...or anything creative....
....or not creative....
....just post something here, FFS and then PM your address. :)
Tin-Can sounds like a great idea. I hope you can make it happen as well as develop it into something more universally usable. Speaking of Tin-Can @ App Store: why not develop it anyway, so that at least users with jailbroken phones could use it? It isn't illegal, if I recall correctly, and you'll gain a knowledgable userbase. (Now that I have an iPhone, I find myself rooting for jailbreaking. Mine can't be jailbroken, but that doesn't stop me.)
A p2p mesh network messaging app that was a bit ahead of its time. :/
Could you elaborate? EDIT: Nevermind. Googled it. Holy shit!
I'm swimming in stickers and magnets and stuff and don't feel like whipping out some snide limerick but I got a thing in the mail from rd95 and I'm feeling creative so what the hell. That's an insulator. They're made out of glass, they used to go on power poles, and they're collected by old people. I am not yet an old people (despite my best efforts to the contrary and i do not wish to collect electrical insulators but this thing is a pretty blue. And, following a hunch, Well, that's intriguing. Obviously a tea light would fit just fine but I've discovered that scented candles make me happy and scented tea lights are dumb. The way things are, that sucker would totally hold tapers, too, but I give two shits about tapers. So I need something to keep the votive from gooshing all over the threads... Thanks, Ikea. Make it fit. Of course, it'll still fill up with wax in a truly annoying way unless I... hey, what's that over there? Stay on target, red leader. Right tools for the right job. How 'bout ...I think that's fabric glue. Where's the craft box - FUCK YEAH HOT GLUE Okay, we need that to warm up so let's get out our jury-rig wire... Getting there. Nice'n'mongrel-lookin'. Now, can we tweak that on in such a way that it's nice and up-cycly? Fuck yeah Etsy Be Proud. Now where's that burly-ass monofilament... ...actually, hang on a sec. THAAAAAAT'S why you kept the leather from the terrarium. Mkkay, tweak those eyelets out with a screwdriver... Poifect. Hey, I'll bet the hot glue is hot now. Can you uglify this something fierce so it's got that heinous craft authenticity? mmmm. smells like amateurishness. Hey I wonder if there's still a swag hook in the ceiling from when we moved out in 2009? Well allrighty then.
I just read this entire thing out loud because I love it so much. You are not old, you just like what you like and do what you do so keep doing it.
I want to ride you like a pony. In a dream. All around a lake filled with giant dolphins. I say like a pony because you haven't quite made the transition into a unicorn yet. You will call me Horselord. And I will say, "Hey! Those are some nice stripper boots you have on!" -based on a very strange dream
did you know that this morning you have a quiet passenger a little winged thing with a proud crest silhouetted against the view I am sure you are looking at? it sits on your roof, surveying its lands watching how the fog marches in on the sleeping city lit with sunrise's luminous fury square house thank you for sharing the morning with me I wrote this on a hike at sunrise a few weeks ago. No need for stickers :) I have so many :o square house --
Poetry for magnets and stickers sounds purely American for where else can magnets and stickers find a new home in this digital age where items have less value as it's now good to keep everything in one super computer that once was the size of an elephant or a room
Morning stream of consieeness for stickers: Channeling my chin strapped bike bikini I waddle trough the bazar Calls for purchase, like ducks squaking in my ear Spittle flying in slow motion over the brightly colored tourists All the vagabonds with their merchandise get browner and browner as You head in from the sea to the middle city streets A dog lay dead, maggots making their way inside Time to go back to the resort She's crying, again
I guess it's important that you know, That I haven't been here to be liked for a while. You can like me, like I like me, and others sometimes do But I don't want you to like me because I was nice to you. I don't want you to like me because we agree, or disagree, Or because I make you comfortable, or you can tell me anything. It is not my lot in life, not who I want to be, I can stand it, but don't seek it. It's nothing personal, I'm not a person to you yet. If I ever were to be, it's mostly an idealized version of me anyway. I'm a differing opinion, another life lived, A stranger you can tell a secret to. So don't worry about it. Just use it for what it is.
Here's my record wall in progress with more than ever!
Probably weird to write about an ex from years ago, but it was fun to think back on. Your username reminds me Of a short sleeper I admired With 4 hours of sleep She got all that she required All the extra time she had Went towards the hobbies she underwent Her arts, her cello, her long distance friends Consider it time well spent Plus she went through books unbelievably fast With retention way better than my own Was also an anomaly when she spoke Her rhetorical brilliance well known I felt embarassed when we had sex With 20 waking hours to my 16 She was THAT practiced at everything A genius that can make a scene An architect of arousal In public places and / or the car Open with fears and fetishes Role reversal and lots of scars But she once told me that whenever I slept That I looked troubled and terrified It's stuck with me since then I guess I can't hide all anxieties from the outside She made me feel small But I'm alright with that I wonder where she is now Probably disappointed that I'm now fat
:( Not that I know of. I will DM you our new address. We moved ~1mnth after the last set of stickers and magnets went out. Even though we turned on mail-forwarding, USPS failed us a few times already. :( :(Did you ever get my mail I sent back, insom? There were goodies inside.
Found it on such an obscure hard drive. I wrote this for a college class btw LOL: Ode to Spaghetti You stringy devil, you With your odd yellow hue I spin my fork round and round Only to be left confound When my fork is left so bare I only feel a deep despair But why do I tolerate your evasive shape Instead of choosing another escape There is no easy way to answer Maybe because you are a graceful dancer Your noodle like figure slides across my plate As I slowly begin to accept my fate Your delicious blend shall be enjoyed If only you wouldn’t look to avoid, My three pronged spear When it grows near. Your taste, and shape are so divine I only wish I didn’t have such a hard time, Enjoying a serving of your twisted fates When I go out on a few dinner dates.