Failure Is Always an Option: Negativity to Color and Display by Caitlin Peterson
My rating: 3/5 cats
WELCOME TO NOVEMBER PROJECT! i knew i was going to get a late start on this month’s project because i had a nov 2 deadline for a re$earch project that seemed more important than coloring, and then i TRIED to post here yesterday but kept getting this message:
which is so perfectly apt for this particular project that i couldn’t even be cross about it. (although i managed to be cross anyway, after please trying again later for the entire damn day.)
anyway, i’m here, i’m cranky, AND SO IS THIS BOOK!
WHAT WILL HAPPEN LET’S FIND OUT!
see, i don’t know about this one. this seems like a negative statement, but it’s really optimism in pessimistic clothing. a better caption, if we’re striving for sustained gloom, would be “it will get worse.”
and it will.
this statement is hundo percent on the money, and when i said it would get worse, i was unknowingly talking about my coloring. what a mess!
posting this on a frantic thursday, i feel SEEN!
i love these nihilistic cats, but can someone explain the crab? is it meant to evoke crabbiness? or cancer? feel free to submit alternate interpretations—in a meaningless world, no answer is incorrect!!
while i’m not ordinarily one to take advice from BIRDS, this tracks.
she ain’t kidding – can you imagine nine lives’ worth of this shit?
i am finding this advice more sensible than negative. if “insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results,” then giving up would be the sane move, yes?
this tooth speaks the truth!!!
and make no mistake, because of the supply chain, life isn’t gonna be handing you water OR sugar any time soon. i’m also blaming the supply chain for this crooked-ass picture behind which you can see my marker-testing page. damn supply chain.
the mother-daughter talk i wish i’d had. but while i have you here (DO i have you here?), let’s take a closer look at this picture, shall we?
how is this snail growing leaves out of its shell? what’s the story there? and is it or is it not related to these growths shooting out of this little girl’s oddly-shaped neck?
no responses will be confidential, but they will be greatly appreciated.
painfully and expensively!
🎶 under the seeeeeeea…rocks in my peeeeeeee 🎶
disagree. wonderful things happen. every single day. to every single person except me.
i’m not sure how the picture relates to the caption here, unless that cat has already made a baker’s dozen lousy cupcakes (not pictured) and now has catbaker tenure? but that cat should have job security. it’s doing a much better job decorating those cakes than i would, and i have thumbs.
joke’s on you! my family is utterly indifferent to me.
this guy’s a candidate for the reprint of Men to Avoid in Art and Life.
nah, i’m good.
y’all know how i feel about birds, so there’s nothing negative here. suck ’em all up, sully!
this one is a little too close to home. and considering it’s after four now, i guess i’m fucked.
WHAT! IS! HAPPENING! HERE???
another example of me being kind of into a pretty face even though it’s saying the dumbest things.
ugh, i must have the BEST memory ever.
how is coloring meant to be relaxing? this thing broke my brain a little. it’s all so SMALL!
i know i dropped the ball on this project, which seems fitting, considering, but it’s partly because of technical challenges and partly because i was too busy with THANKSGIVING, and you can now read all about THAT over here:
i will post the rest of these soon, but for now maybe you will enjoy thanksgiving photos?
you ain’t just whistlin’ dixie! i haven’t called my oncologist in years and i know that shit’s been hatching over all my REGIONS again.
see above. maybe third time’s the charm, cancer! i’m rooting for you!
ugh, now i gotta go and start believing in shit just so i don’t get bossed around by some dang BIRD!
oops, i meant to go back and fix that streaky shark but it’s already a belated monthly coloring book project and i gotta learn to pick my time-battles. the lamest hill to die on.
ugh, coloring is the worst.
NO, YOU’RE CROOKED!
wow, two ladies in a row with HIGHLY REALISTIC skin tones. both of their moms fucked a skittle.
yeah, so this is the one that broke my spirit the last time i tried to finish this project. i tried so conscientiously to seek-and-find all the matches so i could color them uniformly but i’m too old for this highlights-magazine malarky and if this means i am a failure, welp—i’m just leaning in to the book’s message.
WE DONE HERE—KAREN OUT.
GIVE TO ME THE 2022 NOW.