BUENAS NOCHES & FUCK AI

I was props master for The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: Reprise! I've got lots of fun behind the scenes stuff to share, gonna start with one of my favorite things I did for the show--painting this portrait 🤣

Lauren directed Will to pose, and I snapped this reference pic on my phone (post rehearsal, which is why he's only got the jacket and wig on).

Here's a few progress snapshots from my Clip Studio Paint file! I mostly used the default gouache brush to make it feel like a real oil painting!

Took me about 10 hours spread out over a couple days to paint, and then our scenic designer Colin printed it up and built that beautiful frame!!

Original idea was to have him holding his beloved assistant Alexa, but Lauren eventually decided it would telegraph the joke too early in the scene so I painted it out.

And there it is on set!! (That's also my own actual keyboard 😘 When Will says "MUSICAL THEATER" I'm the person rolling the piano on stage 🤣)

Thank you everyone for supporting the show, and i hope you enjoy the pro-shot on youtube!

Anyway my friend had some not so nice teeth and during dinner the father of his fwb was like “you work where you work, you sleep with him and his teeth look like that? Get him an appointment.”and then bounced. So his fwb made him an appointment at the practice she managed and my friend ended up needing like 3k worth of dental work and his friend with benefits just gave it to him for free.

-You discover a new document in your “completed” folder. It’s 20k words of fantasy and adventure. You have no memory of writing it.

- You take a sip of your coffee and set it down to type. After a moment, you take another sip only to find the cup empty. You have written ten words.

- You go to take a shower and discover writing on your skin. Dialogue, character description, tips for edits. You don’t remember bringing pen to flesh.

- The cursor blinks at you. You blink back. Time stretches as you blink, back and forth, back and forth until, at last, you both stop blinking entirely. Nothing gets written.

- The same word appears three times in the same paragraph. You edit them out, only to find them, again, three paragraphs down. You close your laptop and decide to go shopping. You stare at the word flashing by on the way to the store. You feel followed.

- Your pen carves vicious corrections onto a printed copy of your story. Later, you will not remember the way you grit your teeth while editing or why calling a character effervescent is “superfluous.”

- There are words scrawled on receipts, on post its, on torn out scraps of paper all over your room. You recognize your handwriting on most of them and choose to ignore those bits in handwriting you do not.

- Your mom asks about your day. You do not know how to explain the exhaustion in your bones or the way your neck aches with the weight of eyes you’d tried to leave on the page  or the way your fingers are still typing phantom words against your thighs. You tell her nothing happened.

- Your roommates are concerned. You have not spoken in days. You wonder who it was you were whispering to last night as you scratched out another outline at the kitchen table.

and then later when he SNEAKS INTO A CORNER TO FUCKING… facetime yoda… like “ok so we have these millions of identical human men who were apparently suspiciously ordered for us by someone???” and yodas fucking response is just “when countless sapient lemons life gives you…….. send those lemons into intergalactic battle you must”

Obi-Wan: