Aardwolf

A blog of whatever had my interest when I was filling up the queue.

[canwehaveapooldad]

We are the knights who say, “Ni!” Ni! Ni! Ni!

[aardwolfpack]

Is Monty Python a nerd culture thing?  I’ve never thought of it as particularly nerdy.  This is a quote from Holy Grail, the one piece of the Monty Python franchise that everyone has seen.

This is kind of a weird joke here is what I’m saying.

[aardwolfpack]

I thought about something I haven't thought about in a long time, and it reminded me of this post.

I have this memory of hanging out with my friend from another school along with his friend from said school (which incidentally was a middle school, whereas I went to high school, even though we were all in ninth grade). We were walking through a long line of alleys as it was getting dark, and I was hoping they knew how to get where we were going (but I've since forgotten where that was). They passed the time by doing impressions of characters from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, which I hadn't seen. One would come out with a line in a character's voice, the other would respond as the other character, and they'd go back and forth like that for long periods. At some point it came to me that this must be how other people felt when we did Red Dwarf impressions.

The point is that maybe knowing the words to all the scenes in Monty Python and the Holy Grail actually was some sort of nerdy pastime in the Nineties.

[aardwolfpack]

The Secret Passageway

Original Text

My brother and I played a lot in the narrow space between our house on the corner of the block and the house directly to the south, which for around three years was the home of our friends who also liked playing in that hidden space. I think we called it "the valley," or maybe it was "the canyon." I remember the powdery tan soil, the strange-smelling air due to the dryer vents on either side, and the velvetleaf plants growing where the dirt met the stucco.

At the eastern end of "the valley" was what we called "the secret passageway." It looked like the path was blocked by the largest and westernmost bush in a row of spirea plants growing along the fence bordering the neighbors' yard, but we knew better. It was possible to squeeze through the bush and around the southeast corner of the house, winding up in the shady spot behind the pussywillow tree where it smelled of mossy stone.

Squeezing the other way around the biggest bush brought one to the claustrophobic cavity between the spirea plants and the fence, through which it was possible to squirm all the way down the row of lesser bushes to the boundary between the chain link fence and the picket fence. These routes could only be travelled properly by crawling on the ground where the bushes' branches were closer to their trunks. I once tried walking around the corner upright, and was poked by countless sturdy sticks.

The spirea plants gradually receded over time, and in just a few years it was possible to comfortably walk all the way around the house. With a bit of pain and effort, one could also walk between the bushes and the chain link fence for their entire length. I also made a tunnel between the two easternmost bushes, but that's another story.

Many years later my dad bought a dog, and had to make a few changes to make the back yard inescapable. There was now a piece of chain link fence connecting the southeast corner of the house perpendicularly to the existing fence. Once when a pair of children were over to play, I overheard one say to the other, "I'll show you the secret passageway." The neighborhood kids were calling it the same thing we did back in the day. A moment later I heard, "It's gone!" I went over and explained, "It had to be done because the puppy found the secret passageway."

[aardwolfpack]

Explanation

I'm translating this text through numerous successive languages and back into English in order to see how inaccurate and surreal the results are.

Microsoft Translation Through 14 Asian Languages

My family and I played in the corners of the house and in a small area to the south. About three years later, we still liked playing in the neighboring houses. I usually called him "ah," but I never called him "come here." I remember playing with trees, stones, and soil. There were two dry bags that smelled unpleasant, small insects mixed in the soil, and various scars. We had a place we called the "secret place," which extended from in front of "tatana," near friends' gardens, between vegetables like beans, all the way to the path at the western end. We could vividly imagine what happened there. I left the small house, followed the forest path, turned northwest from the train station, passed a small white tree, and arrived at a rocky area. I went around a large tree; if I go in here, I can reach an empty space. Then, after passing the small trees, I eventually arrive at an area where the trees connect with the forest boundary. If this path is smooth and clear, it may be thanks to the support of the branches and the forest floor. One day I tried to take in the scenery, but a bent branch blocked the way. Trees with white bark grow slowly, and perhaps after several years, it will be easier to pass through that area. Because all happiness is filled with diligence and effort, I will wholeheartedly and completely turn the entire forest into my own special place. No, I didn't say no, but he built a small pond between the two gardens on the left. But that is another story. Years later, my father was working somewhere. At that time, because it couldn't be moved, it was relocated behind the house, to the southwest of the house, near the additional surveyed boundary. Points were added. One day, while two children were playing, I heard one child say to the other, "I'll tell you my secret." The local children used the same name we had used before. At that moment, I asked, "Is it broken?" I approached and explained, "Since the secret was revealed as if it had been refined, we no longer had any choice."

[aardwolfpack]

Google Translation Through 14 Asian Languages

My brother and I often played in a small, north-facing courtyard situated at the corner of the street. For three years, we, a group of friends who loved playing in that quiet nook, would pretend that we lived in a "northern house." We called the place "the pond." Perhaps that was its original name. I remember everything: the parched sand, the foul stench wafting from the dry vents on either side of the house, and even the weeds sprouting from the crevices between the dirt and the concrete walls. To the left of that "hill," in a neighbor's yard, lay what we called the "secret path," a spot where vines grew, winding their way through the fence slats. The largest tree to the west appeared to block the way, yet we knew that, in reality, it was indeed a path. We rounded the trees at the southeast corner of the house and arrived at a shaded spot behind the mango tree. The air was cold and carried a faint scent of frost. Then, passing the large trees on the opposite bank, we reached a narrow gap between the thorny thickets and the fence. We squeezed through that opening, advanced amidst the low-growing trees, and arrived at the point where the metal fence met the wooden one. The path was so narrow that we had to squeeze our bodies beneath the jutting branches. Occasionally, we attempted to round the corner, but the branches were too dense to make it possible. Finally, the thorny thickets gave way, and, after what felt like an eternity, we were at last able to complete a full circuit around the house. Provided one could endure the pain and discomfort, it would even be possible to walk along the metal fence from one end to the other. We dug a tunnel between two trees on the eastern side, but that's a story for another time. A year later, my dad got a dog, and we had to take measures to keep it out of the backyard. So, we built a new fence between the old house and the new one. One day, two children were playing nearby when I happened to overhear one of them say to the other, "I'll show you the secret escape route." The children called that path "our house." Suddenly, there was a loud commotion. "It's escaping!" I ran over to the children and explained, "The dog found the 'secret escape route.' We have to block it."

[aardwolfpack]

Microsoft Translation Through 44 Global Languages

I was with my friends very happy, because in three years we did incredible things on the Internet, and, while watching the football match, we knew how to hide certain things. We decided to call it "plato" or "unknown source." I remember that the world was soft like a rope and full of strange smells, because the neighborhood flowers danced in the sunlight and the flowers fell to the ground and spun there. In the morning its source was called "closed line" and it was born when it moved and when there were people on the ground. It was a change, but we learned a lot. You can pass between the trees, go to the west of the house, and head down, where objects made from crocodile mountains and back scales are located. The entrance road is not exactly like this, but in reality it seems to go through the gate. It is difficult to keep the forest dogs in place and these paths are often loose, because in the forest there are rivers with a lot of water. Consequently, the tree had to be rich, and, after thirty years, returning home according to the rules was easy. At the same time, it can sometimes be possible to pass from one tree to another, and you often need to aim for pressure and keep moving forward. If we do not do it immediately, the event gets stuck between two mountains, but it was a different story. One year later, my mother and my father blended with the dog, and when he eats, the dog never goes out. His family revolves around him. When he played with the children, he said, "I want to talk with you when we play." In the same way, people can participate near the door. His participation is allowed everywhere in Rio de Janeiro. I want to go east and say this thing to the dog.

[bayzed2024]

[baddreamland]

Ghost of Dragstrip Hollow

[greekceltic]

loafing and harumphing about it

[day-colors]

started playing megaman

[mast3r-rainb0w]

BEHOLD the Flying Nightmare Frog! by Mast3r-Rainb0w

Have some simple fanart of Wart from Super Mario Bros. 2 flying on his magical red carpet, surrounded by pink dream clouds (drawn my in personal style)! Enjoy!

[atomictiki]

Long outstanding trade with my bro Blackhook

It's a drawing meme of Berkana from Mega Man Xtreme 2. This was a ton of fun to draw, finding refs, not so much

[vintage-robots]

Living the dream in 1985! BYTE Magazine, April 1985 Photographed by Paul Avis, styled by Jane Sutton Copyright 1985 Steve A Ciarcia

[caleod]

7-7-26

[aardwolfpack]

What kind of cockroach is this?

[aardwolfpack]

We will stand as one in the Dark of the Sun.

[aardwolfpack]

The Secret Passageway

Original Text

My brother and I played a lot in the narrow space between our house on the corner of the block and the house directly to the south, which for around three years was the home of our friends who also liked playing in that hidden space. I think we called it "the valley," or maybe it was "the canyon." I remember the powdery tan soil, the strange-smelling air due to the dryer vents on either side, and the velvetleaf plants growing where the dirt met the stucco.

At the eastern end of "the valley" was what we called "the secret passageway." It looked like the path was blocked by the largest and westernmost bush in a row of spirea plants growing along the fence bordering the neighbors' yard, but we knew better. It was possible to squeeze through the bush and around the southeast corner of the house, winding up in the shady spot behind the pussywillow tree where it smelled of mossy stone.

Squeezing the other way around the biggest bush brought one to the claustrophobic cavity between the spirea plants and the fence, through which it was possible to squirm all the way down the row of lesser bushes to the boundary between the chain link fence and the picket fence. These routes could only be travelled properly by crawling on the ground where the bushes' branches were closer to their trunks. I once tried walking around the corner upright, and was poked by countless sturdy sticks.

The spirea plants gradually receded over time, and in just a few years it was possible to comfortably walk all the way around the house. With a bit of pain and effort, one could also walk between the bushes and the chain link fence for their entire length. I also made a tunnel between the two easternmost bushes, but that's another story.

Many years later my dad bought a dog, and had to make a few changes to make the back yard inescapable. There was now a piece of chain link fence connecting the southeast corner of the house perpendicularly to the existing fence. Once when a pair of children were over to play, I overheard one say to the other, "I'll show you the secret passageway." The neighborhood kids were calling it the same thing we did back in the day. A moment later I heard, "It's gone!" I went over and explained, "It had to be done because the puppy found the secret passageway."

[aardwolfpack]

Explanation

I'm translating this text through numerous successive languages and back into English in order to see how inaccurate and surreal the results are.

Microsoft Translation Through 14 Asian Languages

My family and I played in the corners of the house and in a small area to the south. About three years later, we still liked playing in the neighboring houses. I usually called him "ah," but I never called him "come here." I remember playing with trees, stones, and soil. There were two dry bags that smelled unpleasant, small insects mixed in the soil, and various scars. We had a place we called the "secret place," which extended from in front of "tatana," near friends' gardens, between vegetables like beans, all the way to the path at the western end. We could vividly imagine what happened there. I left the small house, followed the forest path, turned northwest from the train station, passed a small white tree, and arrived at a rocky area. I went around a large tree; if I go in here, I can reach an empty space. Then, after passing the small trees, I eventually arrive at an area where the trees connect with the forest boundary. If this path is smooth and clear, it may be thanks to the support of the branches and the forest floor. One day I tried to take in the scenery, but a bent branch blocked the way. Trees with white bark grow slowly, and perhaps after several years, it will be easier to pass through that area. Because all happiness is filled with diligence and effort, I will wholeheartedly and completely turn the entire forest into my own special place. No, I didn't say no, but he built a small pond between the two gardens on the left. But that is another story. Years later, my father was working somewhere. At that time, because it couldn't be moved, it was relocated behind the house, to the southwest of the house, near the additional surveyed boundary. Points were added. One day, while two children were playing, I heard one child say to the other, "I'll tell you my secret." The local children used the same name we had used before. At that moment, I asked, "Is it broken?" I approached and explained, "Since the secret was revealed as if it had been refined, we no longer had any choice."

[aardwolfpack]

Google Translation Through 14 Asian Languages

My brother and I often played in a small, north-facing courtyard situated at the corner of the street. For three years, we, a group of friends who loved playing in that quiet nook, would pretend that we lived in a "northern house." We called the place "the pond." Perhaps that was its original name. I remember everything: the parched sand, the foul stench wafting from the dry vents on either side of the house, and even the weeds sprouting from the crevices between the dirt and the concrete walls. To the left of that "hill," in a neighbor's yard, lay what we called the "secret path," a spot where vines grew, winding their way through the fence slats. The largest tree to the west appeared to block the way, yet we knew that, in reality, it was indeed a path. We rounded the trees at the southeast corner of the house and arrived at a shaded spot behind the mango tree. The air was cold and carried a faint scent of frost. Then, passing the large trees on the opposite bank, we reached a narrow gap between the thorny thickets and the fence. We squeezed through that opening, advanced amidst the low-growing trees, and arrived at the point where the metal fence met the wooden one. The path was so narrow that we had to squeeze our bodies beneath the jutting branches. Occasionally, we attempted to round the corner, but the branches were too dense to make it possible. Finally, the thorny thickets gave way, and, after what felt like an eternity, we were at last able to complete a full circuit around the house. Provided one could endure the pain and discomfort, it would even be possible to walk along the metal fence from one end to the other. We dug a tunnel between two trees on the eastern side, but that's a story for another time. A year later, my dad got a dog, and we had to take measures to keep it out of the backyard. So, we built a new fence between the old house and the new one. One day, two children were playing nearby when I happened to overhear one of them say to the other, "I'll show you the secret escape route." The children called that path "our house." Suddenly, there was a loud commotion. "It's escaping!" I ran over to the children and explained, "The dog found the 'secret escape route.' We have to block it."

[aardwolfpack]

One human lifetime shrinks to invisibility compared to the span of the Old Ones.

[aardwolfpack]

The Secret Passageway

Original Text

My brother and I played a lot in the narrow space between our house on the corner of the block and the house directly to the south, which for around three years was the home of our friends who also liked playing in that hidden space. I think we called it "the valley," or maybe it was "the canyon." I remember the powdery tan soil, the strange-smelling air due to the dryer vents on either side, and the velvetleaf plants growing where the dirt met the stucco.

At the eastern end of "the valley" was what we called "the secret passageway." It looked like the path was blocked by the largest and westernmost bush in a row of spirea plants growing along the fence bordering the neighbors' yard, but we knew better. It was possible to squeeze through the bush and around the southeast corner of the house, winding up in the shady spot behind the pussywillow tree where it smelled of mossy stone.

Squeezing the other way around the biggest bush brought one to the claustrophobic cavity between the spirea plants and the fence, through which it was possible to squirm all the way down the row of lesser bushes to the boundary between the chain link fence and the picket fence. These routes could only be travelled properly by crawling on the ground where the bushes' branches were closer to their trunks. I once tried walking around the corner upright, and was poked by countless sturdy sticks.

The spirea plants gradually receded over time, and in just a few years it was possible to comfortably walk all the way around the house. With a bit of pain and effort, one could also walk between the bushes and the chain link fence for their entire length. I also made a tunnel between the two easternmost bushes, but that's another story.

Many years later my dad bought a dog, and had to make a few changes to make the back yard inescapable. There was now a piece of chain link fence connecting the southeast corner of the house perpendicularly to the existing fence. Once when a pair of children were over to play, I overheard one say to the other, "I'll show you the secret passageway." The neighborhood kids were calling it the same thing we did back in the day. A moment later I heard, "It's gone!" I went over and explained, "It had to be done because the puppy found the secret passageway."

[aardwolfpack]

Explanation

I'm translating this text through numerous successive languages and back into English in order to see how inaccurate and surreal the results are.

Microsoft Translation Through 14 Asian Languages

My family and I played in the corners of the house and in a small area to the south. About three years later, we still liked playing in the neighboring houses. I usually called him "ah," but I never called him "come here." I remember playing with trees, stones, and soil. There were two dry bags that smelled unpleasant, small insects mixed in the soil, and various scars. We had a place we called the "secret place," which extended from in front of "tatana," near friends' gardens, between vegetables like beans, all the way to the path at the western end. We could vividly imagine what happened there. I left the small house, followed the forest path, turned northwest from the train station, passed a small white tree, and arrived at a rocky area. I went around a large tree; if I go in here, I can reach an empty space. Then, after passing the small trees, I eventually arrive at an area where the trees connect with the forest boundary. If this path is smooth and clear, it may be thanks to the support of the branches and the forest floor. One day I tried to take in the scenery, but a bent branch blocked the way. Trees with white bark grow slowly, and perhaps after several years, it will be easier to pass through that area. Because all happiness is filled with diligence and effort, I will wholeheartedly and completely turn the entire forest into my own special place. No, I didn't say no, but he built a small pond between the two gardens on the left. But that is another story. Years later, my father was working somewhere. At that time, because it couldn't be moved, it was relocated behind the house, to the southwest of the house, near the additional surveyed boundary. Points were added. One day, while two children were playing, I heard one child say to the other, "I'll tell you my secret." The local children used the same name we had used before. At that moment, I asked, "Is it broken?" I approached and explained, "Since the secret was revealed as if it had been refined, we no longer had any choice."

[atomictiki]

Even li'l aliens have bad days sometimes

[aardwolfpack]

You said you were leaving Tumblr, but then I noticed many months later that you were still posting.

This isn't even the first time this has happened.

[aardwolfpack]

The Revolutionary War

In eighth grade we studied the American Revolution in whatever social studies was called that year. Our quizzes and/or tests included a page with a list of historical figures on one side and a column of sentences on the other. We were supposed to draw a line from each name to the correct description. To this day I remember that Benedict Arnold, Marquis de Lafayette, Casimir Pulaski, and Thaddeus Kosciuszko are people who existed.

[aardwolfpack]

Sort of like an alternate angle of this photo.