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I once screwed myself over and worked for 24 whole hours with 3 part time jobs. Load in(setting up a stage) for IATSE at 4am, then a 7am start at cafe, then off to a grocery store to stock shelves by 2pm, then back to IATSE for loadout (teardown) at 10pm and finally a reprieve from this capitalist hellscape at 4am…

I love math too, but it’s taught in a very rigid dusty way sometimes. I don like to be dusty, but i wish I had a brain that didn’t mind it. Therefore:

Tibees - The Joy of Mathematics

Tibees on Nebula

ohhh to have the brain brain to have a weeeeee smidge-o-fun in infinite fun space.

mfw i satanize my hands

I have a slightly more positive view of manga because it’s more likely to be hand drawn (March Comes in Like a Lion, Made in Abyss) but one of the things I really don’t like about manwha/manhua is that it’s always (as far as I’ve seen) a continuous strip which means I have to scroll a lot. I have an auto-scroll extension but it makes me dizzy after a while. I do appreciate how each of them have their own unique style, I think that’s pretty cool.

Also my first “manga” was Scott Pilgrim. Author’s Canadian and IIRC it was read right to left but everyone still called it a manga.