In the playroom of the home I grew up in [until ryland came along and it was bedroom number three], we collected felt flags. Everywhere we went: baseball games, amusement parks, national parks, etc., we got a flag. To hang up in the playroom. So when I saw this... I was immediately brought back. I… Continue reading that’s a cold-ass honkey.
Welp, I'm in full-blown grad school now. I mean, I'm going to school part time and working full time. Which means this might not happen very often anymore... this here blahgging. Or maybe it will. Maybe I'll be procrastination [like right now] and blahgging instead of reading, designing, animating, recording, etc. This has already been… Continue reading it’s a beautiful junkshow.