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Clever billboard advertising the BBCs Dracula. (This is why you hire artists.) Follow it to the end.
Pretty clever, right?
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the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!
it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.
and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.
making things have improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.
take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.
Hobbies cost money, Helen.
Do you eat? Then you can have a hobby.
Can you see green outside? Can you get some dirt? Then you can have a hobby.
Do you have a pen and paper? Hobby.
Something with a keyboard? Hobby.
The ability to walk? Hobby.
Get creative and don't be a pessimist is step one Barabra.
Acting like it’s easy or simple to have an ENJOYABLE hobby on zero budget is a puerile view that shifts the blame for the unhappiness of people trapped at the bottom of a dehumanizing, vicious system. Its possible of course. There are people who are into things that can be done cheaply, and that’s great! But not everyone takes joy in the things that can be done on a budget of next to nothing, and we shouldn’t EXPECT people to!
Might as well lie down and die then! God forbid anyone try to better themselves.
Have two feet and a heartbeat? Go for a fucking walk, do some pushups, volunteer to play with shelter dogs.
Have two hands and a heartbeat? Sketch. Napkins are free, steal a pen from your job, voila! Picasso.
Have one hand and a pacemaker? Might I recommend composing music on garage band?
The Y offers low-cost social classes. There are also coding classes online. Turn a hobby into a job!
Your computer has a microphone. Start making podcasts.
Crafty and bedbound? Try watercolours; they’re available at the dollar store.
Granola hippy? Get a towel, find a floor, queue up a yoga tutorial on YouTube. Namaste.
Garden witch? Dollarstore pot and a small bag of potting mix. Take your old head of lettuce, keep the bottom wet for a day, put butt of lettuce into dirt. Voila. Salad. Mint works well and is likewise indestructible.
Not into sports? Read books online. There are thousands of classic titles available. Internet got cut off? Library. Illiterate? Perfect — there’s your project. Or: books on tape, available at your local library, for free.
Look — I don’t take joy in my commute and I wish I had a helicopter to take me everywhere I wanted to go. But whining about my misfortune doesn’t solve my problem, and neither does this defeatist attitude.
If you have the time and tech to scroll this website, you have the time to develop a fulfilling hobby.
Anything else is just wallowing in your own misery because the alternative — trying and failing — is too daunting.
Oh well. Life is daunting. So either get it done or get it over with; it does not get any easier.
Lmao y’all are really over here assmad at the very idea of bettering your lives in any way. It’s kind of pathetic.
“Have you guys considered doing something worthwhile that makes you happy? :) ”
Tumblr: no, and I will not, and you’re ableist and classist for suggesting such a thing fuck off
Knot-tying & macramé - you can often find yarn at thrift shops or dollar stores (not always but with some frequency).
YouTube tutorials, websites, and learn to mend your clothes. Some outlay for thread, needles, scissors, and maybe patches and buttons. But spending less money buying new clothes..
Dollar stores often have coloring books & pencils, too. Go wild. Color the sun blue, grass purple, & trees red. Go outside the lines. Add stuff to the picture.
Sharpie pen & rounded rocks - draw pictures and happy messages and give them to people or leave them to be found.
Cotton string, paint, & paper. Dip string in paint & drape it on paper. Repeat with other colors. It doesn’t matter if your hand shakes, in fact it’s better.
Some craft places & senior centers & community centers have classes for free or for the cost of the materials. Try the craft with just enough materials for 1 project, instead of investing lots of money.
Look up crafts aimed at kids. Those are often simple with inexpensive materials. Get your foot in the creativity door.
I will teach other depressed fuckers to knit because nothing defeats nihilistic fatalism like wearing the sweater you made from scratch!
Seriously.
I sympathize with it feeling impossible to get started and with some versions of a hobby being out of reach, but that’s not every version.
If you like plants other than the aforementioned mint, you can often take cuttings from ones beside the road somewhere and get them to grow roots in a glass of water before transplanting them to dirt.
If you like fiber crafts, you can often find odd assortments of yarn for cheap. If you have a local Buy Nothing or other neighborhood giveaway thing, crafters are often decluttering their stashes and giving away nice quality stuff, just in small amounts that you couldn’t make a whole project out of. Maybe you can’t get every size and variety of tool, but a lot of people would be happy to pass on a single pair of needles. I’ve been shocked at how much interesting stuff people just put on the sidewalk because they’re overwhelmed by stuff.
Also like. I get it. The world is bleak sometimes and maybe you have it really rough right now and everything feels pointless. No one is suggesting that a hands-on hobby is going to save the world or cure your depression or solve all your problems. But my god, what’s the alternative? I can’t fix everything, so I deny myself any small scrap of joy? If it doesn’t solve all my problems it’s not worth doing at all? I can’t be the best and have all the most elaborate tools so I might as well not even bother?
Let me tell you, if that’s your approach to life, you’re in for a miserable time.
Know what I did last summer? I impulse bought a bottle of bubble solution at CVS for $1.99. And whenever I had a rough day I went outside and sat down and blew bubbles for a few minutes, experimenting with different ways to hold or dip the wand or get air through it to make different types of bubbles. Trying to make bigger bubbles, or recapture bubbles on the wand without popping them.
It was so small. So silly. It didn’t make anything lasting. It didn’t necessarily build any marketable skills. It wasn’t the hobby I would choose if I had unlimited space and resources. I had nothing to show for it at the end of the day but a slightly less full bottle of bubble solution.
But my god, did I feel better each and every time. For $1.99, an entire summer of time set aside to myself every other day or so, out in the sun, doing something that brought me joy. It was SO SMALL. But it made such a huge difference.
#sometimes wrenching yourself out of a shitty life is doing small things one step at a time
You all know singing is free, right?
Writing is also basically free
for almost every hobby that’s been commercially overinflated with kits and high-end materials to the point where you could easily drop hundreds of bucks just to get started, there’s the original core of that hobby. people have always done interesting and creative things with little scraps of material, because people have always been poor. there have always, always been poor people.
if being poor is your excuse for not seeking whatever happiness you can scratch up, you’d be a defeatest sad-sack even if your bank account was seven figures.
scrapbooking used to be done with scrap paper, not expensive stickers and rolls of washi tape and curated packs of ephemera…and the world is full of discarded newspapers, magazines, old books. quilting was done with little bits gleaned from garments worn past any repair, not charm packs that cost forty bucks a pop… and there’s still people throwing out sheets and clothes and skirts today! gardening is a way to get free produce out of kitchen scraps and whatever tiny patch of dirt you can keep clear of weeds and animals…and you can just start composting and collect seeds and cuttings today. sculpture used to be done with mud, from the river near the cave. you don’t have to even leave your cave if you want to make saltdough or paperclay.
hobbies enrich your life. if they’re bankrupting you, that’s not the hobby’s fault, that’s capitalist brainrot fucking you over. you don’t have to make something worthy of instagram in your enormous well-stocked craft room full of custom-engineered high-quality tools. you can just pfuck around and find something cool to do.
It should 100% be illegal for companies to make you give them your payment information when you sign up for a free trial version of their product. It is not necessary and there is no good fucking reason for them to do it. It’s blatantly just so they can steal forgetful customers’ money.
oh hey, thanks for reminding me to cancel a free trial i had going on.
Reblog to save an unnecessary charge cause it also reminded me to cancel a trial lol
From imdb: ”During the filming of some scenes for The Princess Bride, the weather became markedly cold for Robin Wright Penn. Andre the Giant helped her by placing one of his hands over her head; his hands were so large that one would entirely cover the top of her head, keeping her warm.”
comic by Box Brown :: via flickr.com
This is so sweet how can I NOT reblog this.
D’aaawwww.
All of the behind the scenes stories about Andre the Giant were adorable like this, Apparently Wallace Shawn is deathly afraid of heights, so he was freaking out while they were doing the scene scaling the cliff and Andre was like “it is okay, I’ll keep you safe.” there’s a behind the scenes thing on the DVD and everyone is choked up and misty eyed when they talk about working with him.
Andre the Giant was a radiant human being.
I’m so glad he gets to go down in history as everyones favorite giant. What a legacy!
It should be known that when he got back to wrestling after the movie came out he was constantly pulling other wrestlers into the locker room where he had a tv set up with a copy of the movie so they could watch. He was desperate for the guys to see it and he really wanted their honest opinion on his acting.
What was your first source of portable music? Walkman? CD player with headphones? MP3 Player? iPod? Phone?
my fucking god these tags aged me 50 years
they’re literally the size of a CD, hen. you can still buy them
A Film For Every Year I’ve Been Alive ↳ CLUELESS (1995) | dir. Amy Heckerling
He does dress better than I do. What would I bring to the relationship?
$17.99
Fucking sold
museum studies goofs, 2/?
One thing I really appreciate about Into the Spider-Verse that I don’t see people talk about very often is how competent they portray Peter B as.
Like, in any other movie, you’d have a similar character whose live has become a mess, and they’re sad and kinda pathetic to look at, and when the time comes for them to step up, they just sorta…flop. They’re held back by everything, and they just become incompetent.
But Peter B is different. Yeah, he’s a sad, lonely, middle-aged man who cries in the shower while wearing a spandex suit…
But despite all that…he’s still shown to be extremely good at being Spider-Man.
He escapes from being tied up while still holding a casual conversation
He takes down Miles in less than 10 seconds.
He strolls along the side of a building like it’s nothing.
And when you think about it, over the course of the movie, he kicks a LOT of ass. He’s a badass super hero, despite his flaws.
You ever notice how, when he puts on the mask, his gut sorta disappears? That’s too big of a detail to be an oversight. That’s intentional. I mean, in-universe, it doesn’t make too much sense, but to us, it’s meant to show that it’s not holding him back from being a hero.
He’s not held down by everything. Yeah, he’s a jaded, depressed, mid-life crisis Spider-Man. But he’s still Spider-Man.
They easily could’ve made Peter B sort of pathetic and had him be more of a hinderance than a help during battles. But they didn’t. And I feel like that was a really good way to pay respect to the character while still showing that he’s a heavily flawed individual.
As @lyricwritesprose has pointed out, Peter B. is really really good at being Spider-Man and really, really crap at being Peter B. Parker.
Politics is actually like…one of the top reasons to cut someone out of your life? Where the fuck did we get this idea it’s an invalid reason to abandon people? It’s literally your statement on how you think society should exist and what rights you think people should have and how. It ain’t fucking “My uncle Craig’s dead to me because he takes his sandwiches with the crust on” it’s “My uncle Craig has consistently stated a hatred of minorities and poor people for longer than I’ve been alive, of course I’m gonna call him a piece of shit”
Fash’s mad at this post. Angry that people might hate you if they know your thoughts on society, eh?
this movie is so fucking creepy jesus fuck
It’s by Tim Burton, what did you honestly expect?
Actually, it’s Henry Selick, who was the director of The Nightmare Before Christmas. The book was written by Neil Gaiman, though, and is far…far….worse.
Sorry, I’m about to geek the hell out.
The movie is captivating, but the book is twenty kinds of terrifying, even now, ten years after I first read it. As disturbing as the movie may have been to some, the things Selick added really serve to cushion just how horrific the story really is.
First of all, the character of Wybie does not exist in the book. Coraline is facing all of this nearly alone, with her only help coming from the sly comments of the cat, a warning from the circus mice, and the stone given to her by her neighbor, presented with no comment but that it “makes the unseen seen.”
Second, the Other Parents are never quite as warm (and, dare I say, normal) as they are in the gifs above. They’re described as having paper-white skin and the Other Mother’s hair is said to move on its own, and her long, red, claw-like nails don’t ease any uncertainty that she is absolutely, positively up to no good. The first time Coraline meets them, they (and the rest of the Others) seem to be playing roles (for whatever reason, Coraline does not seem to pick up on this), like they all know what to say and what to do and are simply waiting for Coraline to make her move in their terrifying play world. This is shown to be partly true when the Other Parents tell her they know she’ll be back soon after she refuses the buttons - this time, to stay.
Third, the Other Mother commits atrocities that really should not have been in a book for anyone not fully grown up. She physically deforms the world around Coraline to slow her progress in their game beyond any mild traps the movie portrays, and, instead of turning the Other Father into the wandering pumpkin-thing seen in the film, she simply ceases to use him and throws his body away in the cellar, leaving him to rot with whatever bit of sentience he has left. She begins to lose her touch, as Coraline gains the upper hand. Her world doesn’t just become a nightmare - it falls apart completely. No creepy but oddly cool bug furniture here, just the house that now appears to be a child’s drawing. Whatever the Other Mother is (a beldame, but something tells me she’s much more ancient and powerful than that), she does not give half a hump about what she has to do to ensnare Coraline. Destroy the supporting characters of her twisted creation? Done. Allow herself to be dismembered to ruin Coraline’s life in the normal world? Not even gonna bat an eyelash.
On a final, personal note, imagine eight year-old me, ignored by my parents, absorbed in the story and identifying with Coraline from the start. Imagine me finishing this bloodcurdling book and immediately thinking of my basement, where there is still a locked door that my grandmother swears up and down is nothing more than a storage room, but has not once in my (or my mother’s) lifetime unlocked.
Can you see why this book still scares me?
Fun fact I learned from seeing neil gaiman speak: when he first wanted the book published, his editor said it was too scary. He suggested she read it to her young daughter, and then decide. So she did, and her daughter wasn’t afraid, and it was published. Years later, Gaiman was sitting next to that daughter at an event and told her this story, and she said “oh I was terrified I just didn’t want to tell my mom”.
Coraline WAS too scary to be published, but exists anyway because a girl lied to her mother.
@neil-gaiman, is this true about the publisher’s daughter?
It was my literary agent, Merrilee Heifetz who read it and said “you can’t seriously expect this to be published as a children’s book.” So I suggested she read it to her daughters. And she called me back a week later and said “They love it and they weren’t scared at all. I’ll take it to Harper Children’s.”
A decade later, at the Opening Night of the Coraline musical, I was sitting next to Morgan, Merilee’s youngest daughter, and told her how her not being scared had made the book happen. And she said “I was terrified. But I needed to find out what happened next. So nobody knew.”
So, yes.
This website can be toxic at times, but the fact that people can just tag Neil Gaiman to get his input, like a sorcerer invoking a benevolent spirit, is definitely a bright spot.
did they ever track down the baby born at dashcon?
you know, the dashcon baby… the baby born in the ballpit at dashcon
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the dashcon baby
at dashcon, a late term pregnant lady (there for a writing panel i believe) arrived, and while going around the “event”, her water broke around 2 months earlier than expected, and began to go into labour, there was a huge traffic jam because of, you know, and driving to the hospital was out of the question, so they called an ambulance. But the thing is, because of the traffic jam, it took over 40 minutes, and she was going into labour NOW. A nurse in training there took over and had to deal with the woman, so they took the ballpit, being the best thing they could think of in the mostly empty area, cleared some of the balls away, and had to use that as a surface to deliver the baby. Around 5 minutes before they got there, they managed to deliver the baby, (thankfully) in a safe state.
great post everybody
I helped!
all i’m saying is the le creuset signature dutch oven in fig would make me normaler
she could fix me
I sad
Poll: if your mom remarries when you’re 26 years old is that guy still your stepdad or is he just your mom’s husband.
The poll winner seems to be “depends on whether you like him” which is super valid.
Mine watches fox news so “mom’s husband” it is!
My family has a great way of distinguishing between a new spouse you like and new spouse you disdain!
Your mom/aunt/grandma/etc remarries and they are actually a cool person, you use their first name. So if you were to introduce them they would be: Aunt Jane and Bob.
If your mom/aunt/grandma/etc remarries and they are a fuckwad you introduce them as: this is Aunt Jane and her second husband. The implication being that they are very replaceable and that we’re all just waiting for her to wise up to the situation and serve you divorce papers, she did it once, she can do it again.
MAGNIFICENT
Alright, but what if my mom on her third marriage found a decent man, but my mother herself is shitty
"my stepdad's wife"
@sapphic-sargent your tags omg
You are doing God’s work