we got to take a tour of the inside of a tow truck (because our rental car broke down on the highway)

friends

quaid…start the reactor…

upgrading myself from “je ne parle pas français” to “je ne parle pas beaucoup français” 🕶️

norrin and I went to the american natural history museum for our first date, which was also the first time we met in person. by coincidence, exactly 15 years later, we are at the royal belgian institute of natural sciences. I love to look at dead things with my best friend 💖

I finished all the books I brought with me on this trip and now I am struggling to find a bookstore with books in english

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today I learned there are wild parakeets in brussels, because one just flew past our hotel window

God’s Favorite Ventriloquist

I thought I was anti-car before but amsterdam has utterly radicalized me. the wretched and lowly automobile deserves to be at the bottom of all social and right-of-way hierarchies

okay norrin and I disagree on this: if you hypothetically spent the first 23 years of your life living in new york and then the following 10 years in wisconsin, where do you say you’re from when someone elsewhere in the world asks?

you’re not going to believe this but I’ve spent the last five days walking around and being a human instead of being trapped behind a desk for 8+ hours at a time and my busted shoulder feels AMAZING

can you imagine trying to paint an explosion in the seventeenth century. every time I draw an explosion I need to look up a bunch of reference photos; if barend wijnveld wanted a reference he had to blow up a boat

coot