girlking

At some point my instincts when using Teto SV(2) became to try to set the voice settings specifically to make her sound kind of annoying. I think this matches her heart so I will not change this approach

the minor fall, the major lift

Time check - 3:30 am. Whole thing should be done by 4:10, comfortably before the early commuters. Drunk drivers or cops are always a possibility but you have to put it out of your mind, you can’t afford the mental space to be concerned. Everyone else on the road will keep their distance.

All windows down, sound is everything for following the early lines up onto 280. On the bridge sprint I’d roll them up to keep the wind from drowning out my click.

An hour ago, I timed a couple 45 mph brake cycles. I check before every run. If the brake pads have worn down it’ll throw off your whole timing, and then you’re left deciding whether to give up or try to account for the error in your head. Timing loss was the leading cause of runner deaths.

cats_the_movie set a 35:32 a week ago and now I’m #2. I haven’t been #2 since the run gained popularity a couple years back. I’m not gonna be the old defeated master in a fucking summoning salt video.

DONALD DUCK: oh boy oh boy oh boy, the joys of owning your very own house!

[nearby shelf, laden with books, falls from the wall due to the space within the house expanding, leaving the niche too wide to support it. The books slide off and hit Donald on the head one by one until a large comical bump pushes his hat high off his head]

DONALD: we'll see about THAT, tough guy!

[Donald rushes offscreen and returns immediately with a toolbox. He attempts to replace the shelf, but finds the niche is now too narrow to fit it. Donald makes several indistinct grumbling noises and retrieves a measuring tape from the toolbox. While he is attempting to measure the space, the house expands again, causing his toolbox to knock him over, and the measuring tape snaps shut and hits him in the face]

DONALD: oh, THAT'S how it is, is it?

[the niche is now the correct size for the shelf. Donald dusts himself off and quickly mounts the shelf in a cloud of cartoon dust, before it has the chance to change size again. When the dust clears, the sleeve of his shirt is nailed firmly into the wall. With several grunts, he struggles to free himself, only to have the niche expand again, dropping the books on his head once more. Reuse previous animation]

DONALD: [unintelligible, angry]

[Classic Donald Tantrum which once again kicks up a cloud of cartoon dust which expands to obscure the entire shot. When the dust has cleared, every nail in the walls of the house has come loose— shelves and framed photos lay in disarray all over the room— except the nail holding Donald's sleeve to the wall. Donald calms himself and reaches for the hammer to pry the nail off. The house expands once more, putting the hammer just out of reach]