My Mum is a fantastic cook. When I'd ask what was for dinner she'd say "I dunno" as she tossed spices and vegetables into a frying pan. No matter what she'd come up with the dish was 97% a delicious result. However that tactic doesn't work with baking.
As a new still-life model, I still can't understand how some people keep an inventory of their poses. Maybe they're just super good at memorizing movements, wing it as they go, or have a general sitting pose that they alternate slightly each time they do it.
So it turns out being an intergalactic space ninja is a lonely gig. But one day you're running missions with other tennos and you catch sight of a four-legged fluffy boi trotting along side them.
If you've ever heard the song "The Sticks" by MotherMother, you will know that it's bizarre, gritty and makes you want to run away from the usual 9-5 life (as most of their music does).
