on the way home from work a guy pulled up beside me at a light with his windows down and music playing really loud, like upbeat, repetitive, video-game-sounding music, and I was like “what is this, is that mariokart music,” and I tried to look over into his car without making it too obvious, and he had a little Luigi hanging from his mirror and then he revved the engine loudly and drove off

this is a real thing I witnessed, this is something that actually happened

kaki-quin

kaki—king:

electronicmily:

Don’t you hate it when you’re drawing on your computer and you get everything sketched out all nice and then you pause for a second and open tumblr and a picture of Patrick Stewart’s face comes up but before you can scroll down to read why your computer crashes and the screen freezes on that picture of Patrick Stewart and the song you are listening to in your headphones, which is Liztomania, is reduced to a juddering one-syllable loop and you desperately mash ctrl+alt+del over and over in hopes that maybe something will happen or that there is some heretofore-unknown autosave function in FireAlpaca because you haven’t saved yet but the mouse is stuck and Patrick Stewart is staring at you over the continuous spasmodic drone of half a second of audio and in light of the fact that it’s midnight and you’re kind of tired the situation is becoming so legitimately unsettling that finally you just claw the headphones off your head and hold down the power button until the screen goes blank and your computer makes a resigned, sickly beep, sending your mostly-finished drawing into the dark abyss of lost information?

Does this happen to anybody else

I just wanted to see if FireAlpaca has an Autosave function…

…and I see this instead.

hahahahaha oh my god I am sorry.

(but as far as I know it doesn’t)

A couple of Saburos. Except that in one of them he has a tiny ear and one has a huge ear? Consistency is not my game. I am sorry.

He likes the longer hair better but he has to cut if off whenever he goes out on Agency Business because of the dress code. What is the Agency? I don’t really know, and you are probably not supposed to.

Saburo is pretty much singlehandedly responsible for various rumors about the Agency breeding human-alien hybrids. These rumors are false and silly, of course. Saburo’s genetic material is over 99% human, and the remaining fraction is purely terrestrial. What kind of company do you think we are.

Last night I dreamed that there were a lot of ants in my bed, and I was mildly bothered by this but at this point I’m kind of used to the ants and accept them as an inconvenient feature of the house (recently we had ants in the toilet, which is a mystery that will probably never be explained) so I woke up a couple times in a row just sort of thinking “ANTS! Ants. Ants are here. This is an Ant Place.” And then, evidently not in a full state of consciousness, I decided that I had probably offended the ants and should move out of the bed in apology. So I got up and moved to the other side of the room, where I lay down on the carpet, covered myself completely in a sheet ("so the ants won’t wake me up when they walk over me on their way to the bed") and went back to sleep.

It all seemed really reasonable at the time. The floor was surprisingly comfortable.

I have to go to a baby shower next weekend and I’m knitting SO MANY baby socks. I am pretty sure this is the cutest thing I have ever made in my life. I just got one ball of yarn that cycles through a full rainbow gradient, with the intent of just making as many related-but-nonidentical socks as I could. It was a really good decision.
This is also why I keep thinking about Clothes and how kids hating clothes is a true stereotype at this point, but I’m convinced that this is because kids are predisposed to see clothes the way they kind of should be seen, which is as armor. But instead you give a child clothes and it’s like young one, take this shapeless tube and cover your shameful body. What kind of present is that. This is how I feel when my mother gives me three identical shirts in different colors for christmas.
So this is why it turns out I really like knitting socks, because feet are so damn weird you’re forced to make something that’s tailored to your body, and this is how it should be. 

I have to go to a baby shower next weekend and I’m knitting SO MANY baby socks. I am pretty sure this is the cutest thing I have ever made in my life. I just got one ball of yarn that cycles through a full rainbow gradient, with the intent of just making as many related-but-nonidentical socks as I could. It was a really good decision.

This is also why I keep thinking about Clothes and how kids hating clothes is a true stereotype at this point, but I’m convinced that this is because kids are predisposed to see clothes the way they kind of should be seen, which is as armor. But instead you give a child clothes and it’s like young one, take this shapeless tube and cover your shameful body. What kind of present is that. This is how I feel when my mother gives me three identical shirts in different colors for christmas.

So this is why it turns out I really like knitting socks, because feet are so damn weird you’re forced to make something that’s tailored to your body, and this is how it should be. 

In further things I forgot I drew a while ago, here is your Ghibli Girl Protagonist for the story I’d like to make out of that dream where I flew a glider into the ruins of modern civilization to salvage books. Unless I think of a better one, her name is Torus. (In the dream it was just me, but that’s no fun.)
The idea was that the harness thing clicks into the front of the glider so she can hang with her hands free to work the controls and her feet on the steering pedals. That’s a little whistle clipped to her collar in case she’s stuck and can’t move her arms.
She kind of looks like a couple people I know, I think, but that’s mostly unintentional.

In further things I forgot I drew a while ago, here is your Ghibli Girl Protagonist for the story I’d like to make out of that dream where I flew a glider into the ruins of modern civilization to salvage books. Unless I think of a better one, her name is Torus. (In the dream it was just me, but that’s no fun.)

The idea was that the harness thing clicks into the front of the glider so she can hang with her hands free to work the controls and her feet on the steering pedals. That’s a little whistle clipped to her collar in case she’s stuck and can’t move her arms.

She kind of looks like a couple people I know, I think, but that’s mostly unintentional.

oh haha, that goblin draw also has a bonus imprint of some kind of horrible girl I drew a while ago when I was frustrated because I couldn’t get anything I drew to look right. That’s cool, I’m going to leave that there.

When I was in my senior year one of my drawing classes had us do this horrible animation project where each frame was drawn on a big sheet of paper in charcoal, then photographed and erased. it was kind of a train wreck for various reasons but I remember everybody trying to erase the weird temporal trails left behind every moving element and the professor walking around saying “You can’t get rid of it. Just leave it there. You have to embrace the ghosts.” So whenever I find something like that I think about Embracing the Ghost. It’s a good set of words I think.