“Sir, sorry ‘Sir’.. sorry-“

Made the mistake of ordering an AMC pretzel. A heavy imposition. A Doughy nightmare.

Let me tell you, It’s a cool day to no longer be a web developer

As an owner of large wet eyes. It. Really is like that. Throughout my life I’ve watched my eyeballs resolve conflicts for me. Conflicts that in fact, should have been resolved with a conversation, or even with y’know, consequences, for me!

Tbh, not even master of my own will enough to keep myself from crying when sufficiently overwhelmed, even when I know it will derail and inevitably manipulate the flow of conversation. A truly mortifying flaw.

As an owner of large wet eyes. It. Really is like that. Throughout my life I’ve watched my eyeballs resolve conflicts for me. Conflicts that in fact, should have been resolved with a conversation, or even with y’know, consequences, for me!

Having a Movies October

Have a very strong memory of making a (simple, poorly) animated piece of art for a class and the critique was mostly dominated by a couple of guys saying “yeah this looks like a cool rave, like a in a warehouse, I like it” back & forth with each other.

Afterwards like, 5 quieter women came up to me in a small cluster to talk about it (sweet of them) and one of them point blank asked “hey so like, that was about sexual assault, right?” And I was like “yeah, basically”. Symbols certainly resonate differently with different people.

Last repost requires a disclaimer that my undergrad education was actually excellent by most standards, and ritzy. But nonetheless I frequently think to myself that the conditions which caused my brain to form as is (and as is, it is my greatest treasure) could no longer be found in the world.

Really had to pull my brain through many horrible cocoons to finally get it to be a butterfly, but I can be anywhere in the world and the way I see the world and think about what is around me will still be that butterfly, and flutter for me.

It me leg

First time I’ve been insulted by a fortune cookie.

Unfortunately nothing activates my consumerist heart like a ren faire. Suddenly I am a hollow demon, and my soul and stomach can only be filled with all of the finest anachronistic material objects in the world.

I need several pairs of wings. I need a collection of jeweled crowns. I need artisan crafted swords. I need strappy leather objects which suggest utility but in reality are for holding teacups and colored feathers on my person at all times. Without these things? Surely I will perish.

Unfortunately nothing activates my consumerist heart like a ren faire. Suddenly I am a hollow demon, and my soul and stomach can only be filled with all of the finest anachronistic material objects in the world.