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lately my kids have been playing Baby Knife, which consists of somebody acting as a baby with knife hands chasing people while going "baby knife baby knife" over and over. is this a thing or are they just insane
we have a new teacher this year who has never had kindergarten before & she rounded em all up & told em No Baby Knife and No Zombies and idk how to tell her that 1. all kindergarten recess games boil down to Give Birth And Kill Each Other and 2. the absurd vaguely inappropriate games they make up are usually better than when they try to play an Actual game like soccer
Baby Knife is straightforward. theres a baby knife. baby knife chases you. thats about it. when they try to play Real Sports every single child is playing by a different set of rules unbeknownst to the others and none of them are playing by the Actual rules. everybody is mad at everybody else and running up to tell on their colleagues for cheating every 3 minutes. this doesnt happen when they play Baby Knife
if no one's said it, it's normal. It's just Tag with flavor. Tag is boring so you gotta add imagination.
Our baby knife as kids was Raptor Tag. Raptors hunt in packs so the person who was "it" had to run around pretending to be a velociraptor and to tag people they had to actually tackle them and "eat" them for 5 full seconds (others could come to the rescue and save them in that time, but risked getting eaten too or instead if the raptor switched targets). Eaten players then became raptors, until the whole pack was teamwork-hunting the last wily or lucky kid. There were no winning survivors- the game was won as a group once everyone was a raptor.
My kindergarten played "wolves" where a pack of 4-12 children, usually all the girls, would try to chase down and "kill" the deer (usually me)
I was bulled extensively in elementary school, but 1. Mostly by my teachers and 2. Not during this, because we ALL had PBS Nature and as Deer, I was allowed to gouge, kick, bite, keep running even after being grabbed, or body-check the larger children into the picnic tables and other architecture.
You know, for realism.
In point of fact, I was usually The Deer because I was the best at evading/ not going down without a fight, whereas most boys would just start crying or tattle, which is no fun at all.
We were incredibly boring. We played "murder ball" which was just Capture the Flag over the whole school grounds (outdoors only) and violence was permitted using the ball.
#We played Leeches (people run past you and you grab their legs and make them fall)#And Roadkill (body-slam your friends to the ground)#The teachers did not like these games
Your school would've loved Get Down, Mr President
we had British Bulldogs which was where one line of kids had to get past another line of kids (and vice versa) and violence was expected, much like we imagine dodgeball to be
lately my kids have been playing Baby Knife, which consists of somebody acting as a baby with knife hands chasing people while going "baby knife baby knife" over and over. is this a thing or are they just insane
we have a new teacher this year who has never had kindergarten before & she rounded em all up & told em No Baby Knife and No Zombies and idk how to tell her that 1. all kindergarten recess games boil down to Give Birth And Kill Each Other and 2. the absurd vaguely inappropriate games they make up are usually better than when they try to play an Actual game like soccer
Baby Knife is straightforward. theres a baby knife. baby knife chases you. thats about it. when they try to play Real Sports every single child is playing by a different set of rules unbeknownst to the others and none of them are playing by the Actual rules. everybody is mad at everybody else and running up to tell on their colleagues for cheating every 3 minutes. this doesnt happen when they play Baby Knife
if no one's said it, it's normal. It's just Tag with flavor. Tag is boring so you gotta add imagination.
Our baby knife as kids was Raptor Tag. Raptors hunt in packs so the person who was "it" had to run around pretending to be a velociraptor and to tag people they had to actually tackle them and "eat" them for 5 full seconds (others could come to the rescue and save them in that time, but risked getting eaten too or instead if the raptor switched targets). Eaten players then became raptors, until the whole pack was teamwork-hunting the last wily or lucky kid. There were no winning survivors- the game was won as a group once everyone was a raptor.
My kindergarten played "wolves" where a pack of 4-12 children, usually all the girls, would try to chase down and "kill" the deer (usually me)
I was bulled extensively in elementary school, but 1. Mostly by my teachers and 2. Not during this, because we ALL had PBS Nature and as Deer, I was allowed to gouge, kick, bite, keep running even after being grabbed, or body-check the larger children into the picnic tables and other architecture.
You know, for realism.
In point of fact, I was usually The Deer because I was the best at evading/ not going down without a fight, whereas most boys would just start crying or tattle, which is no fun at all.
We were incredibly boring. We played "murder ball" which was just Capture the Flag over the whole school grounds (outdoors only) and violence was permitted using the ball.
#We played Leeches (people run past you and you grab their legs and make them fall)#And Roadkill (body-slam your friends to the ground)#The teachers did not like these games
Your school would've loved Get Down, Mr President
we had British Bulldogs which was where one line of kids had to get past another line of kids (and vice versa) and violence was expected, much like we imagine dodgeball to be
lately my kids have been playing Baby Knife, which consists of somebody acting as a baby with knife hands chasing people while going "baby knife baby knife" over and over. is this a thing or are they just insane
we have a new teacher this year who has never had kindergarten before & she rounded em all up & told em No Baby Knife and No Zombies and idk how to tell her that 1. all kindergarten recess games boil down to Give Birth And Kill Each Other and 2. the absurd vaguely inappropriate games they make up are usually better than when they try to play an Actual game like soccer
Baby Knife is straightforward. theres a baby knife. baby knife chases you. thats about it. when they try to play Real Sports every single child is playing by a different set of rules unbeknownst to the others and none of them are playing by the Actual rules. everybody is mad at everybody else and running up to tell on their colleagues for cheating every 3 minutes. this doesnt happen when they play Baby Knife
if no one's said it, it's normal. It's just Tag with flavor. Tag is boring so you gotta add imagination.
Our baby knife as kids was Raptor Tag. Raptors hunt in packs so the person who was "it" had to run around pretending to be a velociraptor and to tag people they had to actually tackle them and "eat" them for 5 full seconds (others could come to the rescue and save them in that time, but risked getting eaten too or instead if the raptor switched targets). Eaten players then became raptors, until the whole pack was teamwork-hunting the last wily or lucky kid. There were no winning survivors- the game was won as a group once everyone was a raptor.
My kindergarten played "wolves" where a pack of 4-12 children, usually all the girls, would try to chase down and "kill" the deer (usually me)
I was bulled extensively in elementary school, but 1. Mostly by my teachers and 2. Not during this, because we ALL had PBS Nature and as Deer, I was allowed to gouge, kick, bite, keep running even after being grabbed, or body-check the larger children into the picnic tables and other architecture.
You know, for realism.
In point of fact, I was usually The Deer because I was the best at evading/ not going down without a fight, whereas most boys would just start crying or tattle, which is no fun at all.
We were incredibly boring. We played "murder ball" which was just Capture the Flag over the whole school grounds (outdoors only) and violence was permitted using the ball.
#We played Leeches (people run past you and you grab their legs and make them fall)#And Roadkill (body-slam your friends to the ground)#The teachers did not like these games
Your school would've loved Get Down, Mr President
we had British Bulldogs which was where one line of kids had to get past another line of kids (and vice versa) and violence was expected, much like we imagine dodgeball to be
Design for shopping bags! I’ll bring them to future conventions >:)
I hope it’s the kind of shopping bag that makes you go “wow! I think I’ll spend all my money on her art, just so I can carry them around in this awesome bag”
I love "gender bending" characters but HATE HATE HATE designs where canon buff dudes are wispy little fairy ladies and canon tiny women are beefy ass male linebackers. If you're not in it for JACKED WOMEN and TWINKS then what's what's FUCKING point
you understand my vision
I was gonna make a bunch of these to prove a point but realized halfway through that Lady Bane is my ultimate butch fantasy so now I have to go lay down
Anyhow I've been thinking about this concept lately so I have some additional thoughts on Acceptable Male Characters Who Would Be Legendary Female Character Design
If it pleases the counsel to consider:
Helsing already has a hot butch in circle glasses, but it wouldn't hurt for there to be others.
Also for consideration:
butch Beetlejuce
People are unfazed if you hate women but if you dislike dogs they assume you're a bad person
Tumblr users will read a post complaining about normalized misogyny and hyperfocus on your claim that it's ok to dislike dogs
thinking about coptic mummy paintings and weeping
like. i know these people
I love seeing my mutuals in my notes because it confirms they’re not mad at me. yet
I love seeing my mutuals in my notes because it confirms they’re not mad at me. yet
My doctor said an old crazy man is going to kill me. I didn’t come here to be given a harrowing horoscope. What do I do?
kill every old crazy man you see
It's the only way.
It's the only way.
The girls and the birds 🦜💛
Attack for Liss Fourtea!
Average indie comics in the 70s-90s: Autobio about being a misogynist and jerking off. Stories from New York City. The suburbs are the dead end of culture and drugs are awesome
Average indie comics in the 2000s: Autobio about being a misogynist and married. This new video game sucks or is good. Anime girl with a sword fights skimpily for 2000 pages and then realizes she's a lesbian
Average indie comics in the 2010s: What it's like to have ADHD. I wouldn't wish adulting on my worst enemy. This is how I would have made Avatar: The Last Airbender as a white person
Average indie comics in the 2020s: Webtoon composed entirely of buzzwords and fandom tropes. Furries make out in apartments. What it's like to have auDHD
One thing I desperately miss is autobio by people who do stuff. Most comics right now are reheated genre tropes that are informed by television or games, and then filtered through the author's unremarkable and uninteresting life. (I myself am rather uninteresting, so I'd know!) Too many stories now are not borne from a textured place or incident, but from fantasy tropes endlessly smoothed and regurgitated, like a river stone passed down so far that nobody handling it has seen the river it came from.
I always understood the reason for it: the specific, heavy, risky stuff fell out of favor as soon as authors realized people were watching, and not with a forgiving eye. Some of those older authors really did self-report their insane stances on sex or race for decades. Problem is, that noxious stuff was interesting! The culture that ousted them was correct to, but the replacement was "identity" as a full sentence, rather than a modifier. Being something is safe, but doing and thinking is fraught. This has cost us tons of 90%-perfect voices. But at least we all know what it's like to have ADHD.
Okay this got me thinking. Online frustrations aside, I think a detailed and observational autobio about picking product in a warehouse would find an audience fairly easily. BUT a cascading problem of timid autobio is timid framing.
The problem is that most people who would make that comic think the story is “I’m bored here and capitalism sucks”. This is either because they can’t see what’s interesting about their day, or they believe that the point of a story is to come to the right conclusion, like an essay with characters in it. But the most affecting autobio I’ve read started by showing me something even mildly interesting about their life. Any cool or odd or creepy coworkers? What’s a weird order they got? Even if they don’t talk to anyone or want to know anything, what’s something they think about to cope with the boredom? The more the reader knows, the more insight and vocabulary they have to talk about how we can unfuck our lives.
Derf Backderf’s TRASHED is a great example— every page is a gross, funny story about working on a garbage truck. Dealing with weather and bosses and homeowners, getting dirty, crushing a piano, visiting the landfill, going to bars after work… the book is deeply-inhabited and certainly not perfectly-remembered, but it’s also insanely readable and unlike anything else.
But it takes an open mind to believe there’s a story worth telling. Too often I see characters in modern amateur comics depicted with retail jobs, but the story rushes to sending them home to look at a screen or smoke on their porch. What’s interesting is that these authors have less opportunities to be physically active than Derf’s 1980 stint hauling trash, but they also have less to say about when they -are- physically active. Or at least fewer -specific- things to say. I think observation can be part of self-care, and messy, honest journal comics can be a good outlet even if they don’t get shared widely.
Flipping through my copy, haw.