Wow, seeing all of these old and new CGs side by side just makes me realize just how far you guys have come on character design. Keep up the good work!! Also VIVA LA REVOLUTION!!!
There’s a variety of reasons why I’m doing this, but mostly I’m not happy with my experiences using this blog, I haven’t used this blog to produce original content, and I’ve posted and reblogged things that just don’t define me anymore.
I’ve told myself “no more masks” and I’m sticking to that. I’m sick and tired of being scared of what people online think of me. I’m sick and tired of hiding my real self from my family and friends. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I don’t wanna continue life like this, I need a rebirth. To rise from the ashes like a pheonix and fly freely. I’m done letting others define who I am. From here on out the only one who can truly define who I am and what I’m about is me, and if you’ve got a problem with that, then tough tits, buttercup.
Thank you for following me though to the end. It’s been a hell of a ride.
Because I’m sure all two of you who actually care are gonna ask:
Why not scrub your blog and follow list clean?
Because at this point, it’d just be easier to start over.
Are you going to tell anyone what your new blog is gonna be?
No. There are people who know about this blog that I don’t want following me to the next one.
Why delete your blog? Can’t you leave it up?
As poetic as leaving this blog up as a figurative epitaph or tombstone to the person I used to would be, there is content on this blog I don’t want spreading around as it would say things about me that no longer define me. The internet has a longer memory than most versions of dwarves or elves, and are just as patient at holding grudges. Also, I don’t want the reminder, I want to cast aside this part of myself and be done with it forever. When working with raw materials while metalworking, you only take the metal and cast aside the dross, because it has no use. It’s the same concept.
I will now take my leave so that I may temper the steel of my soul. It will make a fine blade. Farewell, my followers, I will leave this up for a while, but in a few hours, this blog will be gone.
Hey I started a series combining Pokemon with Noise from The World Ends With You! Here’s the initial run of the 10 most popular guys before I start doing requests.
The first time you see how cashew nuts grow, you’re gonna think somebody’s posting a joke picture or a weird art installation.
ok but you say this….then don’t give us pictures
LOOK AT THESE RIDICULOUS THINGS
And it gets even weirder!
The shell of the nut itself:
contains a resin that’s so toxic just touching it causes burns to the skin, similar to poison ivy. Which is why cashews are never sold unshelled, because processing them requires safety measures like this:
How humanity ever figured out to eat this nut is beyond me.
In case you ever wondered why cashews are so expensive. Now you can wonder why they aren’t more expensive.
what i’m wondering now is how anybody ever found out that you could eat cashews
OK but you seem to underestimate how scarce food could get for people, and how desperate they become to try anything. If eating it raw kills you? try cooking it because we’re gonna starve to death anyway. Cooking it kills you? Try cooking it a different way. Touching it is painful? Try washing it, or extracting the inner bit and washing that.
There’s this plant that’s eaten by aboriginal people of australia around where I live. Only certain parts of this plant can be eaten, and even then only if those parts are cooked exactly right, kept at a certain temperature for a certain amount of time. And it has to be exactly that amount of time as both undercooking it AND overcooking it are deadly.
The history of food is a history fraught with countless, terrible deaths because we are so stubborn that when faced with starvation, we will fucking eat poison again and again until it’s not poison anymore.
Some Paleolithic chef “I know like five people died already, but I think I got it this time.”
Some different, starving, Paleolithic person “fuck it bro. Gimme the nut.”
my strangest legacy - in high school, for one reason or another (I can’t remember) my friends and I wrote “34 days until March 2nd” on the whiteboard in the drama classroom. It was completely arbitrary but we kept it it up, “30 days until March 2nd” ”23 days until March 2nd” etc. It spread around enough that the entire school is buzzing about what is going to happen on March 2nd. We figure we should think of something and decide to bring in cake. There were about 13 of us in total committed to bringing a cake. On March 2nd, during 3rd period lunch we all entered the cafeteria in a line (the parade of the cakes) and laid them out—a grand cake buffet for everyone in that lunch period. We did it the next year. And after we graduated it kept going.
This past March 2nd was the 9th year they’ve done it. It’s become a school sponsored event. There are t-shirts for this thing every year. March 2nd is cake day. I am a god.
my former teacher sent me a package. it’s the 10th anniversary this year. they’re already getting ready for march 2nd. it’s january.
It’s this time of the year again :)
11th year this year. more than a decade of cake day
this is such a great little tradition, and that’s a great shirt
