Punkin
This may actually be the greatest thing I've ever seen: Steampunkin, the steampunk pumpkinbot. Link goes to a PDF with details about how he made it.
And this will be of interest to only two of my flist, but I had a seriously sexy sex dream about William Fichtner last night that was whoa! interesting. Usually my dreams, even sexytimes dreams, turn into nightmares, and I have never really had a night where I didn't have some nightmare at some point (fortunately, I can't remember much of any dream, let alone most of them at all), so it was especially awesome that my nightmare happened later and not in the middle of the sexy!Fichtner dream. I don't even know why, I haven't looked at the Fuck Yeah! William Fichtner Tumblr page or watched anything in the past few days with him, but I'll take a dream like that any day.
I'm starting to dig out from under the weight of work, though now I have two new projects coming with few days to do it in. And more still to come, I just got contacted by yet another person... for such a long time, I didn't think I could make it as a freelancer, and now I'm drowning, but still not making any money. It's crazy.
They're going to decide if my dad can move back into his room in assisted living tomorrow. He's really lost a lot of his mental faculties, so I don't know what they'll decide, but I'm just letting him handle it and staying out of it until the dust settles. He takes out his frustration on me and he seems to keep going back to the conspiracy theory that they're not doing what he agreed to with them. He's alone so much and he concocts these scenarios in his head and then they become reality to him... it's really hard. Frustrating. I don't know how long he'll be in his room if he does move back, but it might make him a lot easier to talk to.
Ugh, trick or treaters tonight. We hates it. I alternate years where I don't answer the door, but we get a lot of them in my nabe, a lot of folks bring their kids down from the sketchy neighborhoods in the housing projects east of here. The kids from anywhere are getting really aggressive, though, and scary, and I don't really like it much, but I also hate it when, even with my porch light off, they pound on the door and try to open it if I don't answer. I'm serious. Some of them grab at the bowls, or step into the house to grab the bowls, or what have you. If she wasn't going out, I'd borrow my neighbor's doberman. He looks utterly terrifying, but he's actually the sweetest, softest-hearted big dog I've ever met.
And this will be of interest to only two of my flist, but I had a seriously sexy sex dream about William Fichtner last night that was whoa! interesting. Usually my dreams, even sexytimes dreams, turn into nightmares, and I have never really had a night where I didn't have some nightmare at some point (fortunately, I can't remember much of any dream, let alone most of them at all), so it was especially awesome that my nightmare happened later and not in the middle of the sexy!Fichtner dream. I don't even know why, I haven't looked at the Fuck Yeah! William Fichtner Tumblr page or watched anything in the past few days with him, but I'll take a dream like that any day.
I'm starting to dig out from under the weight of work, though now I have two new projects coming with few days to do it in. And more still to come, I just got contacted by yet another person... for such a long time, I didn't think I could make it as a freelancer, and now I'm drowning, but still not making any money. It's crazy.
They're going to decide if my dad can move back into his room in assisted living tomorrow. He's really lost a lot of his mental faculties, so I don't know what they'll decide, but I'm just letting him handle it and staying out of it until the dust settles. He takes out his frustration on me and he seems to keep going back to the conspiracy theory that they're not doing what he agreed to with them. He's alone so much and he concocts these scenarios in his head and then they become reality to him... it's really hard. Frustrating. I don't know how long he'll be in his room if he does move back, but it might make him a lot easier to talk to.
Ugh, trick or treaters tonight. We hates it. I alternate years where I don't answer the door, but we get a lot of them in my nabe, a lot of folks bring their kids down from the sketchy neighborhoods in the housing projects east of here. The kids from anywhere are getting really aggressive, though, and scary, and I don't really like it much, but I also hate it when, even with my porch light off, they pound on the door and try to open it if I don't answer. I'm serious. Some of them grab at the bowls, or step into the house to grab the bowls, or what have you. If she wasn't going out, I'd borrow my neighbor's doberman. He looks utterly terrifying, but he's actually the sweetest, softest-hearted big dog I've ever met.