self harvest

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The Energon Harvester Prop!

Took about 4 hrs to make. I’m overall happy with how it turned out. I realy had to brainstorm so it could transform to replicate the likenes of it in the show.

I spent some time texturing the paint to have some patina look and give it a nice contrast to make the details on the plating look a little weathered around the edges and make the rest stand out.

It is built using a Styrofoam ball as the base. I melt cut to accomodate the transforming mechanisms and the battery packs. :)

@tfg1-minibot-lover @tyrantofthefirmament

If you live to satisfy your sinful self, the harvest you will get from that will be eternal death. But if you live to please the Spirit, your harvest from the Spirit will be eternal life. We must not get tired of doing good. We will receive our harvest of eternal life at the right time. We must not give up.
—  Galatians 6:8-9
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End of July- Garden update

Today we harvested three of our cabbage heads. The fourth unfortunately had already rotted before we could get to it this weekend. The tomatoes turned like over night, so there was a plethora ready to be picked. We still have a few sprigs of broccoli coming in and still a good helping of hotpeppers. We harvested some of the wheat growing and have it hanging up to dry in my parent’s back florida/sun room until we can thresh it. 

I also managed to make time this even to freeze some green beans, broccoli, and pickle three jars of peppers. 

Bad news: Some of our bean plants have a rust fungus, which is brown spots all over the shoots, which tend to look like cankers. 

Our garden this year is a little disappointing. We have lost quite a few plants, and are not yielding nearly what we were expecting. Other aspects are doing great, while a lot are just not having it. We are not sure if this is because of the soil quality, the high rust content of my parent’s well water, over watering, the fact we have had such a weird fluctuation in temperatures this summer. Perhaps it is all factors, but this year is not our year for a large bountiful harvest. 

I can’t put into words how truly terrifying this experience was. And I can’t even imagine how the victims and their families are feeling. I don’t know what I’m expecting from writing this, but I feel like I need to write it down.


All names have been changed for privacies sake.


My friend Bob and I were seated in the VIP section to the right of the main stage. I was so tired I was starting to fall asleep, so I was lounging on one of the pallet couches.


A little after 10:00pm we heard a popping sound. Not lengthy by any means, and I thought “What dumbass brought firecrackers to the concert? They’re going to kicked out.” Then it started again. And didn’t stop.


The music stopped and the screaming stared. I sat in complete shock. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere, and my mind still wasn’t comprehending what the sound actually was.


The next thing I knew I was being pushed under the table. There were people running and screaming. It was complete chaos. I started having a panic attack, but Bob was able to clam me down, and I resolved to keep myself together until it was all over.


It felt like we were under that table for a lifetime, but it couldn’t have been more than five minutes. We saw people dragging the injured and dead through the tent. With the crowd dispersing the noise got louder, and made it seem like the gunman was getting closer.


I thought that the next image I would see would be a gunman coming up the steps to kill the people that were hiding. The only thing I could think was that I would never see my kids again.


We decided that we needed to run. We made our way through the tent and towards the nearest exit. Unfortunately they weren’t letting anyone out to Las Vegas Blvd. That meant we had to cross the open field to the other side of the venue.


The shots would go for 20-30 seconds at a time, then there would be a brief few seconds where he would reload. We crouched as low as we could and booked it. Halfway across the field I had to stop and take off my boots. There was no way I was going to make it wearing them. I ran barefoot the rest of the way. We made it to the East end of the lot and started toward the Tropicana.


We passed by injured and people desperately searching for loved ones. I sent short texts to my loved ones. “Shooter.” “I am safe.”. Bob was able to get ahold of his daughter (Tammy) and the rest of their group (Sam, Brian, and Maddie) and we made plans to meet at the MGM. Someone had opened the emergency exits at Tropicana to let everyone in. People were panicking and stampeding so we tried to stay as close to the walls as we could. At some point someone vomited on me.


We ended up in the pool area and it looked like there was no way out. I told Bob that I didn’t think it was a good idea to be here as we still didn’t know where the shooter was or where he may be heading. He told me to trust him, so I did. We made or way through the pools and ended up at some exit gates. I felt so relieved.


We found ourselves in the lobby of the MGM and finally felt safe enough to rest. Bob called Tammy again and told her exactly where we were. Waiting for them was excruciating. Everywhere there were people crying, but I felt nothing. Just emptiness.


I saw them walking through the door and we all just huddled together and embraced. Brian had a suite in the building so we all slowly made our way there.


When we settled in the apartment I helped clean up a wound on Tammy’s leg. She had three deep gashes from scaling a fence. Brian and Maddie had blood on there hands from helping the injured and Sam had injured his ankle after getting his food stuck in a knocked over barricade. Thankfully I had purchased a tank top at the concert hours ago and I was able to change out of my vomit covered clothes.


We stayed at the hotel for about three hours, but with the others drinking and constantly talking about the shooting I asked Bob if we could go to his hotel room. We told the others goodbye and started what seemed like the endless trek to the Palazzo. After walking for about a half a mile passing motorist took pity on us and drove us the rest of the way. After an intricate vehicle search we made it to the entrance of the hotel, walked to the room, and I was able to take a bath (I literally couldn’t stand anymore). As soon as I hit the pillow I slept as a result of sheer exhaustion.

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I apologize for dropping off on posts this summer, it’s been chaos: moved to my new place beginning of August (the plants hated that move in 35+*C) lived through a couple weeks of thick smoke from a big wild fire a km from home, and work was too busy.  Well to be honest I didn’t put much of a garden in, knowing I was moving, so I was limited in what was interesting enough to post.

Just harvested these beauties: Love-lies-bleeding Amaranthus caudatus

My favourite flowering annual, I highly recommend adding this to your garden to keep this fabulous colour all summer long!

10 Ways I Can Spot an Aspie Girl

1. Deep, soulful eyes which perhaps dip down slightly and/or are very distinguished and large. There is someone in there with a story. There is truth.

2. An uncomfortable smile that cannot find a home which fluctuates between a chiseled, serious frown and the most amazing genuine smile, wherein the whole self and soul lights up—a childlike expression, too pure to be mistaken for anything else than authenticity.

3. Continual statements of second-guessing, checking for understanding, clarifying self, and offering out extra information in an attempt to be understood. Indications of never reaching a full conclusion, as there are limitless possibilities. Questioning self, harvesting advice, and then tossing everything out and starting anew. Having the kindling of multiple thoughts about multiple directions, all at the same time.

4. Fleeting, unnatural eye contact, that is either over-intense and attempting to linger or constantly moved about to find an object of focus. Unusual gestures whilst conversing, and seemingly never fully engaged in the speaker, unless strongly intrigued; and even then the imagination takes over and causes a drifting appearance. Unless overtaken with a special topic of interest; then all mannerisms and ways of being become forgotten, and all that exists is the spoken word.

5. Eyebrows that raise up when a smile is formed, or a distinct maneuvering of the facial features, as if to represent who they are, even when smiling, as to not distort a truth.

6. Unnatural appearing stances and movements; never quite comfortable moving in body unless preoccupied and/or in the midst of strong emotions or a special topic of interest.

7. A sweetness that isn’t outgrown entangled with an enchanting childlike nature and naiveté. Swirling within a constant flux of varying emotions, and heavily influenced by the happenings of everything and everyone.

8. An undeniable unique way of self-expression in all forms: in thought, in writing, in art. All is an extension of the greater self. Spread out with an openness lacking self-need and wanting; and instead represented by an honest soul in search of connection.

9. A flowing nature with undercurrents of stability and predictability. At first glance the person may seem unstable, but with careful observation she follows the ebbs and flows of life, much like the tides to the moon, and the flowers to seasons. She rises and falls. She opens and closes. She is a manifestation of the greater good of cosmic unity, of togetherness, of the interwoven web of us.

10. Her deep reflective state, no matter the topic or situation. The way in which intensity is brought into the room, even as a lightness of being remains. There is a quandary of sorts, an advanced duality, in which she is powerful, yet she is meek, she is substantial yet she is invisible, she is love yet she is fear. She carries the badge of courage in her heart, the white dove of humility in her hands, and everywhere she goes she is either touched or touches down, leaving a trail of fairy dust, or a slough of mud, either way, the path altered.

— 

-everydayaspergers.com

this is actually really beautiful and accurate.