Its not soviet russian made, its Czechoslovak animation by Václav Mergl..And its adaptation of a story by soviet Ukrainian physicist, cyberneticist and writer Anatoly Dneprov..
Here’s a closer look at my sewing machine (she shows up a lot in the background of photos and people seem to like her!).
Yes, she’s a Toyota Oekaki! She has a free-stitching mode that’s her selling point that I never use. I’ll be honest I bought her because she is lime green. I have no regrets she’s a workhorse and my first computerised machine and I love her.
Did you know that Toyota make sewing machines? Now you do!
Toyota actually started as an automatic loom manufacturer in 1924 and only started making cars in 1933. They were in textiles before they were in cars! They made their first sewing machines in 1946 to produce things like seats for their car production. Their car business wasn’t going well at that point so they started selling them for home use.
self proclaimed schizoposter nervously typing ‘911’ into their phone and hovering their thumb above the 'call’ key as they hawkishly watch a disheveled guy at a bus stop make repetitive movements and ramble to himself
You know what lemme just come back to this post because I (physically disabled, joint pain, cane user) was on a full train last night with the biggest heaviest backpack you could imagine bcs I’ve just become homeless and I was on my way to a friends house. I tried to ask people for a seat and got flat out ignored. Nobody would even look at me. It got to a point where I was literally shaking crying sobbing dry heaving resorting to begging “I’m really sorry everyone but can someone please give me their seat I have joint problems I’m in a lot of pain”, speaking to people directly “excuse me but you’re in priority seating and I’m disabled and I really need to sit down” and the only person in the whole train who would even LOOK at me while I was wheezing and clutching my stomach and sweating about to pass out in some of the most rancid pain I’ve ever felt in my life. was an old disheveled guy with a tic who was mumbling to himself. and he quietly tried to console me and convinced me to just sit on someone’s suitcase. I hope all the unnatural hair coloured pierced 20 somethings on that train that night ESPECIALLY never know peace for the rest of their fucking lives
You seriously can’t call yourself a leftist or a progressive or whatever if you can’t treat other people like actual human beings. I’ve had disheveled people who a lot of ppl would assume are homeless, be quicker to offer me a place to sit on a train than 20 somethings with unnatural hair color and “Be Gay do Crime” pins and stickers do that (esp when I injured my ankle coming back from work nobody except a mumbling elderly lady offered me their seat). They’re also not the ones who threaten to call cops on me when I’m taking foodstuffs from grocery stores! You can post about anarchy and being progressive and unhinged all you want but the fact that you would treat people who are physically disabled and in poverty this way makes you just as an awful person as anybody else
I see Hollywood is now very into the idea of buying something once and then owning it forever and being able to make infinite copies. Which. Isn’t quite the message they imparted upon me in my childhood. In the spirit of their own long-held stance:
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