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13
Dec
19

The Birthday Tay Parade -bonus round-

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This is only a test of the WordPress scheduling system.  If this is not a real emergency, it will work and post these images on Tay Swift’s official birthday (as far as I know it).  Again, this is only a test…but these images won’t likely appear, again, elsewhere.

[Wishful thinking, perhaps.]

[How about those for riddles wrapped up in a picture? 🙂  Can you figure them out?]

Happy birthday, Tay!

Mwah!

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Huzzah.  The scheduling tool/option worked, this time.  I guess I will do my best to be more prompt with my birthday wishes in the near future.  Or, at least, I’ll post some pieces before and schedule others.  Now, if only people were as quick to notice/appreciate my previous birthday posts.  I guess people search by the newest/day posted and ignore the older stuff until…what? three days later.  I hope you, Tay, get to see all of my hard work.

10
Dec
19

Happy Birthday, Tay Swift! Week 5

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So, this is it, the week to celebrate.   The special day is not far away.  [And, another special day is even closer.]  Let’s put together the pieces from the past few weeks.

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In case anyone is wondering, the odd texture to the above and certain other prints is intended to make the pieces look like paper placemats you’d find at a café/diner, to go with the ad images.  The above also features typical “leftovers” from a café visit, the ketchup and mustard residue, toast crumbs and coffee cup stain.

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FIND OUT, NEXT WEEK, AS THE BIRTHDAY TAY PARADE CONTINUES!!

And, now, some special presents for the birthday gal and her fellow adoring fans.

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Happy birthday, Tay!

You’re something special in this world.

And, I hope I can always treasure you.

Sincerely, a very inspired artist who would love to create and travel this universe with you,

Writingbolt

 

06
Dec
19

The Birthday Tay Parade, Week 4

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One more round of the Masked Artist pieces.  Let’s hear it for…the ice cream scooper gal.

Next week, we put the past three weeks together and see what we get.  And, I’ll be posting some special presents for the birthday gal, including some pieces for her next big movie debut.  The movie pieces, whether or not they debut next week, will be posted the following week as the parade continues through Christmas.

27
Nov
19

The Birthday Tay Parade, Week 3

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I recently saw a commercial for the new Cats movie (the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical in movie form); and while I am a bit turned off by the male cast–to the point that I was hasty to refuse seeing the movie at first notice–I saw how fab Tay looked in action and Judy Dench and Rebel Wilson, who I also like…and I guess I am torn and excited at the same time.  I am very tempted to see it and hoping the men don’t make me want to puke or scream in disgust.

Ehem.  But, other than that…

Continuing with my previous post, here’s more of the Masked Artist work.  Let’s hear it for…the Bartender.

I put her at four different movie theaters, each featuring Cats (making use of my Taylorcats logo from a previous post, as well) and a slightly unique ticket-counter person/response with her own uniform variation.  Meh.  Well, it amused me, anyway.

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And, this was the general/first theater design option, in which you get the Savor card “shpeel.”

And, if you cannot get enough cats…

Well, she has a lot of cats, here.  Can you hear the music?  The moonlight calling?

 

 

 

 

 

19
Nov
19

The Birthday Tay Parade, Week 2

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I’m jumping ahead; I am intending on posting new pieces each Friday, even after the (first of two) special day(s).  But, I guess I cannot wait (and cannot be sure I’ll get the time this Friday).  So, enjoy these a little early.

I’m sending out invites (to a fantasy party)…

…and enclosing the first pieces of a three-part puzzle I will call…The Masked Artist.

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Let’s hear it for…the waitress (and all the variations of the image I crafted).

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11
Nov
19

Happy Birthday, Karen Gillan (in advance)

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Lately, I don’t know when I’ll be here, at WordPress.  And, I don’t quite trust the scheduling tool since my last issues with it.  So, I am taking up my bow and firing a quick arrow to ensure this thought and artwork gets to the lovely gal’s eyeballs and heart on time.

I noticed she’s got a sequel coming out on the birthday of another special someone in my eyes.  So, I decided to capitalize on that a bit with this small flood of digital pieces.  [I couldn’t narrow down my variations.]

Without further ado…

Happy birthday, Karen!  [Officially Nov. 28, as far as I know.]

Enjoy.

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27
Sep
19

Are You a True Friend/Ally or ‘Expectator’?

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ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?!

This…is…Spart–  Oh, wait.  Wrong movie.  But, it did deliver the same impact-ful question/vibe.

Are you a spectator or the leading role receiving your fill of expectations?…or both?  Or, maybe you just don’t care, either way; your life is a combination of labor and minimal social entertainment, routine and not worth thinking on this level…you’re basically a pack animal.

I had this thought, this morning.  I have received plenty of expectations from people over my lifetime.  I’ve been told how smart and talented I am and what I should do with my life more often I can count.  But, I can probably count on my two hands how many “angels” I’ve met, people who really stepped up to be a friend…however tragically short that time with me was.

And, that, ladies and gents, and boys and girls of all ages, is what my life really boils down to…my productivity has been lacking due to a lack of support, acceptance and assistance.  If you get by without much of that, then maybe I’m just not like you.  Or, maybe you don’t realize what you have.  I know what I have…I just don’t feel it’s enough to make me live nearly up to the expectations I receive.  I live my life, feeling like a disappointment, no matter how I pitch myself…until I tell myself to turn a blind ear (and eye) to those who pitch expectations and just do my own thing…but doing my own thing hasn’t exactly been fruitful because it’s very lonely.

And, all introvert-ish thinking aside, all my ability to work alone and keep myself busy aside, I need people.  I need friends.  I need to know I am good in and out and acceptable, not just tell myself I am okay as I am.  It’s not superficial or looking in the wrong direction for emotional support.  I think it’s just (my) human nature showing its true colors.  But, lacking any adequate social skills, other than knowing how to speak bluntly (which isn’t always an asset…), and occasionally being a good listener (used to be more often, when I had more heart left to share)…I don’t see the means to bringing more people into my life.  And, what I keep finding isn’t filling the “job slots.”  I feel like I’m sitting in some tiny office, expected to hire a company full of subordinates, and I get no callbacks or resumes worth getting a response.  [If that makes sense; if it doesn’t I really don’t care much, anymore.  The old perfectionist, misunderstood me would be up in arms, right about now, tossing papers and fuming…and then collecting those papers because I was once a “neat freak.”]

It’s even more apparent when I try some online games…or, rather, games you can partake online (or offline) and have some kind of interaction…when there’s hardly any interaction.  Do I have to “add 100 friends” just to get a ding or a whoop?  Am I falling short by trying to pick a half-dozen people who I consider up to the task of being a cooperative player?…versus being one of the countless drones who just click LIKE and REPOST buttons in this blog-verse?  [I think, ever since I started bitching about the LIKE button, I’ve received far fewer LIKES; so add one more detail to the “this sucks” pile…not that I cared about LIKES…just, in a sad case when you get no other response…anyway.  Meh.]  Is it all just processing the day, or do people actually care about each other?  Are there ANY genuine friends in this world?  Or, do I just hear stories, like fiction on the wind?  Am I being teased with fantasy and lil wizards who have dead parents?…plenty of the convenient dead parent stories.

When I was a kid, I was “the quiet one.”  I didn’t have automatic friends show up looking for a pal.  I didn’t know how to interact with kids while staying as safe as all the adults wanted me to be.  I was afraid of getting hurt/hit; so sports and physical games were essentially out of play.  When I finally found a friend…and I am not sure how that even happened, other than two guys (and one rare girl) making some joke on the playground which broke the crucial ice…we had to talk the relationship over with our parents; I had to get an Okay to visit or have them visit me.  I had strict rules about phone calls that fluctuated daily, so I never knew where I stood; nor did the friend know how to deal with my parents.  It was a torture-some game of hit and miss time together.  So, to be fair, I couldn’t expect much.

But, there WAS that one girl…the diamond in the rough…who put up with it all and stuck by me.  And, though I didn’t actively support all of her interests…which made me a bit of a spectator but not an “expectator”…I felt I did a fair amount of being there for her…until peer pressure, I suspect, got the best of us.  Having to say, “We’re just…friends,” when your heart is saying “I love this girl, I think,” is rough.  And, the more I denied my feelings or slighted her, the worse I felt.  And, I think, deep down, she knew and felt something, too; or she was just the most loyal friend I’ve ever known.  And, we were not even in the same interest circles, other than maybe video games.  She didn’t draw.  And, I didn’t do gymnastics or think much of forestry…though I’ve grown to enjoy state parks and exploring nature.   But, we got along so well…and I adored her, madly.  She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the class, but she had more class than most; she earned my respect, and then some.  [I’m pretty sure I’ve written about her before; so I don’t want to repeat myself or go on too long about this.]

As I became a teen and adult, after a shocking sex-education class, I had far less luck with friendships and finding allies.  I had plenty of hecklers, jesters, shapeshifters and all-around-lackluster faces around me who had more fun being pests than anything friendly, especially if I didn’t approve of something they chose to do/say.   I get it…and it wasn’t exactly new to me…people changing and turning on me…but I was hoping ONE in the bunch might be as nice as that girl was.  Nope.

In the “working world,” I’ve grazed paths with pretty faces who just couldn’t find a way to fit and guys who’d rather talk sex, sports and music, of which I know less, I guess, and am not particularly into discussing.  I get a rare “We should do something together” offer which goes nowhere for whatever reason; either I can’t get ‘there’ (to where we are to meet) or the other person never follows through with an “Okay, let’s do this; when is best for both of us?”  I have gone on very few dates which all ended badly.  I’ve been a spectator to a number of sour relationships which usually involved quick sex I did not need to hear about the next day.  It’s not exactly a social-friendly atmosphere or sustaining life experience.  It kinda makes this rabbit want to eat in a different pasture; ya know?

And, breathe.  No mas.  ‘Kay?  That was a rather personal explosion and old would I just visited.

So, looking at yourself, on a regular basis, are you a spectator or avid ally/friend?




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