I try not to think about tigers as the bus goes past the quarry. It doesn’t make any sense. The more I try not to think about it, the worse it gets.
I’m worried I’m rewiring my brain.
Illustrations, CSS experiments, bits and pieces
I try not to think about tigers as the bus goes past the quarry. It doesn’t make any sense. The more I try not to think about it, the worse it gets.
I’m worried I’m rewiring my brain.
Paper boy wants the rain to stop so he can go outside and play.
Some days you may feel a bit worn out.
Only 10% of the cells in your body are human. The other 90% are bacteria.
Oh! You! Are! Such! A! CUTE! Little! Fuzzy! Wuzzy! But. That. Was. A. PRADA. Handbag. You. Pooped. In.
The old ectoplasm was getting a bit spongy, and people were starting to notice. So I decided, it’s high time to tone up a bit.
Strategically placed clouds can give the sun a makeover.
English is very difficult for machines to parse. We predict some bugs with the first generation of robot chefs.
Oh, well, of course we’ve had to cut back. Even little Sara has less after school activities, poor thing. She was heartbroken when we told her she’d have to cut something out, but in the end we decided to combine them instead.
She hasn’t manage to beat the pony yet, but we’re confident, with a little more work on her back hand, she soon will.
If you clip your fingernails (I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt here—it better not have been toenails) on the bus, expect all of your fellow passengers to wear expressions like this.