I woke up to find a weird stain on my chair this morning. At first I thought perhaps our sweet little cat had had a particularly nasty hairball accident ... But no
That's not a hairball.
That's a snail
^ a criminal
Examining the crime scene, my wife found evidence that it may have been attempting to burgle our pears
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there is a beautiful nonvenomous black widow mimic that lives behind my desk and we cohabitate peacefully but every so often she does come out and scare the crap out of me
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Side note - I'm getting really frustrated at the 8 minute waitlist because I'm trying to figure out what's hiding the first line of text on every response but only on my desktop and I have to reload it every time
THROUGH THE POWER INGESTED BY ME VIA UQUIZ, I HEREBY DECLARE YOU
THE DEITY OF
PLEASE ENJOY
I assure you I am in the top percentile of people who will enjoy this, I take my job very seriously and I am blessing every cockroach to have a very good day and find a spoiled fruit
[Image: Two illustrations. The first is a mesa top wreathed in green. The sky is low and heavy with stormclouds, grey sheets of rain rolling over distant canyons. The grass reaches for the sky, almost as tall as the basalt boulders scattered around the fields.
Two men wade through the green, holding one another’s hands.
The second spread is of Ashe, kneeling in that endless field. He shares the good weather with antelopehorn milkweed (Asclepias asperula) and tarantula hawk wasps (Genus Pepsis), who fly to and fro between the flowerheads. An especially docile one rests on the man’s knuckles, even as he rubs the tears from his eyes.
And if he’s brought to tears by something other than the rain, well--that’s just as well.]
And the suffering, one way or the other
it will go away
It's all at rest
'cause I found a better place
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Feat. My three favorite men that could make me cry like a baby if they so chose to: tarantula hawk wasps, Morgan, and Ashe.
What a prohibitively busy semester. Good because that keeps me from getting in trouble, not so good because I am biting at the bit to draw.
Had an epiphany the other morning that this stage of my life would be unrecognizable to the me of just a few years ago, in no small part thanks to the kindness of people around me and the desert in general. I have been thinking about these captures of Perry Mesa during unusually wet seasons as well, and certain people who also go through radical transformations when the weather humors them.