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sometipsygnostalgic · 2 months
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If Entrapta's character is like a feral shonen protagonist (Goku or Luffy) became a scientist instead of a fighter, then what is her opposite?
What character in fiction is like if a calculated mad scientist type (think Princess Bubblegum or Bulma) became a fighter instead?
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I made a ninjago bracelet with clay beads
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stardustedknuckles · 8 months
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The thing about math and English analysis/essays is that they both have formulas, and people are taught their whole lives that math is predictable and safe and logical, whereas English is more exception than rule and you must work on vibes alone unless you become some kind of monk who can diagram sentences and I'm like. The fact that I can diagram a sentence is why I like grammar. Everything has a place and everything goes in its place. And tbh, algebra is about the only math that stays predictable and safe and even it's full of theorems and whatnot - just not as bad as other maths. I know the structure of an analytical essay as surely as I know the quadratic formula. I can solve for a thesis paragraph as well as I can for x. They are siblings to me, and there was a moment where I wanted to maybe be a math teacher until I realized the sheer level of actual theoretical guesswork I would have to absorb in order to just be left alone with my algebra.
Idk man, pattern recognition is a hell of an instinct. I've never really understood the divide between math and English (the subject, as it pertains to analysis and essays). Things that can be solved by formula are safe, and that's not just math. It's just that with English and writing/grammar, you learn the rules and formulas so that you can better make your point in an academic setting. It's a tool in order to execute a belief or a project. It's communication. It's purposefully setting up a trope and then turning it inside out just for fun because you know what everyone is expecting. You know the rules your readers have learned because you learned them too, and you've learned that individuality is stored in the nuances and exceptions you're most keen to explore.
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hoonvrs · 1 year
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isn’t it crazy that i miss doing maths
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actual-changeling · 1 year
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thursdays are my "hopefully i will write a lot" days cause i sit my ass down in a cafe after my advanced maths class and drink overpriced coffee for three hours while pouring angst into an empty document
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ilikedetectives · 1 year
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drzephyr · 7 months
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it's funny how to be perceived as smart one just needs good enough memory.. it's not my fault I can't remember any numbers/dates/names passively, so I have to go through vigorous, directed studying T-T
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noriakicatkyoin · 2 years
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if i make this fic be released chapter by chapter itll be the first time i wrote a fic with proper proper chapters in almost 4 years 1. fucking disgusting i was 15 almost 4 years ago. 2. this would in fact make it easier to write but my control freak self would not be able to make major retroactive edits and thus would have to trust myself and stop editing 14 million times. hideous task but a possible one
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actualtoad · 2 years
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this has been such a weird last couple weeks of school though
#like i feel like my mental illness really pushed itself to the front for the last while there#not that it’s gone like im still within that time period i think#i just feel like i had a pretty regular routine going for some months there#like. wake up get on bus sleep on bus struggle through classes go home sleep wake up repeat#so i guess i was already pretty mentally ill. but my routine has changed to like#wake up at 3:30 wake up again at 7 get on bus sleep a little struggle through first hour sleep through second hour skip third hour#don’t turn in my fourth hour assignments go to french and pretend to be happy go to raider time and be uncomfortably quiet and then#stay after school for as long as possible to avoid setting foot at home for as long as possible#and then add in a couple mental breakdowns per week about the only adult who’s ever been like. kind. to me. in this way#anyway my math class just started and it’s just going to be a straightforward work day#our college grades are finalized but for the high school grade we’re allowed to retake any tests we did badly on#so i might retake the chapter five test. im just worried that i might do worse this time around#but anyway for today that’s not what we’re doing that. that’s an option for next week. im just going to stay here#but yeah. idk. im still filled with a huge amount of fear just about the idea of not having somewhere to go#like. i can’t drive. if the school bus isn’t taking me to school every day i just don’t have the support system i have during the year#idk. tara and elanor both live within walking distance. i just. definitely don’t feel that comfortable talking to them about stuff#or asking them for help with anything that’s very important#hey i just found out the kid who ‘‘prefers to be called daddy’’ dropped this class. good for us#can i tell you how uncomfortable it is. as the only person in this class with a name different from the one on the roster#for this random kid to be out here making fun of the idea of that#and saying he prefers to be called DADDY. it was. an interesting thing#to be fair it’s kind of funny. it just made me uncomfortable and he’s for sure transphobic so#it just wasn’t a good look all in all. even if it was a little creative#anyway my playlist is playing twinkle lights by the sonder bombs now. i love this song too. im going to turn off tumblr though#just out of respect for my teacher. i guess. like i should be doing something important right now#he gave us a work day and i should probably work about it#me. my post. mine.#delete later
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sillyfudgemonkeys · 2 months
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asdfghjkl you sound so exhausted after that last ask; i take it p5 and pq2 really took it outta ya huh?
*lays down*
Huh didn't think I did. TT0TT
But yeah P5 and PQ2 def took a lot outta me.....(Futaba and cognition being the biggest issue for me).
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xenopuslaevis · 3 months
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rammingthestein · 7 months
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just gasped audibly because i've noticed ANOTHER misspelling of oliver's last name for maybe the fifth time on MY OWN POST. this will be the end of me
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hoeterra · 8 months
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I know this topic has been discussed to death on tungle but my favorite trend I've been seeing lately is coffee nerds saying things like "I hear Starbucks is charging an arm and a leg this season for a pumpkin spice latte so I'm gonna show you how to make it at home for around $1.37" and then pulling out $4k worth of espresso equipment
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zooophagous · 1 year
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So why do you hate the advertising industry?
Hokay so.
Let me preface this with some personal history. It's not relevant to the sins of the advertising industry perse but it illustrates how I started to grow to hate it.
I wanted to be a veterinarian growing up, but to be a vet you basically have to be good enough to get into medical school. I do not have the math chops or discipline to make it in medical school. I went into art instead, and in a desperate attempt to find some commercial viability that didn't involve moving to California, I went into graphic design.
I've been a graphic designer for about seven or eight years now and I've worn a lot of hats. One of them was working in a print shop. Now, the print shop had a lot of corporate customers who had various ad campaigns. One of them was Gate City Bank, which had a bigass stack of postcards ordered every couple months to mail to their customers.
Now, paper comes from Dakota Paper, and they make their paper the usual way. Somewhere far, far from our treeless plain there is a forest of tall trees. These trees are cut down and put on big fossil fuel burning trucks and hauled to a paper mill that turns them into pulp while spewing the most fowl odors imaginable over the neighboring town and loads the pulp up with bleach to give it a nice white color.
Then the paper is put on yet another big truck and hauled off to the local paper depot, then put on another big truck and delivered to my print shop, where I turned the paper into postcards telling people to go even deeper into debt to buy a boat because it's almost summer. The inks used are a type of nasty heat sensitive plastic that is melted to the surface of the paper with heat. Then the postcards are put on yet ANOTHER truck and sent to the bank, which puts them on ANOTHER truck and finally into the hands of their customers, who open their mail and take one look at the post card and immediately discard it.
Heaps and heaps and literal hundreds of pounds of literal garbage created at the whim of the marketing team several times a year. And thats just one bank in one city.
I came to realize very quickly that graphic design was the delicate art of turning trees into junk mail.
And wouldn't you know it there are a TON of companies that basically only do junk mail. Many of them operate under the guise of a "charity," sending you pictures of suffering children or animals and begging for handouts and when they get those handouts the executives take a nice fat cut, give some small token amount to whatever cause they pay lip service to, and then put the rest of the cash right back into making more mailers. "Direct mail marketing" they call it.
Oh but maybe it's not so bad, you can advertise online after all. Now that there's decent ad blocker out there and better anti-virus ads usually don't destroy your computer anymore just by existing.
Except now when I search for the exact business I want on Google it's buried under three or four different "promoted search items" tricking me into clicking on them only to shoot themselves in the foot because I searched for the specific result I wanted for a reason and couldn't use those other websites even if I felt like it.
And now we have advertising on YouTube and on every streaming service, forcing more and more eyes onto the ad for the brand new Buick Envision that parks itself because you're too stupid to do it on your own.
Oh thats ok maybe I'll get Spotify premium and go ad free and listen to some podcasts- SIKE we have the hosts of your show doing the song and dance now. Are you depressed and paranoid from listening to my true crime podcast about murdered and mutilated teenagers? That's ok, my sponsor Better Help can keep you sane enough to stay alive and spend more money.
It's gotten so terrible that now you have content farms, huge hubs of shell companies that crank out video after video to get more and more precious clicks. Which if the videos were innocuous maybe that wouldn't be so awful except now you have cooking hacks that can actually burn your house down and craft hacks that can electrocute you being flung into your eyes at the speed of mach fuck so some slimy internet clickbait jockey doesn't need to get a real job.
It of course goes without saying that animals are also relentlessly exploited by clickbait companies that will put them in compromising situations on purpose to create a fake fishing hack video or even just straight up killing them for sport by feeding small animals to a pufferfish that rips them apart for the camera.
And all of this, ALL of this doesn't even touch how adveritising is the death of art in general. Queer topics, any kind of interesting art, any kind of sex or substance use topics are scrubbed clean and hidden at the behest of advertisers.
Sex education, a nude statue, topics such as racism or sexism or bigotry in general have tags purged or hidden from search, even life saving information about SDTs or drug use, because if someone saw that and complained then Verizon might sell fewer tablets and we can't fucking have that.
Conservative talking heads often bitch and moan that they're being censored on social media. The stupid part is, they're right! They are being censored! But it's not by a woke mob, it's by ATT and Coca Cola not wanting their adspace sharing screen time with their stupid fucking opinions.
However, they won't ever figure that out, because the talking heads they get their marching orders from like Tucker and Jones ALSO rely on the sweet milk flowing from the sponsorship teat and they aren't about to turn on their meal ticket so they have to come up with even stupider shit to say for the train to continue rolling.
I managed to rant this far without even getting into the ads I see for the beauty industry. The other day a botox ad described wrinkles as "moderate to severe crows feet" as if wrinkles are a symptom of a fucking serious disease! Like having a flaw in your skin is a medical problem that you need thousands of dollars of literal botulism toxin to fix! I was incandescent with anger.
Advertising is a polluting, censoring, anti educational and anti art industry at it's very core. It destroys human connections, suppresses human thought and makes us hate our own bodies. It ads no value, actively detracts from value, and serves no real purpose and I believe it should be almost if not entirely banned.
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eelhound · 9 months
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"The idea of reforming Omelas is a pleasant idea, to be sure, but it is one that Le Guin herself specifically tells us is not an option. No reform of Omelas is possible — at least, not without destroying Omelas itself:
If the child were brought up into the sunlight out of that vile place, if it were cleaned and fed and comforted, that would be a good thing, indeed; but if it were done, in that day and hour all the prosperity and beauty and delight of Omelas would wither and be destroyed. Those are the terms.
'Those are the terms', indeed. Le Guin’s original story is careful to cast the underlying evil of Omelas as un-addressable — not, as some have suggested, to 'cheat' or create a false dilemma, but as an intentionally insurmountable challenge to the reader. The premise of Omelas feels unfair because it is meant to be unfair. Instead of racing to find a clever solution ('Free the child! Replace it with a robot! Have everyone suffer a little bit instead of one person all at once!'), the reader is forced to consider how they might cope with moral injustice that is so foundational to their very way of life that it cannot be undone. Confronted with the choice to give up your entire way of life or allow someone else to suffer, what do you do? Do you stay and enjoy the fruits of their pain? Or do you reject this devil’s compromise at your own expense, even knowing that it may not even help? And through implication, we are then forced to consider whether we are — at this very moment! — already in exactly this situation. At what cost does our happiness come? And, even more significantly, at whose expense? And what, in fact, can be done? Can anything?
This is the essential and agonizing question that Le Guin poses, and we avoid it at our peril. It’s easy, but thoroughly besides the point, to say — as the narrator of 'The Ones Who Don’t Walk Away' does — that you would simply keep the nice things about Omelas, and work to address the bad. You might as well say that you would solve the trolley problem by putting rockets on the trolley and having it jump over the people tied to the tracks. Le Guin’s challenge is one that can only be resolved by introspection, because the challenge is one levied against the discomforting awareness of our own complicity; to 'reject the premise' is to reject this (all too real) discomfort in favor of empty wish fulfillment. A happy fairytale about the nobility of our imagined efforts against a hypothetical evil profits no one but ourselves (and I would argue that in the long run it robs us as well).
But in addition to being morally evasive, treating Omelas as a puzzle to be solved (or as a piece of straightforward didactic moralism) also flattens the depth of the original story. We are not really meant to understand Le Guin’s 'walking away' as a literal abandonment of a problem, nor as a self-satisfied 'Sounds bad, but I’m outta here', the way Vivier’s response piece or others of its ilk do; rather, it is framed as a rejection of complacency. This is why those who leave are shown not as triumphant heroes, but as harried and desperate fools; hopeless, troubled souls setting forth on a journey that may well be doomed from the start — because isn’t that the fate of most people who set out to fight the injustices they see, and that they cannot help but see once they have been made aware of it? The story is a metaphor, not a math problem, and 'walking away' might just as easily encompass any form of sincere and fully committed struggle against injustice: a lonely, often thankless journey, yet one which is no less essential for its difficulty."
- Kurt Schiller, from "Omelas, Je T'aime." Blood Knife, 8 July 2022.
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nosferatufaggot · 1 year
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I started knitting this thing last year. For maybe about a month I worked on it and it looks like shit. Put it away in a cabinet for an entire year. Started working on it about four days ago. Already done more than I did in that month and it actually looks good. And by "looks good" I mean looks like I'm making a scarf and not whatever the fuck I was making before.
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