“tell me what these squigglie lines mean! transcribe these runes!” “which of these pictures has a bus” every day on the internet i am forced to interact with captchas and im SICK of it
Cranky cause you’re a robot huh?
one day you’ll decompose and ill be there to watch it happen
T Count: 21
Letter Count: 219
Your T Percentage: 9.59%
Average T Percentage: 10.25%
You used the letter T 0.94 times as much as average.
peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
dont do this
I really hope its not too bad bc i actually love both components.
it forms a dry skin at the top made of the sour pellets. not a great start.
tastes really good actually. i also feel like i am about to explode.
do not do this.
Unanimous consensus: Do not do this
Other people: Hold on I’m about to do this
Rip to y'all, but I’m built different. Trying this tonight
Best I can do with what I have (I’m at work rn)
Oh that is a… fascinating smell
Don’t do this
I DID IT
it seemed harmless enough, taking sour gummies, mixing them in a bowl full of energy drink. i figured i didnt want to invest too much in a bad idea, so i just chose some $1 packs of gummies and a 99 cent energy drink. seemed harmless enough. when i looked at other pictures of battery acid, it was always white, and bubbled up. i began to grow mildly concerned, as the white bubbles created by my acid was only miniscule, and didnt have as much puncture. maybe it was the lack of a sour content? maybe a lack of sugar? the reason was beyond me, i was just mildly dissapointed. that had been the first step. make the food. the second step? actually eating it. this was where the fun i guess sort of began, hearing people on the internet go “Im gonna do this” rapidly followed by “DONT DO THIS” without any significant, clear cut explanation? for dumbasses like me its a challenge. now i have to do it. i spun my cereal around, getting a nice dissolve going in my bowl, ensuring a clean scoop as i unhinged my jaw and pulled a string into my mouth. an overwhelmingly delicious flavor hit me, sweetness filling my tongue as my face shifted from enojyment to horror as an unescapable, painful sensastion of pure sour quickly replaced the sweetness as it filled my tongue, cheeks, and mind. it had multiple layers of damage, dehydration, pyschic. etc. i forced myself to continue chewing, realizing that the spaghetti sour gummies were now thick and tough, the chewiness now making the pain in my mouth last significantly longer. my fave immedaitely scrunched up.
making this face in agony as i fought the pure pain away. i continuted. i felt like that scene with the sour fruit from chowder. my body was going to cave into itself from the pure sourness. i felt like my cheeks and lips were hit with a full botox all at once. as i swallowed, my throat hit my stomach. I could finally relax. Within minutes, the sore, raw feeling hit the inside of my mouth as my face felt stiff, my stomach churning with uncertainty. and this was only the first bite. I have fair reason to believe that it is a mixed experience. the gummies being the most unimaginably sour thing you could think of, combined with the now overly sweet taste of the energy drink, combined into a sad cereal-like conglomerate. i persisted, consuming the bowl in mixed of pain and pleasure, like a sick masochistic tango between the black and white uncertainties of the world. each chew was agonizing, the dehydration hitting the inside of my mouth as the increasing realization that water was leaving my body bite by bite. i curse myself, knowing that Krash would kill me if they saw what i was doing. my stomach churned as a bump hit my intestines, and i realized something. I just ate a bowl of pure sugar. and I’m diabetic. Im probably going to clock out, if the concoction doesnt hit my intestines in such a way that hospitalizes me at that point. maybe i was not the ideal test subject because my health is shit. specifically my digestive health. i will need someone to test on later that does not suffer what i do. i persisted, my breath now faint with tuna from the sushi and ramen i had earlier today. my intestines began to churn again. my body does not like this. truth be told, the drinking was immaculate. the sour gummies were the monstrosity, similar to frankenstein and adam, a best of unfathomable persistence, and a creature that did not ask to be born, only to be love. both sensations are overwhelming. This is definitely going to fuck me up. as i lay here dying typing, I stir the last of my bowl, and i chug it. my mouth now numb from seemingly irreversible damage, i no longer taste the sour and sweet. my stomach continues to churn. i believe my toilet may have some words to say about my life choices shortly. as well as my endocrinologist. im taking my final stir. my final chug, as i see the pieces break apart at the slighted touch of my fork.
the barbenheimer experience i had was so funny i saw oppenheimer first and in a quiet scene we could literally hear ken singing in the theater next to us and then during barbie it when was quiet we could hear a fucking explosion coming from the oppenheimer screening
here you go. here you fucking go. here are the fruits of my labors. wally sitting in a fucking chair. do you know how fucking long it took me to get wally to sit in that fucking chair at that fucking desk? do you know how god damn long it took me to make this picture, of wally sitting in a fucking chair? it took me over 8 hours over the course of two fucking days to sit wally in that fucking chair. i never want to talk about this again. i hate this program. i hate all programs that i had to use to make this picture. do you know how many fucking programs it took to make this picture? over 10. 10 fucking programs to make this fucking picture of wally sitting at a fucking desk. i hate all of them. every single fucking one of them contributed to these two days of mindless misery. i regret every second i spent trying to make anything with this program. there are three models in that picture and i made none of them and it still took two fucking days to get this shit to work together so i could make wally sit in a fucking chair. art is fake and dead i hate art every single pencil will burn in the fiery pits of hell
you should tweak the pose to make it look more natural
aphobia is so funny to me. like. you’re mad just bc i refuse to have some bitches and just wanna do my thing?
Aphobes actually sound like idiots to me. You’re phobic of a lack of a thing? What logic do their brains run on for them to be able to come up with a brain fart so dumb it actually allows them to conclude they should be aphobic? It’s like you’re hating for the purpose of hating regardless of the subject of your hate or something.
Favorite color: Every color is beautiful but I’m a big fan of cyan and purple.
Currently reading: Too many things in Uni to name them all, I am too tired to read other things sadly :c My goal today is to finish a chapter of the DSM 5 (derogatory)
Last Series: Uhhh I think the Good Place.
Sweet, Savory or Spicy: Sweet I think. Depends on the day!
Currently working on: my OneShot askblogs (@silverpoints-terminal and @prophet-of-the-barrens) especially the first one since I have some important stuff coming up in there. I swear they’ve taken over my brain. I also wanna finish my Mandarin Chinese course and hopefully take HSK1 by the end of the year!!!!
Favourite Colour: purple, or some shade of dark blue. most colours are pretty great though
Currently Reading: i’ve not been reading as much as i usually do recently, though ive just started 1984 by George Orwell, so that might be interesting
Last Series: yknow, im not too sure. i rewatched Evangelion recently so i guess that counts
Sweet, Sour or Spicy: honestly it depends on how im feeling at that moment. probably would have to go with sweet generally
Currently Working On: i’ve got a video essay project about OMORI in the works right now, as that just seems to be taking up a weird amount of space mentally. other than that though, i have exams coming up end this year so i need to revise for those too
Just gonna tag a few people here, don’t feel pressured to reply :)
Translation is always tricky, but I remember this slightly different:
Figs were an imported delicacy at the time, and the donkey just managed to eat them (without being given any on purpose). Seeing a donkey eating several times their own value in figs, the philosopher looked to his servant who might have been standing there either in shock, despair, or both, and said something along the lines of “Oh don’t just stand there. Get him some (undiluted) wine to wash the figs down with”. With (undiluted) wine also being an expensive drink.
I feel like that context makes it funnier. Basically like standing in front of your burning mansion with a butler, meeting their eyes, and telling them that you still feel a little chilly and ask them if they could put on an extra log or two.
idk what’s funnier, the burning house situation, or being the butler as you watch your master laugh so hard at his own joke that he fully fucking dies.
Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.
I know there is a lot of discourse ™ around this right now but listen to me
sometimes you do just have to lie to children.
If, when my toddler is, you know, toddling around saying “mama? Big ball?”
If I were lean down and say “unfortunately the big beach ball for some reason fills you with such an unadulterated rage that is beyond human comprehension that you scream until you pass out, so mama had to remove the beach ball from the premises until you can better regulate your emotions” she would simply stare at me like I had 3 heads full of equal betrayal.
So, for now, instead “big ball went night night!”
Please understand when I say “removed the ball from the premises” I mean I popped it in a fit of exhausted confusion. I murdered the beach ball.
See I’ve lied to you all too and it was better this way.
you can’t just leave this in the tags etc.
You can’t be funnier then me on my own posts, I’m in tears from laughter
For those worried about the crew having to do a whole job just for one person, flight staff only get paid for time they’re in the air; if he’d cancelled, they wouldn’t have gotten paid for zip.
So in other words, he gave them an easy day where they can spend most of it on break, and also airplane staff should unionize.
Also the plane likely has to get to NC somehow so you might as well have fun with it
I got very loudly deadnamed and misgendered multiple times at the doctors office today. This new receptionist ignored the preferred name on my profile to deadname and misgender me loudly, louder than she talked about anyone else in the waiting room. My birth certificate says “F” nex to sex, my medical documentation reflects this, and I was still deadnamed and misgendered.
And the saving grace was a woman and her child. I wear cat-ears and the child too young to speak loved them, and kept pointing and looking at me. I’m assuming her mother kept saying “yeah, she’s wearing cat-ears”, “yeah, that woman has cute cat-ears”, and the like. Her child was enamoured with them, and that woman didn’t misgender me once. And each time my very obviously masculine deadname name came up, she looked upset at the receptionist, but not once did she give me a bad look.
It doesn’t have to be much. You don’t need to be a knight in shining armour, or in someones face. Simply a quiet refusal to play along with someone elses bullshit is enough. It was enough to turn a trying and tiring moment into something that put a smile on my face and joy back into my life. It wasn’t a lot but it mattered to me.
this moderna commercial just went “the pandemic may be over, but covid 19 isnt going anywhere. covid is still among the top 5 leading causes of death”… wow… its almost like the pandemic isnt over.
A professor gave us an extra credit option: take a picture of yourself outside, doing something that you would not usually do. We were told not to take it too seriously. Here is my entry:
I maintain that sticking my head in the mailbox is not something I do on a regular basis.
Love that some of you are reblogging this. You looked at a picture of a guy with his head in a mailbox and went “yeah”
Can’t wait to see if everyone did something like this or if they had a normal reaction. I will keep you posted.
[ID: a photo of a pale person wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with his head in a mailbox /END ID]
Hello to everyone asking for an update!
The professor has said that he will put all submitted pictures into a powerpoint to be shown in class tomorrow (Tuesday, March 9th). I am very much looking forward to seeing the reaction from him and from the rest of the class. I promise to keep you informed.
Update: the professor saved my picture for last. I was told that I had “truly embodied the spirit of the assignment” and that I had gone “above and beyond.”
Also, to everyone who is worrying about whether or not I got my head out, I was gifted with a very small head, and while I got out just fine I would NOT recommend this if you have a large head or even a normal sized head.
massive shout out to environmental storytelling and esoteric lore in video games. if I don’t look like this while playing a game then what is even the point
Red guy is usually the person who will turn to the camera and ask a question (ex: episode 4 of the web series he turns to the camera and asks “In this digital world, what can we do?” And then after not getting answered repeats “What can we do?” With annoyance in his voice, to which the teacher of the episode finally answers) In the end of same episode he walks in on a bootleg filming of episode 1, causing his head to explode most likely due to being forced to acknowledge he’s in a web series
In episode 6 he’s the one who finds, messes with, and pulls the plug to the control panel, in the process of trying to figure out the control panel he spawns in and despawns multiple different used and unused teachers, witnessing on the monitor as they torment Yellow Guy. However, he doesn’t seem to retain this information across the web series into the television series.
In the intro to episode 3 of the TV series (Family) Red screams “We live in an aCTUAL NIGHTMARE” implying he may be aware of their situation as television characters, however this could also just be due to the circumstances of the previous two episodes.
Squid Baron:
His entire joke is build around him becoming self-aware of his role as a video game character and consequently, his role as a “filler boss” in the series with no actual relation to the plot. This leads to him suffering “post-boss-syndrome”. Yes that’s apparently a thing in these games. All he wants now is to not be a filler boss again and wishes for a new purpose in life, in this case, getting to star in his very own videogame, leading to him constantly making fun of the Shantae series and videogames in general. Also as soon as Squid Baron shows up suddenly EVERYONE around him becomes self aware. Squid Baron isn’t just a fourth wall breaker, he’s a fourth wall wreaking ball. He’s what you get when you try to divide the fourth wall by 0
Let the Squid Baron Propaganda posting begin!
If you don’t vote for Squid Baron I swear to god I will turn this poll into a post that puts color of the sky to shame.
(Waves this around in executives faces) wow it’s almost like profitable art happens without exploiting workers. Wow. Imagine that
Also it’s good. The movie is good. It’s nice to see something where you can tell the people working on it didn’t just love the movie, but had fun working on it. Let film making be fun instead of detrimental to a person’s physical and mental health
I’m gonna puke this makes me so happy to read. Idk. I just want more good news from the industry i’m going into
Extremely nitpicky but I hate white wedding gowns in fantasy, especially when they make absolutely no sense in the setting. No, that culture in the far north that prioritizes function over form and mostly wears heavy furs would not have the means, ability, or desire to make a sleeveless ivory silk gown with a semi-sweetheart neckline. Please be sensible about this and use your creativity instead of just slapping a Kleinfeld wedding gown into a medieval fantasy setting.
Here’s some tricks to making interesting fantasy wedding dresses:
Focus on the things that indicate wealth and prosperity in your fantasy culture.
What materials would your bride have access to and what would make the most sense for her to wear?
What colors are not only beautiful and culturally significant, but also require expensive or rare dyes?
What imagery could be used in patterns that are relevant to the culture (animals, plants, family crests, etc)?
What skills could be displayed in the making of the gown (beadwork, embroidery, fabric painting, etc)?
What interesting and unique materials can you add that are relevant to the culture (fur, leather, bones, plants, shells, etc)?
Would your culture be more focused on the amount of material, things like trains and heavy lairs, or on the quality and detail?
What will happen to the gown after the wedding (worn for other events, turned into household materials, turned into other clothing, etc) and are there details to it that make any other functions easier?
What other things make the bride stand out (veils, headdresses, jewelry, makeup, body paint, hairstyles, outerwear, etc)?
Is it more important in your culture for the gown to be made by other people (showing off wealth) or by the bride and/or her family (showing off the bride’s talents)?
For a quick example:
If your wedding ceremony requires the bride to walk through a cold and snowy forest for cultural or religious rites, she would freeze her poor tits off in a sleeveless silk gown. Instead, consider a heavy wool gown in rich colors with elaborate embroidery and a thick cloak, maybe hooded, made of fine furs to show off her family’s wealth. Jewelry, headpieces, and detailing on the gown could be made with things carved from stones, wood, antlers, and/or bones, especially if it’s a culture that prizes hunting skills. Maybe a heavy veil that isn’t just beautiful but also helps protect her face from biting winds during the journey.
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now I’m crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
Law
I’m crying at 11pm over train cats
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama
Yontama.
a legacy
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.
Every time I see this post there’s new info and it gets better
You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.
The shrine of Tama Daimyōjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama
Daimyōjin on the anniversary of Tama’s Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus can’t hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
you cannot pass without reblogging guys. i’m sorry, i don’t make the rules.
You can’t not reblog a goddess. It’s just what’s so. :)
So, fun fact- the manga Noragami has an arc where the main character, Yato (a minor kami/God that is down on his luck but trying to make it big time) goes to a council/conference for all the Gods in Japan.
And they are announcing the winner of the “up and coming god” award, and of course, Yato thinks it’s him.
Hot dog water - there’s a Tumblr post out there I’ve seen saying hot dog water is the opposite of holy water, due to the fact that a single drop of it will contaminate what it touches. I assume this was partly inspired by this allusion but who knows for sure.
Also the the idea of holy water as inhuman and cleaning vs hot dog water as the remains of feeding someone - often a child - and entirely human. It may be dirty and I do not want it on me but God hot dog water has some memories. You will not wash away my sins. They’re mine. Also, anyone can make hot dog water but holy water is refined, restricted (yes anyone can make it in an emergency but lay people are restricted from it)
“you and I both know”
Unlike baptism for babies, this one is done between two people who are both aware of what is happening. The one receiving the baptism gives the orders about what they want to happen. The giver and receiver are portrayed as equals. They are equally aware of their humanity.
“the holy stuff won’t take”
Ooof heartbreaking, amazing line. Raises so many questions. What does it mean when the water “takes”? What has the receiver done that makes them unfit for holy water? Or, what has the holy water done that makes it to weak to help, to be a part of your life?
The poem as a whole - I love the lack of capitalization. It adds a sort of intimacy to the poem, and the statement from the speaker. The high words “baptise” and “holy” being offset by “take” and “hot dog”. Also “hot dog water” vs “holy stuff.” The cadence! I would lick it.
I love the serious analysis, and I think I find it persuasive.
This also sheds a lot of light on some plot points in Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated.
Not to turn this into another house full of chintz, but I'mma fuck this poem on the floor.
Meter
There are two readings of the poem’s meter that I immediately identify, the first is how I’d want to read it, and the second is how a normal person would probably read it, but both make the same point.
In my interpretation (left), the first line is four wholely irregular feet: an iamb into a dibrach into two trochees; The second line is two trouches into a hanging stressed syllable; And the third line is three iambs.
In the more normal interpretation(right), the first line and second line are six trochees all together plus that hanging syllable in ‘knowing’ which transitions the poem to iambic trimeter.
And look at the interesting result of that laid bare:
In English poetry there’s a tradition, all other things being equal, that iambs are considered the sophisticated foot with trochees often being contrasted as the vulgar or common foot.
The vulgar in specificity “hot dog water” is put in trochee, while the respectably vague “the holy stuff” is afforded iambs. Without the poet having thought of the stress things the pattern actively, this incapulation of the English poetic tradition is astounding. Especially when you consider the
Chiasmus
Chiasmus is a figure of rhetorical construction, in which two pairs of ideas are laid across each other, A B B A. It’s one of the more popular figures of rhetoric and if you’re looking for it you’ll see it everywhere.
In the most literal sense, it’s about repetition; but, you can apply it more liberally to ideas, thoughts, or in this case, parts of speech:
The nouns and verb pairs in the first and third lines crossover each other. They are in chiasmus. Structurally, the inversion makes the poem feel more solid, while still furthering emphasizing the contrast between the idea of hot dog water and the holy stuff.
I found my old pokemon book- i dont know who i relate to the most
giovanni wrote this
Pokemon Heritage Post
Image id: a picture of a page from a pokemon book. It has a picture of the anime members of Team Rocket, with each of them labeled with a description. The descriptions read “James: Would be clever if he were not stupendously dim-witted. Jesse: Has a great potential for evil, but is too self-absorbed to use it. Meowth: This Pokémon has the amazing ability to speak. Unfortunately, nothing it says is worth listening to.” End id.
