Water consumption has increased significantly, just like electricity, utility bills have increased.
Neighbors are going crazy) This artificial Christmas tree as a symbol of insulating creativity and in some places madness)
The initial enthusiasm for cooking has already dried up, followed by a decline in variety in food. Nevertheless, the salad of tomatoes and cucumbers is still going with a bang)
Today I studied a puddle, walked around three times, but did not find a drain hole)
In my bathroom I saw the modern world - with and without a mask.
Went outside to watch the rain.
The microwave began to make strange sounds after being used for almost an hour to warm up children's plasticine.
Since that day, the lockdown in Berlin has ended, so only Potapov Vladimir will continue to work
Some asshole got into the habit of leaving garbage in a corner behind the house ((
Today we checked with the children the fact that dandelions open at 6 am and close at 3 pm. We overslept the opening, and the closing was completed by 15:13.
Today we studied the effect of a Coca-Cola bottle on the taste of Soviet Tarragon lemonade. It turned out that the taste is the same, but there are more impressions.
I am inspired by the surrealism of the neighboring yard - this is the subconscious of our area)
Household appliances and strange compositions that give rise to them.
In the suburbs, a beautiful thaw)
Once again, he walked through all the floors of his entrance. Threw out 6 neighbor's ashtrays.
I always try to look friendly
I write and I play, I write and I play, I write.
I found evidence in the apartment - a children's gun. The crime (scattering toys and not picking them up after themselves) is solved!
It's the skyscraper of the future in the shape of an inside-out bag of chips, why not?
Today the nature of heroism was discussed with the children.
When I write, I always listen to lectures, interviews, audiobooks. It is surprising that when I consider the finished element of the work, those authors and topics / plots that I was listening to at the time of their writing appear in my head. So, from left to right:
Bottle 1 - Default 1998
Bottle 2 - Jordan Peterson "Reality and the Sacred"
Bottle 3.4 - Ekaterina Shulman "Grammar of populism"
Bottle 5, glasses - "Stab in the back Brezhnev against Khrushchev"
Today we turned off the light (
Boats were launched today.
Looking for inspiration by any means.
The new generation is trying on its strength)
Someone threw away old things, now these are our found art objects)
All day long I was thinking about the Wanderers and what to screw into them so that today they would appear as breakthrough guys)
Tired of the rain! Let's challenge the sun!
Another asshole leaves his garbage behind the house (
We have no changes - it rained, the graffiti was painted over.
I dyed the quail eggs into cherry tomatoes.
My guys are preparing a new project.
Today we have studied initiation procedures in different cultures.
We study the simplest figures - the cross and its first appearance in ancient cultures.
Got out for the first time in the city center, the old estates look amazing!
We learned that from June 23, all quarantine restrictions are completely removed. Thought.
My 9-year-old sons have started a new project called "Symmetry" that conceives of them as twin brothers. The twins are always together and for the rest they appear as an inseparable whole. About this whole, independent parts and their interaction is their project. The guys write one subject, but each writes his own part of the picture so as not to see the part of his brother (the written part is hidden). Then both parts open. Here are the first two works.
Today 27 seconds worked as a food delivery courier.
There is always a threat hidden in the architecture of garage cooperatives, their appearance is always warlike and aggressive.
I'm thinking about voting on amendments to the Russian constitution.
We still have Jean-Claude and Christo in our yard.
This is a digital chair, my gift to Joseph Kossuth)
In Moscow, hairdressers and barbershops were allowed to work, but even before that we were not badly managed.
I smeared the bottle cap with paint in the color of the cap itself. Left it on the table. The joke worked.)
We decided to edit some letters of the alphabet.
Flowers and a car - ready for post-quarantine)
Only 3 days left until all restrictions are lifted. getting ready)
The neighbor who has lived in the village for the last 3 months has returned. He works as a cook. On June 23, restaurants and cafes begin to work. Looking forward to this as the second coming.
Back to the 3D pen. We decided to make a scythe and paint the blade in the colors of the rainbow.