Who is in the mood for depressed astronauts?
Lindsay’s ‘unrelenting necessity’
Sometimes I reblog my own Space Zine posts because THAT’S WHAT I DO. LOOK AT MY ART. REMEMBER WHEN I WAS COOL AND MADE STUFF? THE DATE ON THAT IS DECEMBER OF 2009.
I’m a failure, guys.
Just like this astronaut.
My old job made me cry all the time, but I had a manager who was pretty cool.
One day after he found out I was an ‘artist’, he walked over to my cubicle gave me a disembodied baby doll head.
It was from his dog’s old chew toy. The dog had finally done the baby doll in and my manager really wanted this baby doll head to look like a zombie.
The same day that I handed in my resignation, I also gave my manager this zombie-fied baby doll head.
So, this is the creepy zombie head I painted back in August.
Also, you should totally do me a solid and follow Space Zine’s tumblr. It’s a tumblr we all made for my friend group’s little zine we do sometimes….
and i dunno, there is a part of me that feels proud of that tumblr for absolutely no reason at all so (the distinct lack of a ‘life’ is why… JUST SAYING. SORRY FOR PARTYIN’. )
My friend (we’ll call him B) and I regularly spend holidays texting each other back and forth trying to top each other’s ridiculous family antics. His fam is more openly aggressive while mine opts for the passive approach. We first learned that we hated holidays when I told him to be thankful because I was trimming my massive bush. (Consequently, Thanksgiving always reminds me to perform this task.)
So SPACE ZINE the zine I contribute to has an online componate now.
We’d love it if you followed us. Here is a story my dear friend wrote about the holidays in the woods in kentucky.
The lentil chicken soup I made last night is really good.
It’s so cheap to bake a whole chicken. It’s gonna happen a lot more around these parts. Nom.
Gonna go make chicken salad out of the leftovers. Yum forever.