Dear fellow art fags,

[Roaring Biscuit!]

I think sometimes I'm even worse than this.  If I get interrupted doing pretty much anything creative it's pretty much game over for the day.  In fact I get pissy even when I'm not arting.  If someone (poor bastards) has the poor judgement to walk into my room (or any personal space) when I'm even moderately occupied all they can expect is the tersest, most passive aggressive and uncomfortable conversation about whatever entirely inane topic they've decided to bring up.

There is a reason my door is shut... and locked.  And I have my headphones on.
Not getting it?

It's 'cause I want you to fuck off.

Looks like flow is a pretty important thing for creating.. who knew!?

also:

And when I was writing 30 Days of Eris (at work  ), I would have some creepy ambient stuff playing loud in my headphones... I think it was NIN's Ghosts.  Just shut the world right out.

I think I might have to go back and read that whole instalment while listening to that.  I'd never thought about what music would fit that series, but now it's completely obvious and perfect

xx
edd

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

your problem stems from the fact that your tenent doesn't veiw you as someone with whom not to fuck with. i have two words for you.

shovel

tarp

i also like ech's idea of the mace, only use a mace instead spray.


coyote, when is arting noone fucks with him

This

Because as nice as all the suggestions for things that might work may be, what would REALLY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK is if people stop fucking interrupting me.

[Triple Zero]

Because as nice as all the suggestions for things that might work may be, what would REALLY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK is if people stop f--

HELLO NIGEL!!! HOW ARE YOU? I AM GOING TO SHOP FOR COOKING DINNER NOW.

[Luna]

Because as nice as all the suggestions for things that might work may be, what would REALLY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK is if people stop f--

HELLO NIGEL!!! HOW ARE YOU? I AM GOING TO SHOP FOR COOKING DINNER NOW.

Don't kill him, Nigel, he's pretty.

Just torture.

And take pictures.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

 

[Bruno]

It should be legal to strangle someone to death with their own lips for whistling.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It should be legal to strangle someone to death with their own lips for whistling.

Dude, totally.

[Jasper]

I would stipulate only if they're whistling nonchalantly to exhibit general innocence. 

[Don Coyote]

your problem stems from the fact that your tenent doesn't veiw you as someone with whom not to fuck with. i have two words for you.

shovel

tarp

i also like ech's idea of the mace, only use a mace instead spray.


coyote, when is arting noone fucks with him

This

Because as nice as all the suggestions for things that might work may be, what would REALLY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK is if people stop fucking interrupting me.

Demon howl with torch in hand. You work with fire. Or just wang a large knife at the door frame.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

your problem stems from the fact that your tenent doesn't veiw you as someone with whom not to fuck with. i have two words for you.

shovel

tarp

i also like ech's idea of the mace, only use a mace instead spray.


coyote, when is arting noone fucks with him

This

Because as nice as all the suggestions for things that might work may be, what would REALLY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK is if people stop fucking interrupting me.

Demon howl with torch in hand. You work with fire. Or just wang a large knife at the door frame.

Nobody interrupts me in my studio. It's a dangerous and circuitous route down to the studio door, and the light is broken so it's also almost pitch black through a basement similar to the one in Silence of the Lambs. Plus, if you are brave and foolish enough to go down there, between the machinery and the music, I can't hear a fucking thing anyway, and if you were so foolish as to continue on and yell over the din, you would be met with screams of rage and the hurling of molten glass. Unless you're my children, who will occasionally venture down to ask if they can go to Starbucks, or perhaps have a cookie.

But once all this pretty shiny stuff is created, I have to spend hours in my office, photographing, listing, shipping, promoting, studying, and/or writing. That's where I run into problems.

[Don Coyote]

your problem stems from the fact that your tenent doesn't veiw you as someone with whom not to fuck with. i have two words for you.

shovel

tarp

i also like ech's idea of the mace, only use a mace instead spray.


coyote, when is arting noone fucks with him

This

Because as nice as all the suggestions for things that might work may be, what would REALLY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK is if people stop fucking interrupting me.

Demon howl with torch in hand. You work with fire. Or just wang a large knife at the door frame.

Nobody interrupts me in my studio. It's a dangerous and circuitous route down to the studio door, and the light is broken so it's also almost pitch black through a basement similar to the one in Silence of the Lambs. Plus, if you are brave and foolish enough to go down there, between the machinery and the music, I can't hear a fucking thing anyway, and if you were so foolish as to continue on and yell over the din, you would be met with screams of rage and the hurling of molten glass. Unless you're my children, who will occasionally venture down to ask if they can go to Starbucks, or perhaps have a cookie.

But once all this pretty shiny stuff is created, I have to spend hours in my office, photographing, listing, shipping, promoting, studying, and/or writing. That's where I run into problems.

Have you tried demonic howling and carrying on with a large cutting tool in your hand at every interruption?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

your problem stems from the fact that your tenent doesn't veiw you as someone with whom not to fuck with. i have two words for you.

shovel

tarp

i also like ech's idea of the mace, only use a mace instead spray.


coyote, when is arting noone fucks with him

This

Because as nice as all the suggestions for things that might work may be, what would REALLY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK is if people stop fucking interrupting me.

Demon howl with torch in hand. You work with fire. Or just wang a large knife at the door frame.

Nobody interrupts me in my studio. It's a dangerous and circuitous route down to the studio door, and the light is broken so it's also almost pitch black through a basement similar to the one in Silence of the Lambs. Plus, if you are brave and foolish enough to go down there, between the machinery and the music, I can't hear a fucking thing anyway, and if you were so foolish as to continue on and yell over the din, you would be met with screams of rage and the hurling of molten glass. Unless you're my children, who will occasionally venture down to ask if they can go to Starbucks, or perhaps have a cookie.

But once all this pretty shiny stuff is created, I have to spend hours in my office, photographing, listing, shipping, promoting, studying, and/or writing. That's where I run into problems.

Have you tried demonic howling and carrying on with a large cutting tool in your hand at every interruption?

This may be my next step.

[Don Coyote]

It should be.