Just wanted to pop in and say your art is absolutely beautiful
that's very kind of you tysm 💓
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Just wanted to pop in and say your art is absolutely beautiful
that's very kind of you tysm 💓
If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?
Thank you @fabulousnomatterwhat for jumping into my Ask box today! Your question seemed familiar and a quick search of my #ask dr. compliance tag confirmed I'd answered it previously. So here's a link to that response for folks who may have missed it the first time!
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If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?
i have the perfect memory 🙂↕️ (I actually had a whole thing written about how my brain is messy and my memory is TRASH but this happened to pop in my mind)
If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?
I would say anything that involved my mum. I lost her 3 years ago, so I’d be happy to just re-live any memory that she’s part of, especially one when we were both happy and smiling.
Thank you for the ask, hun! ♥️♥️♥️
You can fight anyone no consequences, who any why?
If I punch Túrin it might knock some sense into him and some curse out of him
If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?
Memories that have come unbidden today:
The time my 6yo daughter went to the sushi bar with me on a Friday night and we sat at the sushi bar and the businessman she sat next to audibly groaned as she climbed into her chair. Only for him to apologize to her when she politely asked him to pass the soy sauce because he assumed she would not have any manners because she was a child. We were sat at the border of two different chefs so the entire night they competed with each other to make the best sushi art for her. I had asked for small portions so she could pace herself and they took full advantage of the steady flow of plates.
The first time that I made a drum sing. It wasn't a true talking drum where the player is able to adjust the pitch on the fly by squeezing the drumhead ties with their body as the play. This was a bog-standard kettle (style) drum that was supposed to just go boom-boom-boom, but once my hands knew the drumhead's surface, I got into the rhythm of it and it made sounds that others were surprised to hear.
I will assume that by "reliving" a memory, you mean to "experience the scenario again as if for the first time". First-time joys that I wouldn't mind forgetting if it meant I got to live them over again:
When I tried the internet ice-cream cake recipe with a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream and the resulting bread was so good that I devoured half of the loaf on the day I made it. (I lost the link but it was to mix 1 pint of melted ice cream with flour in a small bread pan and bake as a normal loaf. But I don't remember if it was 1 cup of flour or 2, but it was a big meme on Tumblr for a hot minute.)
Making biscuits for my daughter for the first time and taking the most ugliest, pitiful, visually decrepit, eldritch horror-adjacent lumps of steaming something ever to be ejected from an oven and placing the tray on the trivet in front of her. To call the drop biscuits piss-ugly would be an insult to a regular body function. When I left the kitchen to mope about it, she waited for the biscuits to cool off enough to handle, got the butter, and promptly erased the evidence of two of them before I realized that it was too damn quiet in the kitchen. She later told me that she thought that I had made them ugly on purpose to make her laugh (which it did), but regardless of what they looked like, they were very yummy and she took a third to share with a friend at school. "The lumps hold the love."
Marching band competition in my youth. I managed to score a critical spot for a combined-school band that was to make an entrance into a particular stadium. Front row. The lead player for my instrument section. That moment when the rear gates were opened and the drums were marking the time and our feet were marking the distance. "Ready to play!" Instrument at the ready. The drum major's whistle giving the signal to begin play. A deep breath as the drums counted the cadence and then.
No. That's all nice and nostalgic, but you know what... if we're gonna replay a day, let's replay the day that my band nemesis and I ditched class to go behind the gym to settle once and for all, who was the better player. Except we weren't exactly subtle nor quiet about it, and almost all the band members joined us to bear witness. And our instruments weren't exactly quiet ones either, so it didn't take long for the principal to find us. He wanted to bust us, but the band teacher, who was supposed to have gone home for the day, had found us first and held him back because some things can't wait.
We had chosen a competitive marching band piece for our personal challenge. The better player could play it from memory, on proper timing, without slowing down for the difficult parts, and nail the superior solo. At first we were going to flip a coin to see who went first, but ultimately we decided that since we had an audience, that we would play tandem, and let our peers judge us.
We played. I knew every missed note and timing fumble on my part. Each time I did, I could only hear his perfect rendition smothering me. The short piece was over. We looked at each other. And to both our surprise, we both stuck out our hand to surrender to each other at the same time. He nailed the solo perfectly. He said that I had kept to the cadence far better than he could, even if it meant missing a difficult note to do so. We actually started to argue about how the other was a better player.
And then the band teacher and principal came around the corner. Welp. Busted.
We were told to face the wall and the band teacher took a show of hands from the audience about who was the better player without getting (or receiving) stink eye.
Our peers said I was the better player, this time. So I got first chair for our section, this week.
We all got detention, but if we spent the rest of the ditched class hour helping food services clean up the multi-purpose room, the detention would be scrubbed and our parents wouldn't be called.
My nemesis, my friend. We were ruthless to each other for competition, but we also supported each other and our section. We both learned very quickly that the way to be a better player was not to tear the other down, but to literally play to each other's strengths. I would never find such steel against which to sharpen my ambition again.
If you could relive any memory, which would it be?
Oh, hard question. I think it would be a tie between one of the concerts of Avantasia, my first trip to the mountains and meeting up with my girlfriend for the first time.
Thanks for asking!
If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?
Gonna be cliche but I'll go with the first time I met my girlfriend.
Thanks!