I Like Working At Plant Store. Sometimes You Ring Up Someone And There's A Slug On Their Plant And So

If you’re being questioned about a murder by one of those hobbyist detectives. it is an absolute rule that you have to be washing the dishes or pruning some plants while talking, so that when they finally get around to asking a pointed question about where you were at the time of the murder you can freeze for a second with a knife in your hand. It’s enrichment for them you gotta understand. They thrive off of red herrings, it’s their favorite treat, so even if you have a rock solid alibi and weren’t involved with the murder at all you have to give them some reason to be suspicious of you. It’s what friends are for.

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Silly bugs

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THE ULTIMATE PAINTER

ai art is like being a runner and youre excited for a marathon and youre training and then someone comes up and says 'why not use this new 'car tech' it can drive you to the finish line and youll have run the marathon without that pesky running'. then theyre confused when you say no and run instead

its just this really strange fundamental misunderstanding of art and expression. the bizarre idea (usually from those without the capacity to find their own inner artist) thinking THE ULTIMATE PAINTER would no longer have to paint but instead have a room full of finished works

let god grant us a pope who doubts.

once again my favorite movie of the year has gone home without a best picture oscar and i am once AGAIN making it everyone's problem

instagram / inprnt

rejoice!! something cardinal tedesco and bellini can agree upon😄

I've got a lot of interest in zombie apocalypse stories and how they handle depictions of grief and mourning, PLEASE EAT ME WHEN I DIE is my mini pitch idea about two sisters in a dead world.

Have we adopted Inigo Montoya as the patron saint of artists who don’t use AI yet?

Not a big fan of people who don’t want to pay artists for their work.

Big fan of practicing and honing one’s craft.

Always keeping an eye out for the six-fingered man.

“Disco baby, straight disco. Your soul is immense.”