#everyday nonsense

[fossilstealers]

It's a lil difficult but I'm all for unnecessary problem coz i don't hv enough you know

[stormshift]

I’ve been listening to the score of the movie Chicken run today because it is EPIC, and one thing I noticed is that the music has so many dark and light elements to it, and they have a kazoo in the background in some of the main songs that just makes the music a little cheesy and then they have those big loud instruments like trombones and cymbals I think. And then it hit me. Kazoos are very underrated. Not enough people give credit to the kazoo, and it’s overshadowed by the other bigger and more meaningful instruments. And yet the kazoo can be a powerful instrument in the right context, outshining everything else. Then something else hit me. If Stormshift was an instrument she’d probably be a kazoo because like the kazoo she is fun and energetic but often underestimated and passed over for the bigger, badder characters. Given her chance she can be pretty mighty, and little things mean a lot. When I created Stormshift I wanted her to be small and a bit more fragile than others and yet give her a lot of personality and bravery and a big spark. Sure, she’s young and childish, but one day she’s going to grow into a mighty warrior. Here’s a completely random slagpost drawing I did of Stormshift staring at a kazoo.

[stormshift]

Does anyone else have a problem where they get so invested in a show/book/comic/game with its own vocabulary and then end up using the lingo from it in real life? If so, reblog this with your story!

So.... I’m pretty into the transformers fandom lately if you can’t tell by my profile and the stuff I post on a daily basis. Lately I’ve found myself using transformers lingo in my every day life, from screaming “Scrap!” when I stub my toe or forget something. It’s gotten so bad that whenever I think of my own anatomy I refer to things in the terms they’d use with transformers such as referring to my eyes as optics and my hands as servos and at times I even feel like I’m a 20ft robot instead of a 5ft7 human girl.

[untypicable]

How to Convince Yourself You’ve Been Productive Without Actually Doing Anything

Productivity is a state of mind—or at least that’s what we tell ourselves after spending an entire day colour-coding our calendar, rearranging pens, and opening tabs we have no intention of reading. In a world where hustle culture is worn like a badge of honour and even naps are being marketed as “productive rest,” it’s easy to feel like you’re falling behind if you’re not launching a side…

How to Convince Yourself You’ve Been Productive Without Actually Doing Anything

[aversiontosideblogs]

I dreamed I had a delivery of kittens—a dozen, short notice, for unclear reasons. My mother informed me it had come hours ago, and I panicked a little because kittens should not be left in a box for hours.

So I get to the living room and get the box open so they can at least breathe and begin examining the contents. It's kind of a checkerboard of kittens and spacer boxes—a kitten in an open compartment and three to four spacer boxes between each kitten.

The spacer box closest to each had at least its name on top and a happiness index, which started out, to my relief, content, and it changed to purring when I scritched them. It looked like there may have been more information, but who knows, reading and dreaming don't get along.

Partway through, I found an unusual one—it was orange, not in the way that cats can be orange, but in the way that cows can be red. I don't think it's a color cats can be, really. So I take it out to show someone in the next room because, look at this kitten, it's patterned like a cow.

There was, conveniently, a cow for demonstration—it was the exact same color, and it even had the same white patch over its right eye. No one seemed very impressed, and not even I was very concerned about the cow, so I returned to the box to finish going through the kittens.

The box had turned over. There were a few scattered spacer boxes (but not nearly enough for how many there had been in the box) and no kittens. I surmised that my cat had investigated the box and had been startled so badly by the unexpected (moving!) contents that she did that cat thing where the maximum amount of chaos is caused by the escape. It was still baffling that they were all gone, though—I had only been gone maybe half a minute, and they were small enough that they weren't very agile.

I found one or two kittens right away underneath the couch. I could hear one over by the coffee table, but I couldn't see it, so I called it over, and when it reached me, I discovered it was invisible. Another one was... just a spider. It was black and white and had fur like a cat (not just insect hairs), but it was a spider—very small and climbed walls and spun webs, so. The dream was not coherent enough for me to tell you if it was at least making kitten sounds for me like the invisible one did.

Once you get caught up in a task like "find twelve kittens", the dream starts devolving, so that's all I remember.

Artist's rendition of the cow

Idk if I've done the color justice, really, but it's at least demonstrating the marking. The color was like a coppery color, too orange to be brown but not cartoon orange, so this might still be too orange. Also, this was a much better cow than I thought I was capable of. The eyes are off, but only in relation to each other, somehow.

[aversiontosideblogs]

Friday night is almost always pizza night. I could write the recipe from memory, I've made it so many times. There are plenty of things that can go wrong, but I think this one is a first for us.

This was supposed to be pizza dough.

In an unprecedented mishap, the bread machine was set to the wrong setting and cooked our dough. We made do, though.

I was expecting it to be Too Much Bread since what's supposed to be two entire pizzas (and cut into 24 slices) was cut into just seven slices. This means that, bread wise, each piece is equivalent to 3 or 4 of our normal pieces. It wasn't bread-y like I thought it would be, and despite being a very different experience from our normal pizza (surprisingly so!), it was still pretty good.

[aversiontosideblogs]

I won't cover every little thing that delayed last week's analysis, but one of them was waffles.

This was taken after I'd already had four of them—two plain while cooking and two syrup'd once I was done. Do not look down on the plain waffle! They are delicious in their own right, assuming you have a decent waffle.

[aversiontosideblogs]

It turns out that if the indoor humidity is at a certain level, you can put a hot item (like a casserole dish) on a porous room temperature item (like a fabric hotpad/potholder) and the heat will expel the moisture contained in the hotpad and leave a perfect little rectangle of condensation on the table when you lift up the hotpad. Fascinating.