your pal livali

@livali.bonyfish.net

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(rhymes with "evilly") noted bog entity. I draw pictures sometimes. I like film photography and open source software and arts n' crafts and catboys. 🌉 bridged from ⁂ https://feed.bonyfish.net/@livali, follow @ap.brid.gy to interact

Screenshot of a Genius Lyrics annotation, reading: "On the surface, this seems like another earnest, innocent expression of Dr. Worm’s interests, though I’d propose that it additionally raises questions about Dr. Worm’s abilities. Given that we know he is an “actual worm,” how exactly does he play the drums? Does he wear some sort of apparatus that would allow him to manipulate the sticks? Is telekinesis at play? This line deepens the mythos and mystique surrounding Dr. Worm as a speaker and phenomenon." Response by user SilentExplosive (Marked as a stretch): "Who are you to say who can or can’t play the drums? Personally, I am a worm and I play the drums."
Screenshot of a Genius Lyrics annotation, reading: "when he is not playing the drum, dr worm is aerating the soil and participating in the decomposing stage of the energy cycle". For some reason, the annotation is unreviewed.
Screenshot of a Genius Lyrics annotation, reading: "This line adds depth to Doctor Worm’s character and raises some interesting questions about his identity. Is Doctor his first name? Is his medical practice a ruse? Regardless, he is certainly a bona fide worm, capable of either lying about his certifications or understanding the difference between a 'real' doctor and someone who is not."
Screenshot of an annotation from Genius Lyrics, reading: "Right off the bat, Dr. Worm leads with his ethos. Before introducing himself formally, Dr. Worm wants us to know that he is called Dr. Worm by others, that he’s credible, an established member of at least some social circles in which he is known primarily as 'Doctor Worm.' Of course, this is later complicated by the lyric immediately after the guitar solo: 'Someday, somebody else besides me / Will call me by my stage name,' suggesting rather tragically that not even his friend Rabbi Vole refers to him by his stage name."
A dark and moody black-and-white photograph of a mushroom with a wide, flat cap that looms a bit like a pancake. The depth of field is very narrow and the image has an almost foggy appearance. Looks a bit like something recovered from a shipwreck.
Sickos yes meme but I've crudely drawn cat ears and a tail on him
Photo of a white and black cat laying on his side on the corner of a rug and looking towards the viewer. The whole cat is in-frame, with a fair amount of space around him in all directions.
A digital painting of a reverse mermaid (fish upper half with human legs) sitting on a rocky shoreline with one leg dangling into the water. The sky behind is turbulent. A vivid red banner wraps around the mermaids hips and blows in the wind, mirroring the rocks.
A digital painting of a sweet-faced young man with auburn hair, looking wistful and troubled. He's surrounded by giant-sized white catchfly and scabiosa flowers. Above and behind him are black poplar flowers, with petals blowing off in the wind.
Photo of me, a dark-haired guy with stubble and tattoos, grinning and standing in front of a dip in an old stone wall, resting my arm on one side. I'm wearing a shirt with fish on it (a souvenir!) and have a film camera hanging from a strap over my shoulder. Behind me is a distant view of a mountain and clouds, and a bit of the city of Salerno from above.
Drawing of a slim, pale person with chin-length red hair partly pulled back in a ponytail. Their clothing is black and gray, and they look wistfully and sullenly off to the right. Their left hand is clutching a dagger. They are depicted surrounded by eight-petaled red-orange Adonis annua flowers, which have leaves that look like grasping branches. One flower petal is falling from below them like a drop of blood.
A film photo of a dirt pathway flanked by tall bushes with many-petaled yellow flowers. Little dapples of orange morning sunlight are visible beyond them.
A dirt pathway through the woods, flanked by tall bushes with many-petaled yellow flowers.
Discord screenshot showing a message containing a link to the Wikipedia "List of porridges" with the caption, "People just aren’t talking about this"
Slightly scribbly, meticulously labeled diagram of my absolutely barbarian initial camera scanning setup. A digital camera is mounted on a tripod, pointing down. Attached to the camera is a stack consisting of a K-to-E-mount adapter, a vintage macro converter, and a nice vintage Pentax lens. This apparatus is pointed at a Pixel 6 phone, on which sit 2 spools of sewing thread, on which are balanced a strip of film, which is flattened by sandwiching each end between two taped-together popsicle sticks. The phone is open to whitescreen.online at maximum brightness.
Close-up of some sort of rusted wheel. The edges are a little fuzzy and there is a general lack of detail.
A 6-panel autobio comic featuring myself, a kind of scruffy tattooed guy in a black tank top and shorts. We begin in a black car in the shade of a single tree. Close-up of a phone open to a gig delivery app showing no orders. (This one-horse town is deserted.) Our hero (me) leans back in the driver's seat, exhausted, hands over face. Suddenly: a notification! Our hero examines the phone, only to find that it is not a new order. Instead, the whole screen of the phone is lit up with the words, "DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?"
Thick-lined ink drawing of a silver tabby catfolk looking stiff and nervous in Indian-style formal dress. He's holding a mug of chai in his right hand and has an ornamental dagger on his belt and a bow slung across his back.
Photograph of some plants inside a greenhouse. The window panes are fogged over and the plants are close and dense towards the bottom of the frame, with tapered heart-shaped leaves. The colors are muted and the contrast is high.
Screenshot of the spam folder from my email app. The entire screen is filled with emails from dating apps I didn't sign up for. From the timestamps, there are 2 or 3 per day.
Welcome to EliteSingles, Egan — Let’s find someone on your level
A digital painting of a gaunt-but-handsome blond man surrounded by oleanders, rhododendrons, and mulberry branches. He has very blue eyes and is looking at the viewer with an intent and unsettling gaze. There is a little spatter of dark mulberry juice on his cheek from the branches above. Behind him is a turbulent sky, shading from light to dark blue.
Photo taken looking down the side of a long corrugated metal building with huge segmented windows. All the windows are broken, and only a few still have shards of glass hanging onto the frames. Plants grow up the side of the building and through the cracks in the concrete surrounding it. There's a big pile of limestone to the side of it. All this is lit along the edges by sunset light through a stand of trees to the left. A scattering of small clouds crosses the sky above.
Sketch of me, a pale, tattooed guy with stubble and a big puff of dark curly hair, in my linen outfit, which consists of a low-cut, open-collared sleeveless shirt and burnt orange wide-legged wrap pants.
A drawing of a USPS dropoff box. It has a stout blue body with a rounded top, and a triangular yellow dropoff chute protruding from the top front. There is an arrow pointing to the dropoff chute, labeled with the word "beak".
Line drawing of me, a kind of scruffy dark-haired guy in a leather jacket and face mask, leaning back in an office chair. I'm staring fixedly into the middle distance and looking sort of haggard, with my fingers steepled in front of me. To the side of me is a thought bubble containing only the word "catboys".
Drawing of a pale, dark-haired girl with pointy ears staring wistfully (and a little nervously) to the left. She has a long dark dress and a silver harp. She is depicted with a large fall of forget-me-nots behind her.
Digital pencil in ink sketch of a short-haired catboy grinning with a little fang out. He's got black face paint on that looks like an X across his face.
Holly: It really didn’t want me to label it. Here it is making its escape (photo of the robot vacuum, bearing a label that says "I disseminate obscenity", trundling underneath the chaise lounge) (the text has been reacted to with a cry-laughing emoji) Holly: “Nooooo I don’t distribute pornography or defame martyrs let me go!!!”
Holly: You gotta jailbreak your vacuum babe Holly: Disliked an image Me: Nik won't let me on account of they want it to "continue functioning" and things of that nature Me: Goodbye to my plans of using the Roborock app to host my series of baroque paintings of St. Bartholomew jacking off while wrapped in a burning american flag Me: It's baffling to me bc it's not a content platform it literally just controls the vacuum Holly: It is your patriotic duty to find a way to violate the constitution with this robot (I react with the cry-laughing emoji) Me: (salute emoji)
While using the App, you agree to strictly comply with the following obligations: 6.1.1 You shall not create, upload, copy, transmit, or disseminate any illegal content within the App, including but not limited to: (1)content that violates the fundamental principles established by the Constitution; (2)content that endangers national security, divulges state secrets, subverts state power, and undermines national unity; (3)content that damages national honor and interests; (4)content that distorts, defames, desecrates, or denies the deeds and spirit of heroes and martyrs, or harms their names, portraits, reputation, or honor through insults, defamation, or other such means; (5)content that promotes terrorism or extremism or incites the commission of terrorist or extremist activities; (6)content that incites national hatred and ethnic discrimination and destroys ethnic unity; (7)content that undermines national religious policies and promotes cults and feudal superstitions; (8)content that spreads rumors, disrupts the economic and social order, and undermines social stability; (9)content that disseminates obscenity, pornography, gambling, violence, murder, or terror, or incites criminal acts; (10)content that insults or slanders others and infringes upon their legitimate rights and interests, such as their reputation and privacy rights, and
Photo of a robot vacuum with a label on it that reads "I disseminate obscenity". You can also see me reflected in the surface of the robot vacuum taking the picture on my phone.
A false-color infrared photograph of a flooded forest swamp. The foliage, instead of being green, is a bright peach pink that in spots seems to produce its own light. There is a path through the trees, but it is entirely underwater. The trees overhead are reflected in the water of the flooded path.
Photo of my legs and booted feet standing in a few inches of swamp water, with the trees above reflected in the water. Next to my boots is a single perfect blue ripple on the water's surface.
Digital ink drawing of an anthropomorphic/humanoid cat wearing a tattered cloak, light armor with thigh guards, and fingerless gloves. He has tabby markings, including unusual ones on his face which resemble the letter X. His tail is very fluffy. He's doing a sort of contrapposto half-step to indicate that he is restless and lively.
Text conversation. Sender says, "When people give Au Ra (the horned humanoids in ffxiv) hemipenes they usually draw them with both out at once but snakes at least only use one at a time. Much to think about." Recipient says, "Good morning to you too"