Again, with getting bored and uncreative I made a fake tour poster for Pomplamoose. I made it around the SE because I know a bunch of people there would LOVE for them to go on tour. Fingers crossed, I guess.
They’re growing on me, and I really like the name.
Anyway, this poster would (ideally) be hand printed, or just printed on heavier stock.
Whenever I’m feeling a little uncreative, I come up with a stupid little thing to design.
After beating Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (1 & 2) I was feeling SUPER uncreative (and a little barbaric) and so I decided to do the first thing that popped into my head, which was tour posters. So here’s one for the Too Fast For Love Tour.
Every morning this summer (or at least, M-Th unless I get a ride) I will be hopping on the 6:30 or 7 am train from Stony Brook, followed by a bus ride from Jamaica to the Shops at Atlas Park.
Then I get to do it all over again at 5 pm.
Being an adult kind of sucks. But in some ways, it’s still like being a kid.
For instance.. I still never have the cereal I want. My dad still takes me out to lunch on weekends, and upon dropping me off somewhere always tells me to “Kick some ass.”
You don’t know how confusing that was as a twelve-year-old, and you were just going in to hand in an art project. Whose ass should be kicked? The project? The teacher? That annoying kid sitting in front of you?
But I digress. The reason for this blog topic is going to be a homage of sorts to the people I meet on my commute.
Today’s “Spotted” goes out to 3 people. I thought to grab a picture just a little too late, but next time I will have one.
The first 2 are members of the elusive pack called “I bring my bicycle on the morning train”. I applaud you, 2 girls who look like they would be more at home in California or Oregon. But they were wearing helmets and had pretty awesome bikes, so they get a mention for today.
The 3rd person is an enigma. He manages to combine something I love (cycling) with something I hate (Bluetooth). I have never seen this creature before, and I applaud his dedication to his phone call as he biked down Jamaica- next to the city buses that care even less than in Savannah.
An honorable mention goes to one of the high school students on the train. You sir, had a tray of cupcakes. I applaud your dedication in keeping them away from me.
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In my very busy day, editing this audio gem made my life better.
The physical editing is awful, by the way. This is in preparation for more editing tomorrow, but I had to share the raw footage.
