You could steal 70 bases a year for 20 years and still not catch Rickeyās record. RIP to Rickey Nelson Henley Henderson, born in the back of an Oldsmobile on Christmas Day, 1958. ššš
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You could steal 70 bases a year for 20 years and still not catch Rickeyās record. RIP to Rickey Nelson Henley Henderson, born in the back of an Oldsmobile on Christmas Day, 1958. ššš
I made this custom Christmas quiz for a friend and now I'm sharing it publicly. Most of my friends scored six or less, but I think somebody here will be the first to get a perfect 12.
One of the more unique takes on the Super Mario Bros. overworld theme from the Super Mario Bros. Super Show cartoon series soundtrack, in the most isolated form possible (achieved by overlapping all of its instances and cutting out the parts that have the most background noise, alongside algorithmic noise removal). Please note that even with this procedure, some sound effects could not be removed from the song.
The song is 1 minute and 14 seconds long, which is a rather lengthy loop for background music in a cartoon with 13-minute-long episodes.
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This episode is extra special for me. I had the privilege to animation-direct the "sorry card" sequences, which were animated from scratch by our stateside animation crew. They even flew me out to California to direct and meet everyone in person. I also boarded and pitched the end credits, and the post team knocked it out of the park. It was an awesome experience, and I am extremely proud of the end result of this episode.
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men fabricated the idea that they are the default sex to compensate for their biological inferiority and general superfluousness
this is not just theĀ ānatural orderā this is the language of a patriarchal culture
Omg no, you are wrong on so many levels and as a linguist this makes me ache something terrible. In my linguistics class in undergrad, we actually made fun of people who think like you along these lines and for good reason, because you are wholly ignorant and are choosing to spin narratives about things and fields which you know completely nothing about yet pretend you do.
She: This word evolved naturally from Old English from seo/heo which were just words to refer to feminine-female people evolving from Proto-Germanic words meaning āthat/thereā. He as a word evolved from the same ideas but Proto-Germanic words for āthis/hereā. Your idea of āpatriarchal languageā further falls apart when you compare this part of English to other Germanic languages, of which English is related, the words in German for he and she are āerā and āsieā, completely unrelated. So it is by clear happenstance, not some patriarchal conspiracy that the words āheā and āsheā in English have similar form.Ā
Woman: Oh god this one always gets my goat when people go for this one. Man did not used to meanĀ āmaleā, man used to meanĀ āhumanity/human beingā, the old words in Old English for male adult person and female adult person wereĀ āwermanā andĀ āwifmanā respectively, we can see this relation in words like werewolf and wife as being the remnants of the baseĀ āwer-ā and the baseĀ āwif-ā. Woman evolved phonologically from the wordĀ āwifmanā by natural processes where theĀ āfā sound dropped and theĀ āiā became lax. Man dropped itsĀ āwerā stem for reasons mostly unknown but I can guarantee have nothing to do withĀ āpatriarchyā because phonological change has no basis in that.
Female: Male and Female actually come etymologically from two completely different words. Male comes from Old FrenchĀ āmasleā which meant masculine, while Female came from Old French as wellĀ āfemellaā which meant young woman. This is another case, just like he and she, where the words coincidentally ended up looking similar without having any direct correlation in historical linguistic processes to make them as such.
Human: This word etymologically derives from Proto-Indo-EuropeanĀ āghomonā which means earthly being as opposed to heavenly being which would refer to gods. You have some small glimmer of hope here in that the word does eventually branch off into the word forĀ āmanā in some languages but this is still too small of a precedent to base any conspiratorial thinking like you are doing off of.
Person: This one offends me the most, simply because I love the fuck out of Etruscan language and your continued ignorance just irks me at this point. Person derives fromĀ āpersonaā from Latin which meant the same meaning, which ultimately derived fromĀ āphersuā Etruscan forĀ āmaskā as Etruscans would often have theatre performers use masks to give identity to the performers. So never once didĀ āpersonā have any meaning to do withĀ āsonā. So yes, this IS theĀ ānatural orderā or language.
Please never proselytise your faulty ideology and misandrist thinking within speaking about word origins and morphology again, as unless you actually do fact checking, I will school the everloving hell out of you, stay in your lane.
thank god for the explanation above
and the insult pussy is from the word pusillanimous, meaning coward, not the slang term for female genitalia, which comes from the Old German/Norse word for vulva, puse, which is also not the source of calling cats pussy, which comes from the Germanic root word for cat pūs, which is also not where we get the term sourpuss from because that comes from the Irish word for lip or mouth, pus.
The history of words is often more interesting than whatever one can deduce by just looking at the modern words.
Might I offer you a picture of Sigourney Weaver hanging out with Alien Baltan in these trying times?
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MARIO PAINT THURSDAYS
((is it socially acceptable to post this yet))
YES IT ABSOLUTELY IS.
The Wish That Changed Christmas
I've been capturing VHS tapes and this one is a real treat. It's a 1991 Christmas special hosted by Ronald McDonald. It's taped off of the local Dayton, OH CBS station with all the commercials intact.
(glancing around in mild bemusement)
Seriously, people. Where do you think we even got the word "sponsor" from?
In its original usage it meant a guarantor: someone who promised you that you were going to get something out of what they were doing.
Throwing a ludus / game or a series of games was expensive. Local (or national) Roman politicians put down good money to pay for the rental of the event space (you think the Colosseum was cheap to rent? Think again. The Imperials who built it liked to make their money back...), the wages (and overtime!) of the hundreds of venue support staff, the fees required by the fighting talent and the schools that owned them (or their own management, if they were free), and so forth.
Whoever was footing the bill for a given Game (or sequence of Games) was formally known by the title sponsor, and got to parade around the arena at the beginning of the game to remind people in the stands just who was fulfilling their civic duty by throwing this entertainment for them. The message was, "I'm doing something for you. Next election, don't forget to do something for me!"
And it was always political. Never lose sight of that. (Especially when a local political party promises to build you a nice new stadium if you elect them. The more some things change, the more they stay the same...)
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The individual gladiators and charioteers also had sponsorship, in the modern product-placement sense.
Ads were written on blank gable-ends often painted white for the purpose...
...and while the ones in that pic are political slogans, this one is an ad for the wines available at that shop...
...including prices ranging from two to four Asses.
The As was a Roman coin, so you lot at the back can stop giggling.
Other ads were outright endorsements (with appropriate payment, of course) and included stuff like "Felix the Thracian, five-time winner at the Saturnalia Games, says 'Tiburnian Olive Oil Keeps My Sword-Hand Swift!' "
Or "Diocles, Top Driver for the Green Team, uses Scaurus-brand garum at every meal!"
Ridley Scott was told about this during the making of "Gladiator", but ignored it as "unrealistic" - then went on to double the size of the Colosseum "for artistic reasons".
Considering how he's treated historical accuracy in later films, my response to his dismissal of graffiti and ads is this:
I made up Tiburnian olive oil, so it's (probably) fictional, but Scaurus-brand garum was real, and famous enough to appear by name in Pompeii mosaics.
Evidently the name carried weight, just like "Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce".
There are other Worcester sauces, but L & P is THE Worcester sauce - or so they would like you to think - and used to be advertised as "not genuine without this signature".
Whether this was suggesting that all non- L & P Worcester sauces were in some way fake, or because there was a rash of Worcester-style sauces packaged to resemble L & P as closely as possible, I don't know,
However, as regards overly similar packaging (deceptive rather than outright deceitful, relying on accident or inattention more than fakery) take a look at this row of Ancient to Modern L & P...
...compared to another sauce called Henderson's Relish, and note that one label, AFAIK for US sale, refers to it as Worcestershire Sauce.
It's from a different county - Yorkshire not Worcestershire - and is made to a recipe so different it can be marketed as vegan, which real Worcester isn't because of anchovies, so it most emphatically isn't any kind of Worcester sauce at all.
And yet there's that bottle shape, also the label design and colour, so I wonder if, way back when, it was someone's deliberate choice.
The other sauce from Yorkshire is "Yorkshire Relish", made both in the usual thin style and also a thick version like HP Sauce (aka Brown Sauce or Steak Sauce).
Although the label isn't orange, both versions have easy-identification bottle shapes (long-neck cylindrical for thin, short-neck square for thick) characteristic for their contents.
It was apparently like that 2000 years ago, because archaeological finds...
...suggest that the one-handled, high-necked "footed" amphora shown on those mosaics was THE standard shape for garum-jars, thus an instantly recognisable form of product packaging.
Zoom in on each photo, and you'll see writing on the jars. Whether either or both read "Scauri" I can't tell, but if they're from Pompeii I'd make a small wager (maybe even, ahem, bet my As) that Aulus Umbricis Scaurus did indeed put his name - "not genuine without this signature" - on any jars which left his factory.
This one is ours. The shape isn't exact (too short) but pretty familiar...
...but though @dduane and I have racked our brains for what was originally in it (not garum!) we've come up blank. Currently it's full of lemon-infused olive oil, but if we ever buy some modern garum, we'll have somewhere obvious to put it. :->
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That short-lived but excellent series "Rome" got it just right. This ad for free wine and cakes is both commercial and political, so covers all bases - and ends with a hint that he gets to read that bloody Guild of Millers bloody slogan Every Bloody Time... :->
like at this point im not even upset my cat hasnt caught the mouse its the fact that the mouse is so clearly out witting him at every turn. to make things even worse the mouse now has a mouse nephew thats also eating my cheeses and what not
ok sick my cats got a shotgun thisll take care of it
HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN
Iām lucky enough to have a twelve-year-old creative goofball in my friend circle. Hanging out with her is the most rewarding thing imaginable, because I get to be the cool comics-making adult I so desperately needed when I was her age. We draw together and talk about her vast collection of graphic novels and she tells me the plots to animated shows I havenāt seen at breakneck speed. It rules.
When I was over there the other night she said āWait, can YOU draw anime?ā and I said
All my adolescent sleeper agent training reactivated and we spent a very enjoyable hour making chibi figures and talking about how big the eyes should be (āno!! BIGGER!!!ā), and that was great in and of itself. But when I got home that night I realized sheād given me the greatest gift of all:
The right person to receive
the ancestral tomes.
Song was so good this #AniMonday I had to join in.
I was in love with this episode ever since I first read the script. So happy that it's being received so well!
Now you see, Iāve watched enough cartoons to know that this square of the carpet is on a separate animation cell from the background & therefore something funky will happen if I step on it. You wonāt catch me making a rookie mistake like that no sir!
Did you step on it?
I forgot it was there & stepped on it, plummeting through the concealed trapdoor into the cellars. Please send help.
Help itās on its way!
By the way, are the bricks all the same colour?
I canāt see anything! Itās pitch black down here. All thatās visible is my eyes.
Just make sure there isnāt a second, more dangerous pair of eyes somewhere around yours
Uh oh!!