welcome to my humble abode. make yourself comfortable. let me tell you what i've been up to :-)
this last thursday, i finished printing a first edition of my uni comic, The Infinite Search for a Place to Belong. i got quite emotional looking through the printed sheets of this thing that i spent the past four months working on. i made this and now it's real. and you can read it (or give me 3€ for all my hard work and then read it). and i'm gonna tell you all about it now.
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| there it is. i made this. |
it's been snowing a lot this winter, at least compared to how it usually is around here (germany). usually, for years now, it would snow somewhat maybe once or twice at the start of the season but the snow would barely settle onto the ground before melting away again. if you're lucky, you'd get one day with enough snow to build a small snowman or have a snowball fight. mostly, it'd be grey and rainy and temperatures wouldn't fall below 5 °C. this has been german winters for many years. at least in my perception.
a few weeks ago, i went to a birthday and there was a game of kahoot and my teammate won for us, and i -- undeserving -- got half of the prize. a truly horrible notebook (and some stickers):
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| the bad sketchbook |
i ordered in from dominos and it wasn't very good, really.
i never order in food because it just feels like a lot of money for one meal and i am so selective and reprehensive about what i eat, the things i do eat (because i know i like them), i can just make myself -- better and (probably?) at a lower cost. so idk. ordering in, not my thing.
i think it is a very sad thing to regard having plushies as an adult as childish or immature or overall bad. i never bought into the idea that beyond a certain age i should feel ashamed about having plushies and cuddling with them. i'm lonely. they are my little friends and they make me smile. who gives a shit.
as i teased yesterday, i spent my sunday, february 1st, making a little zine. which i shall show you now.
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| the cover. |
noone ever tells you when hourly comics day is. last year, i finally deduced the date to be february 1st and put it in my calendar. if this is wrong, do not tell me lest i end up on the news. anyway. yesterday, i did finally, after years of missing it, do my hourlies like a good online artist.
this semester, i did a theory course about praxis. yeah, i know.
it was good and interesting and we had some very nice, lively discussions at every meeting, but now as it comes to writing the obligatory assignment, i don't quite know what to say and where i stand. i'm writing this as a sort of stream of consciousness and i'm writing it here in hopes that the informal, fun, unjudging blog-context will only allow me to think more freely.
so, what is theory and what is praxis and how are they relational to one-another and how can they be reconciled? and where in my practical work comes theory into play if at all, and how? i guess this is what the assignment is.
today, i took apart my cassette player. it has been whining horribly and playing cassettes too slowly lately, which is fun and games in an ironic sort of way for two minutes and then just makes listening completely unenjoyable. with nothing to lose, i thought i could take a look inside the thing to see if i (with my extremely limited knowledge of electronics) might find something to fix and generally clean it up a little. also, i won't deny that seeing how a device like this that is really almost mechanical in its functionality is very interesting to me.
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my CFS-1250L in the twilight of my fairy lights and dusk |
on November 25th, 2025 i had a thought. what if i put my guy cool cat in a situation for every month of the year? what if i make a calendar. can't be that much work. can't take too long. well.