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I’m going to level with you. I have listened to The Devil Went Down to Georgia for most of my life. We were a country music household, this was a staple of my childhood along with Johnny Cash, Garth Brooks, and that one Chipmunks country album.
I have no idea what “Fire on the mountain run boys run/The Devil's in the house of the rising sun/Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough/Granny does your dog bite no child no” means and at this point I’m too scared to ask.
For once I can be of assistance.
Each of the lyrics comes from an old-time hickory song for fiddles, and is a lyric from that corresponding song.
"Fire on the Mountain" --> "Fire on the Mountain, run boys run"
Fire On The Mountain - Fiddle Player POV
"The House of the Rising Sun" --> "The Devil's in the house of the rising sun"
House of the Rising Sun
"Ida Red" --> "Chicken in the bread pan peckin' out dough"
Ida Red - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys
"Granny Will Your Dog Bite" --> "Granny does your dog bite? 'No child, no'."
FTC #149 Granny Will Your Dog Bite
And for your furthered education, The Mountain Whipporwill.
Mountain Whippoorwill (aka How Hillbilly Jim Won the Great Fiddler's Prize)
this is the key part of the song, that a lot of people miss. people have this misconception that the contest between Johnny and The Devil is about who is the better fiddle player. but it isn't. its about who is the better fiddler.
in a time before things like radios and record players, every time you heard music was because there was somebody in the room with you playing an instrument. and many, many, many social events involved dancing, which requires music. so, if you're planning any kind of gathering in the american south or appalachia, you need to find a fiddler. and the fiddler's job is to play music that everybody knows and likes and can dance to.
the mistake The Devil makes in his bet with Johnny is that he misinterprets the contest as being about technical ability, so he has this big flashy song. he plays fast and impressively with a band of demons playing unfamiliar instruments in unfamiliar rhythms. he's definitely more skilled at playing than Johnny, and thinks he has it in the bag.
but Johnny wins because the contest is about being the best fiddler. the song uses these lines mentioned above as a shorthand for saying that Johnny is playing these songs. Johnny launches into a set of the most popular songs, played well, and that's what gives him his big win. A good fiddler knows all the hits, and can read the room to know what to play next. The Devil loses because he completely fails to read the room, and doesn't know the right songs.
I like this take and still hold that while he won, Johnny lost because in the end, he fell to the vice of Pride.
SOUND. ON.
soundonsoundonsoundonsoundonsoundon!
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
Things you can do as a security guard instead of acting like a dickhead: a vent post disguised as advice
Offer alternatives: IE, “Sorry, nobody’s allowed to hang out over there, but we have seats over here you’re welcome to use”. I recommend getting familiar with local parks, public seating, free food programs, outreach, mobile aid, etc., just in case those are needed.
Be polite: IE, “Excuse me, sir”, “I beg your pardon, miss”. This should go without saying but everyone deserves dignity.
Avoid phrasing requests as orders: IE, “Don’t stand in front of that” VS “Excuse me, could you move a bit to the side?”. This works best with an explanation, like, “There’s a sign behind you”, or, “you might get clipped by someone”. This helps communicate that you are asking for a reason, not just throwing your weight around. If you don’t have a reason, rethink whether or not you need to be doing anything.
Avoid directing blame or fault. Don’t say, “The owner says you gotta go” when you could say, “I’m not supposed to let people be here for X period” or “do X thing”. Again, try to have alternatives ready so people can use other resources or do something else instead of just abruptly changing plans.
Come from a place of compassion whenever you can. People are gonna tell you to get rid of the crazy screaming guy. They say that because they’re frightened and don’t know what to do. Your best approach is, “Hello sir”, followed by, “How are you today?”, “how’s it going?”, “are you doing alright?”, etc., depending on what the person is ACTUALLY doing / saying when you get there. You can offer help from there if needed, or leave them alone if they’re not in danger or a risk to anyone.
Remember you’re not a cop. This can mean whatever you need it to mean. For me personally, that means that with incredibly rare exception (like trying to sell to kids, contaminating other’s food or drink) I won’t report you for drugs. If I find you doing drugs on my site I’ll tell you a different place where you can do them instead and ask you to do them there. I have interrupted drug deals to ask the client and the salesman to both kindly move 15 feet to the left, I’m not kidding, I do not care.
Know who you can throw under the bus. Sometimes you gotta enforce rules and be the bad guy and if that’s the fault of some dipshit in a suit 200 miles away, you can say that. Sorry man, I can’t let you park your car on the lawn. I know you’re not hurting anyone and frankly I think lawn culture is stupid but there’s other parking stalls and if my boss sees you I’ll get a write-up for not doing my job. Shit sucks sometimes but if it wasn’t me telling you it’d be the new guy, and between you and me he’s an idiot and he’ll probably just report you to bylaw.
Don’t just act like you’re their friend, genuinely try to be a good friend. If you know that someone is doing something that will only result in a bystander phoning police, don’t let them go down like that. Let them know, “hey man, you seem like you’re having a shit time and I get it, I’ll do what I can, but we gotta have this conversation somewhere else ‘cause we’re freaking out the old ladies.”
Swallow your tongue. You can’t fix the world. People are gonna bitch at you about communists and 5G and gangster rap ruining the neighbourhood, that’s just part of the deal. Nod along, remain neutral, shut down any hate speech, redirect if you can, and keep a limit in mind where you’ll have to shut things down.
Accept that sometimes there are no solutions. Yes, that angry guy who blasts music will be back tomorrow. That homeless woman who asks you to help her find her dog that she hasn’t had in 30 years will ask again, and yes, you’re still going to take a description and promise to keep an eye out. That kid who smokes crack behind the building has been clean for a few weeks and still stops by to say hi, and you hope he’ll get his life together and be happy, but he also might relapse and OD before he hits 25. Sometimes you just have to do the best you can, even if nothing is guaranteed.
Be kind to teenagers. Being a kid is hard, and everyone’s on their ass all the damn time for everything.
Remember that the vast majority of bad people aren’t bad, just unhappy. The guy who keeps showing up drunk and puking on the carpet is unhappy. The lady who bitches about the service every single time and keeps coming back anyway is unhappy. The guy who leaves trash everywhere is probably unhappy. If they were happy, maybe they’d do better, but they’re not, and that’s kinda sad. You don’t have to let them get away with their shit, but they probably aren’t actually a worthless human being either.
It doesn’t matter if 12 is true or not. You need to believe it or you will become a harsh and bitter person. Look for evidence that people are not terrible and invent it if you have to
Don’t let yourself become a bastard
Thanks, OP.
A couple nights ago, my roommate and I got home and found a strange car in our reserved parking space with its flashers on. I went into the nearest building lobby to ask if anyone owned a blue Thingy parked in space X with the flashers on, and nobody owned up, but a security guard got interested. When I said that yes, it was my reserved parking space I was trying to use, he tried to call a tow truck.
And I said no, I didn't want the Thingy towed. If the driver wasn't playing cards in the lobby of this building (a thing that happens, hence my checking there first), they were probably delivering for Doordash or Amazon, and getting their car towed could ruin their fucking life. They'd be back soon enough, probably before the tow truck could arrive, and literally none of this was worth destroying some poor schmuck. I would park in one of the open spaces on the other side of the complex that nobody liked to use, the security guard wouldn't issue me a citation for doing that instead of parking in my own space, and I'd move my car in an hour because there was no way anyone with their flashers on would be here longer than that. I didn't want white-lady vengeance; I wanted the dude to move his car and nobody to have their night ruined over a parking fuckup.
This speech caused the security guard to fully bluescreen because lots of residents here WOULD demand to have the Thingy towed and probably no one had brought up the whole delivery-driver-can't-afford-impound-fees thing before.
And while he was rebooting, a dude in a vest ran out of another building, said, "Oh, shit, I should move my car," got in the Thingy, and drove off.
One less act of bastardry.
15. do not openly discriminate against someone for being disabled and repeatedly insist they are "drunk" (when they are stone cold sober) to deny them entry - when all of your colleagues on every other night always let them in because they obviously aren't drunk just disabled. especially do not follow them around harassing them inside the venue if you were not working outside that night and someone else let them in
16. If you do do #15 - when you are inevitably fired for it do NOT then continue doing the same thing to the same person at a different bar
If a Super Bowl halftime show feels like an existential threat to you, that probably means your actual material conditions are stable enough that symbolic conflict has become your outlet.
who are u choosing for a staring contest?? 👁️👄👁️
All. Of them
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$20 to rent a movie online for 48 hours i need yall to get so real right now bc that is insane. “that’s the average cost” which is a problem!! if im paying $20 i better get the film on dvd to have and watch forever
and before i get the “what about seeing ig at the movie theater” comments
i dont have a 60 foot screen and high tech surround sound audio and fancy seats at home. i will pay $20 to watch a movie once with friends for the experience in the theater. i will absolutely not pay $20 to watch a movie on my laptop lmfao
£15/$20 is the price of a fucking DVD. That you keep. I'm not paying that much to rent fuck all, you must be joking.
Are all of you really too young to remember how it used to be before corporations stopped selling you things that became yours in perpetuity after you paid for them and started charging you rent for everything?
Not to mention that unless you rip your own digital files (and sometimes even if you do), some corporation can and will delete your media on a whim. Guess how I found that out?
There are a lot of reasons to oppose monarchy but one of the most overlooked is that the king is always getting stuck in some kind of hazardous puzzle chamber filling up with gravel or lava or something. Do your fucking job man
Diagram I made to explain the importance of me having a hyperfixation at all times
Many people seem to have the misunderstanding that if one doesn’t have a hyperfixation, they will have more time to think normal thoughts. This however, is incorrect. The amount of normal thoughts thunk by the average neurodivergent stays relatively the same, it’s the amount of bad thoughts thunk that changes depending on the intensity of ones’ hyperfixation. Yes I am a neuroscientist trust me
The Planet Crafter - Humble
Context: The Planet Crafter (Game) Fanfic Blurb: Short entry format from the POV of a Planet Crafter through the Terraforming process. Update: Sporadic (as I get time to play, I will update accordingly)
Planetfall - Humble
A convict. Let it be known they labeled me a convict and sentenced me to "terraforming" a planet. What was my crime? The crime of speaking up, of refusing to be silent.
Vesta was dying. That was the uncomfortable truth I refused to be silent about. My report showed clearly the effect of the systematic abuse of the planet's resources. My report was either extensively redacted or never saw the light of day; who knows after my "trial."
My sentence served two purposes. First, it put me where my voice could not be heard. Second, it forced me to make a home my people could move to when the inevitable happened.
So I'm here, on a planet named Humble. Ironic if you think about it. This is what they hoped to do to me - humble me. This is exactly what they need to do, be humbled. Either way, my sentence is to turn this baked dust ball into something livable.
Dust ball is the accurate term. The red clouds of dust would be choking if the atmosphere were breathable.
They were kind enough to give me enough resources to last about a week. I need to find what resources I can to make a sustainable base.
getting into the habit of writing for fun again. something I lost for a while. just some Planet Crafter RP. it's a fun game. it takes the whole farming/gathering/crafting cozy vibe to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL