What am I looking at…?

The green one a couple days ago broke my brain.

WIPjenni There is unrest in the forest.

There is unrest in the forest. Instagram version

Ask a simple question and get a War & Peace-esque twitter DM in response. (The simple answer is that I produced a series of artworks entitled #100daysofmoreofthesame.) But let’s make this interaction more interesting. Write up a gallery label for this puppy and impress us all with your observational skills, intuitive insights and descriptive prowess.

CLUES:

  • Nature
  • Destruction
  • Greed
  • Common household item that is proving itself far more durable than my constitution to see it several times a day, every day, for another five years because I was raised to not be wasteful and if an object is still fully functional it shouldn’t be replaced.

TAKE A GUESS! Post a caption, narration, explanation or low-brow insult on twitter with the hashtag #WhatIsIt and we’ll see just how observant and/or creative you are.

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Living in a moment, any moment.

Live in whichever moment you choose. by WIPjenni
I enjoy the arts – a lot. I follow artists, creators and craftsmen almost exclusively on Instagram. Among them are quite a few calligraphers, hand letterers and font designers, which is generally pleasant since Instagram is not really for still photos anymore and it’s chock full of short, ‘process’ videos of people drawing, inking, writing, and basically gives me plenty of opportunities to get absorbed in watching ink and paint flow onto a surface; something I have been a fan of as long as I can remember. We’re talking like a long tome ago – way before a billion and one things were tagged #oddlysatisfying.

The problem with following so many letterers is that unfortunately, they are not the most creative of folks when it comes to coming up with things to letter. My feed is a font of re-hashed, outdated, and to be quite blunt, boring, quips and quotes. If I read “live, laugh, love” one more time, why I’ll…! OK, I digress. My point is that a goodly portion of the posts (on Facebook too – it’s just image macro-wanna-be-memes on FB) contain ‘advice’. Annoyingly saccharine, generic ‘advice’ like “always be kind” and “live in the moment”. The iterations of “live in the moment” has fundamentally become the tribulation of wipjenni social media accounts.

Much as I went on an anti-everything-needs-to-be-a-diagnosed-condition-to-count mission awhile back, I now have a hazy focus on letting people know that they have an inalienable, human right to live in whichever moment they choose! You are not wasting time. You are not some unenlightened buffoon. Nor are you – and this is important – humaning in the wrong way for 21st century life.

Think about whatever you want to. If you want to dwell in the past, anticipate the future or scrutinize the single Skittle in your mouth right at this second, go for it. Think the pants off of it! And here’s the beauty of my message: YOU can think about whatever moment you choose (real or imagined) and then switch to a different one (or several) at the drop of a hat! Go on, bounce back and forth or stay stuck where you are! They’re YOUR thoughts to do with as you want/need/love/hate.

Please, don’t ever let anyone tell you your using your mind the wrong way, and never believe you’re not the master of your own thoughts. We live in a “shame”-crazy time, but your mind is your own. Use it as you see fit.

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“Sometimes I mix up my words.”

Sometimes I mix up my words. by WIPjenni
We live in a bizarre time of supreme irresponsibility and absolute accountability.

Are you allowed to be pleased with aspects of another culture? Are you prejudiced if something doesn’t please you? Is it right for someone else to have the authority to dictate which it is, when, and how much is appropriate?

There are two sides, but it’s the same coin.

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“You’ll never guess what they got up to while I was watering my collection of succulents…”

Never Guess by WIPjenni
I see what you did there.

Few things infuriate/upset me more than people who take advantage of, or literally manipulate living creatures in an attempt to get attention. The de-valuing of life, limb and sanity in the pursuit of going viral is one of the worst things to come out of internet accessibility.

‘Keeping up with the Joneses’ is bad enough when it manifests in gross consumerism and abandonment of personal substance, but when it crosses into exploitation at best, and abuse at worst, something needs to change.

Prints available on Redbubble: http://bit.ly/neverguesswipjenni

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I Never Could Get the Hang of Wednesdays, aka, The P.O.D. Towel Day Dilemma

Ugh, argh and WTF?

For three months I’ve been researching, investigating, analyzing, adapting, updating and uploading for the sole purpose of having some of my art & design stuff available for print-on-demand merchandise. This is nothing new for me; back in the day I was involved with a relatively successful CafePress adventure, but to indulge my inner old man (who I shall call “Bill” in honor of my gruff-but-lovable, maternal PapPap), POD was a different animal in the wayback of seven years ago!

To simplify my rant (and focus on self-promotion) I’ll lead off with the mostly harmless, little graphic I’ve been most excited about sharing recently – sharing specifically on towels. It’s time-sensitive and also a nod to the days when I enjoyed reading novels for the sake of them being enjoyable and not as desperate escapism from the world in which we live. (Would another “Ugh, argh and WTF?” seem redundant even if it’s topically relevant again?)

Here it is now:
Hitchhiker's Guide Hoopy Frood Supply Co. by WIPjenni
You might not know this, but International Towel Day is May 25. It was started shortly after Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (et al) author, Douglas Adams passed on. You also might not know that 42 days until May 25 happens to be Thursday, April 13. You also, also might not know I’m writing this on Wednesday, April 12.

If hoopy froods, towels, 42 and Thursdays have no pop cultural meaning to you, I strongly recommend that you read the Hitchhiker’s Guide Trilogy. (The actual trilogy, not the four-book trilogy that includes So Long and Thanks for All the Fish. It’s quite probably the most disappointing fourth book in a trilogy, ever. And if you do read it, definitely don’t read Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, also by Mr. Adams. And if you do read it, don’t come crying to me when you can no longer appreciate a loquacious string of superfluous adjectives without breaking into a nervous sweat.)

This is the encapsulated dilemma portion of events… Redbubble has a nice face and a pretty sweet backend: NO TOWELS BUT ALL SORTS OF OTHER PRODUCTS. Society6‘s UI is like a first gen NES that’s been under a box of worn out Converse All Stars since 1985 – and still is: ONLY WHITE TOWELS IN SEVERAL SIZES AND SOME OTHER PRODUCTS. Zazzle abandoned their ‘community-centric’ business model years ago,and I have now abandoned them.

So. I have random merchandise available through random services even though I have dedicated an embarrassing amount of time to finding an online print on demand shop that offers good quality products, responsive customer support, reasonable prices, fair artist royalties, and a broad enough selection of merchandise to satisfy my somewhat bizarre notions of what items particular art stuffs should be printed on. I know. A girl asks too much.

I have abundantly failed in streamlining my process, but, I have achieved a modicum of success in making my creative content accessible in forms that you may appreciate. I would appreciate your buying something. May I suggest a towel?

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BREAKING NEWS: Myopia Epidemic – Glasses Don’t Help!

Funky Eggs, Facebook; Fractious, Fanatical Fallacies and a Follow Friday Flop: My Week in Review!

No, that’s really pretty much the whole week other than household chores and repairs. I did a #FlashbackFriday of the first artwork I made using Photoshop, visited Facebook long enough (too long!) to argue that freedom of speech applies to everyone in the USA (not just ignorant bigots); made the statement that “If you stand with Trump you’ll fall for anything“, also made the statement (again) that I’m not “condescending” just because someone doesn’t understand me (it’s reeeeeaaalllly obvious when I’m actually being condescending); then I wrapped things up by gaining a whopping 11 Instagram followers (my goal was 60) – one of which is a real person.

Funky Eggs 2002

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Stick it to the Man(baby)!

I don’t have the time at the moment to write up fab chunk of philosophy (sometimes it happens!) or a rambling piece of prose (usually happens), or even a rant about whatever insane ‘news’ is out today (happens alarmingly often)!

I’ve got some bigger irons in the fire, but I’d be remiss in my resist if I didn’t contribute just a dash of support on the daily.

Because we all need to stick together!…..

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Jeeze Louise! What’s this Country Coming To? aka #TheTrumpMenace

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I. Can’t. Even. <– not just an outdated ‘white girl’ meme, the state of my believability meter since November 8, 2016. For realz <– another one. I was almost certain it was going to happen even though I wanted it to not happen so hard! I took GREAT pains to try and prevent it. I failed. Now for months I have been shaking my head, shaking my confidence, shaking my fists, metaphorically shaking every asshat, idiot, fool and COWARD (there has been an abundance of cowards) that’s had the misfortune of entering my space, shaking up and plain old shaking my nerves. Quite literally, shaking all over.

I bet you’re thinking I’m going to ramble on and on about how eminently f***** up the US of A currently is; guess you don’t know me as well as you thought you did. :) I. Can’t. Even. There is too much f*****. There comes a point when the most verbose, long-winded, loquacious, wordy person’s drive to expound is eclipsed by the instinct of self-preservation. (At least for awhile.)

But that’s OK, because there is some good news – a tonic for the clear-eyed, open-minded, profoundly disheartened, shaky folks! Lessons in humanity and the foundation of America’s most noble principals only moderately clothed in consumerism!

Go to YouTube and watch the full 84 Lumber message/ad, watch the Airbnb message/ad, watch the reused Coca-Cola message/ad; watch these ads that eloquently present the best of what this country is, while simultaneously sticking up two normal, adult-sized fingers at the current POTUS. Watch them all at least long enough to count as a view and let them be proof that the United States values life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, and we will NOT allow ANYone to distort that vision or corrupt our Constitution!

[I was just wondering… did you hear Ray Charles singing America, the Beautiful in your head whilst reading that last paragraph? I did. It made me laugh. I guess all my talk about ads must’ve reminded me of one (or several) that featured that tune.]

**MY AD** Spectatorial Haze is now available as a sticker. Buy some and stick it to the man. (Actually, a few men, but you know, that I know, that you know who we’re both talking about.)   **AD OVER**

Honestly, kids, watching ads (and buying stickers) may not seem revolutionary, but when reality itself is being threatened it’s fundamentally and absolutely imperative to demand the truth and create factual situations that cannot be ignored or perverted by even the most delusional.

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Get Your House in Order!

UPDATED (boldly) January 25, 2017!

It’s been awhile since I posted and the site stats prove it! So here’s this art thing I made and put up for sale as a wooden poster. [It was a wooden poster (because all the cool kids are gluing stuff to wood now), but it ended up totally sold out, so here’s a version on traditional paper. Some might say the way the good Lord intended a poster to be.]

WIPjenni Zazzle House PosterIt’s a retro, mock-mid-century, early-20th century-esque, vintage vibe poster that TBH, makes me laugh a lot since Delusional Donald Trump threw a hissy fit about Paul Ryan. [I haven’t been laughing so much since then.]

In reality, aka ‘the world that doesn’t reward nutjobs and asshats with fantasy notions of being important’, the message is really just about clearing out the old crap you don’t really have a use for to make room for only the things you love and need.

It’s also what my husband yells when the folks at Wendy’s can’t manage to put a honey mustard sauce in with the nuggets. It’s pretty funny, but I guess you have to be there.

So yeah, that’s a poster I made and it would be sweetness if you could buy one, or several – they’re really cheap. PRINT NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE

[I haven’t decided if I’ll make the original available for sale yet, but I will most likely be desperately shouting it from the rooftops if I do.]

[Keep it REAL, kids.]

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Another day, another dollar. Naw, I’m only kidding!

It’s August folks and I am about seven days away from a full-on, end-of-summer panic. (I’ve been daydreaming about how awesome next summer’s going to be for about two weeks now.)

Summer is my season. June is my favorite month, and I even see that as romantically bittersweet because it’s ‘the beginning of the end’. Really; in my fantasy land I’d spend every June day blowing bubbles in a field and lounging near a sparkling body of water while laughing gaily with an ever-so-slightly-open-mouthed smile.

On chilly, stormy days, I’d sit near an open window with an organic cotton, beach-colored throw almost covering my perfect pedicure while sipping a La Croix Sparkling Coconut Water and reading old, hardcover books, or writing out my deepest thoughts on saving the world. Some days I’d sketch the ‘essence’ of a particularly sentimental tree in my Moleskine with my Copic drawing pens.

Every day would end with a bonfire and an off-the-shoulder, light-weight, linen-blend sweatshirt. My diet would consist of fresh fruit, grilled vegetables and meat, punctuated with an occasional Rocket Pop or Dark Chocolate Klondike – and maybe a funnel cake delicately torn into bite-sized morsels by thumb and index finger-tip with partially extended pinky while wistfully frolicking at a charming, old-fashioned street fair.

I’d wear the perfect outfit to every outdoor concert and spend hours on end waxing poetic about clouds and sunsets and children’s laughter.

[insert empathetic mind-wanderings here]

WIPjenni's Summer 2016 Dream

Summer 2016 Dream

The reality is that this summer in particular, has been disappointing. Circumstances conspired. Attitudes faltered. Countless ‘cheap-chic’, spring wardrobe-lifting shopping efforts dragged into numerous summer attempts, and nearly all resulted in thankfulness for well-planned-ahead “free returns”.

I ended up thoroughly immersed in the hopeful plans and hopelessly missing the realities of community pools, dollar-store sketchbooks, discount flip-flops, backyard barbecues and all the blissful pleasure of watching lightning bugs from the second-hand patio furniture. I did manage to squeeze in a few Klondikes. ;)

My tragedy of pride (or “taking the high ground”, if you prefer) in March – the heartbreaking decision to distance myself from a dishonest ‘business partner’ instead of moving forward with WIP Arts in some-form-is-better-than-none fashion – really set me back. I’m an optimistic person, but I take things seriously and I take them to heart. I can make allowances for another’s naivety and I have no qualms about a certain amount of selfishness – it’s akin to self-preservation (Hey, human nature, good to see you again!) – but even “you’re too kind, WIPjenni” (shoutout to Bootleggers Media) has limits and draws a very heavy, very dark line at publicly being called a “loser” for putting ethics ahead of financial gain.

There have been more than several false starts since I first realized that encouraging and creating opportunities for EVERYone to experience some sort of ‘artistic’ expression and appreciation was something I needed to do, but there does come a point where tenacity leads into the distinct impression that one’s barking up the wrong tree.

I’m still not utterly convinced, (tenacity is a tough nut to crack), but I’m pretty confident that White Oak is the wrong tree for me.

They (the all-knowing “they”) say that setting clear goals is the key to achieving success; well, kids, my main goal has been very community-centric all along. Pretty much since my 6th birthday party when all my friends left because I insisted on a “democratic vote” to decide which game we should play. (It was an election year and my Libra cusp demands a nod to fairness. What can I say?)

Now here’s the 2016-Summer-Down-the-Drain Epiphany… it turns out there’s an “I” in “community” and that’s all most folks can see! I have love for all the letters.

I’m not without personal motivation, though. My “I” is the feeling of accomplishment; the satisfaction in helping/making/inspiring/enabling someone else to experience something good and positive. Putting a smile on someone’s face is joyous for me. When that smile comes from some new knowledge or perspective, my joy becomes downright rapturous. And like all things that feel so gosh-darn good, it’s a little addictive.

My drive toward that satisfaction can be interpreted as condescending, aggressive, or plain old snobby, and let’s face it, none of us enjoy being ‘spoken down to’. But the thing is, my gentle readers, that’s not where it comes from AT ALL. As far as I can tell, it comes from a deep-down urge to share. I want to share. I need to share. My enthusiasm, intelligence and that cumbersome tenacity create a perfect storm of near-desperation for understanding. Honest, it’s like a I need a fix. A big, juicy hit of “Oh, yeah, I get it!”.

That’s where I’m coming from. That’s why I’m almost certain that if a community wants an all-welcoming, all-sorts-of-options, creative enjoyment space, they wouldn’t avoid or ostracize the person trying to do it because they “use big words”* and see more value in sharing understanding than building a bank balance (or getting praised); the community might just step up and pitch in. The reality is, their “I”s are bigger than their stomachs and my “I” can see its own limitations.

“Sure, but what does all that have to do with summer or days and dollars?”, I hear you mutter.

Well, the summer days flashed by while I was reordering my priorities to try and earn some shekels with my own creativity, learning how to communicate with smaller words and abridged passions on other people’s soapboxes, and largely dealing with the mounting trials and tribulations of each passing year.

And a good many of them were spent cursing Amazon.com’s inability to offer “free returns” on off-the-shoulder, light-weight, linen-blend sweatshirts. ;)


*I don’t start off with “big words”, I just end up trying ALL the words to reach that ever-elusive understanding.

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I judged you Amish.

First off – a huge “thank you!” to all my new subscribers. You Rock! You’re a star! I heart you, hard!

SHIRTS NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE ON ZAZZLE

Every now and again something that is considered ‘so random’ in common parlance comes down the pike and even though it’s not strictly “random” (you know, because it somehow relates to what’s going on at the time) it still feels really random. It makes you laugh. Then it makes you recollect. Then it makes you reminisce. Then it makes you hungry for the donuts that everyone in a local community Facebook group were going on and on about a few months back, but you now know you’ll never taste those praised “Amish-made” donuts because despite everyone’s absolute – obnoxious at times – devotion to those adored circles of fried dough, the shop went out of business.

Then you get back to reminiscing.

I was brought up in a family of campers. Most weekends and for several weeks out of the summer, we camped. Not roughing-it-in-a-tent (usually) camping, but roughing-it-in-a-canvas-roofed-trailer and years later, roughing-it-in-a-metal-roofed-trailer-that-actually-had-a-bathroom camping. It was fun. It was also in Somerset, PA (the canvas trailer) and in Clarks Mills, PA (the metal trailer). Both of these areas had higher populations of what I will respectfully call “Plain People” (because I’m not an expert on religious groups and I’m no more able to tell a Mennonite from an Amish by sight than I can a Presbyterian from a Methodist) than the Pittsburgh suburbs.

I was a slightly odd child (and possible odder teen), so I always enjoyed slowing down to pass (or waiting to pass) a buggy. I have an inherent appreciation for simple and straightforward things, so the orange/red warning triangle on the buggy back was always an invitation to smile at strangers – something high speed doesn’t encourage – and take a good look at a horse. I’m not a “horse person” as such, but I do think they’re beautiful and recalling that I’ve ridden in two separate countries, on two separate continents, gives me a happy, satisfied feeling to be sure.

Anywaywho, a week ago my dear family was having a get-together to celebrate my parents’ 53rd wedding anniversary. It was a lovely time – food, drink, sending my folks to Uniontown for a holiday (long story, don’t judge) and at one point there was a conversation going on – one of those charming little ‘side conversations’ that happens in kitchen doorways and on stairs – and for reasons that are lost to history (at least my memory’s version of history), one of my wonderful, lovable, hilarious nieces (I’m blessed with several) commented that she had judged someone Amish. I would love to relate the entire story, but I laughed so hard at her delivery that I just don’t remember it. I know there was some lighthearted remorse for the “judging” and a valid explanation why the judgement was made. But in true form, I’ve retained only enough of the occasion to keep chuckling about it to this day. And in true-yet-more-recent form, I’ve made a t-shirt art design thingy of it.

WIPjenni Zazzle Hardworking Hipster Henley I judged you Amish

Also on a Hardworking Hipster Henley!

Off and on for one week I’ve been chuckling (sometimes even a full-blown chortle), being nostalgic for childhood family vacations and wondering if I should feel ashamed for regretting the missed opportunity to validate my suspicion that the glorified donuts didn’t have even a passing association with anything or anyone Amish. ;)

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#wheresthetylenol

[Apologies in advance for mildly obscured profanity. The rest of the world may not care, but I do have some decorum. Nevertheless, if the word fits, I have to use it. :) )

More than just an opportunity to share a micro video and reference one of my favorite Christmas traditions, this is a super-important test to see just how responsive the responsive theme and responsive embedder actually are. If it doesn’t work, you may never know, ’cause I’ll be snatching it down faster than a Carolina wren snatches a June bug in mid-flight.

Of course, this is the internet, and what happens on the internet tends to stay on the internet, regardless of any pro-active snatching. I suppose I’d better throw out a quick description of the video in precautionary preperation for any staying.

I adore videos – from the original black & white silent films of 100+ years ago to fractions-of-moments long abstract art pieces from 73 seconds ago. Sensory combos are a hoot (I also adore words and phrases from all eras,) and sound & vision are quite the pair! Since my epiphany/revelation/derp moment that I’d be much happier getting on with my things and largely giving less f**ks (How many fewer f**ks can I give? None. none fewer f**ks.) about what anyone else is up to, I’ve been much more experimental with free apps and those godawful/godsend Photoshop filters that can be quite fun once you realize that you’ve been overestimating just about ev-er-y-thing.

So. There’s a shed-load of unspent creativity in my house. There’s also a butt-ton of up-tight intensity. Additionally, there’s a heckofabunch of misguided repression. So. Like the tss-t-tss-tss of an Oster pressure cooker, it serves no purpose unless there are tasty vittles inside, and if the steam doesn’t sputter out, the whole kit and kaboodle’s gonna blow. Kerplow!

SOLUTION: Tss-t-tss-tss all over the place! My Man’s finally working on a new project and I’m working on giving none, none fewer f**ks. Which can be conveniently veiled (or brazenly exposed) by the gossamer threads of expression. Oooh.

The following is a teeny, tiny snippet of what was going on in my mind and what was streaming into my ears for about six hours. Please, sit back and savor just a few, sweet seconds of responsiveness testing. Err, I mean “art”. Yes, that’s definitely what I mean. ;)

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Eeeeeeerrrr…how cheap you are! or, A long Fiverr Forum Story with Little Payoff.

The best insult I’ve ever been the recipient(?) of.

WIPjenni Eeeeeeerrrr...how cheap you are!
by WIPjenni

Away back in the day (a little over a year ago) I found myself in the midst of a heated debate about copyright, regular ‘right’, pleas for assistance, gross and not entirely unhumorous name-calling, with a wee bit of what-constitutes-good-commercial-design banter thrown in. Good times, Good times.

This altogether petty yet somehow resonant conversation was started by a colleague (wow, that word seems highfalutin for what follows) on the Fiverr.com forum. (See, what I mean?) For those of you who don’t know, Fiverr is an “international marketplace” (extra highfalutin) where all sorts of folks sell all sorts of services and in some cases, products, to really indiscriminate buyers who are usually only vaguely interested in quality, and are barely (if ever) concerned with legality.* Hence its huge success.

This particular conversation wasn’t noticeably infuriating or entertaining, but there did come a point when exasperation became the norm for myself and some of my more, uhh, how does one say… professional, ethical, associates? Unfortunately, the original thread was removed by moderators once it took on the flavor of “Yes, we all know that this site is a den of questionable business practices that are generally encouraged to ensure a steady flow of ill-gotten-gains for the owners, BUT, that doesn’t mean we all have to play along.”

In this instance, yet another seller – whom I shall call “Trumpy” for ‘her’ mindbogglingly emphatic support of her delusional perspective, that at once admitted wrongdoing and also displayed the defense of being entirely correct – was offering “100% original, custom designed logos”. For $5. With a 1-hour turnaround.

Trumpy was really something quite spectacular. She not only blatantly stole logos from the internet (with a stealth not unlike a rhinoceros leading a brass band through a Catholic mass,) she also insisted that she was being victimized because the creator of what she was using as her own logo told her to stop doing it, and some of her fellow Fiverr sellers kept trying to explain (with painstaking patience and a fair degree of tact, I might add) that stealing is wrong and that passing off the trade/servicemarked logos of multi-million-dollar, multinational companies as her own work, was stupid.

The bulk of us involved in the chat eventually came to the conclusion that Trumpy was probably several people working under the same username. (It’s a common enough practice on Fiverr, as it’s patently not allowed according to the terms of service.) There are quite a few user/groups that work 24/7 to keep their response and turnaround times unbelievably tiny – a seller is worthless to Fiverr HQ without their attention-grabbing positive ratings (regardless of work quality or moral fiber).

After a surprisingly long-lasting and intense exchange that involved numerous links to legitimate, established companies’ logos in situ, Trumpy flipped her lid. She spewed a colorful load of accusatory venom – we had no business telling her what to do or not do, and she thought we would be kind and help her get more sales – maybe even buy from her, not be mean and tell her she was committing crimes!

Now, I can be sarcastic, and I sometimes use words that are a little uncommon, outdated, or even quirky, but I do make a genuine effort to communicate in a way that works for those I’m communicating with. However, there are times (many, many times) when I get so indignantly riled that I forget my love of language; my desire to be helpful falls aside and I totally misplace any urge to give the benefit of the doubt – again. So in what was an epically weak rant, I responded with “If you don’t want people to see the stains in your underwear, stop airing your dirty laundry!”

When I signed into the forum a day or two later, Trumpy had replied with “Eeeeeeerrrr how cheap you are!” Only that. Simply, sublimely, and with what I like to imagine as not the merest hint of irony. It tickled me.

That single, enormously expressive sentence immediately projected a vision of some self-appointed, holier-than-thou, street hoodlum-cum-slum boss casting out judgments as to which of the lowly pickpockets deserved to keep a larger portion of their booty based on how clean their air-drying dainties were that day. (I should mention that Trumpy/hoodlum/boss is wearing a Hello Kitty t-shirt, dirty, furry boots and more than several spiked, leather bracelets in my inspired vision.)

It also became a running joke of sorts – a combination reminder of how self-focused and hypocritical people can be, and also how easily anger can be turned to hilarity with one good onomatopoeic spelling. I have barely seen a pair of knickers or the word “cheap” without hearing “Eeeeeeerrrr!” in my head since that fateful day. It’s like having Eliza Doolittle presiding over every load of laundry and clearance sale. Which isn’t a bad thing as long as it’s Audrey Hepburn with a bunch of violets in the hand that’s not holding the gavel. :)

NB: Here’s a link to a follow-up forum thread about presumed-to-be-Trumpy. And in case you can’t sleep without knowing, I had noted (on actual paper!) the exact quote – complete with all seven “e”s – that I found about a week later.

*Yes, there are exceptions. There are actually some high caliber sellers on Fiverr. (You can usually find them by looking for the users with the fewest sales. No-one wants to pay $15 and wait a day for original website content when they can spend $5 for a 10 minute copy & paste ‘article’ that will be full of the same attractive keywords as their competition’s content. Because it is indeed, their competition’s content. Why the buyers just don’t do their own copy & pasting, I’ll never know.) I myself still have an account there. But as one of those increasingly rare people who is unwilling to churn out utter garbage no matter how underpaid the gig is, or how rude, ignorant and demanding the buyer is, I’ve moved on to less soul-nullifying, time-consuming ways to earn a buck. There are a few good buyers there too. They seem to be people who actually work for a living themselves, instead of trying get-rich-quick schemes on the internet.

Since you read it all, enjoy the reward of watching this terrible video that seems like a perfect tribute to working via Fiverr – including the copyright infringement!: Beck – Soul Sucking Jerk

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Leading with a 36 year-old, new wave song, you know it’s going to be a good post! OK, maybe not the best post ever, but the lyrics still stand as viable advice.

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Over the past few weeks there has been some adversity to overcome in the land of WIP, and after some soul-searching, a little stream-of-consciousness-profanity-prose and no small amount of coffee, the thoroughly modern panacea popped up: “MAKE A RETRO STYLE GRAPHIC T-SHIRT!” said my mind. So I listened. I banged out a mildly sarcastic little number that actually has a pretty nifty passive-aggressive vibe for anyone who makes an effort to do ‘the right thing’ and occasionally (or far, far, more often) has to walk away from an opportunity due to someone else’s wrong thing. It’s also a fun shirt if you happen to be one of those people who tends to document everything with images and words, and, oh, I don’t know, A FUNCTIONING, FACTUAL MEMORY! So yeah, it looks good too. Also available in white – for those times between Easter and Labor Day! :)

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I'm recording this conversation. t shirt by WIPjenni

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What does WIP mean?

What is WIP?
Your curiosity has been rewarded. :)

WIP, (W.I.P and plain old wip, too) is an acronym for Work In Progress. It’s most often used by artists and people in other creative work to designate that a piece – be it a painting, a snippet of computer code, a dress or a bookshelf (to name just a few things) – isn’t finished. Usually (but not always) when a WIP is presented, it’s at least completed enough so that the intended final result is obvious or can be perceived fairly easily.

Artists et al, publish WIPs for many reasons; sometimes because they’re impatient and want to share what they’re working on; sometimes to get feedback or direction if they’ve come to a trouble spot; sometimes to get encouragement to finish a piece, or to be let off the hook and told it’s not worth the time and effort to carry on.

There are as many reasons as there are works of creation, adaptation and invention.

Thanks for stopping by!
-Jenni
WIP Arts*

*Named so because progress always requires work, and in art (as in life) there is always something to be learned, something to be improved and something to strive for. :)