Customer comes up to me. *Squints at me* *Does not recognise me* I must be an out of towner. (I am not)

Me: *Speaks in a heavy local dialect*

Customer: *Squints harder* *Squints at my name tag* *Does not recognise my name* (I chose it. And it's weird)

They do not know who I am. They do not know who my mother is. They cannot tell what gender I am.

They leave confused.

I am brought up in befuddled conversation later.

The two things Røst loves most in the world?

1. My mother

2. These things ^

My favourite thing about old motorcycle service manuals is that every now and then they'll suggest you take a Polaroid picture of whatever you're working on to help you remember how it goes back together.

I can't imagine trying to get a decent picture on instant film of a greasy part in a dark workshop and then having to correctly interpret whatever vague shapes you do end up capturing.

I REALLY wish tumblr was clearer on what is and what isn't considered too scandalous for the site.

Like right now the only way to know if your art is gonna get taken down or not is to post it and hope. And then if it does get flagged you can only hope it won't take your whole blog down with it.

Cuno is my new best friend (He hates me)