What in the hell is going on with Crock of Shirt? The hell, indeed! Momentarily, I’ll tell you what’s up, as I have a few spare moments at the moment.
A short while ago, I wrote that I was heading back to school to continue my plumbing training. I mean, what else would I rather be doing at age 40? So yeah, I (Kurt) have been back in class since the beginning of January and my soul has been fighting it the whole way. It feels kinda like what I imagine an arranged marriage feels like; I’m forced to do it and I’m trying to like it, trying to think positively. Umm, except that it’s not an arranged marriage because I chose it. So there goes that argument. That’s just the emotional (maniacal?) artist in me standing its ground, which is just fine with me!
Anyway, back to the point – Crock and what the hell! Behind the scenes, the Crock has been simmering. I thought I was going to be doing some Lichtenstein-inspired stuff, but that plan went temporarily cow-shit. I thought I was in for a bout of creative block, then suddenly came up with some new ideas! Bicycles. Guitar. Bear. Deer.
Just to dangle the carrot a bit, I’m gonna cut this off here. Haha, to be honest, I literally just thought of a new blog post idea that can branch off this one, which is a good idea because this is getting a bit long. Also, the new idea will make a good post on its own. I’m oddly excited about what’s coming.
See in that last paragraph? See the word “branch” in there? That’d be a plumbing term for a soil or waste pipe or a kind of vent …