I'm still having postcards printed up via Vista Prints online. Above you can see I have two more sets in the queue. Why not, every time you order these you get blasted with free this and free that. Okay you end up paying for postage, I always choose the slowest and still get them in less than a week, and I've noticed now they are charging for uploads of backside images or text, perhaps that is just for people that have been repeatedly ordering the freebies. Ultimately it feels worth it to get this collection printed out on something to give to people so they have a sense of the variety of clocks available in this Limited Edition. I'm sure I'm boring everyone with this but it appears to be the only thing I've got going on with art right now.
Lots of taxi driving this week so not even dreaming of making art. This weekend is another Holiday excuse to get drunk so I'm sure if I feel up to it I will be working another 16 hours on sat. 'Going fishing' as it is referred to. Sitting outside of the one bar in Stowe that everyone goes to and waiting to take people home. I'm starting to enjoy it and even prefer it over the long tedious drive to the airport with business men doing conference calls and finger flicking phone or computer keypads. I find that maddening and suffocating. Such a sense of importance I can barely stand it. Needless to say few of them ever acknowledge my existence. Not all, but most. That is when I feel like a complete zero. A total loser. A stupid nimrod who is inferior and worthless. And yet, I would rather die than wear a suit and tie and work in an office.