Speaking of ζΊεΈ― items: I'm trying to photograph my malar rash so the doctors will stop trying to gaslight me and the goddamned phone camera, which adequately shows color and texture in the viewfinder, keeps slamming a glass skin filter onto the image as soon as the shutter goes. Stop that!!!
Oh to be a tamagochi somebody could lovingly carry around on their beltloop instead of a cursed spirit with memory issues in a meat container that won't stop cannibalizing itself, getting infections, or being severely damaged by UV light.
The houses seem like a rip-off for the build quality you get but the unit kitchens look really nice in the showroom. Modular, simple enough not to go out of style, no weird gimmicks. If I wasn't on my retro-maximalist bullshit they'd have been my pick for kitchen reno.
A very round Bohemian Waxwing on a branch with red berries. The bird is light brown and gray with darker brown upper wings. The edges of the wings are black with white, yellow and red spots. There is a peach band on the forehead and black around the eyes. The head crest is raised.
Meditative borb #birds
close up on a watercolor painting of a unicorn deer with leaves in the background
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figure sketch
Raw-dog straight-from-the-tap blood infusion was the second-grossest thing in the film after the tradwife shit, 2American4Me.
Well at least the dog just dies instead of being subjected to midcentury medical ethics.
Incredible world where we are less concerned about coffee beans going stale 3 years after the apocalypse than about anti-vampire garlic going bad in a deep freezer. IT'S A BULB YOU CAN JUST MAKE MORE GARLIC.
Apparently denatured-egg-slop-for-perverts-who-don't-like-regular-orange-juice was the official drink of the 1964 World's Fair in Flushing. Perhaps I will try it for science. I do eat a lot of raw eggs, I just think adulterating freshly-squeezed orange juice is a crime.
Between that excerpt from The Grapes of Wrath where they pour kerosene on the fruit so nobody can eat it and this pervert shit with the eggs in orange juice I am developing a dim opinion of Californian citrus.
Watching "The Last Man on Earth", the 1964 film that was the basis for "I am Legend", and Vincent Price wakes up in the vampire apocalypse and walks into his kitchen and does something with a blender and I thought he was cracking an egg into it and got so scared.
Three covers of my novel MASSIF. The UK and Australian ones have a photo-realistic approach, the US one is illustrative. All feature a seated figure looking up at a mountain range ascending into space. US cover illustration by Matt Griffon. UK cover by blacksheep.
Cover reveal time!
An adult science fiction novel tinged with horror, about the crew of a small warship in a relatively near future where humans hitch rides to the stars on sentient star-faring mountain ranges called Massifs.
Can be pre-ordered at the usual places, *please* do so. Thank you.
He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
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No I was too busy trying not to piss myself in animal terror. 60cm is apparently my hard limit for claustrophobia.
I Survived Accidentally Opening My Eyes In The MRI Machine
Also pretty sure this is the one who killed his kiddie-diddling brother, *somebody* killed him for my mother's sake.
This one's real and there's a newspaper article with it in the basement!
Did you know that Salvador Dali designed the Chupa Chups logo? I think he would enjoy this concept.
Everyone in this family is so fucked up I think they have to warp probability around themselves to live. Like what do you MEAN my mother could afford to go medical school because her uncle paid for it with the winnings of a *transcontinental motorcycle race*?
I wonder what happened to the lightning hat; he died the year before I was born but my grandmother's house was full of his stuff. He shaved his head bald to be more white-passing so he wore mesh trucker hats and one of them had a hole blasted in the crown and the metal hardware was all burned.
Floridian alcoholic grandpa got struck by lightning out on the golf course one day and it apparently fixed him bc it's what made him start AA and try to fix his relationships with his family.
Cop grandpa... everybody say thank you bees.
The Floridian alcoholic who beat his kids with thorny citrus branches was a professional golfer, awning manufacturer, and drawbridge operator.
The Russian Jew who beat his kids into unconsciousness and died of getting stung by a honeybee was an NYPD detective.
(Haven't watched it before, generally don't like 80s fantasy films with special exception for The Last Unicorn and The Princess Bride)
Watching The Neverending Story and I can't believe you are all more upset about the horse than the horrible father drinking orange juice with a raw egg in it, what in the quaalude-addled hell.
I have two parents with dx'd autoimmune diseases and meet all the criteria for lupus, there's no diagnostic mystery, they just won't DO anything other than shuffle me between departments based on symptoms bc nobody cares about a weird talking dog.
I'm so πͺπͺπͺ about it. I got yelled at for "WHY DID YOU STOP COMING TO PULMONOLOGY"; because I can't keep catching pneumonia every month just for you to dispense mucolytics in-person without offering me drugs that will halt the progression of my multi-organ inflammatory disease! fuck!
Wish I could get something out of this shit regional hospital other than respiratory infections and really worrying blood tests that come with Free Shrugs.
Nothing like some asshole with an undergrad medical degree arguing with you that you've got morning sickness when your intake form says "past surgical procedures: salpingectomy" on it.
