I actually have no idea, I just made up some bullshit based on this:

It’s a dry ingredients mixer! You get all your flour, salt, and sugar in there, seal it up nice and tight, and let it toss about in the water for a while, and bam! Your drys have been all mixed together in the wet, without actually being wet.

After that, you go get the container, and mix your wets with your drys.

fuuuuuuuuuuck

Where do I find friends like this?

The tiny splash of yellow works so well here!

I’m not debating my right to literally exist with anyone. Fuck right off.

Hi, trans lady here, fuck that guy and fuck his instance.

Thanks for being cool.

No person shall be elected to the office of the President more than twice, and no person who has held the office of President, or acted as President, for more than two years of a term to which some other person was elected President shall be elected to the office of the President more than once.

This is a good photo! I can almost feel the weather.

No place for violence in such a quaint town.

That said, the shogi pieces are having an undercover battle in the alleys and rooftops.

Honestly, Tom Nook is the model of responsible housing stewardship. House for free, bigger house available for a payment with no schedule, assessments, or interest.

If Nook ran housing in our world, there would be no homeless people.

Why do cops have romantic interests? No one should ever date a cop.

(I had to. I had to.)

Yup, like in photos and such, but also I know my right eyebrow is just behind the notch, and between that and touch, I can extrapolate the rest of my face enough so I can do simple makeup and shaving and such.

Your composition and use of color here is lovely!

I think the best thing to do is to learn about the fusiform gyrus in your head, and what happens when it malfunctions, or stops working entirely.

Some of my works I’ve put on canvas ended up being a bit washed out and deprived of a whole bunch of little intricate details, I’m more of a gloss-and-frame kinda lady.

Eventually I’m gonna have to get it reframed right, cause I plan to get the whole project in an exhibition at some point in the future.

(And there’s me, briefly fantasizing about seeing, on the door of a gallery somewhere, ‘Matsuri Machi,’ by Tanis Nikana. A girl can dream.)

Ooooh. That’ll save the day! Thanks!

Now I just gotta trick a friend who has motor skills into coming over and helping me out. I think I can bait that trap with pizza. :D

I need to get this one reframed so bad:

Unfortunately, when it’s hung up, it comes undone at the top of the frame joints.

It’s my magnum opus along with the rest of its project, and I love it so much.

My second stroke was in October ‘23. I can walk with a cane, and one of my hands doesn’t work well. Can still drive with the best of ‘em though, but I’m one of those weirdoes who follows the law and does three under in the rightmost lane cause I’m a heavy equipment operator, and I wanna be safe about it.

But yeah, can’t recognize any faces whatsoever.

Every time I see my wife is the first time, and goddamn does she look amazing.

Thanks. They’re a medical aid to help me process my own face in the mirror. Don’t have strokes, alright? They break stuff I never thought was breakable.