A friend of mine just described going for a run this morning then being physically unable to have a meeting at a standing desk with no chair.
It weirdly made me think of social-exhaustion as an introvert. It’s not just that I can’t then use my thinking and feeling parts without ‘muscle pain’ internally, but also that in external communication those mental legs won’t move correctly anymore, regardless of how hard I stick them out and try to waggle them.
Metaphor broke down a bit there.
Well that’s less than ideal. Just starting on the non-metallics and he tried to run away. Now showing one of the real downsides of resin prints - on contact with soft carpet from maybe a one metre drop, ‘his arm’s off’. Half tempted to bodge an oversize Ork power claw on there.
Huh, turns out I’m genuinely not painting Skeletor. I remember him as purple with yellow accents, when he is, of course, blue with purple. Is it possible I just have a weird obsession with yellow boots now?
From one meme to another, definitely not painting Skeletor for an attempt at this month’s Fedipaint.
Woke up from a dream of trying to buy a shirt covered in ‘Dracula stickers’ (fully awake me can no longer remember what this meant) with the thought ’not another Dracula dream’ (fully awake me can no longer remember any other Dracula dreams).
The absurdity continues.
I am baffled and delighted at the news that Sugar is getting a second season. There’s no way that was expected to happen.
Once again reminded how absurd it was that Donna Summer covered State of Independence and we all just accepted it as a totally normal holiday hit.
Eldest.
… ?
Anyone know of any good willow tree reference photos? Asking for a friend.
Somewhat horrifyingly, I may be about to call my own bluff.
A braver painter would just straight up Bombadil this guy.
Egg-inna-mug season.
Egg-inna-mug weather.
TikTok sometimes really does surface absolute gems, and I don’t just mean the infinite cat and pupper videos. Found via the algorithm, Colin Vearncombe’s acoustic version of Wonderful Life: https://youtu.be/AqXzRTT0csI
There’s something very specifically Septembery about walking to the local post office in the driving rain.
It’s weird that it even fits, who knows how many other things I can no longer see that I’ve put there before it. Sun lotion from 2010. That pair of dedicated Amazon-box-opening scissors I bought a year or two ago.
Knowingly re-entering the transition-space between ‘I’ll just set this on the banister so I remember to take it upstairs’ and acquiring a cool new invisible banister ornament.
It’s basically Orktober, right? The season arrives earlier and earlier…
What on earth is the link here? Smuggling? https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/02/15/upshot/british-irish-dialect-quiz.html