Grimm (Probably Not Escaping Samsara)

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Tired. 4 decades and counting. Chicago born, PNW raised, Minnesota transplant. Approximately 3800 Roborovski hamsters in a Carhartt jacket and they are all trying very hard. ICE GIT OUT YA fuckin DUMBIES

A photograph of a fashion atrocity displayed behind glass somewhere in the bowels of Rochester's Mayo Clinic subterranean complex. The headless mannequin is wearing a white long sleeved dress shirt, black slacks, and a gray and black diagonally striped necktie that is also an apron. It stands next to a plinth with a wine bottle, glasses, and a cheeseboard on it.
A piece of paper stating who did what at the beginning of this convention. (Text) 2026 DFL State Convention Opening Ceremony Flag ceremony : DFL Veterans Black National Anthem : Community Sing Pledge of Allegiance : DFzl Veterans Land Acknowledgement: DFL Treasurer Lindy Sowmick Invocation: Rev. Luke Stevens-Moyer Convention Co-Chairs: Sen. Scott Dibble, Ann Friedrich Assistant Chairs: US rep Betty McCollum, Sen. Erin Murphy, JP Batone, Bernie Burnham, Marge Hoffa, Tim O'Brien, Briana Rose Lee, Shivanthi Sathana Dan, Eugene StandingCloud, Fan Thomas-Commins, Quentin Wathum-Ocama
An entirely unstaged photo of the 2026 DFL state convention info pamphlet.
Escher hung out in Italy and then made some lithographs of the magnificent cathedrals he experienced. They describe the atmospheric perspective, the lighting, and the textures of stone, marble, and foliage so impossibly well for a black and white monochrome image I want to throw something every time I look at them. I tried to emulate shit like this as a kid with pen and ink and COULD NOT get it to look RIGHT no matter how carefully I applied correction fluid, and nobody I asked knew how it was done, they just said lithographs are a kind of fancy printing technique for rich assholes and left it at that and I can't blame them because I certainly wouldn't have trusted me with etching fluid and metal plates either, but I was so flummoxed by this WITCHCRAFT that I rage-pivoted to drawing anime cat-girls for several years.
Tired Furry doodle
Black cat with a clipped ear and a red collar, lounging on a white fuzzy blanket.
Black cat with a red collar, flopped on side with his paws arranged just so.
Companies scared to death of a general strike who are still both-sidesing this nonsense: 3M, Allianz, Alina Health, Ameriprise Financial, Anchor Paper Company, Anderson, API Group, Best Buy, Boston Scientific, Blue Cross/Blue Shield Minnesota, Cargill, Carlson, CentraCare, C.H. Robinson, Children's (Minnesota), CHS, Delta Dental, Deluxe (with a red x), Donaldson Filtration Solutions, ECMC Group, ECOLAB, Essentia Health, Fairview Health Services, Faribault Mill, Gardner Builders, General Mills, Gillette Children's, Greater MSP Partnership, Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation, Health Partners, Hormel, Kraus-Anderson, Land-O-Lakes, Marsden Services, Mayo Clinic, Medica, Medtronic, Minnesota Business Partnership, Minnesota Chamber of Commerce (lol), Minnesota Timberwolves, Minnesota Lynx, Minnesota United FC, Minnesota Vikings, Minnesota Wild, Mortenson, New Horizon Academy, NVent, Patterson Companies, Inc., Pentair, Piper|Sandler, Prime Therapeutics, Red Wing, Ryan Companies, Securian Financial, Sleep Number (lol), SPS Commerce, Target, Tennant Companies, Thrivent, The Toro Company, UnitedHealth Group, US Bancorp, Winnebago, and Xcel Energy.
Black cat completely sacked out in a bed.
Some sort of truck stop at night. The logo is of a happy man in overalls and a cowboy hat, holding up a gas nozzle and sweeping a hand down out of the circle to draw the eye down to the company name, in large red letters: DUDE STOP
A drawing on a post-it of a person framed by constricting squares, going "UGH."
Map of the Rogue River Watershed, in Southern Oregon
A can of extra large pitted, canned black olives. I need to go get more sometime.
My chickens are in their run, under about six inches of snow. They have poofed their feathers up and achieved maximum circumference. They would also like to see my manager about these conditions. Their grievances, sir, they need somewhere to lodge them. With extreme prejudice, if you please.
Madam Oh, my English Orpington. She is a disgruntled Orb in the snow.
A black cat, perched photogenically in front of a window with plants and a yellow curtain in a darkened room. Outside it is bright, snowing, and large icicles are growing from our pitifully insulated roof.
A low resolution photo of The Void, getting ear skritchies and blepping, biscuits half-kneaded, back paws in full display. Kinda sad I didn't get the one of him stretching out the beans.
A handsome void, male, unfixed, probably about a year old, lounging photogenically on our Landlord Beige carpet.
A map showing what my most frequent words were for 2025. There's a big ol' TRANS, followed by much smaller 'myself', 'shit', 'reading', 'remember', and 'looks'.
A plastic shell in a cold case with twelve uh. Objects in it that the label on the lid calls 'Wisconsin Sushi.' it appears to be deli sliced ham wrapped around a pickle that's been wrapped inside a layer of cream cheese. The display label to the bottom left describes the ingredients and the price, $5.99, in chalk pen.
A rumpled, aged issue of The Onion. Front page reads "Super vandals cause $37 million damage to Residence Hall" two UW freshmen sentenced to lifetime of dorm cleanup activities. There are some Pizza Hut coupons which expired in 1991.
Five chickens in a wire enclosure are sitting contentedly together in feathery lumps. Dainty, the chicken nestled between her two reddish sisters, has spotted a bug and it has her full attention.
My girls are enjoying their evolving chicken run - we put another level on it last weekend. Dainty is the small brown chicken perching on the upper level - she was struggling with a piece of grass that is much bigger than her beak can accompany but she is determined. Madam Oh is the white chicken, watching me take pictures with great suspicion. Behind her is Red, who was taking a dust bath but got performance anxiety. Grace is the white and brown speckled chicken next to her. She was ALSO interrupted from her bath. Orange and Blondie are in the next cubicle, looking for bugs.
Photo of a cold drink rack at a small town grocer's, where all the Liquid Death flavors live. Dead Billionaire (basically an Arnold Palmer iced tea/lemonade variant) is entirely out of stock.
Six not-quite pullets are clamoring for the optimal spot to both be under the heat lamp AND on top of the best pile of dirt to floof their feathers in.
A white chicken who resembles a large meat bun sitting in a white lady's hands. She (the chicken) looks perplexed.
Six not-quite pullets are exploring their surroundings. Two are perched on top of their cage. The others are pecking at seed.
A photograph of our sun-dappled and lush backyard, with a close up of a wire cage with water, food, and five baby chickens. The cage is held closed with a stick. The biggest chicken sleeps alone and the other four nap in a pile against a windbreak made of a pile of straw. My wife went to Runnings to get a wheelbarrow and DEET and came back with baby chickens. She has wanted a coop for a decade and city life has always denied her. But this year? This year she has a permit and a plan.
Four comics spread out in a diamond on a red beanbag. From left to right: Clover, by CLAMP, Galaxy by Jadzia Axelrod and Jess Taylor, Gender/Queer by Maia Kobabe, and On a Sunbeam, by Tillie Walden.
An inked sketch in my journal of a low battery display.
An overhead shot from Pope Francis's funeral. I am Profoundly NOT Catholic, so I'm not going to hazard a guess at what these costumes mean - but there are a bunch of men in bright crimson robes and pink hats, their backs to the viewer. And then there's one man in the upper center of the image in a white robe, with a gold emblem, and he is not wearing a hat. It feels like the framing on a movie poster, or a comic book cover.
Still screenshot of Robin Williams and John Lithgow playing as Roberta Muldoon in "The World According to Garp."
Pen test on Archer and Olive journal with a platinum preppie (unknown Ink), and the firm and soft tombow fudenosuke brush tip pens.
A sketch of a horse's backside, with a ferrier working on it.
I drew a horse from my mind, no ref. I was NOT a horse kid so I had no idea how this was gonna go. Biomechanics how? Where??? Legs do whut?
A photograph of a pink car and a blue car on a white showroom floor with blue shadows and a blank pink background. They've crashed into eachother, and the blue car's front end is all crumpled up. There's a pink and blue shield centered over them. I absolutely just...searched the internet for "Transgender auto insurance" and scrolled through images till I found this. Original site is here: https://www.mychoice.ca/blog/third-party-liability-car-insurance/
Testosterone Cypionate, 200ML every 14 days. Single dose.
Photograph of a very rough pencil sketch depicting a bare chested kitty cat man flopped on his back with his legs tucked up together, head resting in another man's lap. The kitty cat man is purring and making biscuits. The other guy is looking over his glasses at kitty cat man. He has a fond, indulgent smirk on his face and an open book he has been successfully distracted from. The date is scribbled under kitty cat man's fluffy shoulder. Both are lounging in unarticulated space.
A small red booklet containing the Constitution of the US, a US Passport, and a pen for scale, spread over an open journal.
A picture of an Anti-authoritarian Clown using a plastic rainbow feather duster to clean off the helmet of a cop in riot gear while being loaded into a bus that's already stuffed with Rebel Clowns.
Then you're not about equality. Transphobes and misogynists want an excuse to make girls and women display genitals to their coaches before they're allowed in the gym, and an excuse to harass female athletes for their appearance and/or aptitude in order to force them to conform to narrow ideas of "proper womanhood". Y'all are the ones being out of line, not us. Trans people were deliberately used as a wedge issue by republicans in the "election wars", who are currently working overtime to criminalize existing as a trans person. Throwing trans people under the bus will not win over an imaginary centrist base. We did not cost the Dems those votes, but pretending we aren't under attack probably did. Happy Trans Day of Visibility.
French Knight from Monty Python's Holy Grail, being uncouth. Impact font meme captions read "IN UR BOOB-FORTRESS, BEIN' ESTROGEN"
I'm picking up what you're putting down. Company price too many, smell like scam. Man too excited. Him dump in undies. So sad. So let's guilt the company, because the guy is entirely relatable. I didn't even like Transformers but I played with the toys with my brother - and I adored Bumblebee. This sparks joy. Like, I might TRY and play it cool if I saw this in person, but if someone put a radio shack controller in my hands and the little yellow bug's lights clicked on and went zoom-zoom, and then it transformed effortlessly into a wise-cracking robot, my inner seven year old would come out with such exuberant force it would punch its way outta my chest like I was Matt Skerritt, grab the controller, and make me the George to its Kuato until they hauled me off. To each his own, I guess.
(Screenshot text)...Oh, that wording sets my hackles up. We get to decide how long we're going to put up with this bullshit. We HAVE that power. Right now. Nothing is decided, certainly not for us, unless we let it. Yeah, Fascists are famously against any Art and Art History that doesn't support the Great Man Narrative they're frantically slathering all over the media. They will only teach what seems to inevitably lead up to their Glorious Empire. It's fairly likely that they will try to create another Degenerate art moment where all unsanctioned art and artists are villified, (Already happening with the AI bro bullshit) the field is artificially dominated by straight (passing) wealthy cis white men, pornography and obscenity laws will ban subject matter that makes Dear Leader's pp feel unimportant, and/or many artists will go underground, creating and sharing work outside the law. We always do. But they cannot STOP Artists from Happening. And Art History will eventually discover itself, over and over. Epistemicide is a real threat, so prepare for the future you wanna fight for.
A paperback copy of The Stonewall Reader by Edmund White on a messy drawing desk.
A stack of 21 books on a key lime green couch-thing. The library halls stretch into the background behind it.
My bedroom floor, with 51 sketchbook pages neatly arranged in a grid.
Five dessicated luck pigs with protruding eyeballs made of clove. It is REALLY dry where I live, it seems. They're basically mummifying.
Homemade saffron raisin bread in a basket and a colorful bowl full of tea eggs.
rough sketch of a dude with long hair lying on the floor and blowing smoke up into the air. Dark circles under eyes.
February Hourlies 2025: 8am - Caption: Migraine 1, Spouse 0. Depicts a small rodent man wearing a CPAP device on his snoot being roused from his sleep by the dulcet tones of his partner barfing offscreen. 9am - Caption: CUDDLES. Rodent guy is now big spoon to his spouse's little spoon on the bed. There's a barf bowl on the floor. rodent guy is saying shoosha shoosh. 10am - Caption: Journaling. Rodent guy has his breakfast and his journal, and he's writing in it. 11am - Caption: Crossword -w- Fam. We're looking over rodent's shoulder at a zoom call with his family, and the crossword puzzle they all defeated in record time. 8:57 minutes! 12pm - Caption: Chicken out of asking fam for help. Rodent guy sits at his desk in a dark gloomy void, eyes closed, laptop closed. 1pm - Caption: Watch Birds. Rodent guy is on a beanbag chair, looking out the window at a pair of feeders with birds on them. A heart in a word bubble hovers over his head. 2pm - Caption: Food prep! The rodent man is listening to music with his earbuds while chopping vegetables up and putting them in a bowl. 3pm - Caption: Text bro for help (and get it!) Rodent is looking at his phone, with a heart bubble drifting off of him. 4pm - Caption: Read a Webcomic - Rodent bro has terrible posture, and is staring at a big screen and using his mouse (heh) to click through pages. 5pm - Caption: IT WAS SAAAAD. Rodent dude is in same pose, only now he's crying and his screen has gone pink. 6pm - Caption: HONGRY (do not set house on fire) Rodent man is racing to take an iron skillet off the stove top. He has a cloth to protect his paw. Smoke is everywhere. 7pm - Caption: Doomscroll. Rodent man has the door to his house opened to a raging conflagration, casting everything in shadow. His burning skillet smokes, forgotten, in his other paw. The bottom corner just has my tag on it: grimmdrewit.bsky.social.
February Hourlies 2025. 8am - Caption: "Migraine 1, spouse 0". Depicts a small rodent in a CPAP machine waking up to the sound of someone throwing up off screen. 9am - Caption: "CUDDLES". Depicts a pair of small furry creatures in bed. Small spoon is heening. Big spoon goes shoosha shoosh. CPAP machine is on standby, display window glowing. There's a used throw-up bowl at the foot of the bed. 10am - Caption: "Journalling". Depicts small rodent with toast, water bottle and journal, sitting at art table. He is singing nonsense to himself as he works. There's a closed laptop and a bag full of art supplies at hand on one side of the table, and a glass of juice and a book beside the water bottle and plate of toast. 11am - Caption: "crossword -w- fam (8:57 - a new record!" shows a POV view of the rodent in a zoomcall with 5 other windows at the top of the screen, and a screenshot of the host's desktop with the NYT crossword on it. The figures are small and hard to make out. 12am - Caption: "chicken out of asking for help." The laptop is closed and we see the rodent from the front, eyes closed, hands still on the table. They are surrounded by a dark void of anxiety, insecurity and doubt. Everyone was very keen to leave, so he did too. 1pm - Caption: "Watch birds." The rodent sits on a beanbag, looking up at a window with flowerpots on the sill. There's a tree outside with a suet feeder and a regular feeder, and both have birds on them. Rodent has a word bubble with a heart in it over his head. There are six more pencilled-in squares, left blank for now.
My messy art table with an Inkpad and stencils framing a postcard with a translucent manta-ray like creature and a mysterious figure floating inside it.
A hot bath has been drawn. A small black footstool is laden with gifts: water. A copy of 'the girl from the sea' by Molly Knox Ostertag. Bubble bath. Epsom salts. A bath bomb. A lavender mid mask. A mug of hot cocoa with Bailey's in it and marshmallows that says 'I am the captain of this shipwreck'. A sleeve of orange Pims cookies. A 12 pack of battery operated votive candles. A bright red shower curtain has been pulled out of the way. A fuzzy burgundy bath mat and matching towel and washcloth wait in attendance.
Three extremely judgemental, round, Chinese Bullfinches. They have angry eyebrows and buttholes and tiny stick legs.
Gaston Bachelard's 'The Poetics of Space'. Published by Penguin Classics Foreward by Mark Z. Danielewski, Introduction by Richard Kearney. It still has my post-it note bookmarks on various pages. It's propped up on a little display of gray and white pots and plastic plants.
A woman with an anime mane of dark hair lounges on a beanbag that looks like a hamster. A tiny hamster is tucked under her chin. She's got a pillow under her head to support her neck. She's glaring tiredly at her phone, scrolling with one hand. The other hand is holding a whiskey glass. She still has her work shoes on but the loose pants and tank top look comfortable. The tanktop has a magic eight ball on it that just reads "lol no."
A fancy tea-witch whose dress is an eldritch horror (and also a part of her fragmented self that she's in the process of reconciling with) enjoys an evening cup of tea with her friend, the currently very grumpy lesbian barbarian wearing furry pants and fist wraps. They sit on the roots of a driftwood log and tend to a roaring campfire on the beach. The kettle steams on a log close to the flames. It is a still and peaceful evening and the stars are coming out. They've traveled far, and still have a long way to go. Drawn in 2015.
Romantic anime rendition of two naked dudes, one of them in a bridal carry as they do the magical floaty thing, like you'd see in a shojo anime opener or something. The guy carrying is a lanky, bony dude with a spectacular feathery green mohawk. And a splendid green feathered quetzal tail. And more feathers, for drama. They're faint but I think -- yep. Those are anime sparkles.