He Looks Like He’s Just Been Startled And Is Peeking To See Whats Going On

Some days I feel like I’m teetering on a fine white line where one event, or misstep, could send me tumbling into a Stephen King esque scenario. Maybe I’m already there.

Dude looks like a Sly Cooper villain

"do you want him to wear the little hat?"

"yes please"

1973 RCA XL-100 spotted (chassis GS-830).

Oh interesting, I didn’t know about Multics.

Eternally upset I missed the public access Multics installation that apparently existed a few years ago before blipping off the face of the internet... who wants to start a new one with me?

There’s an alarming lack of fan art of antiquated typesetting machines. My grandfather’s father owned a publishing house and would have purchased one of the first photo typesetting machines. He told me about it, I can’t recall the model, but it was rudimentary still, requiring paper tape for storage and was integrated into the desk.

It’s nice to think about for sure. Believe me, I have been. But maybe this world is what we make it. We’ll have to see.

I am just tired from everything and everyone and I don’t know what to do anymore but I wish I could dissapear from this place and none could find me start in a new place I don’t know to explain

I stole the background photos and the bird from other people to make these.

Abandoned. I loved the brickwork and the sharp shadows.