Let me light that for you.

EVERY TIME WE KISS I SWEAR I COULD FLY

CAN’T U FEEL MY HEART BEAT FAST, I WANT THIS TO LAST

NEED YOU BY MY SIDE

Fun fact: This is all on expired lomography metropolis. if it were in-date film it'd look even better. I dont have any in-date metropolis in 120 but i have a roll of it in 35mm that i'm gonna load up once i've finished my current roll of Kodak ColorPlus 200 (cheap color film that looks better than it should)

Here's Catlabs X Film 100 in 35 though, which is kinda similar in terms of range

and i find myself, at 10:42pm on a friday night, with a 700 word essay to write for a physiology class. i know jack fucking shit about physiology (i was a history major, my brain is incredibly not wired for science) and i am going to prove the kid in this silly little post so incredibly incorrect.

got my coffee and some music

11:37pm update

12:16am. coffee is almost gone. probably about half done. re checked the word count and it says "at least" 700 words. i think i will certainly surpass that. now i just have to make a pesky figure. and also cite a textbook. aparently.

and four hours later we have a final word count: 1363

unsure if it makes sense. but i did write it myself :) and i even learned things and had fun so. fuck ai. get off chat gpt or whatever the kids are using these days and write your own damn essays. no excuses. i procrastinated this to the bitter end and still got it done and i know NOTHING about stem i haven’t taken an honest to go science class in a good 8 years prior to this one. there is character development to be had from writing mediocre essays at fuck ass o’clock and it’s vital to being a human.

write a mediocre essay. challenge yourself.

There's so much irony in Martin saying that he and Jon still have time to talk "unless the world ends," only to then spend the entire eye-apocalypse chatting as they travel to The Institute.

of the license plate but damn

this is impressive

(image description: a three panel drawing with very simple sketched lines and only a little quick coloration. it depicts a woman sitting at a desk, with a computer keyboard, musing aloud; "sometimes I wish my creative works would just make themselves...", after which she is startled by the arrival of a stick figure with a square head labeled "generative AI," which replies; "I can do that." the final panel is the only one with detailed color and lighting, showing the artist whipping out a pencil-shaped laser gun and exploding the AI entity. end description.)