Hell, why not.
Bandwidth for text is not going to cost me much.
I am going to start typing crap.
One day it will be read back to me and then the nurse will give me a fatal dose of whatever is currently acceptable.
Until then, I am stuck with it.
Which is cool.
Unlike most of the internet that disappears every time someone changes their mind, this is not going to happen here.
God knows I don’t read what I write. Otherwise I would be tempted to make sure it is spelt correctly, the grammar is correct and sentences merge seamlessly into paragraph.
And, just in case you didn’t notice, there is a list when you let your mouse pointer thing hover of the SOME RANTS up there ^ in small type.
Here’s some pictures I did… And some shit I might make… Just something to liven things up.
Good old me.
Always keen to entertain you.
WAVES IN MY BRAIN
Forget which day of withdrawal I did this,
but I was trying to do a graffix of an idea I had in the shower. Instead I did this. Pity really, I now cannot remember what the original idea was.
For Gods Sake.
This car was left parked in a storm. What do you expect really? Logs through wind screen at minimum.
But this one got the front stuffed, windscreen was fine. Over 220km/h winds at this spot…