I really like Jimmy Buffett's song, "A Pirate Looks at Forty." Though I think I mention this in an earlier post that 40 is kind of a ridiculous age to be looking back wistfully and when I play the song on my guitar, I always change the line to an over-60 victim of fate because it is more applicable and realistic.
Plundering pirates came to me in the wee hours of the morning as I pondered t-shirt designs and I came up with this one. But I also developed an alternate one that I like too.
There are a couple of odd definitions for plunderwear if you Google it, but it hasn't been overly used so I don't feel like I pirated or plundered it from anyone else. It may appeal to pirate buffs even with another version of my grizzled old face on it.
Though I have resigned myself to the fact that I don't seem to have a firm handle on what appeals to people these days in the merchandizing realm. But I continue to be inspired and motivated to crank out at least one design a day.
I've kind of taken a break from Trump designs. There really doesn't seem to be a market for them and no one on Twitter X pays any attention. Twitter X reminds me of the Western Front in World War I with two great armies entrenched on opposite sides occasionally venturing out into no man's land to try and gut each other. But most of the time they stay in their own trenches hurling clever insults at the other side that never actual make it to the other side. But everyone in the trench gets a good chuckle out of it.
Twitter X informed me that today was my 14 anniversary of being on Twitter X. Hard to believe. And I still don't see any point in Twitter X.
Other than making clever insults on posts about Trump and and his stupid followers. But even that is getting old (kind of like the disturbing post with a drunk Rosanne Barr babbling incoherently on a podcast trying to explain why her lipstick looked like it was applied while she was driving a Mac Truck...it wasn't pretty).
Arrrrr....
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