Other random stuff at random intervals.
I really like fonts.
Boxcars on Facebook
Narwhal Dance Party
That feeling when you went by the trainyard earlier and there was nothing there and then you drive by after being picked up by your family in the car and there’s a line of boxcars and all you can do is hope you get back home before dark and that everything is still there when you can grab your bike and head back. Torture. Uggghhh.