Geeky girl Graphic Designer and illustrator. I have two cats, a repetitive stress injury, and an anxiety disorder. My blog is a disordered pile of fandom, art, science, feminism, activism, lame humor and anything else that strikes my fancy. I am very very old in tumblr years. I have it on good authority that I am "comparatively delightful".
Occasionally I just watch my fingers as I type and I’m like, You know what, this is whack. I can move my fingers to fairly accurate positions in a very repeatable and rapid fashion, in such a way that it closes and opens a switch that sends an electrical signal to a magical electrical box that changes the coloration of a few pixels on the magical screen in such a way that is representative of the graphical representation of my native language.
there are so many women who come into the gym I work at with long, straightened hair and makeup on. And they lift HEAVY. And they look great while doing it. So who cares what they decide to look like at the gym? If you’re worried about them, you’re not working hard enough.