...or anything creative....
....or not creative....
....just post something here, FFS and then PM your address. :)
Tin-Can sounds like a great idea. I hope you can make it happen as well as develop it into something more universally usable.
Speaking of Tin-Can @ App Store: why not develop it anyway, so that at least users with jailbroken phones could use it? It isn't illegal, if I recall correctly, and you'll gain a knowledgable userbase. (Now that I have an iPhone, I find myself rooting for jailbreaking. Mine can't be jailbroken, but that doesn't stop me.)
A p2p mesh network messaging app that was a bit ahead of its time. :/
I'm swimming in stickers and magnets and stuff and don't feel like whipping out some snide limerick but I got a thing in the mail from rd95 and I'm feeling creative so what the hell.
That's an insulator. They're made out of glass, they used to go on power poles, and they're collected by old people. I am not yet an old people (despite my best efforts to the contrary and i do not wish to collect electrical insulators but this thing is a pretty blue. And, following a hunch,
Well, that's intriguing.
Obviously a tea light would fit just fine but I've discovered that scented candles make me happy and scented tea lights are dumb. The way things are, that sucker would totally hold tapers, too, but I give two shits about tapers. So I need something to keep the votive from gooshing all over the threads...
Thanks, Ikea.
Make it fit.
Of course, it'll still fill up with wax in a truly annoying way unless I... hey, what's that over there?
Stay on target, red leader. Right tools for the right job. How 'bout
...I think that's fabric glue. Where's the craft box -
FUCK YEAH HOT GLUE
Okay, we need that to warm up so let's get out our jury-rig wire...
Getting there. Nice'n'mongrel-lookin'. Now, can we tweak that on in such a way that it's nice and up-cycly?
Fuck yeah Etsy Be Proud. Now where's that burly-ass monofilament...
...actually, hang on a sec.
THAAAAAAT'S why you kept the leather from the terrarium. Mkkay, tweak those eyelets out with a screwdriver...
Poifect. Hey, I'll bet the hot glue is hot now. Can you uglify this something fierce so it's got that heinous craft authenticity?
mmmm. smells like amateurishness.
Hey I wonder if there's still a swag hook in the ceiling from when we moved out in 2009?
Well allrighty then.
I just read this entire thing out loud because I love it so much. You are not old, you just like what you like and do what you do so keep doing it.
I want to ride you
like a pony.
In a dream.
All around a lake
filled with giant
dolphins.
I say like a pony
because
you haven't quite made
the transition into
a unicorn yet.
You will
call me
Horselord.
And I will say, "Hey!
Those are some
nice
stripper boots
you have on!"
-based on a very strange dream
square house --did you know that this morning you have a quiet passenger
a little winged thing with a proud crest
silhouetted against the view I am
sure you are
looking at?
it sits on your roof, surveying its lands
watching how the fog marches in on the
sleeping city lit with sunrise's
luminous fury
square house thank you for sharing
the morning with me
I wrote this on a hike at sunrise a few weeks ago. No need for stickers :) I have so many :o
Poetry for magnets and stickers
sounds purely American
for where else can magnets
and stickers find a new home
in this digital age where items
have less value as it's now good
to keep everything in one super
computer that once was the size
of an elephant or a room
Morning stream of consieeness for stickers:
Channeling my chin strapped bike bikini
I waddle trough the bazar
Calls for purchase, like ducks squaking in my ear
Spittle flying in slow motion over the brightly colored tourists
All the vagabonds with their merchandise get browner and browner as
You head in from the sea to the middle city streets
A dog lay dead, maggots making their way inside
Time to go back to the resort
She's crying, again
I guess it's important that you know,
That I haven't been here to be liked for a while.
You can like me, like I like me, and others sometimes do
But I don't want you to like me because I was nice to you.
I don't want you to like me because we agree, or disagree,
Or because I make you comfortable, or you can tell me anything.
It is not my lot in life, not who I want to be,
I can stand it, but don't seek it.
It's nothing personal, I'm not a person to you yet.
If I ever were to be, it's mostly an idealized version of me anyway.
I'm a differing opinion, another life lived,
A stranger you can tell a secret to.
So don't worry about it. Just use it for what it is.
Here's my record wall in progress with more than ever!
Probably weird to write about an ex from years ago, but it was fun to think back on.
Your username reminds me
Of a short sleeper I admired
With 4 hours of sleep
She got all that she required
All the extra time she had
Went towards the hobbies she underwent
Her arts, her cello, her long distance friends
Consider it time well spent
Plus she went through books unbelievably fast
With retention way better than my own
Was also an anomaly when she spoke
Her rhetorical brilliance well known
I felt embarassed when we had sex
With 20 waking hours to my 16
She was THAT practiced at everything
A genius that can make a scene
An architect of arousal
In public places and / or the car
Open with fears and fetishes
Role reversal and lots of scars
But she once told me that whenever I slept
That I looked troubled and terrified
It's stuck with me since then
I guess I can't hide all anxieties from the outside
She made me feel small
But I'm alright with that
I wonder where she is now
Probably disappointed that I'm now fat
- Did you ever get my mail I sent back, insom? There were goodies inside.
:( Not that I know of. I will DM you our new address. We moved ~1mnth after the last set of stickers and magnets went out. Even though we turned on mail-forwarding, USPS failed us a few times already. :( :(
Found it on such an obscure hard drive. I wrote this for a college class btw LOL:
Ode to Spaghetti
You stringy devil, you
With your odd yellow hue
I spin my fork round and round
Only to be left confound
When my fork is left so bare
I only feel a deep despair
But why do I tolerate your evasive shape
Instead of choosing another escape
There is no easy way to answer
Maybe because you are a graceful dancer
Your noodle like figure slides across my plate
As I slowly begin to accept my fate
Your delicious blend shall be enjoyed
If only you wouldn’t look to avoid,
My three pronged spear
When it grows near.
Your taste, and shape are so divine
I only wish I didn’t have such a hard time,
Enjoying a serving of your twisted fates
When I go out on a few dinner dates.