But it seems every other artist has, or will, or is in the process of doing so.  I snort, donkey-like, whenever I meet an artist and am told about their tarot deck project.  Usually the response is confusion, occasionally a frown of resentment or hurt feelings will flicker across their bohemian visage.  I try to explain myself, but saying "gosh, EVERYONE does tarot decks" can't really make anyone feel better.

It's just something I've noticed.  Pretend I'm an urbane stand-up comedian.  WHAT IS IT...WITH TAROT DECKS??!  AM I RIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN?!  HUH?!

Seriously, I'm not judging you.  No...stop that, don't cry.  Oh for---...

Nevermind.  What's important is that a certain sideburned buddy loaned me a bunch of Jack Vance I hadn't yet devoured, and trying to read anything by any other author is an exercise in futility and nausea.

I got maybe three pages into some R Scott Bakker dungheap that Burnsides also loaned me, before announcing "BLAH BLAH BLAH" to my otherwise empty apartment, and hurling the horrible volume through a passing piece of plat glass.  I would type out a representative sentence, displaying all the fanfic-like characteristics of the man's critically acclaimed prose, but I don't feel like it.

Two days ago I worked for about nine hours on the stupid vampire hunter for Unhallowed Metropolis, making major revisions, all of which were lost in some Painter 9 cock-up that destroyed the latest save file.  I took a hint and made a fresh sketch, in which the vampire hunter resembles Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, and is portrayed bursting from a multi-layer cake with a Pat the Bunny motif.   Also he's stabbing a vampire or something.  Christ, I don't know.

Tags: cake, famprs, tarot, unhallowed metropolis