You might like the elephant in southern Ontario then… https://images.app.goo.gl/yMP9aeRHkNUmGvU27
Read more Philip K Dick.
Absolutely. The ‘hive mind’ here is so narrow minded and shallow that it’s super easy to predict 3/4 of the comments on any given article. Probably because the all the comments are from the same 5 people.
I think about people on reddit complaining about reposts as I scroll past 50 posts of the same article posted to different instances by the same person.
This comment is like a New York Times daily game “which word is the typo?”
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Cut and sew doesn’t necessarily mean tailoring. Plenty of trades at the sewing machine. I make custom canvas and upholstery for boats among other things. Maybe they’re busy or maybe not, but a lot of people are shocked when they find out I work year round and have a long waiting list.
And yes, I have an art degree lol
Speak for yourself. I have a cut and sew shop and do quite well. Knowledge is power. Skill is rare.
He’s just the tumor. The cancer is like a vast mycelium running throughout the country.
It’s also because there’s sooo much dross and very little content.
I’m old, so I always got up out of the dream and turned the knob to switch channels.
You planted them too deep.
These are very nice! Beautiful drawings, but quite busy and detailed to use as a logo. All the meaning and intricacies would get lost when shrunken down to business card size.
N.R.O.R.A.I.R.T.N.? I think you missed the joke.
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What do you do with all the time you save by writing ‘u’ instead of ‘you’? You must live a life of leisure and be early for every event!
Her: My god- Are there bite marks on your walk?
Both. Odd that you would ask without trying it yourself.
If you mime tightening a bolt, your thumb moves to the right. And vise versa.
Once I volunteered for a nonprofit fundraiser type thing. It was early spring and cold as hell. My friends got taken to the hay rides and the fire pit and they stuck me at the highway, pointing people towards the highly visible parking area. I marched in circles and designed ten thousand signs that could do the job that I was doing. I vowed then and there to never, ever be a cog in some Boomers vanity charity event ever again.
Service clubs tend to treat volunteers like slaves and then lament that no one wants to volunteer to be their slaves.