Hand over hand, he slid it up past the sinus that sphinctered and wheezed wetly around the plastic, and Jimmy grinned when the jug fogged with his breath, proving he’d made a tight seal. This egged him on as the tube caught for a moment against the back wall of his sinuses — a dull knock against the door to his brain, somewhere behind his eye sockets — and with one big shove he pushed it through the membrane and into the stringy fibrous underside of his cerebrum. —Mike Arnzen —An Ounce of Brains (The Dream People)
Sick, sick, sick. I love flash fiction. (The link may disappear when the new issue comes out… but maybe they’re clever enough to account for that. We’ll see.)
No interior yet. Getting there. Gotta start somewhere. Low-poly background detail for a medieval theater…
This is manageable. Far better than some semesters.
Creating textures for background buildings in a medieval theater simulation project. I can always improve…
Nothing in this stack is pressing, but they do include rough drafts of final papers,…
Here’s the underlying problem. We have an operating image of thought, an understanding of what…
Representing the Humanities at Accepted Students Day.