memories of happier days
Dec. 26th, 2017 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanama83 days until the vernal equinox
Neither thing happened, but I feel like Mugabe's going to take his sweet time and I don't know how much longer Ashley will be around.
Blame imgur, because uploading a hundred images hasn't stopped being a pain in the ass, although I am amazed that when I did attempt to post them, all of them uploaded. It just sorted them in a rather strange way: start from an arbitrary point, go to the end, then repeat from another arbitrary point, end where the previous batch began, and then repeat the process until it reaches the beginning. While inconvenient, this was far less annoying than I was expecting. I swear, if I had to reupload everything, you probably wouldn't see this post for another few months.
Blame the weather, because I need direct sunlight when photographing the pictures.
Blame Ashley, the person I really wanted to show these drawings to, for hating me.
Blame me, for being overwhelmed by everything else.
I took the first photos when Ashley was in Europe, by the way. Some of them might be in the wrong entry and I'm sorry.
I'll upload the next sketchbook when Mugabe dies or when Ashley is nice to me. And now that I've said that...
burning question: leaving aside everything else wrong with posts about how feminism is cancer, was the writer unaware that women can have marital/romantic success with other women or maybe they don't define success as romantic or marital? It's not the 19th century any more.
Neither thing happened, but I feel like Mugabe's going to take his sweet time and I don't know how much longer Ashley will be around.
Blame imgur, because uploading a hundred images hasn't stopped being a pain in the ass, although I am amazed that when I did attempt to post them, all of them uploaded. It just sorted them in a rather strange way: start from an arbitrary point, go to the end, then repeat from another arbitrary point, end where the previous batch began, and then repeat the process until it reaches the beginning. While inconvenient, this was far less annoying than I was expecting. I swear, if I had to reupload everything, you probably wouldn't see this post for another few months.
Blame the weather, because I need direct sunlight when photographing the pictures.
Blame Ashley, the person I really wanted to show these drawings to, for hating me.
Blame me, for being overwhelmed by everything else.
I took the first photos when Ashley was in Europe, by the way. Some of them might be in the wrong entry and I'm sorry.
I'll upload the next sketchbook when Mugabe dies or when Ashley is nice to me. And now that I've said that...
burning question: leaving aside everything else wrong with posts about how feminism is cancer, was the writer unaware that women can have marital/romantic success with other women or maybe they don't define success as romantic or marital? It's not the 19th century any more.
