A small hare puppet, made primarily of dark stained wood.
Very pleased with how my first whittling project turned out.
Only took me uhhhhh seven months to actually complete.
โBe kind, be involved, believe in your art,โ he said. โAt a time when people tell you art is not important, that is always the prelude to fascism. When they tell you it doesnโt matter, when they tell you a fucking app can do art you say, if itโs that important, why the fuck do they want it so bad? The answer is because they think they can debase everything that makes us a little better, a little more human. And that, in my book, and in my life, includes monsters.โ
Love this from Guillermo del Toro
Sir Gawain Fucks the Green Knight Hereโs a tale ripe for telling. Canโt say where I heard it firstโin pretty French or Dutch. Perhaps as a young lady walking โlongside the Rijn. Iโll spin it for you in an English tongue, fine as frost on lace, sweet as malmsey wine. So it goes that young Gawain, strength kissed into his limbs, fresh as the bright dawn, comes trembling down to the Green Chapel. Youโve heard this tale, I know. His breath makes peach fuzz in the air, fear into him like worm to apple. Christmas Morn is too soon, time is short. You have your own life to save, he says, picking through thorn and bough to an ivy-clad cave. The creature is the Jack Oโ the Glen / forest prince / the woodโs own laughter. Beard of lichen and eyes like dark elder. I need not repeat their exchangeโmy boyโs flinching heartโa songbird in a rattled cage. It is after the blows are dealt, he asks, what god is worshipped in these green trees? Boy, the Knight replies, boy, were you not just down on your knees? The Knight is the tang of sap / bark rough and petal soft / everywhere leaves scatter / easily crushed / Gawain clings / hardly knows what he clings to / he is the forest and the flower / a turmoil of roots / where god and tree meet and melt / the birch the oak the fern the deer / mushroom maggot crow / here Gawain is branch and bud / blow returned for blow
This is a sheer indulgence on my part, but it turns out I never actually shared the poem here, so:
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wait no this is actually incredible youraislopbores.me
Uh-oh! Worst person you know learned therapy words
i think it would be cool if enya came out of her castle, recorded exactly one note-perfect 25 minute hardcore LP, and immediately secluded herself again
the kind of wisdom one would hope to find in anxient tomes ๐ฉธ
Image of claymore sword inside prohibited circle. Text: Join the 3 day no Claymore challenge February 29, 30, 31
Personally? I think this is the sexiest any man can hope to look. But thatโs just me.
Gawain the green knight opening a letter sealed with wax
Little Alex Horne in his studio chair with the caption "so a simple task: land a fair blow anywhere on the green knight. One year later meet him at the green chapel, receive the same blow yourself."
A cut to a wider shot showing Greg Davies in his throne turning to Little Alex Horne subtitled "Well surely no one just ran up and whanged his head clean off."
Cut back to Little Alex Horne subtitled "Let's see Gawain first."
Looks like the original has been swept away by the sands of time.
"the reliable narrator has a story to tell you" Four panels approaching a man by a fire. As you get closer you see the man's face is an open skull. Even closer and you see his very alive eyes sitting in his sockets. "Take a seat by the fire, and I'll tell you a story. If you listen close, you might see it."
Up now at the Backwood Folk website! THESE GHOST TOWNS ARE FULL! Three webcomic tales of the haunted Ozarks! Read them now for free and in full at www.backwoodfolk.com/ghosttowns/
These kick ass. I love Toby and also the Reliable Narrator.
This is one of those ones that I never stumbled into that second meaning that most people do, which left me equally confused when encountering people being surprised by the bird feathers, like what the hell else could it mean
*saying affirmations in the mirror* I am a big horse. I am a beautiful horse with powerful legs. I am fifteen hands tall. No one can catch me because of my powerful horse legs and wild nature. I have all the apples I want
Oops I finally turned one of my bilingualism in tech rants into a whole article.
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a valentine made from cut out magazines saying "Dadgum Right, I Will proudly vore your amazing sperm bone."
a valentine made from cut out magazines saying "How Long will YOU last? about six inches deep in my Ripe anatomy?"
a valentine made from cut out magazines saying "Beet off your oily man hose. spill YOUR snackable Dick PEARLS"
valentines made from cut out magazines saying "shoot in a more Joyous way, your own whipped creams into my respiratory system." and "Struggling with your all-day hard on" and "drink my gooey bilgewater please!"
๐ a few of my hall-of-fame valentines ๐
A collection of six ominous bird valentines set against a background of pink hearts. In the first one, a Canada Goose looks angry and hisses and the text says "Baby, I'll make you fall head over heels if you approach within 10m of my nest." In the second, an American white pelican opens its mouth to eat the reader and the text says "There are plenty of fish in the sea, but I want this one." In the third valentine, a Black Vulture looks suspiciously at the reader and the text says "I will love you until you die. And after that, I'll love you even more." A Southern Cassowary stands proudly against the heart-covered background. The text says "My wattles are red. My head is blue. My deadly reputation has been somewhat overblown, but I'd kill for you." In the fifth valentine, a Northern Giant-Petrel stands open-billed next to a large brown furry object, and the text says "Let's seal the deal by sharing a 3000 kg elephant seal carcass." In panel 6, a happy-looking Bearded Vulture holds a bone in its beak, and the text says "I love every part of you, especially your bones."
Ominous bird valentines.
โJohn, itโs Marvin! Your cousin, Marvin Cage! You know that new sound youโve been looking for? Well listen to this!โ
(silence; ambient noises and hushed conversation)
I had an extremely lucky day at the Village the other day and I don't know what I'm going to be wearing yet but I've got some options
I wrote about the Olympics
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I felt my first playthrough (which was just the standard custom character) ended up feeling kind of empty in terms of being able to define who my character was. My background would occasionally give me conversation options, but they never felt impactful or revealing to what I had in my head.
Dark Urge is the game I wanted to be playing โ it's in direct conversation with the protagonist of the original games. And you get a more fully fleshed out story as a result, because of the unique dialogue and stuff for your background.
I get it, it's a sequel to a decades old game and you have to find your audience anew, but the degree to which it didn't seem to want to be a Baldur's Gate game was very frustrating to me. Learning that Dark Urge was the actual game I wanted to be playing halfway through had me so mad.
Loot that drops after defeating me:
- Cool knife (functional)
- Deck of playing cards
- Scarf
- Cool knife (practice blunt edge)
- Honey flavored chapstick
- Pen
- Cool knife (jewelry)
Times article has an incredible illustration
Gotchaโletโs dig into that step by step.
1. ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ป๐ผ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐ต, because I turned you into an amorphous lump of flesh. Youโre not just immobileโyouโre immortal, and you feel only anguish.
2. ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ. That makes total senseโitโs a natural human impulse, and youโve been through a lot.
Tag on side of train door. โ nine inch railsโ. Space โ pretty freight machineโ.
Itโs a punny tag reference.
