Magic Dog

  Oh god... please kill me. Hm... much better but hardly perfect. Hmm... As you can see, I've been trying to make low poly heads in my art style... for better or worse. This is cringe. I am aware.

  Walls? Yeah, working on walls it seems. Took me a while to understand how anything worked. Asking the internet did not help. But it turns out that the orgin of objects you make in Crocotile is set when you make the object, and wherever your crosshairs are at the time. Well, this took... 6 hours. Whew. But I'm still working on it. Figured out about high graphics texture so I can fix the colors. The colors are now accurate.

It just is. Its all pollution.

Long story short. I am pretty neurodivergent. It prevents me from doing normal things I need to do. I don't take care of my health, I don't take care of my car. I need to take care of my room and my office. And I only make enough money in this rapidly increasing economy to barely survive. I need to motivate myself into doing more commissions and more art for money. I need to motivate myself into taking care of my car. But it is hard. Harder than it has any right to be. And I don't understand why. I don't know why any of this is so damn difficult. There is no reason for it to be difficult like this. It just is. Why am I so broken? Distractions are also a dime a dozen. Social media, and the News keeps me from enjoying life or doing what need to be done  i have a lot great projects that need my attention. But my phone demands more. Going to have to start limiting my phone time for real. I do make it worth my time by watching educational stuff a lot of times, as well as gam...

  Who even knows where this is going. Actually like the darker color better than this., on the ground level. Depression is hitting me hard though. Not going to do too much today I think.

So Charlie Kirk was shot in the neck and killed by a gun. Today is September 11th. Tomorrow is Nintendo Direct. I am just saying these things for historical posterity. *** Being a Millennial is wild. For sure. Irony, Post Irony, Sarcasm. What even makes sense anymore? I don't know. But you aren't reading this blog because you want philosophy – or my feelings. Too bad, you are going to get some of that. But I will semi-promise I will keep in mind your time. Lets get onto it... *** Check this shit out. A store. Made of 3D objects that I drew and made. A different view. Wet floor sign? Sode Soda? An ATM? Ice Machine for Outside. A claw Machine? I want to see how far I take this. Time to buckle up.