replaying the same level in a video game for the hundredth time
cop: who the hell ordered all these pizzas
me: you said i got one phone call
yeah your wings are pretty fukkin rad i really need to learn from you on this subject tbh because mine are schiesse
overly simplified method: draw red zigzag first
important structure reference for when you’re actually putting the feathers on:
i mostly cheat and just scribble so much you cant see me fucking up the actual feathers but yeah im lazy
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk
very little yet enjoy a position over those who
offer up their work and their selves to our judgment.
We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write
and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face
is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average
piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism
designating it so.
But there are times when a critic truly risks something,
and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.
Last night, I experienced something new, an
extraordinary meal from a singularly
To say that both the meal and its maker have
challenged my preconceptions is a gross
understatement. They have rocked me to
my core. In the past, I have made no secret
of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto:
Anyone can cook.
But I realize that only now do I truly understand
what he meant. Not everyone can become
a great artist, but a great artist
can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than
those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s,
who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than
the finest chef in France. I will be returning
to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more
— Anton Ego
New addition to the entryway, courtesy of @racheld325
"food’s ready come downst-"
my chinese students really love english profanity because they dont get in trouble for it
i try to just ignore it so they don’t get a reaction and keep using it
but today during a creative writing exercise, a character was arguing with a dragon, and the kids needed to decide what the character would yell
this one kid raises his hand and calmly submits his suggestion of “f*ck you, you foolish dragon motherf*cker”
i dont know its just
its difficult not to react to that
coming out of your room at 3 am and seeing your parents
what if i died in like twenty years and all i left my girlfriend was a box and like she gasps and reaches down to her chest where her key necklace hangs that i gave her twenty two years ago, and she uses it to unlock the box and all that is in there is a string which you can pull to reveal an embarrassing photo of spongebob at the christmas party