Gertrude, our eldest goat, retired from milking a year or so ago. As the first retiree here at Big Picture Farm, she takes full advantage of her retirement plan of free room&board, as well as all expenses paid medical. In addition, she has also devised a way of suckering us into providing her with her own personal grain rationing. While the rest of the herd competes for it in the lean-to, Gertrude sneaks around the side and bellies up to the bar. Sometimes she brings a long a friend for good measure. In this case, Luna.
You may or may not know that I am getting married later this year. I have been with my boyfriend, Liam for 6 and a half years and we are extremely happy together. When we decided to get married, we were filled with excitement and have been enjoying getting it all organised. One of our ideas was to…
I always wonder who these “good friends who are gay” are who all these bigots claim to have. I mean, would be friends with someone who said to them “I love you, but I can’t support the way you are or who you love. Hope that’s cool.”?
And hiding behind religion is just wrong. There are many many “Christians” who are not bigots, tons of them that support LGBT rights, many that identify as LGBT themselves. “I’m religious” is not an excuse. Just own it.
Say you think it’s icky, say you’re just squiged out. Own your hatred and fear. Don’t make it about your religion, that’s not an excuse.
Me: “..and never asked Rudolph to join in any Reindeer Games…”
4yo: “Why didn’t Rudolph just ask to play with them?”
One quick question from a 4yo turns a story of simple bullying into a deeper, more human story of self exile and the isolation of social anxiety.
Humans have a big cluster of dead keratin tendrils growing from our heads and we arrange them in different configurations and worry about whether other people find our keratin tendril arrangements aesthetically pleasing.
Yeah! For the love of baby Jesus, why do we do that??!
An illustration brief included lengthy and detailed instructions which we were expected to follow “precisely and to the letter.”
We were asked to depict a boy with "a hand over his mouth (covering a cough), one hand holding a bag, and one hand holding a guitar case."
The temptation to produce the three-armed monstrosity precisely requested was overwhelming.
I emailed my client an interactive PDF.
Client: I love the flyer you sent! It’s clicky!
Me: Great! So we’re done now?
Client: No. When I print out the flyer, the links aren’t clicky. Can you make them clicky?
Me: I don’t understand.
Client: I want to be able to go to our website … when … um, when I …
Me: You do know that a piece of paper can’t be interactive, right?
You’re gonna need a pep talk sometimes. That’s okay. For now, remember this: You’re awake. You’re awesome. Live like it.