TheTinkerThinker

Oh man, I remember when I used to do loads of these on a frequent basis. Tagged by !ninjaninaIII (https://www.deviantart.com/ninjaninaiii) Rules 1) You must post these rules. 2) Each person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal. 3) Answer the questions the tagger set for you, and create ten new questions for the people you tag to answer. 4) You have to choose 10 people to tag, and post their icons on your journal. 5) Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him. 6) No tag backs. 10 things about me. (A.k.a. What topics to avoid if you don't want to be held for the next X hours) 1) With few exceptions, I love canine things (dogs, wolves, werewo

Last Saturday, I had the fortune of having deviantMeet come to London of all places, and just 5 minutes from my college :D It was fantastic getting to meet and see other like-minded folks (or at least witness the antics of the more vocal ones, wonder if I'll ever learn the identity of the girl with the chipmunk voice). The weather was lovely, and I spent most of the time with chatting with pippy-lunalove (https://www.deviantart.com/pippy-lunalove), her friend NickyDeLys (https://www.deviantart.com/nickydelys), robot-art97 (https://www.deviantart.com/robot-art97), IndyMan33 (https://www.deviantart.com/indyman33), 97juju97 (https://www.deviantart.com/97juju97) and Yodon (https://www.deviantart.com/yodon) who are all great artists in their own right. It was a little weird going back to traditional art again after so long, but I think it turned ou

Handed in my thesis today. Booyah! As I waited in the student room with my other classmates while the final document was being bound, I had a strange sense of nostalgia, hailing back to the first and second years where we'd be up at ungodly hours staring at rocks samples (trying to determine if it was actually a rock sample or someone's left behind clumps of stuff, in some cases). Four years of college seem to have passed incredibly fast, on hindsight. It's almost as thought those all-nighters, exams and harrowing projects never existed, leaving just a vague warm fuzzy feeling of getting ready to move on. Come October, I guess I'll be weari