@youzicha Following too closely on I-95 is a CHOICE and totaling your 2014 Toyota Prius with an expired inspection sticker is GOD’S PUNISHMENT
I was stuck in Waltham all day taking a defensive driving class to get my driver's license un-suspended when I abruptly remembered that 15 years ago I used to draw dragons all the time. For my entire life I've been all "oh I can't do visual art, just engineering drawings," how did I forget that I used to draw dragons all the time.
Anyway, I tore out a page from the workbook and did a lil sketch. That's Nirothrax, he has four wings and he's mostly dead and the players in my d&d campaign are slowly working up the nerve to finish the job.
Please do not expect me to post a ton of art, literally all I can do are little pencil sketches of dragons.
I am madly in love with the ANTARES nanoARPES machine at the SOLEIL synchrotron light source. Look at this god damn thing. It's a beautiful monster. What the fuck.
I am madly in love with the ANTARES nanoARPES machine at the SOLEIL synchrotron light source. Look at this god damn thing. It's a beautiful monster. What the fuck.
I was stuck in Waltham all day taking a defensive driving class to get my driver's license un-suspended when I abruptly remembered that 15 years ago I used to draw dragons all the time. For my entire life I've been all "oh I can't do visual art, just engineering drawings," how did I forget that I used to draw dragons all the time.
Anyway, I tore out a page from the workbook and did a lil sketch. That's Nirothrax, he has four wings and he's mostly dead and the players in my d&d campaign are slowly working up the nerve to finish the job.
Please do not expect me to post a ton of art, literally all I can do are little pencil sketches of dragons.
I decided to write my own commentary in the workbook to keep myself entertained. They provide a pretty good record of my state of mind through the day.
These are my marginalia from half an hour in:
And here we are approaching the eight hour mark:
I was stuck in Waltham all day taking a defensive driving class to get my driver's license un-suspended when I abruptly remembered that 15 years ago I used to draw dragons all the time. For my entire life I've been all "oh I can't do visual art, just engineering drawings," how did I forget that I used to draw dragons all the time.
Anyway, I tore out a page from the workbook and did a lil sketch. That's Nirothrax, he has four wings and he's mostly dead and the players in my d&d campaign are slowly working up the nerve to finish the job.
Please do not expect me to post a ton of art, literally all I can do are little pencil sketches of dragons.
Here’s the workbook btw. I can’t tell if this is sexist or racist or neither or both. Either way I do not trust this man. Much improved by dragons.
I was stuck in Waltham all day taking a defensive driving class to get my driver's license un-suspended when I abruptly remembered that 15 years ago I used to draw dragons all the time. For my entire life I've been all "oh I can't do visual art, just engineering drawings," how did I forget that I used to draw dragons all the time.
Anyway, I tore out a page from the workbook and did a lil sketch. That's Nirothrax, he has four wings and he's mostly dead and the players in my d&d campaign are slowly working up the nerve to finish the job.
Please do not expect me to post a ton of art, literally all I can do are little pencil sketches of dragons.
I was stuck in Waltham all day taking a defensive driving class to get my driver's license un-suspended when I abruptly remembered that 15 years ago I used to draw dragons all the time. For my entire life I've been all "oh I can't do visual art, just engineering drawings," how did I forget that I used to draw dragons all the time.
Anyway, I tore out a page from the workbook and did a lil sketch. That's Nirothrax, he has four wings and he's mostly dead and the players in my d&d campaign are slowly working up the nerve to finish the job.
Please do not expect me to post a ton of art, literally all I can do are little pencil sketches of dragons.
I have one of those robot vacuums but there's a mirror in the house low enough to the ground that the lidar scanner can see a nonexistent room in the reflection so on the navigation map it's generated I have a room that doesn't exist that I have to forbid the vacuum from entering.
Another set of uranium glass dishes! Dinner plates this time. I love the way the blacklight illuminates the pattern!
These aren’t quite as hot as my mugs, but they’ve still got enough uranium in them to get the Geiger counter to make some alarming noises. Either way, the dose is low enough to be practically harmless (even at very close range).
This style of translucent green uranium glass is often called “vaseline glass.” My mugs are an opaque “custard glass” style:
Every time I see a duck I think to myself that I want to pick up that duck. There is a sort of quality of the duck that makes it feel like the act of picking up the duck would somehow be analogous to those strange videos where people use knives to cleanly cut through multilayered cakes. There would be a sort of accumulative act even without taking permanent possession of the duck. It would rather be more like pulling the lever on some ancient machine which makes a counter increase by one. The duck is the lever. I hope my meaning is clear to you all?
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