Are Fedoras Really That Bad?

today’s date is the 3rd? what’s next, the 4th? the 5th? the minor fall, the major lift? 

random shit i've heard people say in college

"do you think i can slap myself with my foot?"

(in the middle of class) *the sharpest inhale ever* "BANANA BOND!!!"

"i think my brain is on a creative high rn"

"for years, i thought my cat was male. turns out she was female. i found out when she gave birth to kittens."

"WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN"

"gandalf's "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" but its the cfal teachers saying it."

"how many pedos are on the pedophilia audio?" "pedo pedo pedo pedo pedophilia" "..." "did you not count?" "nO?"

"this pen. its very blue."

"this is why YKB's retiring."

"implicit orgasms are superior to explicit orgasms."

I respect poetry so much because it does what I cannot do - say so much with so little.

When I have something Much to say, it takes me just as many words to say it. I say it with words that are each of them bland and common, unimaginative by their lonesome, with the hopes that if I stack so many together and squeeze a single drop of Much from each that it might flow into something meaningful.

When I have something to say, I say it twice. I say it three times. Because the first or second may not have captured the point. Because I do not trust myself to express the full essence saying it just once. Like just now, those last two sentences. I’ll repeat myself a third time for good measure - because I do not say it right just once or twice.

Poems say things in only a half, only a quarter. They choose single words worth more than ten of mine. I want to know how their minds shop for words. I want to distill myself like poets do. I want to trade in all my too many common words for the way they use an extraordinary few.

If I keep writing this, I’ll write it forever. I’ll explain myself again, as I have already, as I’m doing now. With more and different other words, with the hope of saying myself fully, like how all the hatched and messy wanton scribbles from a pen might finally color in a page. I want to change that. I want to not rip the page I’ve oversaturated by the tip of my pen.

I’ll start tomorrow, maybe, to explain myself less.

the dichotomy of reading billionaire romances and watching shameless

truly losing my patience for weaponized incompetence in group projects. "oh... i'm just bad with computers..." or "oh i never learned how to use excel..." you are surrounded by free resources to teach you those skills. it is not my job.

Aru: You guys, this is nuts. This morning, I found a lottery ticket on the ground outside the museum, I scratched it off, and I won $18.000!

Mini: Wow! That's amazing!

Rudy: Better luck next time.

Everyone: ....

Rudy: Yes, sorry, from context, I see that is actually a large sum of money.

Incorrect quotes #015

did u know: according to scientists, in October the mitochondria turns into the frightochondria and becomes the haunted house of the cell

The homoeroticism when you tell a man that you'll follow him wherever he goes after only knowing him for 4 months (the weirdly indepth and lengthy conversations about the technical ins and outs of the Nautilus is foreplay)

i’m sorry i know it was objectively rooted in logic but watching annabeth and grover plop percy’s pasty, anemic, dying ass down in some tourist fountain and intensely splash water on him like he’s some toddler they don’t know how to bathe is probably the funniest fucking thing i’ve seen in a good while

*I drew this picture for a fan convention to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of FGO Nemo's implementation.

Work process & Idea sketch