Finding Out There's A Frankenstein Ballet And That It Was In October Of Last Year…DEVASTATING

Silly

Made them for telegram stickers (based on pics I found on pinterest)

I really like the analogy comparing making a discord server to discuss a creator's works without also posting publicly where they can see it and know they're appreciated to locking yourselves in a room to talk about how much you love a baker's cakes and excluding them, but.

Ok. Imagine you spent your early culinary career making that horrible 50s jello food. It's bad. Like really bad. Somehow, though, you debut your first cake recipe and it's fucking incredible. Not too sweet, not too tart or bitter, not too airy, not too dense--it's just fantastic. The world loves it and they make sure you know that. Riding that high you get back in your kitchen and make another cake. Except surprise! Under the frosting, it's all mayonnaise jello and everyone who tries it gets a nasty shock. Your first cake was so good that nobody really talks about the second one aside from furtive whispers in dark alleyways. But never one to be daunted, you get to work on a third cake and spend years on it--you scrap parts of the recipe a few times, but it's finally ready and you show it to the world. People who only tried your first cake come in with high hopes and are not disappointed; people who tried your jello cake are pretty leery at first but you blow their expectations out of the water. This is your best cake yet, as close to perfect as it can be. It's so good, in fact, that one day you get an invitation to hang out in a room where a bunch of people who liked it (and your first cake) have been talking about your cakes and sharing their own recipes inspired by you. They give you a nice comfy arm chair in a cozy but prestigious corner where people can come ask you questions about the baking process or what particular flavors you used or anything that strikes your fancy. Little do you know, though, in the room next door, a bunch of people who liked your cakes also discovered your jello food (which is still on display in your bakery) and are passing it around, trying it, and just marveling at how spectacularly bad it is. You just go between the bakery and your little armchair, working on cakes and talking to your fans about them, blissfully unaware.

You are Andrew Taylor Weir, critically acclaimed author of The Martian and Project Hail Mary.

feel the light shine on my face

last tid bit i recorded. god save queen lauren

don’t talk to ME about gay yearning. in 2020 during lockdown i lived alone on a boat for three months. i went ashore once a day to work in a marine bio lab. we all had to access the lab at different times so we were never together & risking infection. i was alone all day every day, from my boat to the lab and back to my boat. one day a woman anchored her boat beside mine. we passed each other ashore just once at the harbor and she hit on me and invited me back to her boat. i told her i’d love nothing more but i could not risk exposure because of my weak immune system. she said it was a shame but that she understood. that night i was watering my vegetable garden i grew in 5 gallon buckets up on my roof and playing music on my speaker. “american pie” came on and she climbed up on her roof and shouted all the lyrics to every verse at me across the water and we danced together on our respective roofs. she raised anchor and moved on a few days later.

so yeah i know what it is to die a thousand deaths in an instant while your heart beats on.

The summoning

the spirit is unwilling and the flesh it feels not so good also

I got blood inside my phone charging port and now it only works 50% of the time

Bring back actually long tours, fuck it, 10 days just in one country. Bijelo Dugme was doing it right in 1977

So I doodled Ryland and Rocky from Project Hail Mary, very rare fanart coming from me but I had to.