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last night, trying to figure out more about the balance of roughing out figures, and listening to The Great Escape soundtrack.

Apparently there’s been a big tzimmis about the new logo for Cracker Barrel, y’shouldn’t know from.

Realization that being old will come with regrets simply because who doesn’t wish they could be young again, but clued in this time? It’s just the normal regrets you’re going to have with age aren’t necessarily regrets about being a fantastic success that they get confused with.

by contrast, Chaos Space Marines are like;

* BLEAAAAH! * sticks tongue out, throws up the horns, headbangs

* BLEAAAAH! * pops zits at you

* BLEAAAAH! * files teeth, wears trophy skulls

* BLEAAAAH! * does scary magic

* BLEAAAAH! * wields chainaxe in chainfist with chainshield

* BLEAAAAH! * chants

"best space marine chapter" oh yeah, Loyalist chapters are like;

* Dead Average
* Red Dead Average
* Siege Dudes
* Fundamentalist Nutjobs
* Worst Colors to Paint
* Samuel L. Jackson
* Space Knights
* Sharks
* Birds
* Dubiously Sane Swedes
* Vampires
* What If Space Marines Made Sense
* The Hu

This might be age or greater artistic skill but I keep being blown away by color gamuting. One artist I follow is GOOD with black and white; he’s MASTERFUL in color. I’m seeing color choice push things to the next level in completely different areas; furry porn, MTG cards and southwest Gay culture.

This might be age or greater artistic skill but I keep being blown away by color gamuting. One artist I follow is GOOD with black and white; he’s MASTERFUL in color. I’m seeing color choice push things to the next level in completely different areas; furry porn, MTG cards and southwest Gay culture.

Gesturing and yelling ARISE ARISE MY UNDEAD ARMY! CAST OFF THY SLUMBER AND KILL! KILL! KILL! in the vague hope that summoning screamy skeletons with frowny eyeridges, gets me tomorrow off.

Head like a powdered sugar hole. We’re talking completely Pershing-pilled, cruller brained. Absolutely frittered.

definitely having the form of hypervigilence where enough has gone wrong I keep expecting more to go wrong. I can now see sort of the thought processes that earlier, would result in going right over into terrible self worth, simply because in childhood one of the next things to go wrong was usually a huge harangue about how bad I am (it doesn't hurt that being scolded is something I fear happening at my day job).

this inspired by the way the end of Heavy Metal combines a ride off into the hills western motif and a saucer finally leaving earth's gravity sci-fi motif. Which really is accurate to what the movie is when you think about it.

* puts on Head Like a Hole *
* starts doodling people in trenchcoats firing twin mini-uzis, shotguns, chambering rounds in pistols, etc *
* it's the Devo cover! *
* starts doodling potatoes, people on pogo sticks *

bottoms requiring their tops fight is not actually a "Beyblade Battle"

a Build a Bear for 2025 where you make your own labubu

a labubratory, as it were

*jacob's ladder sparks*

*sings along with Low Rider*

drag
u
la
knows every street yeah
drag
u
la
is the one to meet yeah
dig through the ditches, burn through the witches
take a little trip and see
dig through the ditches, burn through the witches
slam in the back with me

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