Kraftwerk would’ve loved this guy. Not only did Stephen here build his own synthesizer, he also built it out of regular kitchen stuff. He’s out-krafted the werk!
Now I only wanna listen to kitchen music. I’ve made up my mind. Don’t show me a song unless it was made in a kitchen. No other room in the house will cut it for me. I treat music like food now. You wouldn’t eat food that was cooked in the bathroom, would you?
I love donuts. Donuts are my favorite food. They are so delicious and sweet. I buy a box of donuts every day and have them at every meal. I talk to people about donuts. I watch this video about making donuts. I like looking at donuts. I even talk to donuts. I softly whisper into the box, “I love you donuts.” Donuts are love, donuts are life.
Bought myself a smart coffee machine the other day. It’s absolutely brilliant. Not only does it make coffee, but it also browses the intertunnels on a built-in touchscreen. That way, I could browse Facebook while I’m waiting for my cappuccino. I could, but I don’t, because Facebook sucks worse than decaf coffee. The touchscreen also has a calculator, weather forecast app, and a clock for every timezone in the world. My smart coffee machine also doubles as a speaker system and media center. It even has a sub-woofer for when you really wanna party. Finally, the coffee machine even has its own social network called “Espress-Go” for people with the same machine. Right now, the hottest trend on Espress-Go is the “Hot Coffee in 5 Seconds Challenge.” I mean this gadget has it all!
Y’know, I was a bit of an artist myself. But I didn’t paint sunsets or pretty women or anything like that. Instead, I made state IDs. That was my little art project. I would come up with a fake name and made-up credentials which would wildly differ in each card. Then, for the photo, I would dress up and wear make-up to change my appearance. I’d basically come up with an imaginary person with each state ID I created. I would even pretend to be that imaginary person sometimes.
Later, I discovered that I was what they called a “con-artist”, and apparently it was illegal. Some people just don’t understand art, do they?