Vitality becomes youth.
Weariness becomes age.
Sleep becomes death.

     Been doing a lot of work with pocket projectors lately.  One problem I've run into with them is the throw length.  It's no fun having something portable if you still need a lot of space to do any projecting.  So I did some experimenting with mirrors to see if I can "simulate" the extra distance for the projector without actually using much space.


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Thinking you subconsciously act against your will is just a conscious act of denial.

Aurora Theory by Blackhole12

Crystalline Landscape by Blackhole12

As children, we pondered the meaning of words, but as adults, we can only think in terms of them.

Never become a shadow of your former self.

Nothing, nothing... just letting some ideas rot in the back of my mind.

Just when you think you've reached your goal, you move right pass it and realize there was never an end in the first place.

Downloading emails from the Yahoo Mail...

     I just spent the last 2 hours looking for how to download emails off of Yahoo.  It is normally under Mail Options, but after they "upgraded" the interface, a lot of features went missing.
     To archive your messages, you basically have to find your way back to the old Yahoo Mail Options page.  Yahoo's Help site would tell you the feature no longer exists but it's still there, just buried.
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As kids in school, we spend our days in the winter cold,
but as summer approaches, we just feel old.

You will always be busy, but you choose what you will be busy with.

The greatest language is intuition.
The greatest barrier is language.

Since when was being busy an excuse to be unreliable?

We die when our cells stop believing we exist.

You say you want to make a change in the world.  What will you do once you attain it? What's preventing you from doing that already?

If you know what ought to be done, then do it.  Don't cite an excuse for your action.

Who are you if you take on a different persona at every hour? Would anyone truly ever know you? Would you even know yourself?

Sometimes we understand too much, but we don't know enough to express it.

All of Our Memories by ShikiGamiLD