Absurdly small forward steps, but this is now a full-on hobby streak: two consecutive human calendar days of tiny, tentative brush-pokery.
Trying to bring back a little saturation while keeping the contrast by applying yellow and purple glazes.
There’s a faint whine of something being stressed to its limit in the stormy dark.
(Not me…)
(… currently)
It is, of course, essential to choose the mini with the greatest number of back lumps when practicing skin.
Never a great sign when you can scoop the cardboard box from what was just delivered to you with cupped hands.
We have reached the ‘100% vocal fry’ stage of the meeting.
Imagine being trapped in the hell of not being able to finish writing something you still love, while those who love it most just wish you dead.
George R. R. Martin created a book series so beloved that his fans actively despise him for it.
Just out here aura-farming.
… she had never been on TV before.
… just now learning that the performance was a last-minute booking for a song that she had just finished writing and wasn’t even on her current album at the time.
I think it may be too dense a reference to use in mere human language.
Okay HobbyPals, let’s see if I can top last year’s record of one (1) completed mini. I’m semi-confident I may be able to match that same pace again in 2026 if the knees hold out.
Not a great start tbf - even with my red-green deficiency I can tell that the yellow-red and black-purple here are nails-on-blackboard clashing. Maybe I can do an oil filter when I see how bad the rest of my colour choices turn out to be?
Finally getting around to Better Call Saul and… ah, yep.
Without spoilers: there’s a short sequence in the season I’m currently watching which follows a person finding an unknown device, testing it, determining its purpose, and then repurposing the device—simultaneously resolving and opening up plotlines; developing character—all done not just without any explanatory dialogue, but without any dialogue whatsoever, and it is both clear and cinematic.
(You all already knew, of course)
If I was ever kidnapped (by street toughs) and forced to construct my own ‘Darmok and Jalad’-style allegorical language, ‘KT Tunstall On Jools That One Time’ would probably be a lynchpin.
Woke up to hail, falling directly down onto the roof on a windless day, sounding like the house was wandering aound somewhere underwater. Now settled into the silence of an actual snow.
I bought a Switch 2 in the middle of 2025 (my previous games console was, and I keep having to double-check this, the original NES), and finally picked up No Man’s Sky, a mere decade after it launched, looking for a chill space-themed exploration sandbox.
Every time I dip into this thing it accidentally generates cover art for never-written sci-fi novels that teenage me would have devoured.
Must try to dust-off the writing pen in the new year.
Al Leong is, of course, the real hero here.
The Die Hards (of which they sadly only ever made two) are now playing, it’s officially Christmas Eve.
Now I Have A Machine Gun, everyone. Feet Smaller Than My Sister, to you and yours.
Old graffiti, fresh fast food wrappers, a single lost glove.
Getting the train home from a stop I haven’t used since I worked nearby years ago.The odd interaction between the ghost of a place and its literal decay.
It’s only noon and I’ve almost eaten an entire 200g Lindt chocolate teddy. Tis the season!