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Been goin off and on Tumblr for a little while and just thought I could get in on these shenanigans. :D
I probably won't be submitting anything original and mostly just gonna reblog everyone else's posts so I can try and give them the attention I...
Snipped my finger while opening a bag of coffee, got annoyed at the skin pulling open while working on my hexie quilt, engaged in visible mending.
Patch notes: don’t.
To the concerned folks in the notes:
But seriously it’s literally not that deep, none of these stitches are any deeper than the topmost layer of skin, which doesn’t have any nerves or blood vessels. This does about as much damage as exfoliating. I hurt myself worse by potato peeling off part of my knuckle last week.
Obviously, still, don’t do this - it is easy to hurt yourself if you’re not very experienced with a needle and thread. But, as you can see, I’ve been hand sewing for quite a while.
Don’t worry I had supervison.
Large bastard walked in while I was embroidering my palm and when he figured out that I wasn’t working on any fabric he just said “I’m not even going to ask” and took off to ride his quad.
Do not attempt to out-malicious-compliance the staff at the malicious compliance conference.
Some dipshit decided to pay the conference fee ($250) in quarters. He handed us a wrapped plastic bag full of loose change. “It’s all there,” he said with a shit-eating grin, “you can count it.”
Oh buddy. We’re going to count it. What were you expecting?
At about the time I got to $60, he offered to give us $300 collateral so he could get his badge and go to the conference.
No, bud. You get to watch the most dyscalculic staffer count to a thousand while all your friends go in to the breakfast and find seats for the first talk.
“Ruining someone’s day” is the favorite hobby of everyone here. Why would you hand us the perfect opportunity to wreck your shit and think that was an own? Half the con is calling him “Untraceable,” the other half is calling him “Quarter Boy” and nobody cares what he says his handle is.
I spent an hour counting that and made him go fetch me baggies to hold it every fifty dollars.
This ended up being a good bonus prank for me too, because when the counting was done I wrapped the bags in gaffer’s tape and spent the rest of the day handing it to people very casually while saying “oh here, hold this for a sec” and then watching they weren’t ready for the weight (I only did this to people I know well enough to know this wouldn’t hurt them).
It’s an infosec conference, so it’s a weekend in a hotel full of people whose favorite thing is breaking the law and whose second favorite thing is following the letter of the law while cheerfully violating the spirit.
Sputnik 2, launched on November 3, 1957, carried the dog Laika, the first living creature to be shot into space and orbit Earth. Laika was a stray dog found on the streets of Moscow. There were no plans to return her to Earth, and she lived only a few hours in orbit.…
I dont always get to do drawings with very dramatic lights because its just not climatic in your average drawing, but boy do i LOVE doing it when its deserved. Genuienly one of my favourite things to do in art. And here, with dual lightsource, color balance, symbolism and your good bit of angst… augh is it FUN
My boyfriend, again blending together fanfiction tropes: So what if when you finally find your soulmate, that’s when you discover if you’re alpha or omega, right?
Me, hands shaking as I frantically search for pen & paper: KEEP TALKING
Me: Seems hellish
Boyfriend: So does being an ant person
Me: Again, baby, they’re not ants
Boyfriend: YES THEY ARE. They communicate via pheromones— LIKE ANTS.
Me: So back to the soulmate thing….
Boyfriend: You could trick them into following orders and thinking they’re dead by spraying them with a spritz bottle. I think they need a queen.
Me: So back to the soulmate thing…. Seems hellish!
Boyfriend: Not really. If being around the other person is what triggers the changes, if you want to go back to normal… all you need to do is leave.
Me, writing: (You found your soulmate. It’s changing you in scary ways. All you need to do is leave… how difficult would it be to leave? What pressures exist to stay?)
“The axe forgets, but the tree remembers” is typically a very true statement. Unless, of course, you have moral ocd, in which case the axe has been haunted for weeks and the tree does not remember or care. In fact, many sources report that the axe, which is actually a plastic butter knife, has never been anywhere near a forest. And also there is no tree.
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