Well, the King’s word is law, and the King rules with an iron hand.

I would like to experience more artistic works, but after two strokes, my right hand is nearly useless.

Miss me with your ableist bullshit.

Maybe they shouldn’t have tried building that line, killing journalists and paying hush money (which worked badly enough that I, a random Cascadian citizen, know about these crimes)?

No!

Donut County was so good, so perfect.

I trust old meat I find lying around. It may be a different color, but it still spends the same.

Honestly, FemShep is so much better, she’s more richly developed as a character than BroShep ever was.

Last night I ate two bowls of knock-off cinnamon crunch at 23 o’clock, simply because I hadn’t had cereal in a while. My parents would have sure been like “why? Just wait for breakfast.”

I’m 40.

Joy, knowledge, self control, and virtue:

He’s got none of them.

Shiiiit, that’s basically Wild Arms or possibly Shadow Hearts, good job.

Nah, I wanted to hear more about the American cartoon.

Bailiff, whack his peepee!

You’re not done with this thought and you know it.

The first step is to go to an art supply store and buy a beginner’s brush set, and acrylics or watercolors that give several different hue options between. Take art classes to learn what you’ve got and how to use them, whether that’s at a school, a community class, with friends, or even following along with Bob Ross.

Eventually, you’ll see that your own labor with your two hands is infinitely more impressive and amazing than whatever forgettable drivel you’re trying to squeeze out of technology now.

I’m a small underweight woman entombed in many blankets, not a hulking man who wears a T-shirt in the dead of winter.

The other side! This is off the Pittock Mansion viewpoint.

If I see it, there’s a good chance I can make art of it, if the conditions are right.

Those pumpkins need more blood on them.

Put effort in. Poses, lighting, some measure of a narrative. Use a decent camera instead of your phone’s front-facing camera with the flash on.

I think the loudest and longest laugh I ever got was at the very end of Untitled Goose Game. Not gonna spoil it for anyone, but once I figured out the joke that had been stewing for three straight hours, it had me laughing for the rest of the night.