Making Stuff Up, episode 1.2
Making Stuff Up, episode 1.2
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Making Stuff Up, episode 1.2
Making Stuff Up, episode 1.2
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Stuck in Jawbone
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Misery Monkeys in Space
Misery Monkeys in Space
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Unincorporated
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Weird Little Town
Ye Olde Faire Vigil Creek Nature Preserve Falling Rock In Spaaaace Updates Making Stuff Up, episode 1.1 August 14, 2020August 20, 2020
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Making Stuff Up
Unincorporated: Paranormal Romance, pt 2 – Making Stuff Up In a series of awkward conversations, the our heroes(?) discover that the ghost is more familiar than they thought, Mia confesses her feelings to Tamara, Onyx faces Laurene's wrath, and Sammy gives Jason the wrong impression. Also, some very bad plans are…
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You know the days when you have too many emotions at once and they are all floating around way the fuck too close to the surface and running into each other and you feel like you might start crying if anyone says something either too mean OR too nice to you, and it would be fine if you could just go walk in the woods and let those feelings settle into place, but no, you have to be at work?
Daily Prompt: Slog
via Daily Prompt: Slog So, what’s been happening to the Slacker since… uh… June 30? (Whoa, that’s been a lot longer than I thought.) Well, you might guess from the post title — it’s been kind of a slog. But at least it’s a slog with results: I passed my defense! I… well, I guess technically I won’t have graduated until December, but I’m done with school! Thanks to the wonders of ADHD meds, I…
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Stress-clicking
It’s been a while. And I’d like to say that’s because I’ve been super busy with all the awesome things going on in my life, but… yeah, not really. I am still a student; my defense got pushed back to next month. A few more weeks to revise my thesis and put together my presentation. Also, a few more weeks to stress out. And I still haven’t started working full-time. I have a job lined up; my start…
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A face for radio. And a voice for silent films.
An old friend asked me to make a video for a project she’s working on. It’s for a good cause, and I thought it would take like an hour, max, so I said sure. I worked on it for like 6 hours yesterday and am not done. Turns out a thousand-word essay does not fit into a minute of video. My first attempt was 7 minutes. I’ve pared it down to 3, but I’m aiming for 1. I’ve seen my own face in the mirror…
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Home is where the garden is.
Home is where the garden is.
Late assignment for Photo 101. I don’t feel like a place is really home until I’ve planted a garden there. This is the second year I’ve had one in that corner, but the frame and compost bucket are new additions. The strap hangers on the outside are for trellises and/or a greenhouse frame. Trying to be patient and only plant things that can survive a freeze, because even though it’s been warm…
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I just discovered a serious gap in my education
Oh my god, how did nobody ever explain to me how spectroscopy works? It explains so many things that were just briefly touched on! It’s not even hard to understand! And you can seriously build your own spectrometer and point it at lights and see what gasses they contain. How the hell did I never do this in middle-school science? Is this something everybody else did while my tiny backwoods school…
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Spring
It’s the first week of March, and I’m sitting outside the laundromat in a T-shirt and jeans, eating a month’s worth of sugar, fat, and salt thanks to the donut shop around the corner. A one-eyed house sparrow is singing in the parking lot, and all the exotic trees are blooming. The natives aren’t fooled. There’s probably at least one more freeze coming. But one of these years they’ll be wrong,…
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Bleh.
Yesterday, several lines of major storms barrelled through here. I went to work in the morning, but my boss sent me home between the first line and the second. I got home and enjoyed an hour of nice weather before the next line hit. There was a tornado warning for my corner of town, briefly. The tornado siren at the local university went off, and my cell phone alerted me, so I called the cat and…
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Exercise
I have a rocky relationship with exercise. It’s not that I’m afraid to break a sweat — I don’t mind exerting myself in the process of doing something useful or interesting. But exercise for its own sake is So. Fucking. Boring. Back in 2012 I bought a little mini-elliptical machine and set it up in front of a set of wire shelves, on which I set my laptop at the proper height. But the bobbing up…
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Cat Assistance
(HUMAN is putting together an exercise bike. CAT is trying to steal shiny things out of the socket set case.) Human: Nowhere in the instructions does it say “Cat assistance required.” Cat: Clearly an oversight. Human: You have literally a dozen jingly balls stashed around the house. Leave my sockets alone. Cat: Fine. I’ll just be over here tearing the plastic off all the parts. Human: That… is…
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Who the fuck thinks this is okay?
So I’m on my way to work, and I stop at a gas station on the way. The handle is kind of fiddly and keeps cutting the flow of gas off if I squeeze it like one pound more than it takes to make it work. I curse under my breath a bit. I notice the tanker truck there and think maybe the tank is just low. I look at the old-ish white man filling the tanks and, dammit, I accidentally make eye contact. I feel a little stupid being visibly annoyed with a problem he’s in the midst of fixing, so I smile to indicate, no, it’s not you. He’s shaking his head. At first I think he’s making fun of me. But he’s looking over toward the store. I gradually realize I’ve been hearing rap music from that direction. It’s not that loud. Like, too loud for your roommate to play while you’re trying to sleep, but not loud for outside a convenience store. The guy is just shaking his head at them dang kids and their rap. Which would be fine. Except, he finishes up while I’m still filling the tank, and he comes over and says something amazingly racist involving gorillas and music. I’m wearing my work shirt. I have been told explicitly that the city takes a dim view of their employees being rude to anyone while wearing anything with their logo on it. A guy who will approach a stranger with a racist comment is probably a guy who will call that person’s employer and complain. I can’t tell him to fuck off. I sigh, roll my eyes, and turn back to the pump. He walks away. As I get in the car, he calls “have a good day, ma'am!” And then I realize he thought my eye-roll was re: the music, not him. And I’m pissed off for the rest of the day.
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