I'm Tyler, 22, and I like records and stuff.
I live in Nashville and work from home doing Help Desk nonsense, and I doodle some weird shit.
I got a call at work and answered like I normally do with my, “Help desk, this is Tyler” bit, and this guy just goes, “No thanks” and hangs up.
I don’t know why but that really just fucked with my brain. Guess he really didn’t wanna talk to me.
Work sucks today…so many peopled called off…but all I have to do is get though today b/c RIOT FEST IS TOMORROW!
Going to drink and listen to music all weekend with the boy, the ginger, and brawkoli this bastard.
RIOT FEST YEAH!
I just got fly for the first time then get on a train then get on a bus then walk a block to your place. Today is going to be an adventure.
GET MY LIQUOR READY.
The code word for taking about weed at work is “fried chicken.”
I think pretty much anyone that works on computers does it. It seems like it, anyways. No drug tests on the fancy IT jobs.
After working on Adventure time and some Kanye West stuff (that I think they will send well dressed goons after me if I talk too much about) I feel like I’ve cemented that nothing is my scene as much as comics is. Although I’d love to do another AT episode if that one works out well.— I have no idea how my boards will translate yet— it’s a trade off where you get a larger audience but lose your name in it all.
I feel like I’ve pulled this amazing scam in comics and just being a storyboard artist in a medium I have less love for would be a huge step down.
Kanye West? I can’t wait to see whatever you’re working on for him.
With four people being out today at work, I’m dreaming of having a job where other people calling out doesn’t completely fuck my day over.
What’s that? I can’t hear you, I’m too busy pumping my own gas and occasionally experiencing sunlight. Go ride your vintage bicycle down to the farmer’s market and buy some organic Edison Bulbs without any sales tax, you ironic hula-hooping woodsman.