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Fun fact about me is that I am one of those people who cannot voluntarily go to sleep, I just have to do my best to time passing out from exhaustion to a daily schedule as best I can. So every night I lay in bed and turn off all the lights and think "now I will Imagine Scenarios until I fall asleep."
Another fun fact about me is that I am one of those people who thinks exclusively in words. Not pictures or feelings. And as anyone who's been tired before knows, when you get properly tired, your working memory shaves down smaller and smaller, until it's like. Five seconds long.
When you write for a living and habitually Imagine Scenarios as paragraphs in a book, five seconds is NOT long enough to complete an imagined-scenario-worthy word thought.
So yeah going to sleep is a very frustrating experience because it's just me going "how the fuck did this sentence even start" until I lose consciousness.
Every time I post about a personal experience on this website somebody asks me if I have ADHD
THIS DRAWING WAS MADE 700 YEARS AGO BY A 7-YEARS-OLD BOY NAMED ONFIM WHO LIVED IN NOVOGROD.
more of onfime’s drawings:
Looking back on 2020, I think it's hilarious that Wellerman of all shanties is the one that blew up online. It's not a song about life on the high seas or adventuring
It's the "Where the fuck is my delivery" song
cats have a long history of freaking out at invisible objects so this is normal
i am banned from eating my herring inside. they make me eat it on the smoking area by the loading dock, under the theory that it already smells bad there. but it was raining today which was preventing my breakfast, so i was feeling sad and hungry and then i realized that there was a large cardboard box in the dumpster from a previous delivery. like a fridge sized box. so i fished it out of the dumpster, then tipped it on its side and had a nice little cardboard cave to watch the rain and eat my fish in. which was a great experience. very soothing. very zen. at least until the security guard from the day before stepped outside to smoke. then i tried hiding from him by crawling deeper in the box, which unfortunately did not work. instead he saw a sort of damp sniveling pale hairless creature eating fish in a box, and delivered the verbal killshot of "good morning, mr. smeagol." which is how my day was ruined before 8 am.
i feel like the rest of that tweet should be shown:
World Health Organization staff remain ‘vigiliant’ in the event of a nuclear incident
If this administration even looks funny at nuclear bombs, it's time to get a million people to descend on Washington and dispose of the lot of them. I'm sorry, but this is a line that CANNOT be crossed.
The problem with being married to someone super fit is that you just can’t be physically coercive in the cute ways you want to. This morning, I was trying to convince B to sleep in and cuddle and instead of being deterred by the fact that I was entirely wrapped around his torso, he just…got out of bed with me clinging to him and went about his business picking clothes in the closet and putting on pants and doing his skincare in the bathroom with me just there along for the ride. And when he finally tickled me into letting go so he could finish getting dressed, I was so completely awake from laughing so hard that I didn’t get to sleep in either. An outrage.
Outrageous.
Unfortunately, this is an accurate depiction of the hindrance I presented (minor).
babe wake up ao3 came up with the only funny april fools joke in the history of the world
The blog post is pretty great too.
if you read about any biology you can quickly lose touch with what is astonishing and miraculous vs what is mundane, from animals that steal chloroplasts to become photosynthetic, to cloning technology being old hat, to trees that didn’t biodegrade for tens of millions of years, to naturally occurring lateral gene transfer between vastly different species, to the creation of gametes from adult cells, to the ability of some cancers to induce blood vessel growth, to desert shrimp that lie dormant for years, to the sensitivity of human touch receptors, to the fact that human hardware has a latent ability to see UV but their corneas block those wavelengths, to birds that echolocate and live in caves, to human skin being covered in enzymes that destroy RNA, to individual trees becoming genetic tapestries branch by branch, to life forms that gain energy from the electron potential of metals in their environments, to plants that recognize their siblings and adjust their behavior accordingly when growing next to them, to metamorphosis
which is to say. All of it is miraculous. and all of it is mundane. biology is Chaos vs. Order locking horns forever
Us, arriving to Austria to a tiny family hotel owned by an elderly lady
Us: speak only limited German
Lady: barely speaks English
Us:
Lady:
Lady: Czech? Slovak?
Us: Czech
Lady, to herself: Czech, that's a Slavic language right
Lady: understand Yugoslavian?
Us:
Us: yeah that works
Shit like this can really only happen in Europe. Reminds me of the time I took my best shot at ordering at a restaurant in Spain in spanish. The closest language to spanish that I actually speak is latin.
Waiter: Germany?
Me: No, Czechia.
Waiter, in a heavily accented but intelligible Czech: Why didn’t you say so before! We get you guys here all the time!
Já v roce 2019 na Ukrajině: OK, takže když použiju tohle staročeský slovo, přidám polský sloveso, své chabé znalosti záhoráčtiny a řeknu to s ruskym přízvukem, tak to projde.
[Me in 2019 in Ukraine: ok so if i use this Old Czech word, add a Polish verb, my poor knowledge of the Záhorie dialect of Slovak and say it with a Russian accent, it might pass]
Reminds me of the time when we were in Poland and I tried to order a burger using a truly unholy mix of Slovak, Russian and Ostrava dialect (which in itself is like an unholy mix of Czech and Polish).
I did get the burger
[#my grandpa called this "Slavic Esperanto"]
I know Ukrainians who can do this on purpose and masterfully, and it was mind-blowing to hear a speech as immediately understandable to an audience of native speakers of three different native Slavic languages, not just two languages as is common
During one student exchange I (a Pole) got acquainted with two students from Czechia and Russia. At first we talked in English or German, but after a while we’ve noticed, that we could understand each other’s native languages just fine. And if some word was unknown in one language, another one had the right synonym.
*Each of us talking in their mother tongue*
Me: Bla bla bla.
Russian: I don’t know this “bla”.
Czech: Oh, we have “bla”! We also call it “that”!
Russian: Oh I know “that”! It’s a very old version of “this”.
Me: Oh, we have “this” too, but it means something slightly different.
German acquaintance: Was für nen Scheiß zieht ihr da ab? o_O
the reason there aren't slavic people in the bible is that they wouldn't have been surprised or awed to hear the disciples speak in tongues and be understood by people of many nations at once
Slavs walked away from the Tower of Babel mildly inconvenienced.
As a non-native speaker of Czech who is only conversationally proficient and has terrible grammar, let me tell you, no one was more surprised than I was to discover that I can understand Slovak just fine. And when the two moving guys finished hauling my furniture to my new apartment and we were chatting a bit before they left, I discovered that the reason I'd had a little trouble understanding one of their "accents" was because he was speaking Ukrainian the whole time.
"Slavs walked away from the Tower of Babel mildly inconvenienced." killed me
to quote Raya, a brilliant dude I used to follow on the birdsite back when it was still usable -
Yes we all know that Ilya trained and molded Shane into his own personally-designed husband but the only reason he’s able to do that is because Ilya was chemically designed in a lab to be Shane’s. God saw Shane Hollander be born, said, “Oh. Yikes. Okay. Okay.” And then created Ilya Rozanov a month later. Like, “Here buddy, you’re gonna need this.”
No, like, I know we all get it but that scene where they're heading to the cottage is actually so insane because they've had seven years of hotel rooms and bottling up their emotions and only ever spending time together long enough to hook up and, even then, only when they happened to be in the same place. Now suddenly Ilya is here and he took a plane with the express purpose of seeing Shane and they're in his car and it's a two hour drive so for the first time ever they are just talking without sex being the immediate goal or what just preceded it. That's two hours of just existing in each other's company. That's two hours more than they've ever had before and it's just the prelude to two weeks and Ilya takes his hand and admits that he's nervous because this is so new and they've both wanted it for so long and, you don't understand, I'm going to cry.
I can make Tangled (2011) about being queer if I want to.
I am not immune to the cutting of hair being a symbolic representation of both freedom of the new life and death of the old life.
Whoops it was 2010
Somebody asked for elaboration so
Immediately discovering that the way that other people live isn’t as dangerous as an abusive parent says it is
The male lead spends a lot of his time and energy pretending to be something he’s not to try to find a niche in life but really becomes happy only after dropping his macho lady killer facade
The first place Rapunzel finds help and gentleness in the outside world is in a bar full of people that are viewed as dangerous by society, including disabled people, conventionally unattractive people, and people who dress in odd costumes
The cutting of Rapunzel’s hair both literally and metaphorically kills her controlling parental figure. Sometimes to truly be free and be yourself you need to fully cut a controlling parent out of your life and it can feel like a death of sorts.
As a closeted blonde transmasc child who was constantly discouraged from cutting my hair for the benefit of others who liked looking at it I was of course totally normal about the hair cutting scene when I saw that in theatres
I drink two cups of coffee per day not because I have an addiction, but because my body has adapted to the presence of caffeine enough that its absence causes mild but unpleasant side effects.