every home should have a library and a laboratory
I wonder even today what my parents were thinking by giving me this thing full of chemicals like ammonia and hydrochloric acid and iron filings and sulfur and expecting me to use it wisely. I myself am amazed I never burned myself or at least developed a rash. As it was, I made tremendous amounts of goop and was saddened when none of it achieved sentience. After hearing the horror stories of my science-minded friends, I missed such wonderful occurrences as making chlorine gas clouds and setting the kitchen sink on fire. My parents should be pleased that I am no scientist.
(Instead, they had to contend with me painting on everything, leaving play-dough out, and staging witch burnings with my Barbie dolls. The artistic mind is clearly just as troublesome as the logical one.)
Now that I am older I continue to enjoy such activities as cooking (mixing together ingredients to make something awesome), making nifty cocktails, making bath products, making slime with the children, and generally mixing shit together to see what comes of it. I even enjoy the paraphernalia that comes with it all. You know, flasks, glass tubing, test tubes, beakers, glass bottles...the whole shebang. I think, deep down, I am saddened that I can never truly become a potions mistress. There is something truly atmospheric about being surrounded in colorful clouds of fumes while mixing multicolored powders and liquids into different vials.
Other childhood habits I have not outgrown: loving candy stores and toy stores, wanting to eat giant bars of chocolate, climbing trees, wanting to jump into and my love of setting forward and having adventures for no damn good reason. How about you guys?
(Instead, they had to contend with me painting on everything, leaving play-dough out, and staging witch burnings with my Barbie dolls. The artistic mind is clearly just as troublesome as the logical one.)
Now that I am older I continue to enjoy such activities as cooking (mixing together ingredients to make something awesome), making nifty cocktails, making bath products, making slime with the children, and generally mixing shit together to see what comes of it. I even enjoy the paraphernalia that comes with it all. You know, flasks, glass tubing, test tubes, beakers, glass bottles...the whole shebang. I think, deep down, I am saddened that I can never truly become a potions mistress. There is something truly atmospheric about being surrounded in colorful clouds of fumes while mixing multicolored powders and liquids into different vials.
Other childhood habits I have not outgrown: loving candy stores and toy stores, wanting to eat giant bars of chocolate, climbing trees, wanting to jump into and my love of setting forward and having adventures for no damn good reason. How about you guys?