When I was about two years old, I had a recurring nightmare about a stick hand that had me waking up in unexplained terror at all hours of the night… for weeks.
My poor mother had no idea what a stick hand was, but once, in the middle of the night, she opened the window and threw it out.
I never had the dream again.
I just opened my door to walk the dog, and I'm afraid that after all these years, it's finally caught up with me.
Zach Weinersmith's joke on SMBC today cuts a little bit deep.
Recording vocals for the first time in my life. Even though it's just me in here, I've vastly underestimated how terrifying it is.
Evening, Shop.
I bought a pen tablet. Now, I just need to learn how to draw. https://wandering.shop/media/Ll3yvv9FR8VcU-C71To
Software engineer by day, sporadic spewer of words by evening. Author groupie. Proponent of living beings. May do something awesome one day.
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