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Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin
I will be honest if someone posted "I'm a tutor and everyday I watch zoomers try to double tap on books to open them" thousands of you would reblog it and tag "😱 it's so scary that this is what all kids today are really like they're so helpless and stupid omg!!! those damn kids need to get off their phones!!!!"
things a concerning amount of people aged 25-40 on this site believe about today's children:
they don't know how to read and this makes them mean and dumb. also even though their meanness and dumbness are the result of poor education, they are still personal character flaws that deserve to be mocked.
they are responsible for wide scale censorship in schools and on social media. because, as we all know, children are famously politically powerful, never want to see horny or edgy content, and love it when books are banned in their school libraries.
they love to spread misinformation around so they can all armchair diagnose each other and act like they have learning disabilities in order to excuse their laziness about doing school work. obviously they are all liars and just need to just get their acts together and grow up instead of shirking responsibility for their actions like this.
they are uniquely cruel in comparison to past generations, and this is because of Phone. and also TikTok. no one has ever been cruel like this before.
they would all be much better off with their parents monitoring their internet usage. if they're closeted and their parents are homophobic then, well, sucks for them. kids being abused out of sight is better than them being annoying where I can see them.
Watching my generation turn into boomers in real time has been so fucking demoralizing.
Y'all are treating the kids today exactly how the boomers treated us!
Wally Dion, Green Star Quilt, 2019 circuit boards, brass wire, copper tube
I SAW THIS IN THE PORTLAND ART MUSEUM! ITS HUGE!
it shimmers like no gemstones i've ever seen: green as malachite and emerald but shot through with opal, gold, copper. photographs can't do it justice because of how it shines, as well as the way the actual material elements have their own dimensions. you can lean in and study all the fine lines of the circuits or step back and admire how the rearranged whole forms new patterns. it's one of the most beautiful creations i've ever seen.
The real treasure was the fancy hat we found along the way.
As a rule of thumb, if you have to dig it up it's a crime, but if you can just yoink it then it's a-okay.
PS: Please note that some steps of the Troll Dance® were simplified for artistic purposes and I am not responsible for any of your characters being turned into sauce.
Dachshund dog finally feels comfortable sharing his art with the world
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Little dratini by PurpleTiger6862 on reddit.
Netflix's "The Dinosaurs"
alright I finally got around to watching netflix's "The Dinosaurs"
(Don't become a paleontologist kids, it turns watching dinosaur related things from "fun" into "work")
THINGS DONE WELL
Birds are treated as full dinosaurs throughout
Emphasizing that dinosaurs had complex behaviors and social structures
Plenty of fluffy dinosaurs present
Most of the reconstructions are fantastic
KPg presented as tragedy and not inevitable
The ending showing all the different dinosaur behavior juxtaposed with modern dinosaurs doing that behavior is glorious, ESPECIALLY because it wasn't just theropods
THINGS DONE... NOT AS I WOULD DO THEM
the only named titanosaur is the smallest one??? what are we doing
For that matter, please just name the dinosaurs. I promise, audiences aren't allergic to names. I promise.
stop acting like the Jurassic was the time of giant dinosaurs when EVERY "BIGGEST" DINOSAUR WE KNOW IS FROM THE CRETACEOUS
I'd make more of the mid-sized theropods fluffy or at least have some decorative floof
I'd have more of the stepwise process of the evolution of birds as we go straight from early Jurassic dinos to Anchiornis, including showing how complex feathers evolved for display and communication before flight
can we PLEASE stop using the Kpg for TraumaPorn, I'm not kidding, I'm sick of watching dinosaurs die horrible horrible agonizing deaths for twenty minutes at a time
WE KNOW BIRDS ARE DINOSAURS. they were PRESENTED as dinosaurs THROUGHOUT. the "Gotcha! they didn't all go extinct!" thing at the end doesn't MAKE ANY SENSE when we ALREADY KNOW
also acting like its a Tuatara situation - implying just a small remnant is holding out - when birds cover the entire planet and outnumber mammals a significant amount is... a Choice. (It's a bad choice)
STOP ENDING DINOSAUR DOCUMENTARIES AT THE KPG WHEN WE KNOW THAT ISN"T THE END OF THE STORY
THINGS THAT ARE JUST PLAIN WRONG WTF
what the actual eff was the Spinosaurus sequence
MOST carnivores engage in opportunistic cannibalism. that doesn't make them "a cannibal" and it doesn't make them special, either, because most do it.
I did see quite a few somewhat pronated hands
Dinosaurs were either straight up endothermic or gigantothermic. they could handle snow. they DID handle snow. why do we keep acting like they died the minute cold water touches their skin. we don't have a lot of evidence of titanosaur migration because cold. what is this.
Why is Alamosaurus with Edmontosaurus. If they aren't Alamosaurus, why are we just making up titanosaurs for fun. Like I know they almost overlap but the emphasis is decidedly on ALMOST
hateg island in the non-latest cretaceous segment because...????
anchiornis could probably fly. the gliding stuff is almost certainly dead in the water.
In short, I liked it a lot, but I did yell at the screen frequently too, so what can you do
I just want a "story of the dinosaurs" docuseries that COVERS THE CENOZOIC. I think we've gotten enough out of the "violent end" narrative and we have plenty of documentaries that just cover the mesozoic. make the madness stop. no, we don't have to ignore the extinction, but that doesn't mean we can't do "There was a tragedy... nonetheless dinosaurs rose from the ashes..."
like yes, it's a surprise to HUMANS that dinosaurs are still around. you know who isn't surprised?
THE TWENTY THOUSAND (probable) SPECIES OF DINOSAURS THAT COVER EVERY CORNER OF THE PLANET
THEY KNOW. ITS NOT A SHOCK. WE WERE JUST STUPID.
anthropocentrism will actually be the death of me
Anyways, check it out. Just remember Spinosaurus probably wasn't... That.
"crochet can't be made by machines" went from being a cool fun fact to being a call to action of "so if you see mass manufactured crochet in Target, that was made by a person and they were underpaid and you should boycott it" which is true, it was made by a person, but EVERY item of clothing you own (that you did not purchase from a company using ethical labor) was made by a person being underpaid (at *best*.)
Sewing machines are operated by *people*. Knitting machines are operated by *people*. Yes lots of the process is automated but you cannot tell a machine "make me a t-shirt" or "make me a knit cardigan".
Higher awareness of fast fashion, and the true human labor and abuse behind it, is GREAT, but let's not pretend that the crochet hat in target is THE problem. Every article of clothing in target is the problem. "All clothes are made by people" is the jumping off point here into understanding this issue it's not just crochet it's the whole thing ahhhhHHHHHHHHHH
in Finland, it is illegal to kill a bear when it’s hibernating. If you ask a hunter why that is, a number of them will tell you it’s wrong simply because it is the law, and they don’t make a distinction between what is right, and what is legal. Most people like that are perfectly normal, decent and respectable people, just like the rest of us.
But if you ask people who think about things, the answer is vague. Killing a hibernating bear would just feel… impolite? You can’t fucking shoot a man when he’s sleeping, that’s just fucking rude. It’s just not the right thing to do.
Long before hunting laws were established in Finland, you couldn’t kill a sleeping bear, and what commands you is something older than law: tradition. Even at a time when hunting was a matter of life and death, and a bear fighting for its life is mainly a matter of death, you just didn’t kill a hibernating bear, you have to wake it up first. Hunters risked their lives, the lives of their brothers and everyone in the hunting party, who were friends, family and men that they loved, to give the bear a fighting chance.
In the modern time, the hunting season of bears is in the summer, for the warmest summer months. There are many reasons for why they are allowed to tread safely in autumn and to sleep in peace through the cold months, almost all of which are rational and scientific, and do not touch the old traditions.
Old faith says a living thing has many souls - henki, luonto, itse. Plants only have one - the one that wills them to grow. Animals have two, both the spark of life and nature that enables them to act. A human being also has the third, one that makes them a person, personality, itse, literally “self”. But the soul that travels in your dreams is not the soul that defines a human - animals have that one as well. When your dog runs in her sleep, her soul is elsewhere, where a dog is needed.
One’s waking soul is elsewhere when they sleep and dream. A bear’s soul is somewhere else when they are hibernating - there are two words for “hibernation” in finnish, one of which is talviuni, “winter sleep”, and that is the one that bears have - and if you kill a sleeping bear, their soul is not in the body, it is still out there, and it can find you, and as a revenge for killing its body, Ghost Bear will kill your entire fucking family.
I stand in my armor on the precipie of Hell’s Mouth. The flames, both red and white, surround me. The three other crystals are all set in their places across the other corners of the gaping abyss. I heave and push the final crystal into place.
Light erupts from its core, and bursts out in the form of three concentrated beams that travel across the vast distances and towards the other crystals. Similar beams now burst out from the rest of them and form a square with an X over the abyss.
Then all four crystals shatter, and the entire cavern is filled with light. The flames are extinguished all at once and a torrent of glowing orbs flows out of the mouth of hell and floats up into the air.
I squint my eyes as the orbs form a humanoid being in the air. Tens of meters tall, with six arms and four massive wings. The angel is adorned in an armor not dissimilar to my own, but glowing, and brand new, as opposed to my ancient set. And much larger of course.
“I am Venn-El. The Angel at the End of Time.” it bellows at me, its voice echoing through the cavern, and transmitting directly into my mind, all at once.
“Why have you awakened me?” it flies down so that its incomprehensible and massive face stares at me. “I am not to awaken until the end of all things, when I am to rebuild a new universe from the ashes of this one.”
“Um, I wanted to switch rooms.” I tell him back.
He floats still above me, silent, for a solid ten seconds. “What?”
“I lived in an inn with three other dudes. I wanted to switch rooms with Bradon because the central heating doesn’t reach my room and it’s gonna be winter soon.”
Venn-El pauses again. Then it drifts back into its original location. “What does that have to do with me?”
“I need a feather from one of your wings.”
“What? What for?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I have literally all the time in the universe.”
“You sure? It’s kinda stupid.” I take off my helmet and rub at the back of my head.
“Now you have piqued my interest mortal. You must tell me.”
“Okay…” I sigh. “You asked for it.”
“So I asked Bradon if I could switch rooms with him and he obviously said no. So I asked him what he wanted in return for the switch. He said I needed to do some chores for him, so I did them, but after that he was like “lol thanks” and then refused to switch rooms.”
“God, what a dick.” Venn-El comments. It seems comfortable leaning back into thin air, as though sitting in a chair.
“I know, right?” I lean back against a rock. “So anyway…” I continue “I eventually realized that my bro Jackmire technically owns the deed for the inn so he could force Bradon to be true to his word. And Jackmire agreed, but he’d have to get the local constable to sign the order confirming Jackmire as head of the house first. So I had to go to the police to get the constable.”
“Sounds like a beaurocratic mess. I would’ve just vaporized Bradon.”
“Trust me, if I could’ve, I would’ve.”
“Please continue.”
“Okay, so I went down to town to get the constable, but they were busy at the police station because three bandits were hiding in the nearby hillsides causing trouble and the constable was out of town chasing them. They told me they could give me temporary authority as a deputy to go look for him if I helped them with the paperwork. I’m pretty sure that was some bullshit.”
“I don’t have much concept for the way the mortal realm works but it sounds like it.”
“But I did it anyway, got my badge, and went out to the hillside to look for the constable. Only to be nearly immediately attacked by some low-level monsters and chased back to town. So I got to the local blacksmith and asked him to borrow an armor and sword.”
“This armor and sword? Pretty impressive for a small town blacksmith.”
“What? Nah. I upgraded these like 15 times since then.” I tap my Godslayer sword against my Legendary Hero’s armor. “So anyway, blacksmith agreed to just give me the sword if I pretended to be a suitor for his daughter because she’s been very lonely and he thought she needed some love.”
“Kinda manipulative, but also sweet.”
“Long story short, halfway through my fake date, I find out the girl didn’t need a suitor, she was actually gay. I later gave her the address for this other lesbian I’ll meet later, but for then I just bid her ado, and went on my way to the hillsides to look for the constable. Killing the monsters was difficult, but I got pretty good at it after a few hours.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Um, last week? Maybe two weeks. I lost the sense of time ever since my trip to the ancient past.”
“What?”
“But I’m getting ahead of myself. I made it to where the bandits were and found the constable dying. I beat the bandits (broke my sword in the process) and in his dying words, the constable told me that I had to protect the town. I told him I’m too busy and then he died.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Exactly. So that was a literally dead end. My only other hope to get the deed verified is the other signature, which was the constable’s old boss who has since retired.”
“So the adventure continues.”
“I got back to town and told the secretary in the police station that the constable is dead. She tells me I’m the new constable. That’s cool and all but I can’t verify the deed since I’m not the one who signed it. I ask where the old guy who co-signed it is and they tell me he’s retired in the Imperial Capital. I also tell the blacksmith that I broke his sword and try to return him his armor but he says I can keep it and even upgrades my stuff to be better. Which is super sweet.”
“Sounds like a solid dude.”
“So anyway, I gotta leave for the capital but I also can’t leave the town without a constable, so I gotta find a replacement. It needs to be somebody strong and reliable, and luckily for me, there was a tournament in the next town over. And I’m thinking surely somebody is gonna be there who’s good to be a constable. So I take the dead constable’s horse and some donated supplies from the locals and I ride there. It’s pretty close by so it doesn’t take too much before I reach there, and the tournament is about to start.”
“Ooh, a tournament arc!”
“Yeah. So anyway, I find the perfect match. Her name is Kroshna and she’s the champion of the village and the daughter of their constable, so she’s got all the experience necessary. I ask her to go be constable in the next town over and she says yes, but on the condition that I beat her in the tournament. So off I go signing up to the tournament so I could face and later beat a lady three times my size and years more experienced than me.”
“How did you do that?”
“Well, it wasn’t easy, but I’m getting ahead of myse-” suddenly the entire abyss begins cracking up and rumbling. It then begins to close.
“Shit.” I say. “Looks like the planetary alignment is over.”
“Fuck. But it was just getting interesting.” Venn-El says. “How did the story go? How did you beat her? What happened when you went to the capital?”
“We’ve got no time, dude. Can I please just get the feather?”
“Oh yeah, yeah, for sure.” the angel plucks a single feather out of one of its wings. Another one instantly grows in its place.
“I hope this helps you in your quest.”
“Thanks.”
“Please come back next alignment and finish the story because I’m dying to know.”
“Oh yeah, for sure, man. I’ll cya next time!”
The ground then sucks Venn-El back into the abyss in the form of orbs of light, and then closes completely, swallowing everything up in sight. I use my teleportation rock to get out of the cavern before it collapses on me. I then put the feather in my pouch and pull out a to-do list.
I cross out the feather from the list. Only 304 more steps to go.
I sigh and call for my skeleton steed. This is gonna be a long journey.
I had this story idea (to add to my pile of story ideas), about an orphanage of weird one-of-a-kind girls, which is run by an ancient war-robot they call Dad. Some of the girls are part of a superhero team who help people and go on adventures with Dad.
It's set in a weird colorful fantasy world inspired by Adventure Time, so the girls come in all sorts of shapes and species.
The main girl is basically "teen girl ctulthu", with green skin and tentacles for hair. She's a mechanic and gadget inventor type, using tech instead of superpowers. She does have powers, but they are messed-up eldritch powers which she suppresses.
Another girl is a kinda bossy girl with fire-powers. She is a bit like Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls if she had some of Buttercup's anger issues. She has a complex about always being too weak, which is why she is prone to succumbing to temptation and seek shortcuts to more power.
There's also a creepy mute "horror movie girl", with the psionic powers you'd expect from such a character. But she uses them for heroism instead of horrifying people. She still horrifies people because she's very intense, but she means well.
Dad used to be dormant for thousands of years while awaiting orders from his superiors who are long dead. One day a baby was left in his lap, which awakened his sensors. He slowly grew to love and care for that child, and she grew to see him as her dad. When she wanted siblings, he went out to find abandoned and misfit children and adopt them.
Because the technology for his energy-core is lost, he cannot recharge it, so he has to reserve what little he has left. Cthulhu-girl fixes him up as best as she can but there's only so much she can do.
I'm so here for stories with wholesome dads, please write this
If the official dad blog asks, I have to comply
I commissioned art of these characters because I couldn't get them out of my head.
Art by the super-fun and charming @bloodlette
Deleri, Pyrope, and Aletha doing a superhero pose
And sketches of their casual day-to-day
Deleri fixing up Robo Dad
Pyrope choosing between evil amulets
Aletha playing with dolls that are definitely not haunted
Everybody needs an octopus buddy.
A handmade resin octopus figurine utilizing the colors of the specified pride flag. This statuette makes a great Pride gift or coming-out gi
if youre wondering how things are going in america. This is for the exact same generic drug & dose in my zip code.
Dog we have no idea either. I bet you yell at waitstaff.
No i do not, because if I buy a burger for ten dollars and it ends up being 15 after tax and tip that's just not a big deal, or if it was, i could eat at home. If it ended up being $540 and also if i had no choice but to eat the hamburger or suffer serious health effects then sure I would be upset.
Also, if it was the waitstaffs literal job to talk to my dietician and see if there was an alternate hamburger that cost less than $540, or if my dietician had records saying the hamburger was covered and the restaraunt didn't get the memo.
Also, please highlight where in the post I say I yelled at anyone.
Use your brain.
Also, please highlight
where in the post I say I
yelled at anyone.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.