In zine no. 2 (Journal from the End Time) I show some darker looking photos and poetry. My art is its own jekylleandhyde. I'm constantly flipping the egg between light, oh-so-cute comic drawings of puppies, and dark, monster-under-ya-bed, scratchy, messy works. Same with my photography. And these darker shots are all soaked in a big bath of monster-under-ya-bed effects. (By the way, that monster isn't under your bed, it's IN it ;)

In zine no. 1:
I'm exquisitely pleased with how the 'Phoebe Bridger's 'Motion Sickness' as a text chat' thing turned out. It's all CSS baby! Wanna do your own? Here's the link to the code on Codepen. Fank u werry mooch to the coder Matt Smith.

That last photo of a creepyassed face is a fave of mine. I sliced up fruit real thin and put it on my ipad screen. This little cuddly bundle of a Ghostface was hiding in a grape :D

So why I am here? Like a lot of other crumbly muffins on Neocities, I too climbed aboard a welcoming life raft and watched in horror, and, I must admit, a great deal of tummy-wriggling satisfaction as the vessels known as Instagram, Tik Tok, Pinterest, and Facebook smashed relentlessly into one another and sank beneath the waves of hatred that they themselves had created. (metaphor overload sorry :) )

I deleted my Instagram account today. Not just deleting its sorry ass from my phone and iPad, but deleted my account. THEN I wiped the SOB from my devices. But oh santa on a biscuit, they make it hard to do. After digging around a bit and following a tutorial (!) I found out how. And when they asked me why I was leaving, I did not give their sweaty smelly algorithms the satisfaction of telling them why. I chose 'other reason' on the bottom of the list.

But it's done now. Sorry to all those (I assume) good folk I was following on there, but I couldn't just delete it from my devices knowing the account was still there. I had to take that deformed monster of a bucket of puke down to the back paddock (I REALLY wish I had a back paddock) and, let's just say, "put it out of its misery". And mine. I put it out of my misery too.

I do not need Instagram or those other social media cesspools to validate who I am. Yet I'm ashamed to admit that's what I mainly used them for. But from now on I want to become a person who validates themselves.

I watched an interview on Youtube the other day (yeah I know there's those of you that have nailed YT to a cross on the hill as well, but where else am I gonna find tutorials on gel printing/bee keeping/and/or/medieval accents?). Anyhaze, I was watching this Australian woman being interviewed who had been in a movie back in the 70's. She was beautiful then, but is still just as beautiful now, because of her lovely old aunt vibes, inner beauty, and world wondering wisdom, which shone through like a national guitar. Then she said some of the wisest words I've come across (or maybe they just seem wise because they resonate with me at this moment in my life?).

Here's what she said: "We grow self esteem by doing esteemable things. It's the doing of it. Becoming our own person. That's what's important." - Anne Lambert, in an Australian ABC interview: https://youtu.be/QWBLzO6zCT8?si=LT7iYHlgb8I_mOOD

"We grow self esteem by doing esteemable things." I love that. This, my Blurburger Zine site on Neocities is an esteemable thing. I need to do more esteemable things!

My self esteem is just around the corner, and I can't wait to meet it.

(BTW, I love how that Youtube link ends in 'mOOD'! Yes!)