Happy Friday folks.
My birthday is pretty damn important but I saw something this morning on my facebook feed from MC Chris. I couldn’t link the post but I’ll quote it here:
As a wage slave, a free lance anything I can get my hands on, and as a cartoonist I get this so fucking hard because this is really close to why I began cartooning in the first place. My jobs still pretty much suck but now I’m making cartoons that are more fucking clever than any stupid shit my bosses tried to tell me was “real life truths”. Comics have helped me take back the power to create who I want to be rather than assholes telling me “how the world is”. I’m like “Fuck you man, I make my own worlds so I will decide for MYSELF how ‘the world is’ for me.”
I apologize for the profanity but this is a subject that strikes way too close to home for me to not get worked up about. The world revolves around creators, innovators, rebels, jacks-of-all-trades, and people who are just passionate about their creations. This also makes me so fucking mad because my family came from piss-nothing and worked “not real jobs” for decades raising me and my sister and now my mum has her own successful ebay business and my dad is a published writer and damnit I couldn’t be more proud. If you’re following your passion, if you’re doing what you need to make ends meet, if you’re contributing to society positively then fuck anyone who tells you “you’re not working a real job”.
…and now back to your regularly scheduled entertainment:
28 years and a few hours (I was born right around 1pm, I’m trying to schedule this so it auto-posts at 1pm my time) today on a sunny September Friday I, Fin, was born from a very confused human Mother (she said it felt easy passing me, but she didn’t realize the reason it was so easy was because she was giving birth to a stickfigure). Seeing as I was raised to give rather than get gifts for my birthday, here’s my gift to you my dear readers:
I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.