3D Printing Enthusiast.
If you have ever had cats, you might know that there is a certain threshold crossed that is not always apparent until it might be too late, when it unexpectedly gets serious.
There could be a moment where innocent play becomes deadly (or at least possibly scarring). It's like playing patty cake with a toddler and they get mad because they are losing and they suddenly pull out a switchblade. Cats have multiple sets of switchblades on each paw.
The damn thing looks like someone asked an 8 year-old boy to draw a personal vehicle for Robocop to pick up his Robokids from Roboschool in his off hours, maybe grab some Robotussin from a local drug store in... they built it in real life with (circa 1997) Playstation 1 graphics.
Sorry, I'm not a fan of Phony Stark.
I think arguing about taste is pointless. We like what we like and don't like what we don't like, and we may not be able to explain why.
People get mad at me when they find out that I never really liked the Seinfeld show much. I saw a group of narcissistic sociopaths wreaking havoc on those around them. It had funny moments, but those insufferable characters were the epitome of selfishness and blowing little things out of proportion. It was just not my cup of tea.
My front door is metal-plated, so I can decorate it with magnets.
Unfortunately, bored neighborhood kids are doing that ding-dong-ditch nonsense (punching doors) and I don't need my #3Dprinted decorations messed up by them.
This day and age, almost everyone has a camera. I have two & they are clearly visible. I got them on video last weekend, sneaking up to my new neighbor's apartment, punching their door and running off. I even saw what apartments they went into.
A friend was showing me the ropes and I wanted to recreate one of my sleeping pill dreams.
I was standing in a corn field and suddenly people that looked like mannequins started running, and so I started running, too. I saw a terminator-like robotic unicorn with a running drill for a horn. It knocked down one of the people and drilled into their back. It was sucking their blood into a glass canister inside the unicorn's chest, the damn thing used blood as fuel.