Being Raised Culturally Christian Protestant Atheist Is Funny, Actually. I Was Never Taught That Hell

i really like how nemen script looks

i’m finally starting therapy this week though!

i keep just inexplicably feeling like shit late in the evening

there usually isn’t an event or a thought process that happens, i just start feeling like shit

it kinda sucks

sixteen was on for a bit today but she has really bad anxiety so we put her back on standby bc she doesn’t do well with crowds

i really need to stop personifying the self checkout registers at the supermarket i work at but they all have such distinct personalities

#1 is lactose intolerant (she has inexplicable issues with milk) and she’s full of soup

#2 has some nerve issues (her scale is broken) and so she’s in standby a lot of the time so she doesn’t get overstimulated

#4 can’t remember a phone number to save her life

and #8 has been in standby for like a week because her coin slot stopped working

the worst part about never finishing anything is that i always think i’m going to finish the thing

I’m having a lot of trouble with the character model for Leo

specifically with the legs and arms

i’m not feeling good about this model

me with skylanders spyro’s adventure

it’s a pretty easy game but if you limit yourself to one character and limit upgrades it’s actually difficult and it’s super fun

what if

d&d campaign set in the kingdom of hallownest

reminding me i need to work on my robotgirl short stories

Y’know maybe it’s the autism talking, but those robot girlies have something going on:

The ability to turn off and on any sensory information

Hard outside that can just be rinsed and buffed when it gets dirty

Swappable parts

Aesthetically pleasing whether they’re factory-fresh or war-torn

Un/Under emotional except for a few quirks unrecognizable except for the people closest to them

i need to come up with a name for my sci-fi setting

i still don’t really have one

Robot girl, finally back online after a year and a half, looking at the newly outfitted soldering station. There's a lot more tools on it than there were when she last closed her eyes: Inspection microscopes, hot air reflow, EEPROM programmers, logic analyzers, thermal cameras and regulated power supplies. She starts to tear up when she sees the video history of her partner (and repairperson): months and months of electronic tutorials, starting simple ("what is a circuit?") and towards the end there's PCB design classes and CCC videos about reverse engineering secure processor firmware.

"You did all this, for me?" she asks, her voice sounding different from how she remembers it, lacking the stutterglitch and 8-bit audio harshness. Her partner smiles. "I thought I'd lost you... I couldn't live with that. I had to!"

She hugs them in a pile of spare parts, servos moving smoothly for the first time in decades, pressure sensors finally accurate enough to hold them without risk of crushing them.

Sometimes, love is stored in the soldering iron.