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is now a good time to mention my artwork is gonna be featured on the front of a disability rights magazine that’s been in publication since 1990? 👉👈
a couple of life updates:
getting booed out of the room and orange peels thrown at me because i dared ask my trusted and beloved best friend if my code is more optimized if i use n*x or of i just do the math ahead of time if all of the possible values of x are 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, or 7 and n is always the same
#mine#i just fear that in the future i won’t remember that the final value has to be n multiplied by one of those values for x#like there’s just the 6 numbers#but should i bake the logic in for my own future reference or should i just use the raw naked numbers#his reaction was lighthearted and funny he was just like NO MORE TALKING ABOUT CONTORTING CSS WIRH MATH I NEED TO WORK#friends
Reblogged misterworldwideweb
listen: cheating at baseball is like a whole second sport. as long as baseball has existed, people have been cheating at it
look at this shit.
Reblogged misterworldwideweb
2 highschool boys dms
im here
doors open bro
youve got a gnome on your porch
ok
you know im scared of gnomes bro
dude.
its about an hour past midnight, but i decided to make another one of these, since its been a couple years, and a lot has changed.
these have sort of become home for my feelings of self-doubt as well as my moments of self-reflection. most of all, they are a home for my idiocy. if you’re a friend, i’m comfortable with you reading these. however, i’d appreciate it if you didnt reblog this.
maybe ill delete it tomorrow
its only been a year since my last tdov post, but more has happened this year than i can fit in one post, so i don’t want to have to try to smush it into next year’s post.
this post explores and expands upon my past 2 tdov posts which can be found here: @tdovcave
in the past i didn’t feel comfortable with these posts being reblogged, but i’m fine with it now.
my tdov posts have always been just as bitter as they are sweet. i never realize how much and how little i’ve changed until i work on one of these. the things i am thinking are different, but i am still a story about the same things i have always been about. the story didn’t end because i got older, it just got more complicated. maybe being visible as a trans person is just bittersweet. or maybe my feelings are delimited to an era and a self that i can’t ever have not been within.