Labyrinth Dreams

“Is it a sharp pain or a dull pain, Shadowlord?”

me: [removes blanket]

beautiful

modern

colorful

and aid in the movie’s storytelling in a way the costume design of the other nominated movies simply does not.

again, Black Panther deserves to win the Oscar for Costume Design and Ms. Ruth E. Carter deserves so much praise for the beautiful masterpieces she created

Video game designer’s manager: Great! Did you figure out what to put at the end?

designer: Yeah, we put this tough, nasty, mean, ugly monster that the player has to beat. We made sure killing the monster feels as rewarding as possible.

manager: Cool! So what’s it called?

designer: The boss.

manager:

Me coming out of endgame when all my faves are dead:

So I don’t know about you, but I’m often frustrated by the ridiculous smallness of girls’ pockets. At a bare minimum, I need to be able to shove my cellphone in there - come on, pants companies! So what I started doing was making myself pocket extenders. I’ve done this several times, for pants and shorts. It’s great.

I just got this pair of jeans, so I thought I’d show you how to do it. I kind of feel like it just hasn’t occurred to some of you that this is an option, so maybe now it will. All you need is your pants, some fabric (I just took a random piece from a scrap bin), a needle, and some thread (thread doesn’t even need to match the fabric since literally no one will see it).

See? Ridiculous. Like, half a cellphone, or only 2.5″. Useless.

 So turn those inside out to expose the pockets.

Figure out how big you want your pockets to actually be. I kinda go by whatever looks like might be right. I didn’t really measure them. Fold the fabric in half, so you have a pocket, and then fold it in half again so you can have two equal ones.

Try to get the edges to line up enough, pin it in place, then sew up the sides! Are your stitches crazy uneven and wonky looking? Doesn’t matter; nobody’s going to see it. These are in the inside of your pants. The only thing that matters is that it holds up. So I double-did the corners, since those tend to get the most stress.

Cut open the bottom of the existing pockets.

Pin it in place, then sew around, joining the new pocket to the old pocket. I did this by keeping my hand on the inside, so I wouldn’t accidentally sew through the other side. Again, I reinforced the corners, and didn’t worry about what it actually looks like. Then I turned it in side out to make sure the inside was all joined properly.

Yay all done! And the pockets are so much bigger now!

Mission parameters set.

Fuck that noise.

God this is gonna suck when I get to Frost Cavern. 

Still holding on tight to that 3DS I don’t have and couldn’t figure out how to get back. Our mom’s probably holding it hostage.

Oh hey, do you want to see how it resolved the issue of not having a full render model?

Oh dude I am so pumped to meet you at last! I mean my Mamá, she’s gonna be so thrilled. Oh hey, speaking of, can I get a picture? Just a quick one? I gotta send it to the family Whatsapp. You go one of those? No worries, we’ll get you all set up, now say queso

Scott, who the hell…

Perfect! I swear, they gonna loose their shit. Not to say we ain’t been looking, Ernesto got a restraining order from trying to sneak into-

Seriously Scott, where’d you find this guy?

Aw shit, sorry man, I’m just a little excited! I mean I was weaned on those Howlies stories, y’know? Abuelo Pedro used to tell them, you know what he’s like. You don’t? Oh shit, man! Of course you don’t! So my Abuelo was a soldier in the war? He was legit, I swear, like there was half a million Latino soldiers in WW2, hell, we’ve been fighting for the US in every war from the Revolution to Afghanistan, you feel me? So Abuelo Pedro, he signed up and got sent off for basic training and shit. Now it was colder than a well-digger’s ass in those barracks, so while they’re waitin’ in formation he sticks his hands in his pockets to warm up. The Drill Sergeant comes storming over all ‘American soldiers stand to attention!’ and ‘They never keep their hands in their pockets!’ And, well, Abuelo Pedro ain’t never been called an American before. That left an impression on the guy.

Is there a point to this?

I’m getting to it, I’m getting to it! Hey, you like John Candy movies? Well, get used to it because you’re gonna see them a lot. Well, one of them. Can’t argue with a name like that though, right? So anyway, Abuelo was shipped out and ended up kicking heels and other parts we ain’t gonna mention with this spitfire WAC from New York. An’ he was like crazy for her, but figured there was no chance of making thing legit what with him being Mexican an’ her being, like, Irish or something. Her daddy was pretty clear on that. But then her big brother got killed in action, died a hero, like they gave him every medal going an’ invented a couple of new ones. So Abuela Becca just went fuck it, life’s too short, and ran off with him to California. They went back when uncle Gorges was born, which was a few years before Mamá came along, and patched things up. Abuela said I took after her brother, because he was forever knee deep in trouble too.