ive been thinking about this tweet for the past 2 days like literally nonstop

*gets drunk* lets burn down a police station

*gets sober* y’know what I changed my mind…let’s burn down a police station

This is how my uncle got 99years in prison…

solidarity with this guys cool uncle

construction workers were a superstitious organization who thought orange objects could ward off vehicles, or even control people.

Bowl Depicting Foxes* Attacking Human

Nazca, 180 BCE–500 CE

Kunio Okawara

Alan Lee

sphinx

This is a positive post

Psych! Fucking GETS you!

bitter aloe adorned with the webs of a dome spider (Cyrtophora moluccensis)

by jeremy ville

If the door’s locked, try the wall

[by Geoff Manaugh]

a drywall knife

In one of the most interesting moments in his memoir, [jewelry thief Bill Mason] sees that architecture can be made to do what he wants it to do; it’s like watching a character in Star Wars learn to use the Force.

In a lengthy scene at a hotel in Cleveland that Mason would ultimately hit more than once in his career, he explains that his intended prize was locked inside a room whose door was too closely guarded for him to slip through. Then he realizes the obvious: he has been thinking the way the hotel wanted him to think—the way the architects had hoped he would behave—looking for doors and hallways when he could  simply carve a new route where he wanted it. The ensuing realization delights him. “Elated at the idea that I could cut my own door right where I needed one,” he writes, Mason simply breaks into the hotel suite adjacent to the main office. There, he flings open the closet, pushes aside the hangers, and cuts his way from one room into the other using a drywall knife. In no time at all, he has cut his “own door” through to the manager’s office, where he takes whatever he wants—departing right back through the very “door” he himself made. It is architectural surgery, pure and simple.

Later, Mason actually mocks the idea that a person would remain reliant on doors, making fun of anyone who thinks burglars, in particular, would respect the limitations of architecture. “Surely if someone were to rob the place,” he writes in all italics, barbed with sarcasm, “they’d come in as respectable people would, through the door provided for the purpose. Maybe that explains why people will have four heavy-duty locks on a solid oak door that’s right next to a glass window.” People seem to think they should lock-pick or kick their way through solid doors rather than just take a ten-dollar drywall knife and carve whole new hallways into the world. Those people are mere slaves to  architecture, spatial captives in a world someone else has designed for them.

Something about this is almost unsettlingly brilliant, as if it is nonburglars who have been misusing the built environment this whole time; as if it is nonburglars who have been unwilling to question the world’s most basic spatial assumptions, too scared to think past the tyranny of architecture’s long-held behavioral expectations.

To use architect Rem Koolhaas’s phrase, we have been voluntary prisoners of architecture all along, willingly coerced and browbeaten by its code of spatial conduct, accepting walls as walls and going only where the corridors lead us. Because doors are often the sturdiest and most fortified parts of the wall in front of you, they are a distraction and a trap. By comparison, the wall itself is often more like tissue paper, just drywall and some two-by-fours, without a lock or a chain in sight. Like clouds, apartment walls are mostly air; seen through a burglar’s eyes, they aren’t even there. Cut a hole through one and you’re in the next room in seconds.

~ Geoff Manaugh, A Burglar’s Guide to the City

My first game is now available for download, pay what you want.

My 2nd game is now live on Itch.io. Pay what you want to kill the emperor with your friends by making Hard Bargains. Made as part of the Dice Exploder Game Jam.

I made my third game today between classes. Chamounix: Facing the Monster is a collaborative game for 1-4 players inspired by My Words to Victor Frankenstein Above the Village of Chamounix: Performing Transgender Rage by Susan Stryker

Hi babes, we spoke to Chris's cousin who has a fleet of trucks (his whole family is rich and we're dirt poor) and we need an auto electrician. I have absolutely no idea how much that's going to cost and I'd say it's the last thing we need but that usually makes things worse

If you know us you know we're rural and I can't take my kid to their appointments or do really any surviving without a car

Someday this will end but in the meantime my Kofi (/FakeJuly) is here and PayPal (ace8ball@gmail.com) is here, any and all help is appreciated

Pls reblog 💖💖

I'm like physically sick with worry and I can't take the kids to their next mental health appointments this week (I need to take Fern to the dentist too)

While we mercifully received enough to get through the last week for groceries etc, we never reached the last goals to fix the car and we've already spent $200 on fixing it - just to discover more problems

Any and all help is super appreciated ❤️💕

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We've reached our first goal! I'll update this once I have an estimate from the mechanic but at least I can call one out now 💗💗