Louise's Silly Things

I got the idea from cowcatchers old locomotives used to have.

Anyways, yesterday I uploaded the model to Thingiverse, and just hours after uploading it, the Community Relationship Manager of the whole website left a comment suggesting I enter the model into a competition that's currently being held on the site.

So I did... and now it's in third place not even a day later. First place is $500, but the competition still has a month to go.

Then the Community Manager contacted me again, telling me they want to feature my model in an upcoming design promotion.

Just, what is happening? I mostly made this thing for myself in, like, an hour, and now it's suddenly super popular? This is all a little bit overwhelming 😵‍💫

Other models I worked on for weeks didn't get nearly as popular. I swear, it's impossible to predict what people will like.

Anyways, if you want to print the wheel guards yourself, you can get the model here or here.

I also made a quiet version you can stick furniture felt pads on.

“Hey mate, I have a question,” James said as soon as Sirius picked up the phone, trying to keep his voice to a whisper, but failing miserably. 

“What's up,” Sirius replied back. 

“Is it a crime to fake drowning?” James asked, eyes glued forward even as he spoke. 

It took Sirius several seconds to answer. “Prongs, what the fuck?” he asked after a while, sounding thoroughly concerned. 

“Nah, nah, it's just I'm at the lake, right?” 

“Right,” Sirius replied because he knew that much. 

“Right, and there's this lifeguard here, and he's like insanely hot.” 

Sirius was quiet for another second. Then, slowly, patiently, almost like he was trying to avoid pain, he asked, "What does he look like?" J

ames swallowed, then looked over to said, ‘Insanely hot lifeguard,’ and tried to find the words to describe him. "Well, he's short, right, but not ridiculously short." 

“Okay,” Sirius responded.

“And he's got this kind of moody look on his face. Like…he's not happy he's here, but he'll deal with it.”

“Okay,” Sirius replied again, sounding less than pleased.

“And then he's got this silky black curly hair that, mate, I swear, I just want to run my fingers through!” 

Sirius breathed heavily. “Does he look like me, by any chance?” 

James looked over again, trying not to be too obvious, even though he nearly tripped over himself to get a better glance. “Yeah, actually, he does look a little bit like you. Odd, that.

There was a long pause, and then Sirius replied, "James, that's my fucking brother. He just got a job there last week." 

James blinked, looking from his phone back to the lifeguard, then back to his phone again. “...Okay, but where did we land on the whole fake drowning thing because–?”

What the fuck was the security of that festival? Genuinely.

1) I was at the first entrance,arrived at 7am. At some point around noon, they told the line to get closer to the gate. So a bunch of people started trying passing us and stuff and it ended up a mess.

2) they told us to start advancing. To then stop us and tell us to back up. We couldn't. We got squished. Thanks a lot to the dude who held my hand while I was having a panic attack from being squished against people like that. We stood there an entire hour, suffocating.

3) at the security check, they told us power banks weren't allowed anymore. For some reason. They were allowed the previous days. I hid mine in my pants lol.

4) Why. The. Fuck. Do they let people run. Someone threw a garbage container at me and at least 3 people fell in front of me. I was terrified for my life, I've never felt fear this raw before, I was running literally for my life.

5) who the fuck allowed Vald X Vladimir cauchemar before twenty one pilots on the main stage. Who the fuck. The other bands kinda fit the vibe. Voilà, Balu Brigada and Renée Rapp were really cool. And then fucking Vald? I usually don't mind this kinda stuff, but at actually appropriate places. A festival that only has this kind of very intense loud "boom boom" music with pogos and mosh pits. Not the fucking twenty one pilots crowd. Who's mostly mentally ill/very anxious people. Didn't fit the vibe at all. We got pushed a lot. I counted at least 20 urgencies in my areas, people getting carried out of the crowd by security, some of them breaking bones. The vald/Vladimir cauchemar crowd being fucking aggressive towards us. Telling us to not come to a festival if we don't "wanna have fun" (their kinda fun is hurting people.) we got threatened by them, telling us "we could easily beat you up" and shit like that. Some snuck in tear gas and several people I know got gassed. Broken limbs. Fainting. Panic attacks. Fucking bombs. What the fuck????? Someone said how it was to force us to move so we don't camp in front of the barricade only for tøp. But like sorry I've been here since 7am I'm not gonna move for that? Several times one of the singers (Vald?) was encouraging people to do walls of deaths and we were screaming not to because we were genuinely suffering so much, getting pushed and tossed around.

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