It would be funny if it weren’t so true. I’ve lived that scenario so many times I have an allergic reaction to anything that looks, sounds, or smells like it. I’ve often thought my work-related avatar should be a stick person representative of me, with a pistol shoved in my crudely drawn mouth.

I realize art/design is very personal, but anymore I stick by, “When I want your [un]educated opinion, I’ll give it to you.” Sometimes, there’s a certain allure to digging ditches, or cleaning the monkey cage at the zoo.

May all the armchair experts a million deaths in the pit of Comic Cans, animated kittens, and shit that sparkles.

Jaded? Maybe.