This one at least partly rain-induced. May not count for professional scoring.
Into the days of waking up in darkness again.
Untold hundreds of travel adapters.
Apparently I’ve been keeping a bunch of broken desk lamps and old DVD players in The Cupboard That I Studiously Ignore. Bonus: found a copy of Moon that I didn’t remember owning.
The real pro-strat has been in cunningly only buying Coke-Zero-shaped books for the last 15 years.
Would it be weird to pack books in 24-pack Coke Zero boxes?
Considering moving house and suddenly my year’s-worth hoard of undumped Amazon boxes seems like logistical genius.
One of those slick-grey starts to the day that feels infinitely long.
You could move the clock but you’d definitely need special shoes.
Drama-queen clouds over the lough earlier. Not visible: walking-in-the-rain levels of humidity.
On a train. Literally brought sweatbands with me.
It’s so warm that my bewildered house is making its deep midsummer groans.
The view out front is clearly autumn but the back garden is baking in a summer’s day. Spiders apparently chasing flies from one to the other.
“I’ve been in this room before”—my childhood terror at the holodeck scene from ‘Schisms’ continues to add a tingly piquant on rewatches.
Slowly trying to add some colour and texture differentiation. I want to push towards a dirty, patinaed gold for the metal.
Currently trying to grok non-metallic metal. Baffled by how well it seems to be going.
Like most of ex-birdsite iOS, I resisted but ultimately followed @stroughtonsmith down the rathole of getting back into mini painting as a kinda harmless midlife crisis… somehow I now own a 3D printer.
There’s a comforting thok-thok-thok out there of a neighbour doing something maintenancey to their house. I may clean the kitchen in solidarity.
You and me, productive stranger.
This beautiful beast has just arrived.
For some reason my brain goes to Zodiac. It must be 99% vibe.
Is there a genre of film which is just pre-horror horror? Something with the vibe of The Shining before all the spook-em-ups. Vaguely banal but off-kilter normalcy, with the sense of something coming.