tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48291737230424007322024-03-18T11:15:27.451-06:00Crustacean SinglesFind love at CrustaceanSingles.comCrustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.comBlogger4628125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-21495702262111500232024-03-18T11:14:00.000-06:002024-03-18T11:14:53.234-06:00Kurt McGurth<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4d2bgtXM4tQAqZKCR8FaHnA3X_-5G-AOmICRaEXYJAM5Inc6swnPzjImHU-KE83a0LFoiHJibwFNc4ELG501KkkteV4rg7XPFWKfm_qRDT5emyL32E_0tTP3P5swG8ByNUZfC_C39Kog-AoDomztbvNq2lUj0sH3bTJCy6U2iEPJlCof0hPALUqCodTk/s700/kurt%20mcgurth%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A person stands looking at the sky with a hand held over his heart. The background is a vivid sunset. "Kurt McGurth once saw a sunset so powerful, he knew in his heart it had fixed him, but that feeling was wrong."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4d2bgtXM4tQAqZKCR8FaHnA3X_-5G-AOmICRaEXYJAM5Inc6swnPzjImHU-KE83a0LFoiHJibwFNc4ELG501KkkteV4rg7XPFWKfm_qRDT5emyL32E_0tTP3P5swG8ByNUZfC_C39Kog-AoDomztbvNq2lUj0sH3bTJCy6U2iEPJlCof0hPALUqCodTk/s16000/kurt%20mcgurth%20-%20700w.png" title="I guess this is a thing I am doing now? CrustaceanSingles presents: Dramatis Personae" /></a></div><p></p><div class="" dir="auto" style="text-align: center;"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":Raleldakql9aqqd9emhpapd5aqH2:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>I guess this is a thing I am doing now? </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>CrustaceanSingles presents: </i>Dramatis Personae</span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-56555478403763725922024-03-17T08:58:00.006-06:002024-03-17T08:58:53.826-06:00All was not lost<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMPAkkbAlRZhvQFEGvjlUkomdDW1sz_aJ_cvqRhfnpboB8BhKUH-xMY0xoy3EWVC6kgyNgrKqvSHGGRex3WHbnNjelUm_uwD6RV9GBWMMDpFxd5uTvshhO4dlYbg4FOLQUB3kF4VPeMJviWG6NPOR0qg6jSnhmJ-U9bY-iafY86TsYUR5zc9GbetWFz4/s700/secret%20of%20the%20inner%20hat%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A person stands under the leafy canopy of tall, graceful trees. The person wears a top hat and, for the viewer's sake, a small cross-section inside the hat is shown: atop the wearer's head inside the top hat, a tiny bowler hat is also worn. Top caption: "All was not lost, thought Orlo. There was still the Secret of the Inner Hat."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMPAkkbAlRZhvQFEGvjlUkomdDW1sz_aJ_cvqRhfnpboB8BhKUH-xMY0xoy3EWVC6kgyNgrKqvSHGGRex3WHbnNjelUm_uwD6RV9GBWMMDpFxd5uTvshhO4dlYbg4FOLQUB3kF4VPeMJviWG6NPOR0qg6jSnhmJ-U9bY-iafY86TsYUR5zc9GbetWFz4/s16000/secret%20of%20the%20inner%20hat%20-%20700w.png" title="Every echo, every shadow seemed to tremble in the mysterious presence of its hidden possibility." /></a></div><p></p><p><i>Every echo, every shadow seemed to tremble in the mysterious presence of its hidden possibility.</i><br /></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-49737601670681847772024-03-16T12:36:00.001-06:002024-03-16T12:36:02.191-06:00Positive<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMc2ZNkAv4VjH3ydmBmkbQ2dcCsbYncvf7tBS4BRF2phsvRe72BTleoAVVELnV7QM4bGwLFloi_Bvcrd5G5euSnJGSrsOjtyY9WKsPShEa-YWrZHZ6PfpBtbZ6YMEM8_99kU6LcK9W2aQ5Y2nV-ZCbw3MxxMp2WB9zczBSRFfZiFpxLRxByV0AijT7VZY/s700/tested%20positive%20snake%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A doctor (wearing a nametag "Doctor Doctor MD") holds a clipboard and addressed a person with a snake biting their head who is sitting (the person, not the snake; the snake is just hanging there off the head) on an examination table. The doctor says, "You tested positive." In an inset frame in the bottom right, we zoom in on the snake and top of the person's head; the snake looks alarmed and says, "Oh no."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMc2ZNkAv4VjH3ydmBmkbQ2dcCsbYncvf7tBS4BRF2phsvRe72BTleoAVVELnV7QM4bGwLFloi_Bvcrd5G5euSnJGSrsOjtyY9WKsPShEa-YWrZHZ6PfpBtbZ6YMEM8_99kU6LcK9W2aQ5Y2nV-ZCbw3MxxMp2WB9zczBSRFfZiFpxLRxByV0AijT7VZY/s16000/tested%20positive%20snake%20-%20700w.png" title="Enjoy the cool, refreshing taste of ambiguity." /></a></div><br />Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-35895462612187992672024-03-15T11:07:00.002-06:002024-03-15T11:07:59.525-06:00Pipe dream again<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIPkWMCS3Oqw72ch4bVCDucaBymgRisQeK0HJIT-H66Vt8B9ZXzuN5PCIB5gCuZ-WmfutQEP-zd_cQL1Fbuqmd4T3No1SantAAvvC9vRqRA8GBIDF-IeYGt3dEskz57JtRvIKEQvYaP_m3mcVjsWqkD_R9jprDoWhdF__JTNeaKswfXD5K_JzHoAxzbY/s1701/pipe%20dream%20-%20large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A person tosses and turns asleep in a bed, muttering, "Treachery! The images!" Another person at the far end of the room says, "Havin' the pipe dream again, huh?" A thought bubble shows the dream, with the famous pipe from Magritte's The Treachery of Images with text reading "Ceci n'est pas un rêve" (This is not a dream)." border="0" data-original-height="1701" data-original-width="1701" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIPkWMCS3Oqw72ch4bVCDucaBymgRisQeK0HJIT-H66Vt8B9ZXzuN5PCIB5gCuZ-WmfutQEP-zd_cQL1Fbuqmd4T3No1SantAAvvC9vRqRA8GBIDF-IeYGt3dEskz57JtRvIKEQvYaP_m3mcVjsWqkD_R9jprDoWhdF__JTNeaKswfXD5K_JzHoAxzbY/w640-h640/pipe%20dream%20-%20large.png" title="Fill bucket on scanned fountain pen is fun if you enjoy things that look terrible (and if you don't, what are doing reading Crustacean Singles?)" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-71253426186353825242024-03-14T08:58:00.003-06:002024-03-14T08:58:49.881-06:00Cavorting cattle<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUslun-hDR35mpbMYTwWjZuyaPE34zejEIBYHY4jpycKIa7SrnPFV-kDcxTJVpUdEhNDLY1x5u_awifM6DphYfCly4WvtC8rrTmli4XGli9UvbN85lYFnBCgFSrCPcAfKonfTw8mq9Fwa_TGyEFAJwfsCo3br2Cka7EhWG9lM_orOVTlU6gousruFVTX8/s1701/cow%20fools%20-%20large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Two cows stand on their hind legs and act as jesters; one wears the classic hat with three curved tails and bells at the tips and holds a tambourine, while the other prances in a pointed hat and long curl-toed shoes. Caption: "Cow fools."" border="0" data-original-height="1701" data-original-width="1701" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUslun-hDR35mpbMYTwWjZuyaPE34zejEIBYHY4jpycKIa7SrnPFV-kDcxTJVpUdEhNDLY1x5u_awifM6DphYfCly4WvtC8rrTmli4XGli9UvbN85lYFnBCgFSrCPcAfKonfTw8mq9Fwa_TGyEFAJwfsCo3br2Cka7EhWG9lM_orOVTlU6gousruFVTX8/w640-h640/cow%20fools%20-%20large.png" title="I'm not sorry." width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-11516782348983800852024-03-13T06:23:00.005-06:002024-03-13T06:23:59.411-06:00A collection<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8fB-cymKw8U8At70hfYvsa4slrL7RshlkA6EB72kEbnUSraHyq38Vs0XiOSQlhoPYlFWG_htu2_e2oe29GKVsePkywt5bvFObzE7cezfbtGWGG7YRvfKWDYjzqrHBPlLkYM3RHY_AGMp_Hp1At7Tl_ORHFQtZkqtvKsRgeKY9G55seUvp1F155RjMwCY/s1743/phrenologist%20skulls%20-%20large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Two people are seen from behind, standing before an array of shelves. One person gestures at the contents of the shelves and the other holds a glass of pale brown liquid. On the lower shelves are books, a couple bottles with labels "Antifascist Juice" and the Antifascist logo of three downward left-pointing arrows, and a light cavalry sword accompanied by a plaque inscribed with the letters "WWJBD" (which stands for "What Would John Brown Do?"). The upper shelves hold various skulls, each of which is oddly shaped in some way; one has two lobes at the top reminiscent of a pair of buttocks, another has very close-set eye sockets and elongated canine teeth. The bottom caption reads, "You like 'em? Phrenologist skulls. Hunted 'em down myself." Some of the book spines are only partially legible, but here's as complete a description as I can offer, with titles separated by commas: Victory to Ukraine, The Conquest of Bread (real book & recommended reading), Rojava, Darfur, HC / HR, 1312, Rest in Piss Kissinger, Zero Billionaires, Prosecute J6 GOP, Solidarity, Abolition Everywhere, Land Back, No Excuse for Genocide, Freedom [in Arabic], BSD, Free Palestine, Antizionism is NOT Antisemitism. There could have been many other deserving causes and real books represented here, I know. Forgive me my many omissions; this was all off the top of my head." border="0" data-original-height="1743" data-original-width="1743" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8fB-cymKw8U8At70hfYvsa4slrL7RshlkA6EB72kEbnUSraHyq38Vs0XiOSQlhoPYlFWG_htu2_e2oe29GKVsePkywt5bvFObzE7cezfbtGWGG7YRvfKWDYjzqrHBPlLkYM3RHY_AGMp_Hp1At7Tl_ORHFQtZkqtvKsRgeKY9G55seUvp1F155RjMwCY/w640-h640/phrenologist%20skulls%20-%20large.png" title="Dangerously wrong ideas, yes, but not particularly dangerous game." width="640" /></a></div><span data-lexical-text="true"><i> Dangerously wrong ideas, yes, but not particularly dangerous game.</i></span><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-81740220108819453522024-03-12T06:37:00.002-06:002024-03-12T06:37:23.328-06:00Bona fides<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnx7a7p8itnJun9Ci-CyaRnIXX6vmqAaN7Svh_6bi30FpH2oP6DBNVUZeCGh8eTm2vLoLGQtrIpPvn2JS3IOSqgXv4NtlvC3dPLB5sRSazqXj8Ls68rPTc1BNO-RJ3iyeqZ_ib-6YNdCmTmIfkAKyaMu-jzc9njWwmeocW5p66g3OBTSI99iIYhin8ms/s1507/impostor%20studies%20-%20large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A patient sits on an examination table and asks, "You keep saying 'neuronurgy'... Are you even a real doctor?" The person in a white doctor's coat glances over a clipboard held up in one hand and replies, "No, but I did minor in impostor studies." On the wall in the background, a flier reading "Pls join study" with otherwise illegible text is pinned. Below that, another reads "Supporte greup" (support group). To the right, a medical diagram poster has a stick figure with superimposed brain and nervous system. The poster is labeled in some sort of pseudo-Dutch and French hybrid: "De broens & de neurfs of de huemmeun / Wat is de broen? En mizurabbel piel of neurns."" border="0" data-original-height="1507" data-original-width="1507" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnx7a7p8itnJun9Ci-CyaRnIXX6vmqAaN7Svh_6bi30FpH2oP6DBNVUZeCGh8eTm2vLoLGQtrIpPvn2JS3IOSqgXv4NtlvC3dPLB5sRSazqXj8Ls68rPTc1BNO-RJ3iyeqZ_ib-6YNdCmTmIfkAKyaMu-jzc9njWwmeocW5p66g3OBTSI99iIYhin8ms/w640-h640/impostor%20studies%20-%20large.png" title="There's no better way to prepare for a career, really. (I'm going to keep doing some of these in fountain pen, but I needed the ease of digital corrections today.)" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-10583188976105511332024-03-11T10:40:00.002-06:002024-03-11T10:40:24.528-06:00Soup that makes you act weird<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vSH9lZ_FTjQGWVNANAg6jQT9bgX61iN4wk-WP7OOdojS158PYcJXv3UI45DNUqVDK-G5_uTi_8ecpKlWDXbiXJsjUzXY56EE01LYYGg-jlmRTkr3UQRfXtfLic5vdphf3JFjA0LGPieqJzp8LFSn46uLTZjrp3Sl7qZRvVB0cAlx-7JiI3_g7rkNvi0/s700/bolivian%20marching%20chowder%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="One person says to another, "You've been acting so weird ever since you started eating that soup all the time. What *is* it?" The other, holding a steaming cup, grins a little manically and says, "The guy who sells it out of his van calls it 'Bolivian Marching Chowder'."" border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vSH9lZ_FTjQGWVNANAg6jQT9bgX61iN4wk-WP7OOdojS158PYcJXv3UI45DNUqVDK-G5_uTi_8ecpKlWDXbiXJsjUzXY56EE01LYYGg-jlmRTkr3UQRfXtfLic5vdphf3JFjA0LGPieqJzp8LFSn46uLTZjrp3Sl7qZRvVB0cAlx-7JiI3_g7rkNvi0/s16000/bolivian%20marching%20chowder%20-%20700w.png" title="The name of the soup has been an intrusive thought running through my head for days, so this is mostly an attempt to exorcise it." /></a></div><i>The name of the soup has been an intrusive thought running through my head for days, so this is mostly an attempt to exorcise it.</i><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-2218709426637889382024-03-10T11:01:00.001-06:002024-03-10T11:01:05.089-06:00Not just because<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhP2muEyFp6WeNx_2LRKAaaPCT944YpHgbZwSuAATQDHdIwFInMXPhXWdI2dUzufZNqgtjMgZC20KM1k2i-1jKya5sKclnAcfyZGR1IsSSalt-nCWqtf1NGBq7dkbd1PB0OKsoWoTyDA0roT4Ky-cRMIdnlbBiFwcPTz0377I8ldmM9AZ2_2hOepWwD8/s700/because%20I'm%20a%20demon%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A demonic figure, in the form of a corrupted member of the Ophanim with two wheel-like bands of eyes but with a chaotic mass of tentacles growing from the bottom, says, "I'm not just saying this because I'm a demon. I really do think you should kill your neighbors."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhP2muEyFp6WeNx_2LRKAaaPCT944YpHgbZwSuAATQDHdIwFInMXPhXWdI2dUzufZNqgtjMgZC20KM1k2i-1jKya5sKclnAcfyZGR1IsSSalt-nCWqtf1NGBq7dkbd1PB0OKsoWoTyDA0roT4Ky-cRMIdnlbBiFwcPTz0377I8ldmM9AZ2_2hOepWwD8/s16000/because%20I'm%20a%20demon%20-%20700w.png" title="It's a little spicier than usual today. Please remember not to do something just because a cool-looking demon says you should." /></a></div><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-43646408684762196632024-03-09T09:01:00.003-07:002024-03-09T09:01:26.794-07:00But how<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2VFdRz1-1CvbcAPQa_engf6n8yIS6iikg0jR8uGm0dxahAVImA7TCy7ve1C4jF1o7m8WKWY_rsobmJdYO604PRI0w0B0lBYV3akpm3PQyAKcOe0-KesIxX-B8l79znpj6-Ydy_J7hkSF3Yi88cEeFBbESPO4siNk7d9nBOvz2fVrCdDA49JTiwRsjpE/s700/how%20are%20you%20doing%20that%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="One person, standing on the floor, looks up in confusion at someone else who is walking on the ceiling. The first asks, "How are you doing that?" The other replies, "The trick is, I'm not. I'm only pretending."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2VFdRz1-1CvbcAPQa_engf6n8yIS6iikg0jR8uGm0dxahAVImA7TCy7ve1C4jF1o7m8WKWY_rsobmJdYO604PRI0w0B0lBYV3akpm3PQyAKcOe0-KesIxX-B8l79znpj6-Ydy_J7hkSF3Yi88cEeFBbESPO4siNk7d9nBOvz2fVrCdDA49JTiwRsjpE/s16000/how%20are%20you%20doing%20that%20-%20700w.png" title="In which I feel that I am being pranked by Certain Beings." /></a></div><br />Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-48303604749379032462024-03-08T09:48:00.003-07:002024-03-08T09:48:50.724-07:00Thank you for being here<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC6c0XRHPQD7c6GB-J1toDZRewHh-eMtQc_gMHwyl6rjpHhDMTOn_PXWHYeLLfN_wwSXpV3B9YR2AGTQsMFVhVY9_o_Ij2JXxs48qVyXCRLubzobZ_RMuyELkBDgICJad9zfzY3yEXD31BL65GlrRdnYY-qtaTKG-sU1y_DNMk2YAwyAUyTa5xQPvolIs/s1723/another%20day%20-%20large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="In the hollow of a low hill still ensconced in shadow as the dawn breaks in the sky beyond, Grambo crouches next to a round bird and says, "The bad news is, it's another day. / The good news is, we've still got each other."" border="0" data-original-height="1723" data-original-width="1723" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC6c0XRHPQD7c6GB-J1toDZRewHh-eMtQc_gMHwyl6rjpHhDMTOn_PXWHYeLLfN_wwSXpV3B9YR2AGTQsMFVhVY9_o_Ij2JXxs48qVyXCRLubzobZ_RMuyELkBDgICJad9zfzY3yEXD31BL65GlrRdnYY-qtaTKG-sU1y_DNMk2YAwyAUyTa5xQPvolIs/w640-h640/another%20day%20-%20large.png" title="Thank you for being here." width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-38330895818690839682024-03-07T16:59:00.007-07:002024-03-07T16:59:37.299-07:00Guaranteed<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UEDiJj8CAaIGZHxLxkMQZuyA1Upmcbrav_5Gq5dLfPsVCKYp6SWY_xeQA4ViMt81IyVirZUgzoVe3wUmXTY3C45QicsJjMefIrTtLRPQwv7O25NGWbfRiQKpcKPZPUq04Alqdkw0XsViCdZf9CFc_qjOEP-eywPppbvSYrx8iFrzJg8_3LOiy0X1ZIc/s1300/cloaca%20guarantee%20-%20large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt=""Your life is about to get a lot simpler. That's the Cloaca Guarantee!" says a bird. Then there's a link to ko-fi.com/crustaceansingles" border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="1300" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UEDiJj8CAaIGZHxLxkMQZuyA1Upmcbrav_5Gq5dLfPsVCKYp6SWY_xeQA4ViMt81IyVirZUgzoVe3wUmXTY3C45QicsJjMefIrTtLRPQwv7O25NGWbfRiQKpcKPZPUq04Alqdkw0XsViCdZf9CFc_qjOEP-eywPppbvSYrx8iFrzJg8_3LOiy0X1ZIc/w640-h502/cloaca%20guarantee%20-%20large.png" width="640" /></a></p><p>
</p><p style="font-family: quickclaw; font-size: 23.0pt; margin: 0in;">This spiritual
continuation of today's comic has been lingering in my mind all day, insisting
upon itself. I'm supposed to keep this kind of thing on my ko-fi and then link
to it on all the platforms, but then the algorithm punishes me for encouraging
you go offsite and anyway, this is important enough* that I want everyone to
see it.</p>
<p style="font-family: quickclaw; font-size: 23.0pt; margin: 0in;">* No I'm not a
paid shill for the Cloaca-Industrial Complex & I can't believe you would
accuse me of that.</p>
Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-56887377692172283932024-03-07T11:20:00.002-07:002024-03-07T11:20:59.031-07:00Why can't my life be simple<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Lz1q7j0qXul6JFrQpI5kXDdV_cvFAEayz1hbO7uzt3w4MGKg3Ax_zyTuB0LcANqBOOtyinq1jzPTFKrB9RvEY575__U9OxIh44RMPoKRTHsL1bTjazOJW27ufHUjqLfvQWZnXvHWX1rXi_OF_gij3fp4Jj2Si0Q4NAVKNgLb0z2RFaMvq5HNy_COhv0/s700/simple%20like%20yours%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A person crouches down next to a seabird and asks it, "Why can't my life be simple like yours?" The bird tilts its head way back and makes a sound transcribed as "ŋgɑwq". The person sighs "yeah..."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Lz1q7j0qXul6JFrQpI5kXDdV_cvFAEayz1hbO7uzt3w4MGKg3Ax_zyTuB0LcANqBOOtyinq1jzPTFKrB9RvEY575__U9OxIh44RMPoKRTHsL1bTjazOJW27ufHUjqLfvQWZnXvHWX1rXi_OF_gij3fp4Jj2Si0Q4NAVKNgLb0z2RFaMvq5HNy_COhv0/s16000/simple%20like%20yours%20-%20700w.png" title="I think about this conversation a lot." /></a></div><i>I think about this conversation a lot.</i><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-39821506563399376312024-03-06T12:27:00.001-07:002024-03-06T12:27:07.532-07:00Shortcut<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqbMUvGfTRr1t8t0vZXnaZlz70zLoVFO1KVGfe1PgxOtQqTONCLu1eN1oU4bHELcgG9YyxQBOuTbnG0I-5zvznIAPRGkHtHfGljZpZZbpb_hKhOoKgGudM5ufa-q6taAXbM9IWAxCq3YUWNyK-Pb1EyqMOAUILd2VfM9YSgqZVPa_Xhwk_k_e6qI4UZI/s700/shortcut%20through%20the%20forest%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A strange, antlered quadruped with the face of a human stick figure stands at the start of a path into a dark forest and says, "Would you say anyone knows you took a shortcut through the forest today?"" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqbMUvGfTRr1t8t0vZXnaZlz70zLoVFO1KVGfe1PgxOtQqTONCLu1eN1oU4bHELcgG9YyxQBOuTbnG0I-5zvznIAPRGkHtHfGljZpZZbpb_hKhOoKgGudM5ufa-q6taAXbM9IWAxCq3YUWNyK-Pb1EyqMOAUILd2VfM9YSgqZVPa_Xhwk_k_e6qI4UZI/s16000/shortcut%20through%20the%20forest%20-%20700w.png" title="Reusing art with new writing is better than posting a rerun is better than posting nothing is better than trying to force it when it's not possible (???)" /></a></div><p></p><p>
</p><p style="font-family: quickclaw; font-size: 23pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;">Reusing art with
new writing is better than posting a rerun is better than posting nothing is
better than trying to force it when it's not possible (???)</p>
<p style="font-family: quickclaw; font-size: 23pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"> </p>
<p style="font-family: quickclaw; font-size: 23pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;">See the origin of
the character <a href="http://www.crustaceansingles.com/2023/02/forest-passage.html" target="_blank">here</a>
(it's the same drawing)</p>
Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-32028014307521684352024-03-05T12:27:00.001-07:002024-03-05T12:27:04.203-07:00The plan<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG_jg1KwCDdMwiASr2hnc5ZaSQg_UpVpTFsNp3YLjA9J6x2v_hr46nUWP3DXBsvJFgKluhbQEytGpt672bEYfm7NMgxD0M2lnhpKnJhH1axslk61ze5g64vmrC_nV1OZ5mwWC1YaBOANhqBjVfVNL5szCYGMEuNjIbOBuX8LJZVMLlvvADPNeA_-H8-0/s700/according%20to%20plan%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Top caption: There is no plan. A person stretches out on a couch (you may know it as a sofa. Or a chesterfield? Does anyone really say that?), content and relaxed. Bottom caption: Everything is going according to plan." border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG_jg1KwCDdMwiASr2hnc5ZaSQg_UpVpTFsNp3YLjA9J6x2v_hr46nUWP3DXBsvJFgKluhbQEytGpt672bEYfm7NMgxD0M2lnhpKnJhH1axslk61ze5g64vmrC_nV1OZ5mwWC1YaBOANhqBjVfVNL5szCYGMEuNjIbOBuX8LJZVMLlvvADPNeA_-H8-0/s16000/according%20to%20plan%20-%20700w.png" title="Step one: cancel all plans other than The Plan." /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-34128700771583777262024-03-04T12:14:00.003-07:002024-03-04T12:14:54.613-07:00Weird dream<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgklsngT5JutL-wRZj3coV3sNeI2afFZBDjcn7SY776-qAsO3v2MXpc4KcMBHnWxwgmgq8SjiHBOg974gTk2Rm0RcwYmK25pQmp66GtBJkLqGt2BHN21RosilmciPHhaFQtwB5Ec16-r400oLQSH1-pN7o37G1PW7IkTB5lHIty76Mha7zL7XqjiD6E4/s700/dream%20ended%20here%20I%20was%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="One person sits in a cage suspended by a chain over a fire. They are smiling and saying, "And then when the dream ended, here I was, telling you about it." The person they're speaking to, presumably their captor, listens with a perplexed expression and folded arms." border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgklsngT5JutL-wRZj3coV3sNeI2afFZBDjcn7SY776-qAsO3v2MXpc4KcMBHnWxwgmgq8SjiHBOg974gTk2Rm0RcwYmK25pQmp66GtBJkLqGt2BHN21RosilmciPHhaFQtwB5Ec16-r400oLQSH1-pN7o37G1PW7IkTB5lHIty76Mha7zL7XqjiD6E4/s16000/dream%20ended%20here%20I%20was%20-%20700w.png" title="I have been on the phone all day trying to get my first delivery of the latest & greatest injectable bone-hurting juice (MS drug) without spending eight thousand freedom bucks a month (and yes it is very messed up that my auditory processing disorder and I just had to power through the very inaccessible medium of highly compressed audio in this twenty-first century) and so anyway, to conclude this oversharing rant, here is some nonsense straight from my drafting notebook." /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> I have been on the phone all day trying to get my first delivery of the
latest & greatest injectable bone-hurting juice (MS drug) without
spending eight thousand freedom bucks a month (and yes it is very messed
up that my auditory processing disorder and I just had to power through
the very inaccessible medium of highly compressed audio in this
twenty-first century) and so anyway, to conclude this oversharing rant,
here is some nonsense straight from my drafting notebook.</p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-33495590220480713922024-03-03T11:36:00.003-07:002024-03-03T11:36:36.060-07:00Welcome to Hell!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkL0qFJjM_eDClY5_yVYOOqzy74QfbzjTPlI-9A7vVlSJlIs8syjdxIv6dyBGu_OaSTWUrQv1JVfQIRIJ73XSkyTepSXLQnDmBheCemHwLSvZ_5G5lXSxP5tCLFzEeO4x7Hof32uR80f5rCafGykxpdrVYK9f62ysnXdJPCg0tDAztb0kGy-XrlWSYPCo/s700/hell%20orientation%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Just take a seat wherever." border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkL0qFJjM_eDClY5_yVYOOqzy74QfbzjTPlI-9A7vVlSJlIs8syjdxIv6dyBGu_OaSTWUrQv1JVfQIRIJ73XSkyTepSXLQnDmBheCemHwLSvZ_5G5lXSxP5tCLFzEeO4x7Hof32uR80f5rCafGykxpdrVYK9f62ysnXdJPCg0tDAztb0kGy-XrlWSYPCo/s16000/hell%20orientation%20-%20700w.png" title="A cartoonish devil, with horns, digitigrade legs ending in hooves, and a pitchfork stands with one hoof on a skull. There are stalactites and stalagmites. The devil is smiling warmly and says, "Welcome to Hell! Our records indicate this will be similar to your time on Earth, but please pay attention at orientation. Our demons worked hard on their presentations!"" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-13690315086117063502024-03-02T09:37:00.002-07:002024-03-02T09:37:40.234-07:00Cool accent<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcEtneW__56Tajy5zDku7BbNZGT0mv2N_zdJo1HNydZMm0VmyqG2LxeuDEwXeRUQ0mkgaZxIqh4Gohj4Gg5_4g6imz3IT7tF8aG592GL-qoLC95sgNQGslUSJJy1FkIfhn9bE1Hw1jV-6BKTD3yDh-lLlOX1f8-o-qE1zBpWggJlMU9gcQgv6yMDvij8/s700/cool%20accent%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Title: A True Story. One person, friendly and interested, says to another: "Cool accent! Where's that from?" The other replies with a rueful smile: "Brain damage." Around this second person's head is a sort of halo crossed with a labyrinth drawn in awkward lines, because I am a serious artist." border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcEtneW__56Tajy5zDku7BbNZGT0mv2N_zdJo1HNydZMm0VmyqG2LxeuDEwXeRUQ0mkgaZxIqh4Gohj4Gg5_4g6imz3IT7tF8aG592GL-qoLC95sgNQGslUSJJy1FkIfhn9bE1Hw1jV-6BKTD3yDh-lLlOX1f8-o-qE1zBpWggJlMU9gcQgv6yMDvij8/s16000/cool%20accent%20-%20700w.png" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x16tdsg8 xdpxx8g" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span data-lexical-text="true"> Real things people have said to me: "It sounds like you're an American who grew up at an embassy in Europe or something. / Is that a Canadian dialect? / Are you from one of those little islands off the coast of New England...? / It's gotta be one of the Commonwealth countries, right?"</span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true"> (It's currently *mostly* hyperarticulation to compensate for the brain damage.)</span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true"> (For the record, I don't really mind. I have a linguistics background & a front-row seat to witness a very interesting catastrophe.)</span></span></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-2853701610777341762024-03-01T10:36:00.007-07:002024-03-01T10:36:52.424-07:00It's getting away<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJggRozaPOy2JSlTpXB_OtnqVbOcJBHd2kMivTkw2MoR7BF6mGl93r3PBHBTuKFN0P-nuqzbg3BIy0Vtzn_EK_Iehy49npaxiLjacaJ750kwA7i1GMgmBFuBG4BkVpsC0ZAhWxxkdxrwpHM5lyAHdFMCMBLkg9lFHBwaovuO3t9bzlIauTn2eItJQIxs/s700/stream%20of%20consciousness%20running%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A person sits on the ground in an approximately meditative pose, eyes shut serenely, and says, "Is your stream of consciousness running? / Better go catch it!" A bird sitting on a rock listens, confused." border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJggRozaPOy2JSlTpXB_OtnqVbOcJBHd2kMivTkw2MoR7BF6mGl93r3PBHBTuKFN0P-nuqzbg3BIy0Vtzn_EK_Iehy49npaxiLjacaJ750kwA7i1GMgmBFuBG4BkVpsC0ZAhWxxkdxrwpHM5lyAHdFMCMBLkg9lFHBwaovuO3t9bzlIauTn2eItJQIxs/s16000/stream%20of%20consciousness%20running%20-%20700w.png" title="I think I'd like a refund on these meditation lessons." /></a></div> <p></p><p><i><span style="font-size: medium;">I
think I'd like a refund on these meditation lessons.</span></i></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-77596271263727238372024-02-29T07:45:00.001-07:002024-02-29T07:45:14.227-07:00One bottle left<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkgtArtw17BX81swIiFPyQtE733gsUZpAV6FkoF9c3zgiJVZsJpcGK_-dzmdT-DLbq-g9h5aEhjk12DfQfndTbuiJK9QLVMKtV3flECf7o83F3eJH6SV5FRttqQd2-bW-DQpQwBMreaIu3XlB52HIYxlP1cFnnkVEGpPIfoXU-xoYWeOqX1zngwGVwj4/s700/the%20final%20juice%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Panel 1 of 4: A stick figure viewed from the chest up smiles and says, "Juice time." Panel 2 of 4: The same figure crouches before an opened refrigerator, looking and reaching for a the back of a shelf and thinking, "One bottle left at the back. Passed over every time before It is your turn at last." Visible on the door shelf of the fridge are some bottles, one marked with a plus-minus symbol and another with an ampersand, and two jars appearing to contain a forked gherkin and kalamata olives respectively. On the top shelf, a container marked "dubious paste" and a jug labeled "ilk minus". Panel 3 of 4: A closeup: the figure's hand holds a bottle of dark purple juice with a dark purple-grey label reading "The Final Juice". Panel 4 of 4: The view returns to chest up of the figure, who now frowns with a hand pensively rested on their chin and says, "Ehhh...not that thirsty." END" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkgtArtw17BX81swIiFPyQtE733gsUZpAV6FkoF9c3zgiJVZsJpcGK_-dzmdT-DLbq-g9h5aEhjk12DfQfndTbuiJK9QLVMKtV3flECf7o83F3eJH6SV5FRttqQd2-bW-DQpQwBMreaIu3XlB52HIYxlP1cFnnkVEGpPIfoXU-xoYWeOqX1zngwGVwj4/s16000/the%20final%20juice%20-%20700w.png" title="Thanks for joining me on this juiceposting journey. Tomorrow I return to the wilderness, resuming my usual wanderings until I find the next obsession. BUT—! Over the last month, I drafted many, many more adventures in juice. I am going to compile them, along with the dailies I've posted & various notes & commentaries, into a small book or zine. I'm going to aim for a digital version on a pay-what-you want basis and see if I can even manage that much. A stretch goal would be to produce a limited run of physical copies to sell or trade. If you want to help make that happen, here are some things you can do: 1) comment something to the effect of "do it do it DO IT" / 2) deliver a small monetary encouragement at ko-fi.com/CrustaceanSingles / 3) send me any Juice That Makes You Less of A Disaster you may have lying about. Thanks for reading." /></a></div><p></p><p class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x16tdsg8 xdpxx8g" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span data-lexical-text="true">Thanks for joining me on this juiceposting journey. Tomorrow I return to the wilderness, resuming my usual wanderings until I find the next obsession. </span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true">BUT—!</span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true">Over the last month, I drafted many, many more adventures in juice. I am going to compile them, along with the dailies I've posted & various notes & commentaries, into a small book or zine. I'm going to aim for a digital version on a pay-what-you want basis and see if I can even manage that much. A stretch goal would be to produce a limited run of physical copies to sell or trade.</span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true">If you want to help make that happen, here are some things you can do: 1) comment something to the effect of "do it do it DO IT" / 2) deliver a small monetary encouragement at </span><a class="x1fey0fg xmper1u x1edh9d7 xdpxx8g" dir="ltr" href="https://www.facebook.com/CrustaceanSingles/ko-fi.com/CrustaceanSingles"><span data-lexical-text="true">ko-fi.com/CrustaceanSingles</span></a><span data-lexical-text="true"> / 3) send me any Juice That Makes You Less of A Disaster you may have lying about.</span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true">Thanks for reading.</span></span></p><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-39587175937214712972024-02-28T08:44:00.003-07:002024-02-28T08:44:14.427-07:00Merely<div><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBPJFtXOPFSUuOvS36OCYYeo1Cf7CF-awQspkKvYA0kGPy5Xzuw-2BafPjQFOSQhu2sNEU6thPa8dOnJlSN_rZj8rbtOHUu4Ip9GeqNX0YsQK1UqvW0nnrYL0J1yRNoe8p-8WgiVS9ntNijRld82LaXQdxeRh4PPp1qnCJwOk2YYqxPe8Sv5WgSWAOoQ/s700/just%20juice%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Panel 1 of 2: One person stands at a table, pouring juice from a bottle labeled 'juice' into one of two glasses on the table, and asks another person at the opposite side of the table, "Hey, you want some of this juice?" The other looks interested but wary and asks, "I dunno...what does it do to you?" Panel 2 of 2: Same scene. The first replies, "'What does it do to you?' It's just juice. You drink it." The other answers, a little annoyed, "That's all? Why bother?"" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBPJFtXOPFSUuOvS36OCYYeo1Cf7CF-awQspkKvYA0kGPy5Xzuw-2BafPjQFOSQhu2sNEU6thPa8dOnJlSN_rZj8rbtOHUu4Ip9GeqNX0YsQK1UqvW0nnrYL0J1yRNoe8p-8WgiVS9ntNijRld82LaXQdxeRh4PPp1qnCJwOk2YYqxPe8Sv5WgSWAOoQ/s16000/just%20juice%20-%20700w.png" title="If it doesn't show you a world where you don't exist, or make you speak in riddles, or with a little luck turn you into one or more birds, what's even the point?" /></a></div><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><i> <br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">If
it doesn't show you a world where you don't exist, or make you speak in
riddles, or with a little luck turn you into one or more birds, what's
even the point?</span></i></span></div>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-33851851809416034042024-02-27T08:40:00.000-07:002024-02-27T08:40:11.597-07:00Moving on<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VVCEuMxQv4XyV0vtj_FNEYDQNwgUMm0vffYy8yIRnd6Y8PnliBbMNC4T-qMuw4_8fmb0eastCkl6jipxgmmJgrv5UetHLDK7IV3meFo14CG00WXBIIXFAjrO0NcQASDhLxv3vk51ByFBbBNjwPLTMoR2RBBaNEjhQAWcpN-PBK02RT1K-u_CaSeyKB8/s700/juice%20that%20helps%20you%20move%20on%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Panel 1 of 3: a hand holds a bottle. The label reads "Juice that helps you move on". Panel 2 of 3: A stick figure tips the bottle with a blank expression and thinks, "Here goes nothing..." Panel 3 of 3: The figure holds the bottle and stares blankly past it. The space behind them is occupied by a large thought bubble. At the top of the thought bubble, a bird says, "We can't be friends anymore" in hand-lettered text; a memory. Below this, the words, "It happened. It was bad. It is over now and I am not."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VVCEuMxQv4XyV0vtj_FNEYDQNwgUMm0vffYy8yIRnd6Y8PnliBbMNC4T-qMuw4_8fmb0eastCkl6jipxgmmJgrv5UetHLDK7IV3meFo14CG00WXBIIXFAjrO0NcQASDhLxv3vk51ByFBbBNjwPLTMoR2RBBaNEjhQAWcpN-PBK02RT1K-u_CaSeyKB8/s16000/juice%20that%20helps%20you%20move%20on%20-%20700w.png" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x16tdsg8 xdpxx8g" style="text-align: center;"><span data-lexical-text="true"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Am I ready? Is there such a thing?</span></i></span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true">(I've made a version with the top of the third panel's thought bubble cleared and transparent for your editing convenience: https://ko-fi.com/i/IW7W8UZI7P. Consider this an invitation.)</span></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-86647419569580416142024-02-26T11:07:00.004-07:002024-02-26T11:07:34.372-07:00Anger<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9bSyA1xJegUE5JGnWqu7CXxI5f5sStiZ6QXmA4XhWFlJqYfdiOHCylY-8kuezJzqmphgnf7g7lomFS5T1QbKCY47DDO-cV-Vzaaiz-p1YXwXYJkouZo6KpZh7vvzv8WErGRn4SdYZYWDaLvWFaUBYMpyZRF1M5323hg5CMZMQUciAAHlQGjh67CMAkc/s700/irascible%20juice%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Panel 1 of 3: a bottle sits on a table. The label reads "Irascible juice". Panel 2 of 3: a stick figure has drunk the contents of the bottle and, with an angry face, thinks, "Ugh! Spicy *and* bitter?" Panel 3 of 3: A second figure asks, "What does 'irascible' mean?" The first replies, "I don't know and I a very angry about it."" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9bSyA1xJegUE5JGnWqu7CXxI5f5sStiZ6QXmA4XhWFlJqYfdiOHCylY-8kuezJzqmphgnf7g7lomFS5T1QbKCY47DDO-cV-Vzaaiz-p1YXwXYJkouZo6KpZh7vvzv8WErGRn4SdYZYWDaLvWFaUBYMpyZRF1M5323hg5CMZMQUciAAHlQGjh67CMAkc/s16000/irascible%20juice%20-%20700w.png" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-71776084520417181802024-02-25T07:37:00.001-07:002024-02-25T07:37:11.585-07:00Bottled sky<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXux7RzawnMJfv4oHVCvhF_wgcr_RBBG7Sl_0tkjChrTLa8r9mEbqibtYxOofoI4tKmyYWa2sAe072ukJqHwXNyF9WU1nNHAfmONANfApC-4qZZm5j3YWkuVu2GBWW-bfyYgF9Prt__hgiqSHHaNZRx07-WZyKitciiGCjEWm0Li0GoEc351CWPa5OJn4/s1585/magritte%20sky%20juice.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Depicted is the shape of a glass bottle on a table. Instead of the glass material, label, or contents, the outline of the bottle is like a hole in its own scene, one behind which is seen a landscape painting, more or less realistic according to my abilities. A flat, dark ocean occupies no more than a tenth of the bottle's volume at the bottom, above which is a sky full of fluffy clouds. This is all intended to resemble the style and themes of Magritte's work without copying any one painting and in keeping with the theme of bottles of juice that I've been constraining myself to this month. Oh, and also there's some writing carved into the table: "AL (heart with a '7' in it) SM". It's unrelated to the rest of the image." border="0" data-original-height="1585" data-original-width="1585" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXux7RzawnMJfv4oHVCvhF_wgcr_RBBG7Sl_0tkjChrTLa8r9mEbqibtYxOofoI4tKmyYWa2sAe072ukJqHwXNyF9WU1nNHAfmONANfApC-4qZZm5j3YWkuVu2GBWW-bfyYgF9Prt__hgiqSHHaNZRx07-WZyKitciiGCjEWm0Li0GoEc351CWPa5OJn4/w640-h640/magritte%20sky%20juice.png" title="DRINK? Y/N (Turns out I wasn't done with Magritte. I'm never done with Magritte.)" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x16tdsg8 xdpxx8g" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span data-lexical-text="true">DRINK? Y/N</span><br /><span data-lexical-text="true">(Turns out I wasn't done with Magritte. I'm never done with Magritte.)</span></span></p><p></p><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4829173723042400732.post-60946995091660134512024-02-24T10:32:00.004-07:002024-02-24T10:32:45.912-07:00Forming<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFIeV_dmu6F6ns8oJCT2KLybSiqi555Vra1ET5CW81J-WQa8ENRzGF5uzaeUGH-b4cA7AnCoJx2NCa2lcUEh37QSoRJAGjSntboWO5JcMXqo0jZFeTsvpxXj46NBgzWsz-saY7Kmvr5fMLodIN8l5SUcjGaPxPLTlPTvv78nCCIsyDwisrwhFkcPSbIk/s700/reconfiguration%20juice%20-%20700w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Panel 1 of 3: a bottle sits on a table. The label reads "Reconfiguration juice". Panel 2 of 3: a stick figure drinks the contents of the bottle and thinks, "Might be nice..." Panel 3 of 3: The first figure now has a combined head and body in the shape of a melting blob, with both arms and legs emerging from the bottom. A second figure, this one gigantic with a happy monster face and clawed hands says, "Pretty great stuff, huh?"" border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFIeV_dmu6F6ns8oJCT2KLybSiqi555Vra1ET5CW81J-WQa8ENRzGF5uzaeUGH-b4cA7AnCoJx2NCa2lcUEh37QSoRJAGjSntboWO5JcMXqo0jZFeTsvpxXj46NBgzWsz-saY7Kmvr5fMLodIN8l5SUcjGaPxPLTlPTvv78nCCIsyDwisrwhFkcPSbIk/s16000/reconfiguration%20juice%20-%20700w.png" title="Yuuup." /></a></div><br /><p></p>Crustacean Singleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718620157143744418noreply@blogger.com0