More Magic

Everything is art. You just have to decide HOW it's art.

[oceanicmajestic]

[fleetwood-mac-andcheese]

[itsbasil]

you put those tags on this post where they belong

[setulose]

Trace amounts of Monica in my life

[setulose]

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

[setulose]

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica

[sweetfears]

Too funny to leave in comments @inkskinned

[brucemanimean-batwayne]

every time it rains i have the urge to say “well our plan to stand alone in a field with a metal rod is out” which no one ever recognizes is from phineas and ferb but usually kills anyway

[seat-safety-switch]

Do you have a mind palace? I thought not. Only us higher-evolved beings, with the power of ultra-rationalist thought, can fashion an entire construct with the endless powers of the human brain. When I need to solve a crime or decode a riddle, I go to there. The riches of this psychic realm are soon laid at my feet.

Last week, I had to go in there for a different reason. I was making salsa, and ran out of a very important ingredient. No matter, thought I, the Mart of Wal shall possess many. One simple swipe on my mobile telephone will send a Toyota Camry beladen with it into my driveway, and my nascent salsa will hardly notice the interruption.

The problem? I could not remember the name of the ingredient. My phone's insertion point blinked, waiting for – no, demanding – delicious input. If only I could remember the name of this goddamn item! Retreating to my study, I faced one of its many mirrored walls, and focused on the innerspace.

It was a trap! Unable to remember, I roamed the halls of my own private hell for what felt like an eternity. Imaginary civilizations rose, fell, and were lost to the ages. The very universe ground to a halt, stalled, and imploded. I awoke abruptly, and noticed that I had a small nosebleed.

Oh, right. Jalapeños.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[strawbeb]

yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it’s called being flexible.

[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

I didn't read your email but I gave it a sniff

[torstherapy]

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

req'd by @possessedpumpkin

bestie if i do that my knees are NOT gonna let me back up again

text: Make 'am drop, Girlypop!

[rabbitrah]

Me thinking why a whale (big) would eat krill (small) and then I remembered rice (yum)

[rabbitrah]

so few people appreciate the wisdom I have to offer.........

[igorafvckassbowlcut]

there are days where NO ❌️ video games are played and there are days where video games are played for 10 or maybe 14 hours straight

[seat-safety-switch]

Have any of your kids become machinists lately? The signs can be subtle, but they're there. Every day, thousands of children become obsessed with precisely fabricating intricate mechanical parts. Only some of them become productive members of society, like hot rod builders or railway clock engineers. Virtually all of them are lost to constructing scale-model steam engines. Concerned parents are watching for the following signs.

Police know that the first sign of affiliation into a new gang is a change in the subject's vocabulary. New words. Unfamiliar names. Did little Johnny never mention the words "locating datum" before he suddenly blurted it out by accident one night at dinner? It may be time to have a conversation with his teacher, to find out more about who he spends his time with at school. If you can get to it early enough, you can nip it in the bud.

In a similar vein, it's important to figure out where all their money is going. Kids who get hooked on the machinist lifestyle will often buy ridiculous things in order to "prove" their affiliation with the gang. One mother of two in Rhode Island came home to find a bunch of strange metallic cylinders on her doorstep, shipped overnight from FedEx to her youngest child. Round stock. She thought it was "just a phase." Her child is doing time in a federal penitentiary, after getting all fucked up on DYKEM markers and stabbing an engineer for submitting an insufficiently dimensioned drawing.

Last, an obsession with precision is often your last chance to have a talk with a wayward child. Are things in your house suddenly becoming rigidly aligned to an invisible grid system? Are you noticing things becoming burnished or otherwise polished, that weren't before? A trusted adult's timely intervention when your kid is micrometering a piece of sheet metal found in the alley may be all that is saving your kid from a lifetime of obsessing over thousandths.

With your vigilance and hard work, we can keep children from growing up to become machinists. Nobody's dream for their child should involve "estate sale full of hundreds of thousands of useless brackets."

[unclefather]

what if..... no.... we couldn’t.... what if we kissed.... in the joint mri scanner.....

[gothycollie]

A long time ago, in the Age of Physical, software would be stored on beautiful mirrored discs, and inside each disc a tiny wizard lived who would install the software for you.

[gingik]

[comikbook]

lets make bad art together

[comikbook]

[comikbook]

i just realized that i forgot to put the word “make” in the image and i think thats fitting lets bad art together