Val Trullinger | Pantagruel Design
The view from bed; the curtains blaze in the sun.
Watching ALL the Olympic fencing, for the first time ever. I have fresh coffee and a frittata in the oven. Survived my morning workout. This is one of the best mornings in recent memory, and I plan to enjoy the hell out of it.
Watching the Beeb from the US: any solutions? Sabre fencing must be watched, and I’m cable-less. Does TunnelBear work as advertised?
I’m so very tempted to post a few of my client horror stories. If you ever wanted to know what I have to deal with as an art director, browse the sadly true tales of @clientsfh.
Just in case I wasn’t sure about today being Monday, this is what greeted me when I walked in the office.
Yes, that’d be one fuxx0red Saltmine U. page. This explains why my voicemail exploded.
Why is it so awful to paint naked men? Can someone please explain this to me? Men paint naked women all the time, so why can’t I paint men?!
I’d pray for patience while running errands-but none of my gods specialize in patience and calm. Asskicking, however…
I’m in a hallway with geeks and no air conditioning. Send deodorant.
Sketchbook still missing. I’m sad, because it had this lovely encouragement from Neil & Dave McKean. While I _am_ prone to losing sketchbooks, in this case, I suspect someone else liked it so much that they walked off with it. That’s low.
I lose sketchbooks the way others lose socks. And yes, I’ve looked in the dryer.
