Doing some tweaker shit because I don't have the right battery for the cartridge I got on sale
The 1A wall outlet adapter is a lil too much current so I'd plug it into a laptop or something to hit it lmao
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what kinds of stickers would yuuji put on his guitar pls it's for science . stipulation they need to be cringe and/or unironically horrible
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HELLO SOME TEAM CANADA FOR YOU!!!
[ID: 4 photos of Team Canada at the IIHF Men’s World Championships 2024.
Top left: Los Angeles Kings forward Pierre-Luc Dubois (#80) on the ice, holding his stick out on a diagonal. He smiles at something off-screen.
Top right: Chicago Blackhawks forward Connor Bedard (#98) on the ice, his helmet and one glove are off.
Bottom left: Connor Bedard on the ice, facing away from the camera. He holds his stick where the handle meets the blade, planting it on the ice.
Bottom right: All of Team Canada lined up to thank their goalie after winning the match. /.End ID]
HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE GIFTS IM TREASURING THEM!!!! oh my GODD!!!!! 🥹🤲 did you have a good time at the game? i hope u had fun <3
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Something near and dear to my heart, digital archival preservation. Here's a link to the GoFundMe. Note this is not a fandom specific project. But Mark is the only one that we know of who is actively working to preserve older educational filmstrips.
"I am an independent media archivist saving obscure and lost media on vinyl, cassette, VHS, and especially sound filmstrip, an old educational slideshow-like format on 35mm film. I have more than a thousand items uploaded to the Internet Archive, with several thousand left to digitize. However, I am not connected to a university like most archivists and therefore don't have an unlimited budget.
Backups are super important to a project like this, and recently one of my backup destinations, Google Drive, set up a storage limit that is way too low for my needs. They did this suddenly and without warning."
https://www.gofundme.com/f/build-a-backup-server-for-media-preservation
To learn more about Mark's preservation efforts, check out Uncommon Ephemera https://twitter.com/uncommnephemera
If donating is not feasible, consider volunteering by helping him identify lost media either through the twice a week live Twitch streams announced here:
https://twitter.com/uncommnephemera
or by checking out the Uncommon Ephemera Haystack Media collection on the Internet Archive. The audio collection will be up through June 2023 while we attempt to identify off air radio shows and digitized vinyl records https://archive.org/details/uncommon-ephemera-lost-media-haystack?tab=about&s=09
And if you just want to see something truly special, check out this 1955 #Christian #filmstrip. It is from a series called "Parables From Nature," but it's about a fairy who eats the wrong mushroom and demands all mushrooms be destroyed.
https://archive.org/embed/uncommon-ephemera-filmstrip-pn-252b-the-fairy-ring-cathedral-films-1955
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Do you have any tips on avoiding getting splinters from tiny shards of glass while making stained glass art?
cutting on top of a waffle grid like this can help a lot, it catches all the little shards and keeps them from traveling. Gardening gloves are also helpful for both splinter prevention and burn prevention.
but like,,, also get a pair of tweezers and some strong tape for splinter removal since it seems theyll happen no matter what
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hey so i have a new fic coming (gimmie a month) but in the meantime heres images of my childhood bedroom
i took some of them when i was trying to be happy there and i took some of them when we were trying to run away. i think about the second to last picture often. the sign above it said things worth believing in. i had been trying to fill it for months. i never got the chance to finish it.
every time i thought of something, if i stopped to think about it through goggles that acknowledged how vast and wicked the world could be, in that way you are overwhelmed by evil when you’re little, it never seemed worthy of putting faith in. i only ever managed to add to it when i was blind with happiness, and that came rather irregularly. i always felt guilty about it later; how dare you find bliss in pretty boys and sweets and silly indulgent giggles. i still feel that way sometimes.
i try and find bliss in it anyway now. i think to the voice in my head, “you’re just a child. there’s no sin in happiness. there’s no sin in happiness. tonight you will nick yourself while cooking. tomorrow you will spill a drink. those aren’t sins, either. they’re just reasons to find your bliss now.”
and then the voice says back, “you’re being very silly.” and i think “i can hear you trying not to laugh. it’s beautiful. you’re so beautiful. happiness isn’t a sin.”
the sign was hidden in the corner, with my hope chest and my closet. it was six pages of white construction paper. i never filled up more than 1/8th of a single sheet. i looked at it every night. the first few days, when it was empty, i’d stare at it till i fell asleep kneeling on the floor. my knees would wake me up with stabs of pain, and it felt like penance for being alive. i can’t ever convey how wonderful first putting a marker to that paper felt; the turquoise ink spreading fat, welcome.
i went to sleep in my own bed that night and i woke up the next morning and wondered if the world was really as bad as it felt; and i decided it couldn’t be all that bad. i forgot the decision quickly. for the seventeen minutes i held it, i felt peace.
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