Fatal Frame 2 / Project Zero 2 Its name changes depending on what country you are in, Is having a remake come out early next year. Just thought I would let people know as this site is full of Goth and Emo people and horror fans in general and its a horror game so some people are sure to know what I'm talking about. Honestly fatal frame 2 and 3 are up their with some of my favorite games. The Remake is on PS5/Xbox series/PC and steam/ Nintendo switch 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzKpOJBwzzI

Quality is Quality: Quality is quality! As you know I fix and maintain vintage clocks, its become a small business and hobby. Recently I baught a Waterybury 20s Office clock with a damaged face but was running and a non running clock of the same type with an intact face. Bored I pulled it apart, the seller had attempted to fix it before and used machine oil to lube the wheels (Gears and Cogs). Anyway, it was jammed soild. The oil did not help nor did the spring being wound so tight it had become kinked. I had buy a replacement; big mistake! I housed the main sping, and fitted the workings back together and begain my tests. I wound the clock up, and ping! The main spring snapped, and flew at me, slashing my arm open. I had to go to hospital and get a couple of stitches. In my time working with vintage clocks, short of doing something stupid a main spring shouldn't break, I've worked with forging from the 1800s, to mid to late 1900s. Then I read the package, made in india!

Im thinking of quitting inktober (yet again) before i even really started on it. Idk just the thought of planning and actually making an ink drawing every day stresses me out. Although it was something that I easily did in the past. Even multiple ones a day... I think it's because of not having as much time to invest in art anymore I kinda lost my connection to it. I rarely get to sit down to actually paint. Every year I start the inktober challeng in hope to get my connection back but every time for the past 3 years I end up having to quit halfway through for multiple reasons like getting behind lacking time. This year I'm already stressed about having to catch up on the first few days that I missed. Maybe I just had a bad start...I wanted to warm up by finishing one of least years works that I never got to complete and I totally messed it up and on top it tore apart when I tried to remove the one year old masking tape... Seems like an omen... I will still dedicate this month to art and especially watercolor painting. But I think I will not do the inktober challenge for now. Maybe I will get to do the last half of it later but just now I need to get back into the peaceful/mindful mindset that I need for doing watercolor. Pushing myself with a challenge will not help here. I started watching YouTube draw with me videos of one of my favorite artists there. It helps getting back into watercolors and Inks.

this straight girl can speak a little lebanese

I'm a mean person. And with all honesty, I think [sportsbitch] has some serious mental issues we need to address. Trust me, I minored in Goth psychology back in Faith Healing night classes. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdXlXT32ER4

All aboard the Thunberg flotilla. And you thought Carnival Cruise Lines were a boatload of far-left drama!

Shared by Unfiltered Feels on Facebook four days ago: When a mother loses a baby, their DNA doesn’t just disappear. It lives inside of her. Little fragments of them stay woven into her blood, her bones, her very being. She carries them forever, even when the world assumes she’s “moved on.” Science calls it microchimerism. But mothers call it love that never left. Her baby’s cells cross into her body and stay there for a lifetime. A physical reminder that they were real, they existed, they mattered. So even when her arms are empty, she is never truly without them. Their presence lingers in her body, her heartbeat, her cells. She doesn’t just remember them… she holds them, every single day, in ways no one can see. Motherhood doesn’t end with loss. It lives on in her body. It lives on in her soul. It lives on in the love that never had the chance to grow old. She carries her baby forever. Not just in her heart. But in every part of who she is.

Saw this on Facebook shared by Alexis Palmer one day ago: "Somewhere, there’s a woman: 30 years old, no children. People ask her, “Still no kids?” She forces a smile. “Not yet.” Later, she cries… because she’s had miscarriages, because IVF didn’t work, because she’s tried for years, because her heart aches every time she’s asked that question. Somewhere else, there’s a woman: 34, five children. People say, “Five? I hope you’re done!” They laugh like it’s funny. She laughs too, politely. Later, she cries… because she wanted a big family, because her Granny had 12, because she’s tired of the judgment, because people assume she’s irresponsible, because no one sees how much love and care she pours into her kids. And then there’s another woman: 40, one child. People ask, “Only one? Didn’t you want more?” She smiles, “I’m happy with my one.” Later, she cries… because her one was a miracle, because she wanted more, because her body or life circumstances won’t allow it, because people don’t know the battles she’s already fought. 💔 These women are everywhere. They are our sisters, our neighbors, our coworkers, our friends. Their wombs are not community property. Their choices are not public business. Their pain is not ours to poke at with casual comments and “funny” jokes. So here’s the reminder: 👉 Whether it’s no kids, five kids, or one kid—it’s not your place to question. 👉 Respect their journey. Respect their story. Respect their silence. Because you never know what tears are hidden behind that smile." [Nadirah Angail]

#AI #artificialgeneralintelligence #artificialintelligence #threat #existentialism #Humanity #machines #Military https://www.windowscentral.com/artificial-intelligence/microsoft-ai-chief-warns-military-grade-intervention

I like Halloween as much as the next goth, but I'm not going to water it down or sweeten it up a bit. It's a day for evil, the day when the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest. Demons be praised and devils be raised! Now give me some old school candy and forever be cursed! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-oH2bsfe2k