The Bar Can

Sticky Paste

Cribblers

Boiled Cutlery

Steamed Mash

Oiled Tulips

Yorkshire Bucket

Oaty Wool

Bready Dampness

Mushy Orange

Peat

Soaked Gullet

Blood-Starved Beast

Welshman’s Horror

Steamed Boilings

Murky Bainbridge

Fried Miscellaneous

Oofy Bodgers

Crumpet Shreds

Boiled Grey

Spiceless Delight

Monkey-in-a-Dishrag

Swelly Cubits

Boiled Pizza

Tripe Cake

Bedfordshire Ripper

Marmy Klemp

Blooded Rag

Muffin o’Leary

Boiled Effuse

Sugary Twipples

Potted Ape

Stranglers

Spotted Dick

Haggis

Bangers and Mash

Toad in the Hole

Bubble and Squeak

Welsh Rarebit

Cullen Skink

Stargazey Pie

Singing Hinnies

Angels on Horseback (and)

Devils on Horseback

Jam Roly Poly

Love in Disguise

Jellied Eels

Soor Plooms

Scotch Woodcock

Bedfordshire Clanger

Laverbread

Scouse

Yarg

Marmite

Sussex Pond Pudding

Berwick Cockles

Lucky Tatties

Tablet

Black Pudding

Rumbledethumps

Faggots

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So had some time to kill this weekend while waiting on batch renders to finish (you may have seen some render tests of them on the blog), so I decided I would finally playthrough Halo 5’s campaign…

While I’m disappointed in the execution of Blue Teams first in-game appearance (or heck many parts of the games narrative), I’ve found that Team Osiris didn’t end up being the terrible Replacement Scrappy’s I had thought they were before the games release.

four years (2019-2023)

it's been a while since thoughts about the idea of friends, what i am in other people's minds, how almost no one really messages me out of the blue, and the loneliness of it all paralysed me, maybe the one pro about stressing over school. but back on tuesday, i went to a cafe in my school's library. while i was waiting for my waffle and latte to be ready, i was enveloped by this feeling of dread, and these thoughts started racing through my head. and if by providence my friend just so happened to have just ordered his own drink and noticed me sitting, where we then preceded to talk and catch up with each other until the cafe closed and we had to walk back to our student apartment. crisis averted, it seemed.

fast forward to thursday night, my cousin's graduation. as i looked at the arena's jumbotron displaying the first few rows of graduates walking to their seats, i noticed a handful of people who i knew back in high school--they were sophomores back when i was a senior. i forgot that people in my old high school also participated in college graduation if they manage to get enough college credits to get an associates. as i recognised the people who were once acquaintances or even friends--now simply instagram mutuals, that feeling of dread that hit me in the library cafe came back with a vengeance. and as of writing, it has never left.

the latter years of high school were tough. when my last semester started i told my mental health counselor that i didn't want to become that person who resented their high school years, because there will never be anything like it. i wanted to somehow salvage this final semester after more than two years of just being unable to make meaningful connections and truly feel like a part of my class. on this friday two years ago--graduation day, the school year ended with a school assembly at the auditorium, a celebration of milestones, achievements, retirements, and the senior class. a class video that was to be shown at the graduation ceremony later that night was played, which included an animatic i created that showed what university i was off to.

i never ended up seeing my animatic on a huge projector with everyone because i never even got through the big auditorium doors. i sat on a chair in the auditorium's foyer, breaking down in front of my counselor, who just an hour or two prior handed me a certificate congratulating me for having these counselor appointments throughout that year. it finally hit me that i will be that type of person who resented their high school years. that i have failed to truly become a part of my class. that i was unable to make meaningful connections; on the contrary, i was very good at pushing away people who did care, at making people detest me, at ensuring that i will be softblocked on instagram the day after we toss our caps. while the entire school was at that assembly, i just laid it all bare to my counselor, the penultimate thing i will ever do at my school.

i feel like i have just plateaued socially. whether it's four years of high school, or two years of university, it feels like i barely made any progress in making close connections and meaningful relationships with people. i just feel so insignificant to anyone i had the pleasure to meet and become acquainted with. there was this post i saw that stated, "life is lowkey worth living when u have awesome friends that love you," and it made me think about whether the academic slump i had since the beginning of march and even to this moment was because of how great moments with friends have been so few and far between. the highlights of this semester for me were the few times i was able to see friends, talk and just be around them.

have you ever noticed how my sona always has that mask on when i used to draw him with his face out?

four years (2019-2023)

it's been a while since thoughts about the idea of friends, what i am in other people's minds, how almost no one really messages me out of the blue, and the loneliness of it all paralysed me, maybe the one pro about stressing over school. but back on tuesday, i went to a cafe in my school's library. while i was waiting for my waffle and latte to be ready, i was enveloped by this feeling of dread, and these thoughts started racing through my head. and if by providence my friend just so happened to have just ordered his own drink and noticed me sitting, where we then preceded to talk and catch up with each other until the cafe closed and we had to walk back to our student apartment. crisis averted, it seemed.

fast forward to thursday night, my cousin's graduation. as i looked at the arena's jumbotron displaying the first few rows of graduates walking to their seats, i noticed a handful of people who i knew back in high school--they were sophomores back when i was a senior. i forgot that people in my old high school also participated in college graduation if they manage to get enough college credits to get an associates. as i recognised the people who were once acquaintances or even friends--now simply instagram mutuals, that feeling of dread that hit me in the library cafe came back with a vengeance. and as of writing, it has never left.

the latter years of high school were tough. when my last semester started i told my mental health counselor that i didn't want to become that person who resented their high school years, because there will never be anything like it. i wanted to somehow salvage this final semester after more than two years of just being unable to make meaningful connections and truly feel like a part of my class. on this friday two years ago--graduation day, the school year ended with a school assembly at the auditorium, a celebration of milestones, achievements, retirements, and the senior class. a class video that was to be shown at the graduation ceremony later that night was played, which included an animatic i created that showed what university i was off to.

i never ended up seeing my animatic on a huge projector with everyone because i never even got through the big auditorium doors. i sat on a chair in the auditorium's foyer, breaking down in front of my counselor, who just an hour or two prior handed me a certificate congratulating me for having these counselor appointments throughout that year. it finally hit me that i will be that type of person who resented their high school years. that i have failed to truly become a part of my class. that i was unable to make meaningful connections; on the contrary, i was very good at pushing away people who did care, at making people detest me, at ensuring that i will be softblocked on instagram the day after we toss our caps. while the entire school was at that assembly, i just laid it all bare to my counselor, the penultimate thing i will ever do at my school.

i feel like i have just plateaued socially. whether it's four years of high school, or two years of university, it feels like i barely made any progress in making close connections and meaningful relationships with people. i just feel so insignificant to anyone i had the pleasure to meet and become acquainted with. there was this post i saw that stated, "life is lowkey worth living when u have awesome friends that love you," and it made me think about whether the academic slump i had since the beginning of march and even to this moment was because of how great moments with friends have been so few and far between. the highlights of this semester for me were the few times i was able to see friends, talk and just be around them.

Scientists have just discovered some rocks at the bottom of the ocean can make oxygen... and they do it in complete darkness!

These aren’t magic stones, they’re polymetallic nodules, potato-sized metal lumps packed with manganese, cobalt, and nickel.

But here’s the twist; when seawater flows over their surfaces, they generate tiny electric currents that can split water molecules into hydrogen and oxygen. No sunlight, no photosynthesis, just deep-sea chemistry creating breathable gas in the pitch black.