Rylan and the Face Melting Tunes

I bought Rylan Tenney's guitar for christmas and she loves it!

Previously she had been playing with the human sized guitars laying around my house, and I decided I needed a doll sized one.

 I bought it at the little pop up AG store in some mall near portland, making off with a heavy bag and a light wallet. In the bag was Logan's performance outfit, Z's camera set, and Tenney's guitar. It was the first time in a long time I had bought anything from AG. Logan's outfit was only $10, though, which was amazing.

This shoot was done with a black scarf, my dad's line 6 amp, and a couple plant lights. I was super proud of them, but they didn't do too well on Instagram. I think it's because I organized my feed and have 3 pictures in a row and post them all at once. Do any of you use Instagram and can offer me advice?

Rylan typing now. I want to help out with posts too. I wish I was playing something really face meltingly terrific but I've only had this guitar for a month. So I was doing my best to pluck out Immortality by Pearl Jam, which is terrific, but its just me, haltingly and by myself. Maybe I'll learn to sing too!

This is Gwen, back to talk about pictures some more. I really like the feel of these, the energy in them, but they might be a little dark or hard to look at for the average person scrolling on by. Aside from really wanting to show off the new guitar and have a lifelike shoot, I also went to the Museum of Popular Culture in Seattle with my aunt and uncle, where we saw Mick Rock's pictures of David Bowie. They were something else, I tell you. I hadn't listened to or seen David Bowie before, only heard the name. But the idea of a genderqueer alien from mars with a bunch of spider friends was right up my alley. I got home and listened to some Bowie, and didn't like it all that much, but that man's style and creativity was really fantastic.

Of course, none of this shoot is at all reminiscent of Ziggy Stardust, but the pictures on the wall did make me want to do something with darkness and color photographing a musician, even if the musician is an inanimate 18 inch vinyl girl.

I MADE A THING

Good day, friends! Recently I attempted sewing, and I must say it was a success. I have said previously that I don't know how to use a sewing machine, but my grandma got me one for Christmas and I have figured out how to use it fairly well. 

I made a few shirts a couple months ago, and then this Twenty One Pilots shirt yesterday night, and it turned out the best of all of them. 

I hemmed the sleeves and neck and bottom and everything, something I usually avoid doing. That went okay, except for some stitches got too close together.

And I used VELCRO! I used to just tape the backs shut because I was too lazy to go find the velcro.

If I get good at this, I'd make an etsy shop. You know, the hypothetical one I mentioned a few months ago- My dolls need a store like Hot Topic or something. I've never been into a hot topic, but I hear it's like fandom gear and band shirts.

But on top of that, we also need punk clothes and hipster clothes and clothes that don't conform to either "girl" styles or "boy" styles and, I don't know, dinosaur costumes. Everything not normal.
But I don't know how to sew.This should be easier to achieve now that I am learning to sew.

Here, have some pretty pictures of flowers I pressed:

I have acquired another plush dragon! Problem is, I'm not sure on the names. I tried food names, but they don't seem to work. I was trying to think up fancy names, but I'm not a fancy person. Perhaps inanimate objects? Compact Disc! Toothbrush Bristle! Hand Sanitizer! No. No. This is silly. Perhaps math terms. Parabola. Sinusoid. Asymptote. Cosecant. Yeah, those work a little better.

Anyway, this is the new guy. He doesn't have wings or an extra head. His name is Asymptote. In a tangent or cotangent graph (and a few other things that I forgot), the line can go up (or down) FOREVER! IT JUST WONT STOP! It could go in the Y (Or X, but i'm mostly concerned with Y right now) direction for infinity. But it will never make it past a certain line. That line is the asymptote.

Think about it this way: Walk halfway to your front door. And then half of that. And half of that. And half of that. And half of that. And half of that. You're getting closer and closer to the door but you'll never make it, no matter how long you keep going halfway there. The door is the asymptote.

HERE I'LL SHOW YOU ON DESMOS:

Here's a tangent. y=tan (1.5 x)

Look how after the curve it goes almost straight up, but never touches the line x=1.

What if we scrolled up a bit farther? What if we zoomed in?

It looks like it touches in the first picture, but that's just cause the line is too thick. The second picture is zoomed in and you can see it still doesn't touch x=1

That aside, the other dragon, the one with wings and two heads, is now named sinusoid an parabola.

Parabola. y=x^2

Sinusoid. y=sin (x)

Go here, to Desmos to play with graphs.

When the sun sets, it turns the tops of the trees orange. It looks like they're on fire!

"Brendon Urie is my Man Crush Monday," says Donald.

Im getting better at speaking to people, I think.
For English I had to memorize a poem and present it in front of the class.
So I memorized The Jabberwocky over Christmas break, and loved it, prancing around the house reciting it, trying to find the best way to say it so it wasn't monotone or boring. I acted it out a little bit too. The interesting thing was, I was excited about reciting The Jabberwocky in front of everyone. (I'm sure most of you already know how much I loathe talking to people, so you know why this is a strange occurrence.)

how many employees have fallen to the corn syrups's sticky regime?

preview:
 I illegally acquired a sprig of rosemary from the bush next to me, and made plans to speak to the ghosts in the study. (More on that later.) from there we walked to a fancy grocery store that does not like corn syrup. I think there might be epic battles being waged under the streets between the employees of the grocery store and corn syrup. how many employees have fallen to the corn syrups's sticky regime?
I feel like it is important to mention that I had string lights tied around my hat for the whole walk.

A dramatic entrance for standard Gwen content. Enjoy

*strides into stage, cape billowing*
*boots clomp to halt in front of microphone. Cape swishes*
H E L L O,  P E O P L E  R E A D I  N G  T H I S
I HAVE RETURNED FROM WAR!
What war?
THE WAR THAT IS SCHOOL.
Oh. You're a tad over dramatic aren't you, Gwen?
NO. HOW DARE YOU. I AM THE GOAT OVERLORD OF THE UNIVERSE. DO NOT QUESTION ME OR I SHALL SMITE YOU.

Tacos and Totoro

In a recent conversation with Donald The Local Fanboy, he mentioned that Twenty-One Pilots was having a concert and he couldn't go. "I'll be crying myself to sleep tonight, Gwen." He told me. "Not that that's unusual. But this time it's out of self pity instead of self loathing."
I made the usual noncommittal noise of acknowledgement with an ambiguous head waggle in response to this, but I did wonder about the self loathing.
I am sure that I am not the only one who lays awake at night remembering every rude, out of context, weird, insensitive, overly sensitive, misinterpretable remark or lack of remarks I had made that day. And the day before that. And the thing I said five years ago. And the things I can't quite do, the things I'm scared to do, the things I wish I could have done better, the awkward situations I wish had never happened. And future things that might happen and how doing things now can affect future things. And not doing things. These all seem like mild insecurities in the daylight, but at night when you cant fall asleep, they're all your fault and you're a horrible person and every person you've ever dealt with probably hates you.
Doing things.
Speaking to people.
ugh.

Here's a taco to make us feel better.
If that didn't work, here's some Totoro:

If that didn't make you feel better, I don't know what to tell you.


After reading Night Vale Horoscopes, I decide I had better make my own. SO I went outside tonight and spoke with the stars. Here is what they say about you.

Aries: please ignore the fact that your dog is licking the floor. It's none of your business what happens between your dog and the floor.

Taurus: You mess with the bull, you get the horns. Today would be a good day to invest in bull repellent.

Gemini: You know what they say. You know what we think. When did you learn to read lips? Even more frightening, when did you gain the ability to read minds?

Cancer: You like listening to My Chemical Romance. Never heard of them? Don't like them? too bad. You love MCR.

Leo: Today is a good day to eat animal crackers and watch The Lion King. Avoid Finding Nemo.

Virgo: Gravity hates you. The law of conservation of matter hates you. We wouldn't recommend studying physics.

Libra: Watch Finding Nemo. Show it to Leo. Enjoy the effects.

Scorpio: nanananananananananananananananananananana nanannananananananananananananananananananananananana batman.

Sagittarius: You need new shoes.

Capricorn: Tell your Internet friends you love them. Pack your bags for a permanent stay in Reality. Health insurance is not included.

Aquarius: You will find the meaning of life inside the esophagus of the next person you accidentally kill. You will cry. You will tell no one of the knowledge you have gained. You will stare at the sky in agony. You will wait for the end to come. It doesn't.

Pisces: Cuss like a sailor. Swear like a rock star. Curse like an eccentric Latin professor calling down the Ancient Ones.

Goat Overlord Of The Universe: the full story

In earlier posts and in the comment boxes of at least three different people, I have mentioned that I am the Goat Overlord Of The Universe. You are no doubt wanting to know why this is. FEAR NOT! Your thirst for knowledge will be quenched. {quenched is a good word. Like splinched and wombat and guacamole}

HAPPY HOOLLIDAAAAYS

My school has a Christmas tree. It's REAL! It smells like Christmas in the lunchroom.

hello, people who experience time!
I'm in an unreasonably good mood today, compared to the unreasonably bad mood I was in last week.
I'm taking advantage of this happy mood to make a happy post about HOLIDAYS!
Normally, in my cynical, negative mind, I avoid things like Christmas music and holiday cheer....UNTIL DECEMBER! And now December has arrived, so the Christmasing may commence.
Anyhow, I thought I could explain to you my various thanksgivings with my various relatives.
In the thanksgiving with my mom's side of the family, Barrett (younger cousin) and I formed a cult. That is what we do for fun. Initiation to our cult involves saying the silliest thing you can think of with a completely straight face. The first person to laugh gets pepper sprinkled on their head. We are unsure of why this is.

I've got to tell you something: I have no belly button.

That was a lie. Forgive me- I do have a belly button. It's an innie.

I was sitting in math today when my brain decided it would be a good idea to be really anxious. You know, you're sitting there doing nothing of consequence when all of a sudden you brain says "hey, don't you have something to be nervous about? Time to nervous! Wheee!" And you're stuck with butterflies and a tight throat for a minute or so till brain says "oh. Never mind." Anyway, that little nervous spell reminded me (for no reason I can think of) of several years ago, in 6th grade, when my grandpa was in the hospital with lukemia (blood cancer). And we would go and visit him as often as possible, several times a week. I thought about that time, perhaps concernedly, because as an 11 year old, Grandpa dying wasn't even a possibility. I had absolutely no worries about that. At school I thought about telling my friends, simply because that was a thing that people got upset about and telling people the big things happening in your life was a normal thing to do? But I didn't, because it wasn't a problem for me.