even if the humidity is insufferable the day after those storms move through.

 

More rain is predicted for this evening, followed by a good chance of more the middle of next week. Should I wash the car tomorrow to seal the deal on that?

Aren't They All?

Over summer school, Ben was dealing with a difficult student who was named Damien. Yes, Damien. And from what I heard, he lived up to his name 100%.