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March 16 2025 6:27pm
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when is eel world dominance
March 16 2025 6:27pm
Throwback thursday to when I was like 12 and I was putting out new writing DAILY...... Like entire Chapters of my then-current wips just, over an afternoon. What the fuck was I on
Nobody:
Me, age 12, just started drinking coffee:
I drew 14 pictures during the day, and wrote 32 pages a night. Now I canât do shit.
A huge part of this is because you've gotten better! And now, when you're drawing/writing/doing whatever creative task, you're not just mindlessly throwing thoughts at your paper, you're thinking as you do it. Children can churn out a lot more work because it's not yet refined, but when you're older and have more practice, you work with all these thoughts running through your head about form and shape, color palettes or word choice. Now, you're making a dozen decisions with every moment of work, and you're also questioning the decisions you've just made, wondering if you can do it better. Don't beat yourself up about producing less work now than you did back then, because every sentence or shape involves a lot more effort for you now, than it did when you were ten and brand new to this hobby.
Also you have a job now and the never-ending bullshit that is laundry and dishes and feeding yourself.
okay, I actually really needed to hear this
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I went abroad to England for my first semester of college. The dorm I was in was a little set of personal rooms, six, with shared bath and kitchen spaces. It was also co-ed. As I was a tiny little American freshman, the two older English boys sort of decided I was something of a protectorate. If I needed ANY explanation about How Things Worked in England, they'd hop to in order to make sure I'd be ok.
There was one other American girl in the dorm, different college in the states tho. She didn't interact with the rest of us much (and given I'm quite the introvert that says something). One day, I want to say about a month before the end of term, I was cooking in the kitchen and the more jokester-y of the older boys was hanging out with me. We were chatting about the different books from our literature classes--mine was Paradise Lost.
In walks Other American Girl. I don't know how it came up, but one of us made a comment about not seeing her much. Somehow this led to her ranting about how "godless" England was. (I, a Jew who not only had seen TONS of churches while here but also had been learning calligraphy from a nun every Monday morning in the school chapel, was especially baffled. Their fucking national anthem was "god save the queen"!).
Anyway, jokester boy teased her a little and she got even MORE worked up, insisting she'd seen "demons" in "so many people" just walking around the campus and city. At this point the other older boy, who was a bit of a jock, came in and asked why demons came up. She repeated herself.
At this point, both boys clearly think this woman is certifiable. Just diagnosing people you don't know with "demons" will do that. Anyway she got more worked up and left, and the boys and I had a deep conversation about American Fundamentalist Christianity (I had a lot of Deep Conversations with them, why doesn't your nation want the better healthcare Obama is trying for was another big one).
When I studied abroad in France, I did the classic US American thing and struck up a conversation with the guy stuck opposite of me on the train. He seemed to think that he could offend me by complaining about the US, only for me to do the classic improv thing of going, "yes, and-" and adding onto the complaints with odder ones he hadn't heard before. For instance, leashes for children, the fictionkin subculture (ever told a French man some people think they were Pikachu in a past life? it's wild), and, of course, the existence of Florida. (Cue multiple minutes of looking up Florida + a random word he named and showing him real news stories.)
It was all very chill at this point. Snacks had been bought, silly French news stories had been shared in exchange for silly Florida ones, we were on a first-name basis, and I had shown him a picture of my school's giant fountain in the library full of rubber duckies. We're leaning back, quite casual and comfy, watching the French countryside go by. I tell him about Moth Man, beloved icon of my home state. He thinks I'm shitting him and looks it up, then laughs and sends pictures to his buddies. Oh, people back then were crazy, he jokes, shaking his head in disbelief, eyes glittering with laughter.
Yeah, I say, now we only do some crazy things, like allow child marriage in four states.
I see the laughter slowly die in his eyes as he asks what I mean. Do I mean teenagers? Do I mean 18? What do I mean? I, the son of a pediatric forensic psychologist mom whose whole job is to help kids heal, tell him. I tell him about the four US states where there is no minimum age limit to be married. If you can find a judge to agree to it, you can marry a kid at literally any age. Any age. Yes, theoretically 0. In practice the youngest my mom ever ran into was 10.
Ten. He repeats that several times, slowly. He had leaned forward. Now he leans back, as if in shock. This French man, you see, was considerably older than me. He has children close to that age. He asks me if the marriage is to another child. I explain it's to an adult. The French man rubs at his face, cups his hand over his mouth, settles for a mixture of resting his chin in his palm and covering part of his lower face. With his other hand, he pulls out the phone to fact check me. I am not lying. He puts the phone in his pocket and stares out the window at nothing.
Why, the French man says, with a tone of voice I usually hear people use when talking about war, is this legal? Why is this allowed? Why would a parent allow it, even when it's allowed?
I explain that in some sects of Christianity, having sex out of wedlock is an unspeakably bad sin, even if you're a child, even if you said no, even if you hated it. I explain that statutory rape laws do not apply to a married couple. It saves the girl's honor in the eyes of the Lord and the community, it sets things right, I explain, taking care to add that I'm Jewish and not a part of this particular legal nightmare.
He stares at nothing for a long, long time. There's anger in his eyes but it's the kind born of empathy, the quiet fury that is probably still simmering in him when he remembers this bit of US law. The silence goes on long enough that I worry about how he's processing this. It was always kind of a trivia fact in the US, a little blip. For us it was Tuesday. For him it was high-octane horror beyond his capacity to imagine.
Fuck the US, he eventually told me, he doesn't hate religion but he hates every person participating in this "marriage" (he says while making actual air quotes in sheer disgust). How doesn't it get banned in new laws?
Because Christians, which there are a lot of in the US, vote against banning it when Republicans tell them that keeping it preserves religious freedom. I was suddenly aware, as I said this, that a train car at 10AM is a very quiet place, and people were listening in on this. I can only imagine what they were thinking. My eyes went to a kindly woman in her 60's with flawless dyed blonde hair, who is unnaturally still, to a couple and their baby, who were continually glancing at each other, myself and the baby without a word. Even if they don't like it, I explain, they like Jesus, and they see the people who oppose it as liking Jesus less or not at all.
Jesus, he informs me, never fucking said that [child marriage] was fucking okay and even if he had, it wouldn't be right.
It's not about what's right, I say, as if I'm explaining a thing everybody knows, as if this truth is self-evident, it's about taking a side for the Lord.
He puts his face in both of his hands, looking like a man who has aged a decade in the course of this conversation.
(This map could kill a Frenchman under the right circumstances.)
We need reverse missionaries, and I say that as a person of faith.
I'm surprised at California..
I didn't forget about mermay this year
they should do an MMO where everyone is a shapeshifter and you can go live with animal herds in the wild if you want for a time but you are never entirely one of them, noting that the wild animal npcs partake in behaviors with or make calls to one another that you may not understand the logic of but can try to learn to repeat the musical cadence of. this is true of even the human npcs, whose musical language is the most intricate and complex to learn of all and who will ostracize you readily if you do not use it properly. other players are not marked as players and there is no chat feature. as an elk you may not know if the wolf chasing you is an npc or another player who does not know the same of you, and there is no chat. maybe the players would develop a sort of musical cadence to identify other shifters. no one would like this game and it would not be fun. but i would like it
were you a person? was i one? did it matter?
It was kind of interesting to me that out of all the people in our training group, the ones that were the quickest to form social bonds were the people from way out in the country and the city people just kind of quietly kept to themselves.
But I was definitely accepted as one of the bumpkins.
Oh! This is actually an example of Rural vs Urban manners.
In rural/less densely populated areas, the polite thing is to offer people your time and social energy which is why country people will talk your ear off at the slightest acquaintence- itâs kind of lonely when you have to make an effort to see people, so you Make An Effort â˘
In Urban/Densely populated areas, youâre meeting people whether you want to or not, because you are physically close to each other constantly. So the Polite Thing there is to kind of ignore other people and keep strictly to business, so youâre not imposing upon thier (probably already drained) soical spoons.
The city folks will warm right up to you once they get to know you well enough to know that talking to you wonât piss you off.
I grew up rural and live in the SF Bay Area now, and this is exactly how it is.
Appropriate city behavior is about *efficiency*, creating the least friction possible in every interaction because everyone has somewhere to be and is trying to pretend they donât have strangers in their personal bubble *all day long*.
In SF, chatting with the bank teller a second longer than necessary is rude AF because there are 10 people in line and the teller is running behind and you are inconviencing *everyone*. They will deal with 1000 customers today and they genuinely donât have it in them to form a friendly relationship with you.
In the little forest where I grew up you could stop your car in the middle of a one lane street to chat up a friend on the sidewalk. Any other cars would just go around you. There wasnât much traffic, it was fine. If youâre one of 50 people the bank teller is gonna see today and thereâs no line, itâs actually nice to ask how their day has been and commiserate about the roadwork at the single downtown traffic light.
City & country folks are operating under very different pressures and both are ârightâ, but it can be hard for city people to remember how to justâŚshoot the shit with strangers.
the thing about modern suburbia is that it is the worst of both worlds in this regard
Symbiotic relationship
Yesterday our DM told me that my warlock can keep his skeleton minions in his bag of holding đ
There is a lot to unpack on this post.
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Alright lads you know the drill. Reblog this with how many of these artists you've heard of.
I got 24 which is an improvement from last year. 25 if you count the Chicago Philharmonic.
Which one are you?
The person giving away the pickle that came with their meal
The person taking the other personâs pickle
During my first staff lunch at the library, everyone got pickle spears with their sandwiches. One of the childrenâs librarians didnât want hers, so I took it. And then someone else said âI donât want mine eitherâ and I said âgimme.â I ended up eating the equivalent of three whole pickles that day and every staff lunch after that, everyone saved me their pickles.
I am pickle queen.
What I love about this is that the results are almost 50/50. The pickle takers (of which I am also one) are matched by the pickle givers. A truly balanced social dynamic.
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I am all of these, as is legally required being a marine biologist
Hey, do you have an hour and a favorite music genre?
Why dont you go ahead and google â(genre) outside of the USâ and find a country thatâs fucked around with it
Okay now look up âheight of (genre) in (country)â
Find a band that defined/redefined the genre, or is just super popular, and find some of their songs on youtube
Repeat until you find a new band you like :]
@amediocreraygun im doing research for a term paper so, due to constraints of time, i havent been able to dig around as much as i want toâi very briefly looked at peru and brazil, and did slightly more research into chile and argentina
im talking about punk as a medium of protest during times of economic and political turmoil, so i mostly looked at bands that were active/influential at the start of the punk movements in each country, and specifically at their more popular and more political songs
Argentina just so happened to be the one that i found enough to talk aboutâtheres a lot to chileâs scene, but the early bands that i saw being referenced didnt have a lot of biographical information that i could find (i could keep digging but yknow. This paperâs due tomorrow)
From what I did findâŚ
Los Violadores from Argentina are pretty good, ive been listening to their first album (same name) while writing the argentina section of my paper. They got together 1978 i think? And were the first punk band in argentina, far as i can tell. Looks like theyre mostly famous for RepresiĂłn (which im writing about) and 1, 2, Ultraviolento. Both are bangers, and their first album seems pretty solid so far? Ive saved Mujeres Vengan a MĂ and El ExtraĂąo de Pelo Largo, but i havent looked up the lyrics for any other songs yet
Ive seen references to Los Prisioneros being one of the predecessors to punk in Chile? Theyve been mostly described as street punk, but I hear theyve held up to the test of time. Idk ive only listened to No Necesitamos Banderas, from their first album, and people are calling that one âthe first Chilean Reggae songâ so there are a LOT of mixed signals there
Los Dada is supposed to be the first ACTUAL Chilean punk band but I cant find anything besides mentions of them :[
Restos De Nada was one of the first brazilian punk bands, their first album is okayâĂdio was pretty solid
I wrote Voz Propia down, but I didnt listen to any of their music bc when i looked up stuff about Peruvian punk the only stuff that popped up was the Los Saicos, who are from the 60s (Theres a lot of debate over where punk originated from, and Los Saicos predated the Sex Pistols and the Ramones, so some people speculate they were the first Actual punk band)
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okay everyone this is what REAL allyship looks like
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Gray: we should go to a gay bar đ¤
Blue: why
Blue: are you trying to be my wingman or do u just want the experience
Grey: wingwoman*
Grey: where even are they
Blue: wouldn't it be be harder for me to pick up girls if im sitting next to my straight identical twin sister?
Grey: no cuz i'm straight?
Grey: and we'd be at opposite ends of the bar and if anyone approaches me i'll be like i'm straight BUT here's [REDACTED]
Grey: so you'll get twice the coverage/.End ID]
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