Adrift Lorien's Nebula

Smug face of a free man

Thank you, lady 🤗

The Nigerian accent. God. She reminds me of home...

Always grateful when this makes the rounds

Speaking as a reenactor, if he survives the horde of sword-wielding reenactor women (And Knife, and Axe, and Spear). I will happily finish him off, the misogynistic git.

I can fight with a longsword, a spear, or an axe and would happily settle this with him publicly.

I can’t fight for shit but I have a rock if that helps

NO ONE GETS THEIR ASS BEAT IN A POLL LIKE GASTON

PLEASE!

pretty sure i just lost my editing gig to ai. hate and fucking war on planet earth.

like they've already made it very clear by a) ghosting me for months and b) getting my colleagues to train their stupid new ai. like i only know about this because one of my colleagues tipped me off. i imagine they're waiting to get it working before they formally let me go and fuck that. i am literally drafting my resignation lmao

ex-boss backtracked and ended up asking me if i'd come back not as a freelance contractor but on an actual employment basis.

shoutout to all the people reblogging the version of this before my rejection letter. and especially shoutout to those people saying they're happy for me and that there's justice on this earth. i regret to inform you that my version of justice means choosing violence.

This is a thing of beauty

This is what I love about photojournalism. It is just a history of moments where human beings have gone “I know I should really be hauling ass out of here but I have to get a picture of this”

Recently got nerd sniped in a better-organized-but-still-just-ancestal-junk museum when I went to see Twelfth night. A largeish amount of stuff had labels which generally went "name - item" but in a very vague way, like "Eddings - Dress" or occasionally "Mary-Ann Smith-Young, first communion dress." They'd done okay with provenance but were stymied by era. I wandered over to look at the lace (my personal nemesis of fiber work) and immediately spotted a needle with two eyes. Having no idea what it was for, I googled it, while the specimen at the guestbook excitedly asked if I knew what it was and if I did lace (Hahahahaahahaha no). I explained that I do fiber sculpture, i.e. crochet and knitting combos from hell, usually because one of my cousins has spawned and they need a stuffed animal. And lo and behold - the needle was actually for leather-working. Now if somebody had even written down what part of the house they found that thing in... but nope. It had been dropped in the junk bin of history, aka the daughters of the Pioneers city hall one room museum.

Sometimes you have already learned them (via previous tiny museums, a summer in high school volunteering for a museum run by someone who knows what they're doing, completing 85% of an archaeology degree) and it's just a pity that there is NOTHING else to learn here, other than perhaps how much money goes into keeping this stuff slightly preserved.