it's just the unfortunate shape of my face @unfortunateshape - Tumblr Blog

Justin McElroy talking about accessibility in live theatre (June 9, 2019)

“Art is happening everywhere all of the time” but an awful lot of it seems to only ever happen in New York and London, doesn’t it?

Okay so

Ilya and Shane move in together. Shane is not thrilled that Ilya leaves all his kitchen things on the counter - in semi-coherent stacks and piles, but bottles and jars and pots and pans are just kind of everywhere.

They talk it out. They compromise on a system where daily use items, like coffee, stay on the counter but most items find new homes in the previously empty kitchen cabinets.

(They have also conveniently solved all their communication issues, don’t think about it too much.)

Cue a “go to the store, buy a bottle of hoisin sauce” situation.

By the fourth time Ilya comes home with an unnecessary bottle of hoisin sauce, Shane makes a plan.

While Ilya is out probably buying a fifth bottle, Shane gets to work systematically removing all the doors off the kitchen cabinets.

“There,” he says when Ilya gets home. “No more out of sight, out of mind.”

#heated rivalry #the first thing I did when I moved into my new apartment was take off all the cabinet doors #ilya rozanov #Ilya rozanov has adhd

laughingpinecone

The consumerism of images. Trace residue of surrealist creation buried in the sands.

Now, at the edge of the desert, the light of the image withers away.

“The man who cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot," they used to say, but the tomato, that brilliant Object, is sand these days, and nothing can be said about horses that won't fall like dry hissing to the listener's ears. Nevertheless, you walk through the sands. ➼ choose your path for the sheer joy of it as almost everything has been said and made and sold ➼ make words make love to one another, like that time in days of yore, before they were sand, when a sewing machine and an umbrella had their rendez-vous on an operating table ➼ they also used to say to "believe in the future resolution of these two states, dream and reality, which are seemingly so contradictory, into a kind of absolute reality, a surreality, if one may so speak" if that's of any consolation? A rite of shared surrealist creation, approximately 30 minutes long. One ending, several million possible surrealist poems on your way there.

Our new game is out, free at the link!

laughingpinecone

...with a really cool trailer, voices courtesy of @azurefishnets and @sunnyaliceart!

tlirsgender

Being sensitive to changes in barometric pressure is crazy what do you mean my problem is that the wind changed direction. What do you mean it's the fuckin clouds

insaneclownpussi

CHICKEN FARMER I STILL LOVE YOU is probably my favorite place in nampshire

world-of-lang

jeanritchie

hey man is it cool if i bring my pet airpod. no worries if not

bathroomcube

vamptits

she was at the club. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that she was at the club.

brainrotdotorg

alcrego

In the rain

oh heck

This is Stella Heck. They are a genderqueer scientist, engineer and astronaut. Stella can get other Sims pregnant. This saga is brought to you by neighborhood stories. I can only be held responsible for Stella and Katelin getting together, trying for baby and then Stella fucking off. :)

This is Katelin Oh. When Stella and Katelin were young, they had a torrid love affair and four children together: Sidney, twins Augustus and Alvetta, and Everly.

Augustus, Alvetta, and Everly.

Stella was more interested in their career than raising children, and Katelin struggled.

Katelin died of anger when the children were young. From then on, they were raised by Katelin's younger sisters, Katelin's roommate, and Katelin's angry ghost. Alvetta died young in a pool ladder accident (officially, "drowning") and left behind an adopted daughter, Arabella (bottom left). Sidney wanted to make sure Arabella always had family and adopted a son, Abram (bottom right). Arabella and Abram learned about death from a young age, watching their elderly aunts one by one be welcomed into the afterlife by their grandmother's angry ghost. Augustus and Everly left no official heirs, but dedicated their lives to raising Katelin's grandchildren. Now teenagers, Abram and Arabella are fast approaching adulthood under their grandmother's ghostly, angry eyes...and accompanied by the shrill cries of their...uncle.

Stella, fast approaching old age, sought out Katelin's ghost to make amends (I bought Life and Death) and, well...old habits... Next time: we meet Stella's soulmate and some of Stella's, ah, let me check here, other 15 and counting children.