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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies
Love Begins
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Stranger Things
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If Vader dad-joked his way through the Star Wars series
My other Star Wars stuff here
Arranged like this, it kinda reminds me of a British show.
Y’know, like Tennant-era Doctor Who, or maybe the IT Crowd?
Come to think of it, Star Wars re-imagined as a British comedy show sounds like a good time.
I have a job interview tomorrow, so I took a crack at making a Bojacksona to get my mind off that anxiety.
The sight gags on Bojack Horseman are a favorite of mine. I like to think that a bunch of disgruntled workers are in on the conspiracy to screw with Hollywood types that call in to order banners, t-shirts, CAKES, etc...
Also I like sharks, and I found the idea of a shark baker to be oddly funny...
Then I added the little chef hat. I couldn’t go back.
Also thanks to @lepas for the idea. It consumed 5 hours of my life and I’m grateful for that.
thanks justin
Egg and My Face are in alignment
I just now realized, while joking with my friend online, the Diagon Alley in Harry Potter is a play on words for “diagonally.”
Goddammit.
Maybe it was typing them in lower case, right next to each other that did the trick. Only read one of the books, so I just thought it was an odd Harry Potter name LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE SERIES.
someone created a random generator that creates randomized inspirational quotes overlaid on random images in a soothing fashion and each and every image is comic gold
it’s pretty much the best thing ever and here are some of my favorites so far
so good
I’m getting this one made into a motivational poster for my home office
PLEASE GO MAKE SOME OF YOUR OWN RIGHT NOW
That last one is 100% a griffin mcelroy jam
Oh WOOOOW I got some fun ones.
Bonus points for having some much straight imagery. A little opinionated tho...
Speaking of which.
Self explanatory.
Gotta admire the delivery on this one.
Possibly my favorite. And not bad relationship advice.
And finally...
YASSSS. Sassy medieval captions are my jam.
Life Update
Hold up, let me just dust this blog off a bit…*cough cough*
Oof. More spiders than I remember.
Apologies if this isn’t the most active blog. I’m still firmly in belief that my audience is purely hypothetical. I’m doing this mostly so I can look back at this when times are better, to remind me that things CAN get better. I’ll post something nerdy after this, I’m sure, but this is a time to be serious.
Life’s not great, as I think I implied. There’s some goods, and some bads…and the bads happen to be bigger than the goods. First, the good things, since I think it’ll be a bit lame to finish this off with some arbitrary happy things.
Sleep has been a challenge for me in the past, and now it isn’t. I tend to get a bad case of “monkey brain” before bed. Y'know, when your brain can’t really settle down and keeps churning things over when you just want it to SLEEEEEP. It’s exhausting. Last year, I discovered ASMR, and was surprised by how much I like it it, despite the lack of tingles (I think it happened once? Maybe?). Since I started listening to it at night, in bed, I haven’t had issues sleeping, especially in the past several months.
Hmmm…oh, I picked up a couple new interests. Kpop crossed my radar a couple months ago, and for whatever reason, I investigated further. Jesus christ, the awesome that is 2NE1…so good, I never would have guessed. Their music and the accompanying videos are just a joy to watch, and on top of that, really good for my creativity. Also started listening to The Adventure Zone podcast. I marathoned that sucker so hard I had to slam the brakes just to avoid the end of that road. Thankfully, still more episodes to come, and the comedy never fails to brighten up the day. Good things, people. Good things.
And now for the…not so good. This part’s gonna be shorter, mostly because it’s all kind interconnected. Just a thick knot of stuff I still trying to parse out.I’ve been depressed for awhile. Fought pretty hard against that at first. Turns out I had a misconception of the problem. With a new understanding of it, things seem obvious now. It’s technically a good thing, since I know what’s going on and can take steps to figure things out, but it won’t happen any time soon.
Probably the Big Bad would be my current living situation. Living with my parents right now, which hasn’t really helped my mental health. Starting around middle school, a long, long time ago, things changed in the family household. Emotional abuse became a normality, and its gotten even worse since I started (and finally finished!) college. My dad went from a man obsessed with his kids respecting his authority to a delusional conspiracy theorist who has made it impossible for anyone to disagree with him. You can’t intelligently argue with a person who refuses to acknowledge reality. Worse than that, my mom is in total agreement with him. My parents are strangers to me, and now I want nothing more than to make it mutual. I don’t see the point in staying. My dad has been clear that he believes he’s done right by his kids, so an apology won’t happen.
I’m close to moving out. I’ve set plans, but things’ll be tough if I don’t scrounge up the money in time. I’m close now, and more than anything, I’m afraid my depression-induced inertia will fuck me over. Rough waters ahead.
A giant helium balloon bearing the face of an ojisan (middle-aged man) appeared in the sky in Utsunomiya on Sunday, in an event organized by the Utsunomiya Museum of Art to bring artwork to the public outside museums.
The balloon measures 15 meters in diameter and features the face of a man who lives in the city. The man was selected from 218 applicants.
he watches over us all
I trust him
all i can see
The only way it could end.
D&D Concerns
And now the serious thoughts. Decided that this was better as a separate post.
I am...concerned with the future of the campaign. DM started with Tyranny of Dragons (not super impressed so far...seems so railroad-y to me) with hopes of branching out into his own campaign later. Sounds great, but we’re just shy of lvl 6 and already half the party wants to slow down or take a break.
Completely fair, totally get that. I could do this every week of my life, but not everyone can. Doesn’t make me better, or them worse.
However, I keep getting the feeling that once we stop, we won’t return to the game. It’s had its rough points, but...I like Ohlin, I don’t want him becoming yet another member of the character graveyard. The writer in me breaks a little bit when I have to give up on an RP character. It’s put me in a funk this past week.
I dunno. It probably sounds silly to be sad over possibly losing a fictional character, but this D&D game has been the highlight of the year so far. Finally my gaming group decided to try out D&D! Now it’s “back to board games” and I don’t really want to. Suppose the lesson here is that while every D&D group is a gaming group, maybe not every gaming group can be a D&D group.
My D&D 5e Character Sheet!
Thought it would be fun to put a small twist on the dragonborn concept, so I went with a look inspired by coatls/feathered dinosaurs. Typically I avoid the “special snowflake” approach with characters, but I liked the story elements I came up with, so we’ll see what happens.
Decided on fighter, since dealing damage is always a good time for me. I understand that Champions get a bum rap, since most of their benefits are passive. I can see that, but I think it also makes them a decent MC option. Less features to keep straight, y’know? Hoping to MC with, like, 4 Warlock levels max, to give him a bit more versatility.
Do Not Let This World Cause Your Steps to Falter
I am here for all you motherfuckers that never made it onto the 30 under 30 list and are still secretly not okay about that. I see you who got to be the responsible one with all that entails, or who just got dealt bad cards and now you’re taking care of kids or parents or siblings or hell maybe all of them and when you rush into the coffeeshop because you’re already late doing things for someone else you see all the young faces in there tapping away at their macbooks and you think, I used to write. You can still. There is no expiration date. I am here for you who started 100 stories and haven’t finshed one yet. You will. Keep walking.
I am here for you, who did the things everyone said you should and are now washed up on the far shore with a dull ache in your chest and the lurking worry that you are so far from where you wanted to be. I am here for Raymond Chandler, who didn’t even start writing fiction until he was 44. I am here for Annie Proulx, who wrote short stories for 30 years before getting her first novel published when she was 57. I am here for all of you that will never see your stories published, and I am here for those of you that will and have your heart broken when they do not sell. I see you looking out the side of your eyes at other people’s lives, lives where bodies don’t hurt, that don’t seem to involve bills or shitty jobs or just having to give and give and give of yourself to others until there’s nothing left for you except that old composition book by the bed that you haven’t picked up in a week.
I am here for you freelancers where every day is a new war; I am here for you day-jobbers where it’s all the same old battle and then family at night and you’re too tired to work on the story and all you want to do is watch TV. I see you and I want you to know that you’re okay. That we all fight this battle in different ways, and I know you’re doing the best you can. Living is hard. Creating is harder. I am here for you on the weeks you write zero words and the weeks you only write 500 and the weeks it all flows out of you like salt water and you’ve written 10,000. I see you when you look back over it and wonder if any of it is any damn good at all. Keep it. It’s good. Keep going. You can edit when you are done.
I am here for you when the work is too raw, too personal, and you lay down your pencil in fear of what people will think. Writing is an act of opening, of empathy, of love. It is an act, above all, of hope. It traffics in feelings we are too scared to show in our public lives, and that is one of the great consolations of fiction: it reassures us that others feel like this, too. Do not shy away from these emotions; embrace them. Cause them. It is the greatest thing you can do with your pen: make people feel. Creating is a strange, teetering walk between a terrifying self-criticism, and not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Go too far one way and you will never finish; go too far the other and what you finish will never improve. Listen to the whispers in your mind about the weaknesses in your work, but do not let them shout.
I see those of you waiting for permission to begin. Waiting to afford a course or read that How to Write book or improve your grammar or find a publisher or even just some assurance that your story is worth hearing in an industry dominated by loud people who don’t look or sound like you. I hereby give you permission: please begin. You need nothing more than a cheap notebook and a pencil and the contents of your beautiful, unique, experienced mind. We’re all faking it; we all stepped off the cliff and learned to fly on the way down. We’re still faking it every damn day. It looks scary but I promise you: you will fly. There is craft to learn but it can come later, once you’re flushed with the habit of putting words on paper as often as you can. Please begin. You have a voice that is made only the sweeter for being heard. You have a story that is all the richer for waiting.
I see you who begin over and over again, and then become tired or frustrated or stuck. I want you to forgive yourself. I want you to let this be fun. You don’t have to be fancy. You don’t have to be literary. You don’t have to write the Great American Novel straight off the starting blocks. Be silly. Write smut. Write sci-fi. Write a sonnet. Put the big story aside. If you keep writing, the problems in the big works tend to unknot themselves on their own. It can take years, but one day you’ll be working on something else and have an extra scene and realise that’s what the old story needed all along, and all the pieces will cascade into place with a simplicity and a beauty that will stun you. Or maybe that old work will be the one lending scenes and moments to a newer, more confident story. Keep writing. Be excited for endings. Writing a great ending is one of the most satisfying creative experiences in existence.
I am here for you writing at midnight once everyone else is asleep, for you alt-tabbing away at work to a Google doc with a tenuous few sentences, for you tapping notes on the subway, for you just telling stories in your own head that you hope you’ll find time to write down later. I am here for you daydreamers and dawdlers and misfits, finding yourself on the page one difficult mark at a time. Whether your notebook holds poetry, cartoons, short stories, novels, fanfic, comics, essays, autobio, or anything else, the way you express yourself is valid and worthwhile. Do not hold yourself to popular forms; hold yourself only to your heart’s desires. You will probably never make money out of this so you might as well make yourself happy. Move towards joy, but know that there is also work. Do not be afraid of the work. Do not be worried about critics; once the story leaves your hands it begins a life of its own, apart from and no longer beholden to you. And you won’t mind to set this delicate paper ship onto the cold and contrary sea of opinion, because you’ve already started on a new one.
I am here for you. There is no too late or too early. There is only now.
It is time to begin.
Why did Oscar leave Chicago?
I thought it might be fun to see if we can get an interesting theory discussion going so the first as-of-yet unrevealed detail I want to theorize about is Oscar’s reason for, apparently out of nowhere, renting a house off of craigslist in random nowhere town, Oklahoma and moving there immediately from his hometown of Chicago. Something pretty big would need to happen to get someone to do something so rash and sudden right? I guess maybe not always, but so far there have been some clues in the comic that I think are worth noting.
In chapter four we meet River, Oscar’s sister. Oscar sends his sister a bouquet of Eliza’s blue roses as an apology for ditching town without telling her. They speak on the phone once River receives the gift and in between an argument about whether or not the blue roses are dyed or not we get a few references to what was going on in Oscar’s life that had him skipping town.
“If you hadn’t quit, they’d have fired you.” - I think this is clearly a joke BUT more specifically I think the fact that she was able to make it a joke is because he wasn’t actually in any danger of being fired. He quit his job, perhaps out of nowhere, perhaps just as out of nowhere as he rented a house on craigslist and left Chicago for Oklahoma.
“I don’t care if you don’t want to go back to work, yet.” - Additionally River implies that Oscar can return to his job. This just makes me feel more sure that the leaving of his job had nothing to do with his job and everything to do with whatever event happened in his life to send him fleeing Chicago.
“You can keep staying here with us as long as you want.” - I think this comment is very telling but right now I’m not quite sure what it means. Oscar is an adult, with a job (he calls himself a journalist, so the implication is he was an actual employed journalist back in Chicago), so it’s reasonable to assume he could afford his own place. But who knows, maybe he’s still young enough (25) that it’s also reasonable to assume that he was still living with his parents to save up money for a nice place? It’s really hard to say why Oscar’s sister would be welcoming him to stay with her and her husband, but the reason I wonder if his previous residence was with his parents specifically is because of a little tidbit buried back even further in the story in chapter 3.
In the very beginning of chapter 3, Oscar goes for a walk in his new neighborhood. He runs into some kids playing ball which brings a smile to his face, but when he see’s an elderly couple happily walking hand in hand he gets all sad and existential. Which alone could reference either his parents or a possible relationship of his own that just unexpectedly ended. But when you add in this little interesting moment that happens later in chapter 3…
I start to lean towards something is going on with Oscar’s parents. Dad is an “asshole”, apparently. In the caller ID photo we see a happy photo of what looks like a married couple, you can see her wedding ring clearly, and honestly they both look like they’re meant to resemble Oscar. So I’m pretty sure this is an indication that Oscar’s parents are still married to each other. So did Oscar’s dad cheat on his mom? Maybe he left because Oscar found out but his mother doesn’t know? That would certainly put a son in a confusing and awkward position. Is it enough to have a guy quitting his job and leaving town without telling anyone, renting a sketchy house off of craigslist in a random nowhere town in Oklahoma? Perhaps. Honestly I doubt we have all the clues yet. Though I am pretty sure there’s other moments in the comic that are hints and we just don’t know it yet. This is what I have come up with though. I’m leaning pretty heavily towards something big and shitty went down involving Oscar and his dad in relation to the relationship between his parents. So what are your thoughts? Put on your tinfoil hat and theory away~~~ (All images are from the webcomic Wilde Life: http://www.wildelifecomic.com/)
oh, I wonder!
Very thoughtful analysis. :)
I, uh, thought I’d add my coin to the pile. ‘Fraid I don’t have the time to go through the archives (another time, for sure) but a couple pages come to mind for my theory. Nope, I’m diving into it now, point of no return.
So, I can’t shake the feeling that’s Oscar’s dying.
Wow that sounds extreme, but the first page does end with the line, “Ask them about death, and they tell you about life.” That does kinda sound like what Oscar could be doing. Give him some crushing news and he avoids it by doing the opposite. Living a new life to escape the eventual death. I mean, he is doing something rash and seemingly out of character.
Chapter Two’s words of wisdom states that hiding allows one to see other hidden things. This may imply that Oscar is hiding from something...and that could be anything, including death. The Wolf at the Door is a song (as every chapter name is, I think) that deals with fear and keeping it at bay. When you’re sick not only are you afraid, but so is everyone else. That gets to you after awhile.
It’s worth mentioning that, at least to me, Oscar doesn’t seem so...afraid of these new things happening around him. Surprised, fascinated (surprisingly nonchalant about things that should terrify people?) but never truly out of his mind with fear. You could argue a case for the wolf chase. Death can do this, it can make you feel invulnerable. It’s subtle, but it could be the after effects of shock.
When he sees the couple walking hand-in-hand, maybe he’s reminded of his mortality, of the fact that growing old with someone isn’t an option for him. And how about we mention that blurb at the bottom of the page 96: “You think it can last.” Major death vibes here.
Even more telling is the next chapter A Ghost is Born. He literally says out loud that he thought he was done with hospitals. Plus he’s being framed by every pair of angel wings you can cram into a hospital -- and that’s lot of angel wings right there. On page 110, he looks like he’s about to share a death story with Becky, but then gets cut off by the phone ringing.
Bringing this into big picture mode, I think Oscar is being shown the consequences of running from death. We see Sylvia, who appears to be a ghost who is at peace with her situation, accepting the goods and bads. Then we see Dani, who terrorizes her parents because she can’t cope with the stress of her ghostly situation. For Dani, it’s painful and unnatural, but for Sylvia, it’s a welcome chance to see life go on, even if she isn’t a part of it. I could argue that Oscar feels comfortable around her, and fascinated by her, because this is his optimal alternative. His best case scenario. Maybe he wants to figure this out with her because he’ll NEED it later. Even her backstory works with this theory. She thought it curious that she herself died young, while her mother survived the sickness. Life sometimes works out that way.
Then the next chapter, The Season of the Witch. Oscar has a casual encounter, but after it’s done...well, he doesn’t seem to savor it much, does he? That sadness returns. The drugs may hide it but the feeling remains. Hm.
Cutting to the phone call with River, we see she’s worried about him. Like, REALLY worried. Worried enough that her first move is to send Franklin (husband I assume) to go get him. Oscar quickly anticipates this, so he’s run away before. Double hm. Suspicious, since you usually send someone to fetch either a kid, or someone with an illness. Right? Maybe Oscar was living with River because they wanted to look after him. It’s assumed that he fainted from the stress of the wolf chase in Chapter Two, but what if he was sick and put too much stress on his body? He’s not exactly an active guy. He strolls, reads the newspaper, listens to audiobooks with Sylvia. Pretty laid back to me, and there could be something to that.
Granted, that is a lot of maybes and could-be’s. So it’s my theory for now. One final thing I found interesting was Oscar’s glasses. People keep messing with them, and could be a metaphor for him seeing “the other side”. Peeling away the mundane and seeing with that third eye. And with Oscar dying, he could be even more sensitive to these elements. Having one foot in the grave puts you in a unique position to see things from a different perspective, mystical or not.
So that’s my piece. This is a theory, and if I’ve learned anything from Game of Thrones, it’s that even if I’m not right, I’ll still love the results. Hats off to the amazing writer/artist Pascalle. Everything about this comic feels so deliberate and planned out that deciphering it doesn’t feel interpretive. Eventually, we’ll learn the truth, things will click into place, and the story will feel that much more complete. Can’t wait to see it!
Note: Writing this took awhile, so I hope I submitted something new to the conversation haha!
(Wilde Life: http://www.wildelifecomic.com/)
Cooking Ratatouille!
Hello! I’ve struggling to add content to my blog for a while now. You know you’ve been quiet on your blog when Tumblr sends you an email congratulating you on your first 25 posts, considering you’ve been a member for a couple years (I think? Wow...). So I’m sharing something now, a favorite dish of mine. Ratatouille!
I like to do it the same way the titular Pixar movie arranged it - less of a stew, and more of a cassarole. BECAUSE DID YOU SEE THAT DISH?! It really does show how much appearance adds to the whole experience.
Depending on how much you enjoy cutting vegetables, this can be either relaxing or stressful. I tend toward stressful, just because of how tense I get in the slicing and dicing. But can I just say, the aesthetics of the process, from prep to serving, really make it all worth it. And I can’t explain it, but the look of thinly cut tomatoes is so satisfying!
And here’s the whole deal! Enjoy!
I would suggest this for Hannah Hart’s show, My Drunk Kitchen, but this sucker takes time...and knives.
It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.
I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.
How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?
Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.
HOLY SHIT THEY EAT CAPSAICIN FOR FUN
YOU GUYS I HEARD A HUMAN ONCE ATE AN AIRPLANE.
A HUMAN CAN KEEP FIGHTING FOR HOURS EVEN AFTER YOU SHOOT IT
humans are a proud warrior race with a pantheon of bloody gods: Ram-Bo, Schwarzenegger, etc.
REMOVING A LIMB WILL NOT FATALLY INCAPACITATE HUMANS: ALWAYS DESTROY THE HEAD.
WARNING: HUMANS CAN DETECT YOU EVEN AT NIGHT BY TRACKING VIBRATIONS THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE
WARNING: HUMANS CAN REPRODUCE AT A RATE OF 1 PER SPACEYEAR. DESTROY INFESTATIONS IMMEDIATELY
THE HUMAN MOUTH HAS OVER THIRTY OUTCROPS OF BONE AND POWERFUL JAW MUSCLES.
HUMAN BITES CAN BE FATALLY INFECTIOUS EVEN TO OTHER HUMANS
WARNING: HUMANS CAN AND WILL USE IMPROVISED WEAPONS. SEE CLASSIFIED DATA LABELED J. CHAN.
HUMANS CAN PROJECT BIOWEAPONS FROM ALMOST EVERY ORIFICE ON THEIR BODY. DO NOT INHALE
OH GOD THE HUMANS FIGURED OUT DOOR HANDLES OH GOD OH GOD
More seriously, humans do have a number of advantages even among Terrestrial life. Our endurance, shock resistance, and ability to recover from injury is absurdly high compared to almost any other animal. We often use the phrase “healthy as a horse” to connote heartiness - but compared to a human, a horse is as fragile as spun glass. There’s mounting evidence that our primitive ancestors would hunt large prey simply by following it at a walking pace, without sleep or rest, until it died of exhaustion; it’s called pursuit predation. Basically, we’re the Terminator.
(The only other animal that can sort of keep up with us? Dogs. That’s why we use them for hunting. And even then, it’s only “sort of”.)
Now extrapolate that to a galaxy in which most sapient life did not evolve from hyper-specialised pursuit predators:
Our strength and speed is nothing to write home about, but we don’t need to overpower or outrun you. We just need to outlast you - and by any other species’ standards, we just plain don’t get tired.
Where a simple broken leg will cause most species to go into shock and die, we can recover from virtually any injury that’s not immediately fatal. Even traumatic dismemberment isn’t necessarily a career-ending injury for a human.
We heal from injuries with extreme rapidity, recovering in weeks from wounds that would take others months or years to heal. The results aren’t pretty - humans have hyperactive scar tissue, among our other survival-oriented traits - but they’re highly functional.
Speaking of scarring, look at our medical science. We developed surgery centuries before developing even the most rudimentary anesthetics or life support. In extermis, humans have been known to perform surgery on themselves - and survive. Thanks to our extreme heartiness, we regard as routine medical procedures what most other species would regard as inventive forms of murder. We even perform radical surgery on ourselves for purely cosmetic reasons.
In essence, we’d be Space Orcs.
Our jaws have too many TEETH in them, so we developed a way to WELD METAL TO OUR TEETH and FORCE THE BONES IN OUR JAW to restructure over the course of years to fit them back into shape, and then we continue to wear metal in out mouths to keep them in place.
We formed cohabitative relationships with tiny mammals and insects we keep at bay from bothering us by death, often using little analouge traps.
And by god, we will eat anything.
We use borderline toxic peppers to season our food.
We expose ourselves to potentially lethal solar radiation in the pursuit of darkening our skin.
We risk hearing loss for the opportunity to see our favorite musicians live.
We have a game where two people get into an enclosed area and hit each other until time runs out/one of them pass out
We willingly jump out of planes with only a flimsy piece of cloth to prevent us from splattering against the ground.
Our response to natural disasters is to just rebuild our buildings in the exact same places.
We climb mountains and risk freezing to death for bragging rights
We invented dogs. We took our one time predators and completely domesticated them.
On a planet full of lions, tigers and bears, we managed to advance further and faster than any other species on the planet.
Klingons and Krogan and Orcs ain’t got shit on us
We drink ethanol (in concentrations high enough to be used as an effective as microbicide or a solvent!) for the express purpose of achieving blood toxicity and disrupting normal brain function… AS A RECREATIONAL ACTIVITY!
On the same subject, we also deliberately incinerate assorted substances and then inhale the particulate-heavy smoke and vapor resulting for the same effect. EVEN IN THE FACE OF SAID SUBSTANCES BEING CARCINOGENIC, BECAUSE WE JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK.
Humans do not have biological castes. Kill their commander and another will take its place. Soldiers left alone on a planet will start farming and manufacturing to survive. Farmers and manufacturers will take up arms and kill you if pressed. Just because two humans look different doesn’t mean they cannot do each other’s jobs.
Breeding does not kill them. A single human can mate dozens or hundreds of times in a lifetime. They often do so as recreation. Xenobiology team six believes they do not have a mating season but this is too strange to be true.
Their appendages are not designed for hitting, so they developed special training to make them very good at hitting anyhow.
The proteins making up their bodies are toxic and cause prion disease. Do not touch anything humans have touched. Do not consume earth foods. Fire does not adequately remove this contamination.
Humans perceive sixteen times the colors we do. Do not hide in bushes or vines from humans. They can distinguish your pelt from the foliage with ease.
We tried venting waste gas into the tunnels to kill the humans when they attacked. Turns out they breathe it.
Everything on their planet came from a single biological strain. They developed comprehensive genetics BEFORE they developed space travel.
They lack radio receptors and cannot be brought into compliance with right-thought simply by broadcasting to them. Even after we learned how to translate it into sound-waves one of their hatchlings drove the Great Authority mad by responding to every demand with a single question: “Why?”
#an individual human being is actually a microbiome in its own right—you are dealing with a legion each time you approach them #they carry pathological agents inside their deep tissues and this is advantageous to their health #one of the most widespread and resilient viruses on their planet is treated as mildly hazardous—even though it causes #massive disruption to the body’s homeostasis #(their young offspring endure multiple rhinovirus infections EACH YEAR yet they seem unperturbed by this) #they have developed such long lifespans that now their primary threat is their own body’s degeneration #humanity has literally figured out how to survive so long that their body gives out under them #and they are not satisfied with that #stupid willful vengeful survivalists who treat mortality like a challenge
I am speechless
This is too good to not share.
Screw Target and their sold-out bullshit. Tonight, I'm making my own Nuka Cola. AND IT'S ALL FROM WALMART.
O_O Wow, this is dark.
Welp, I’m onboard with this. Alternate timeline? Vampire Batman? Actual serial killer Harley Quinn (without Joker, I guess)? YES PLEASE.
Getting Back to Cosplay
So, I like to cosplay.
Being a huge fan of Halloween, cosplay seemed like a natural progression. Thanks to my Halloween roots, I still lean toward the grungy, blood-spattered, weathered costumes (weathering and grunging up costumes is SOOOO much fun).
My first ever cosplay was a splicer from Bioshock, and I wore it when I attended my first ever convention, WonderCon (2011, I think?). It was...a mixed experience.
I guess you could call it my rough draft cosplay. The crow mask was HUGE and was attached to my head via a forehead harness. That’s when I learned the importance of considering visibility in cosplay, haha! Try navigating a convention through two-inch eyeholes dangling an inch away from your eyes, with a foot-long beak to account for.
Everything else was pretty great, though. If you ever want to try out the convention scene, WonderCon is a great option. Its like San Diego Comic Con, but on Easy difficulty. Ticket sales are exponentially less competitive and you can actually attend panels without waiting in line the night before!
Then SDCC happened, same year. Wow. The size of attendance of that event boggles my mind. I revised my splicer cosplay by replacing my huge, honkin’ crow mask with a sleek, comfortable leather mask. WHAT A DIFFERENCE.
The next year SDCC happened again, but it just wasn’t the same. I tried adding a new cosplay to the lineup: Portal test subject. That...did not work out well. IMO it fell a little flat (hope to take another crack at that one soon). I started noticing some convention trends surfacing. Certain cosplays were more “in style” than others. “Older” cosplays were somewhat ignored, or I guess assumed a casual cosplay. And, as I mentioned, people were waiting in line ALL NIGHT to attend a panel the next day. Yeah, I’m not on board with that.
I kinda realized that, once you strip away the panels and the cosplaying, you’re pretty much left with just shopping. As in, I just paid people like $150 just to get inside a big, nerdy shopping mall, where I will be spending even more money, because it felt like there wasn’t much else to do.
After the SDCC 2012 experience, my convention/cosplay spirit plummeted. Decided I needed some space and start focusing on other things, like school. Ideas of dream cosplays still filtered through my brain, and even now, I’m sure some part of my subconscious is hammering away on some of them. Then I was exposed to more well-known cosplayers, like Holly Conrad and Jessica Merizan. They kinda rocked my world. Hearing their positive messages about cosplay and pursuing cosplay because it means something to YOU strengthened my resolve to get back into the game. Seriously, those two are champs! Love ‘em!
Since then, I’ve been edging myself closer. First I attended Long Beach Comic Con, another fantastic convention, with a friend. Now, hopefully I’ll be hitting the streets of LA for Anime Expo. This summer, I’ll be cosplaying again for the first time since...2012? Haha, that doesn’t feel weird at all...
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Wow look at all those feels!
In the next few years I’d love to play a female version of Doctor Who. I know exactly how I would play her - she would be crafty in a clever kind of way.
YES. THIS. PLEASE. LET HER PLAY THE DOCTOR. YESSSSSSSS.
(It’s a Pipe(r)-dream, but OMG IT WOULD BE PERFECT.)
That would actually make a lot of sense. I was talking Doctor Who with a friend and she mentioned to me a theory about how the Doctor gets a new face. The Doctor might actually "borrow" faces from people he's met in his travels, which could explain Peter Capaldi's Doctor. Also, it's shown that he will eventually revert to a familiar face in the (probably) distant future.
It's a stretch, of course, with only a couple bits of evidence.
Imagine though if he did wake up with Rose's face. What would that say about his state of mind at regeneration? Should he lose another companion right before regenerating, I think Rose's face could be quite appropriate. The Doctor has his ways of punishing himself for his mistakes, and you can't hide from your own face.
Okay, so that got a bit dark, but we wouldn't be watching it if we were in it for the happy times. And Billie Piper is AMAZING when it comes to emotional scenes. I would so look forward to shedding some big, ugly tears during her episodes.
DAMMIT I WANT IT SO MUCH NOW
