"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying."
Basically, because I dislike the attitude of "Oh, you like rocks? How boring." Nuts to that. Give me Petunia Paleo any day!
"ROCKS IS MAGIC!"
Did you know that anything could be turned into a black hole? For every object with mass, there's what's called a Schwartzchild radius: compress the object to below that radius, and bam! Black hole singularity.
Every object.
In which, after an angry tribe, a lake monster, and a would-be waxwork murderer, we finally get Gravity Falls' creepiest enemy: the evangelical version of Georgie Porgie.
Blog Number 203: "Writers Can't Do Math" Edition
It turns out I made a couple of errors - one of them a whopper - when I wrote one of my fics this year. Here's a record of those errors, in the hopes I might avoid making them twice. 🤞
Blog Number 202: 😷 Medical Mask Edition
Did you know that Hippocrates, the Ancient Greek "father of medicine" and origin of the Hippocratic Oath, had a name that meant "horse power"?
Blog Number 201: Ray of Sunshine Edition
I've been watching more EqG...
This guy is a legendary fire salamander in PonyWorld, and you can't change my mind.😎
Blog Number 200: "Vanity of Vanities, All is Vanity!" Edition
Do we use art, or does art use us? Or could it be... both?
And how crazy can this get, exactly?
Blog Number 199: Another Setback Edition
I'm quitting the contest. No matter how many ideas I generate and organize, it all comes crashing down at the prose-writing stage, and I'm just sick of it.
Since a looming deadline, a word count limit, a less-than-ideal home situation, and a general sense that I'm distracting myself aren't doing it for me, I'm just doing myself a favour and throwing in the towel. Time out.
God damn, do I hate this.
Impossible Numbers, out.