BreadCat the Colorist

@breadcatstudio.bsky.social

https://erikmoadcolorist.carrd.co/ Artist, colorist, doodler, writer, reader, teacher

🎉 To celebrate six years of The TFUK Guide, I am giving away this brand-new Transformers Retro Optimus Prime! 🎉 To enter: - Follow this account - Share this post The winner will be randomly picked on 3 October 2026. Open worldwide. Good luck!

A photograph of a MISB Transformers Retro Optimus Prime toy

I'll be posting Nothing but coloring from here on out. I'll do my best to tag the artist of the original piece, but if I don't and you're the artist, or you know them, please comment so that they get the proper credit that they deserve.

Professional creatives,"I'll figure it out." The job I'm applying for,"we want you to have a degree, know exactly what you're doing at all times, never fuck up, read my mind, work hard to make me rich(er), be able to explain every second of every day, put up with my tantrums, and bow to authority."

Predictive text doesn't mean that your phone understands you. The vocabulary that we use to interact outside of our own minds is limited and that deeper meaning comes from mutual experience and deeper understanding, not from the sounds that our meat makes when it slaps wetly around an orifice.

Florida unemployment website won't let you sign in, and when you call the phone directory will transfer you to the wrong department and you have to try again. But even when you follow the correct prompts it sends you to the wrong dept, interesting.

"What's dating like as a single dad?" a fellow parent asked me. "I don't," I said. "Too weird. Too stupid." We are in such a weird place as a society. Online dating turned out to be a fishing expedition in a desert. IRL is like wandering the asylum trying to find the least insane.

Well... can't afford rent, car insurance, food, internet, nothing. Haven't been able to find any kind of part time or full time work. I am at a total loss, and I'm two inches from losing it. Just I figured I'd yell into the void before I sleep.

Went to open house at my kids school, 1st class was PE. They did a Pledge of Allegiance on the squealing speakers, and since they didn't have a flag they had to pledge to the old faded Pepsi icon on the score board. Just like in high school, I didn't stand or pledge to Pepsi.

To say "the ends justify the means" would suggest that there's a definite end. Life goes on, we keep moving forward, so there is no end, there is only the means. And when your means is hate, vitriol, and violence then you perpetuate those paths and you never get to whatever ends you had in mind.

I don't think my Nintendo 64 was sending all of my personal information to data centers that were so loud neighbors couldn't sleep and poisoned water for miles around. My N64 just did its job, and made me so happy. Right now... I'm not happy. I'm stressed, and angry, and tired, and numb.

SHOUT-OUT to Political Cartoonist extraordinaire & Member of the Order of Canada Michael de Adder, who routinely does a far better job of holding this administration accountable than the corporate media. Thank you for your attention to his brilliant satirical wit! 🙏 (also: 🤣)