Don’t you mean desert? No. Dessert is better.

The innernet told me it was Jean Guyot’s birthday. I’m going to wish him a very Happy Birthday right now. You should do so as well.

No, I didn’t make up a nickname for him. He’s a goddamn French nuclear physicist named Jean Guyot. He needs no nickname to make him cooler.

Yesterday started at 5am. Not 5:30am like normal. I just woke up half an hour before the alarm. Because I’m a crazy person. Since I’m a crazy person, my first thought of the day was “I wonder if Shamrock still has any of the dinosaur paintings from his master thesis show because I would really like to have one.”

Crazy person.

So, I messaged him. The paintings are all over the place now, you know, a decade later. But he agreed to paint me a new one. Because he was contacted at 5 in the fucking morning about a dinosaur painting. A person asking for a dinosaur painting at 5 in the morning gets whatever he wants just so long as he shuts up.

The rest of the day fell into line with all of that nicely.

I’ve got to get a small case for my camera. It keeps getting turned on in my backpack and killing the battery. Nothing is shittier than being all like “I’m gonna take a picture now with my camera.” and the camera being all like “BATTERY EXHAUSTED.” Dick.

Last night I proofed case five of my ornaments (“Fauna”). Halfway there. Five more cases to go. Here’s a small sample of the treasures within the animal ornaments:

Yeah.

I’ve got some good stuff.

Today, I’m hoping to print at least one of the remaining five cases. Hopefully more. Won’t that be nice?

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC