You see them, don’t you? The rappers.
When the social obligation doesn’t lead to total spoon expenditure (TSE), there’s a genuine high to be experienced at its completion.
(This would be my Dune Chapter intro quote)
Picking up that Paul Bonner art book has me sketching again for the first time in years. The man keeps on giving.
(Very good for a melancholy mood)
(Not a playlist title)
(Although… 🤔)
Paths to places are better than actual places.
I suppose technically it does need other colours on there.
Tiny little forward boops.
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‘Languishing’. A perfect term for it.
I’m realising, as I see others talk about how quickly they can now get long-abandoned or half-finished projects up and running, that I’ll almost certainly never work on a little hobby-app project again.
It just feels so utterly hollow to do any coding at all.
I loved those never-to-see-the-light-of-day lil guys.
His little face 😍
Awkwardly speaking with a neighbour whose name I’ve forgotten, giving their dog pets, asking its name, hearing and even repeating it aloud… while only ever consciously thinking, ‘I’m doing it, I’m correctly having a human interaction’.
The dog’s name lost forever along with its owner’s.
Handwriting fiction is so strangely fluid compared to typing. I hate that I need to relearn this every few years.
Slow as syrup but always moving pleasantly, discardably forward. Unlike the bursty, halting, redo-regret of the ‘faster way’.
Hmm. I think I’ve accidentally added ‘fox’ into the goat-pupper-Thor ambiguity here.
Divebombed by butterflies.
If the camera can’t even focus them, we call them done, right?
I’m not sure my lolly requirements have ever previously been high enough to have reached the level required for such differential subtlety.
Is there an existing word for the transition point in an ice lolly which, while not yet being drippy, will immediately begin to break up pleasingly upon insertion into the face hole?
Teeny tiny tippity-taps of NMM.
Eyeball count: still zero.
It’s all fun and games picking up the world’s smallest pupper, but then you realise this thing has eyeballs which will need painting.
The heat batters our precious, human flesh like a seagull defending a car park.
It also implies that dinosaurs probably had quite a sarcastic laugh.