DefiantBidet

ignorance and stochastic terrorism are done by the populace not the ruling class- grow up with this “we are not the same bullshit”

data… dad - d + ta

the other way doesn’t bother me though… unlike “experiment”.
it freaks me out when people throw a “spear” in that word

Cnotbush streams himself sculpting clay figures and statues daily on twitch

Ace of Clay, Dr Garuda, Art Chong, North of the Border, Sculpture Geek, etc all post sculpting vids on YouTube.

Some use a polymer clay you bake to harden, some use plasticine based clay that never dries. Depends on the artists preference and needs.

When I was in high school - ages ago - one of the substitute teachers of my art class was sanding/polishing their marble bust they were working on. It was neat to see the process but it’s really just a lot of wet sanding once past large removal / chipping.

OK this is gonna be a long one. And it’s not even mine. The original point of what I’m about to post was about losing loved ones to death, but in my lowest parts of dealing with my divorce I found these words very helpful. One of the few good things to come out of reddit. Credit to reddit user GSnow. Here goes.

Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents.

I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.

As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.

In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.

Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.

Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.

• /u/GSnow

User experience over marketing.

Empire was 5. All other answers are wrong.

Hoth was cold, the movie was cold and dark, evil wins… Just like real life.

If you feel, in an interview, that you’re being negatively judged. Leave. You are interviewing them just as much as they, you. Sure there is a slightly different power dynamic at play but the point of contempt and feeling like they’re doing you a favor shouldn’t exist.

arithmancy - which is pseudomaths in a sense…

i think Nestle is one of the most evil corporations currently on the planet - not quite large euro bank evil but close. Being out of work for more than 6 months - still applied to multiple positions bc one can afford to stand on a soapbox only when one has the money to afford the soapbox.