Fe-churz 3: More fucking pictures
that’s ‘fucking’ as modifier, not verb.
So I’m sitting here digesting brunch from Bob’s, staring at my brand-spankin-new set of Chessex dice thinking “Damn, those really are red,” when I spy my camera case. And you know what I had to do then.
And as always, wallpaper-sized. Big. If you’re on 56K, go get another cup.
d20 by itself
d20, d4, & d8
d20, version 2
failing to do is is my greatest regret! HA AHAH AHAHAa aha… yeah.
The d20 alone didn’t turn out quite like I wanted - it seemed to be rather difficult to get an in-focus closeup of it. I think I needed more light… but I’m not going to get it. I need another lamp. Oh well, more stuff for me to pick up over spring break.
It’s pouring snow outside. I mean pouring fucking snow. Huge flakes the size of basketballs swirling around in some kind of phantom tornado. The air currents get really weird between these two big buildings. (There’s something you’d never see in Twin Falls.) I love looking at snow, and thankfully now that I don’t have to deal with it I can enjoy it. Now if it waasn’t quite so cold…
Adam’s practicing his clarinet again. it’s always kind of nice, makes the place feel downright civilized if only for a few minutes.
Back to failing to understand the latest discrete math assignment. mOre later.