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ALTНу нисебе. Видимо, «ZZZ-ка» действительно неплохо зашла именно на консолях, что «HoYoverse» решили даже на дисках её выпустить. Забавно.
Арт прикольный. Кошка-мадаму не забыли. Жаль, что игра…
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hmm. some ze/ze(/ze/ze) stuff below
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mutuals on twt and i have been 🤔 discussing our ze designs and interpretations. thus these were born
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Valamit Stuttgartban se szabad a reptéren… Pl spanglizni a dohányzóban…
Mondjuk a vonaton a zenés kéregetés is kelet európai felmenőkre utal…
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Love how my senior year of HS I was excited to get to learn Photoshop and not just use Procreate but now I’m about to graduate with a Graphic Design degree and I’m excited to have more time to learn to do more stuff with Procreate….
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I haven’t had a covid booster since last January, a little over a year ago, and Big Ears happens in two weeks. That means sitting in lots of venues with lots of people over the course of a long weekend. So I plan to get my shot today, I guess. Better to spend a day of my spring break possibly feeling crappy with side effects and be more protected at the end of the month.
N won’t be home to take care of me tomorrow, but I’m a terrible patient, anyway. I almost never let anyone do anything for me.
No more quartz crystals under my pillow. I tucked them back under there last night and slept terribly. Allegedly they “amplify” your dreams. But honestly, lately mine are already plenty, thanks!
The red bud limbs are suddenly furred in purple, and the Bradford pears are so beautiful and so stinky and so invasive. The rain we had the other night has already tipped them over into leafing. It’s been a weird spring, and we’ll get a hard frost next week, so I hope they won’t burn too badly. I keep watching the lily of the valley bed by the front porch, hoping they won’t poke their furled flags out too soon. Wait for April, my loves.
Last night I just sat on the couch in my pajamas making chain stitch after chain stitch after chain stitch, trying to practice and build the muscle memory. This morning I felt like Penelope, pulling the end of the yarn and unraveling all my work and then starting over. And then doing it once again. The practice is what’s really important, less so some finished product.
Don’t know what to say about the world, except it seems clear we’re living through the end of something, and the process is so destructive and painful and horrifying, and it also seems clear it needs to die before there can be something else. In these death throes, all I can do is give witness and donate and tell the truth best I know it and contribute what efforts I can where I can and keep steering towards life. I hope you’re finding ways to stay alive, too.
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On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
- Antoine de Saint -Exupéry in The Little Prince
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It was a much-needed weekend full of rest, but I did also get some things done. We took a little nap together yesterday afternoon, holding hands. Then I held him while we slept. We hadn’t done that in a while, so there was so much sweetness in getting back to that.
One of my grad school/summer beach trip/Sunday zoom friends is reading Wide Sargasso Sea for the first time, so I’m rereading it and my other friend also decided to read it for the first time. Book club! It’s interesting to read it again after a quarter century, at my own half-century mark.
I have a blocked tear duct, I think. Yesterday I thought it was just an ingrown eyelash follicle, but this morning I woke up and my whole eye and undereye are swollen and red. I don’t think I’ve had an eye infection since I was a child. I’m going to try warm compresses and gentle massage today and see if I can resolve it without medical intervention, but if it’s still angry again tomorrow, I think it’ll mean a trip to urgent care.
I’m still finding myself a little boogered by the idea of beginning to sew, and I know it has to do with a fear of messing up or doing something wrong or “ruining” my materials by trying to work with them. Sometimes I do this with a dish, too, if my ingredients are particularly special or dear. I can always find enough gumption to start, but I usually have to give myself a little mule kick first. That’s the case here. I plan to start smallish, with a few repair projects, some small tweaks, a little hemming. You know, practice.
It felt good to make a dinner last night that was all my own recipes. I still followed the steps, but in this case I had written them myself.
Well, Bonnie’s over in her chair, smiling and twinkling at me like she does when she’s happy, and the fog outside is beginning to brighten. I think we’ll see sunshine shortly. It’s supposed to get up to the mid 70s today, and I want to get out and enjoy some spring before the cold temps return next week.
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ALT🔵 bluesky@tomwarren.co.uk
Оказывается, “Xbox so back” про «Project Helix», – это и не шутка получается. Это буквально возвращение к корням… планам 10-летней давности. 🤔