No spoilers ATLA thoughts thus far: One, I'm going to have to be beaten with a stick to quit making prequel memes jokes, two, mad props to the sound person for showing restraint and not sticking a whilhelm scream in at a moment where I had actually braced for it, and three, another fine show for my 'media where the council is making a stupid-ass decision that we SHOULD be ignoring' collection

so yes triumphant screeching at de-crapping the elf armour in this hell game may have temporarily been superseded by insane fucking shrieking that a quick and dirty test ACTUALLY WORKS? my dreams of having characters with a) not shit hair and b) modded hair that doesn't completely distract me the entire ass time I try to use it because the brain worms are too busy bitching about jesus christ girl get that hair out of your face YOU'RE GOING TO DIE

anyway I have an assignment on estuary invertabrates to write half a million .packages to raid for the good shit

sitting in the sun this morning having thoughts? feelings? about the way old letters were written. where idk if it was the difficulty and risk of travel, or post just not being as fast as it was in later years that changed it, but where the letter was written in chunks, over days, where you could glimpse the passage of time, and how what happened in the hours between paragraphs changed the mood of the writing. think the letter in P&P where jane goes from describing the mundanities of the days at longbourne, and then, next paragraph: 'since writing the above, we've had news of an alarming nature' that random inherent asynchronicity of the reader finding this out in *their* real time, and having only as much info as the writer had a week ago, while the writer is living in their future? it's like schrodinger's everything - death, marriage, was the baby born safely? did lydia actually do the stupid thing, or are we okay? you won't know until the post comes again

I wonder if we'll see that again, in a time where we have spread to other places, and unbreakable physics limits the speed of communication. imagine living on a whole nother world than the one that spawned your species, waiting for a email, or a video from family on titan or Ganymede to say you had a new grandkid? or that your wife got the job and is coming home to you? imagine hearing of a disaster where your sibling was, and knowing that you have to live through six weeks of agony waiting for the casualty lists to come through on the next light beam, and the abject relief when after months of waiting, it turns out they're okay, they just couldn't tell you until the priority transmissions had cleared

it's just really interesting to me that it might all come full circle again, that what our great great great something grandparents thought was incredible levels of communication and we think is archaic might be our several great grandkid's norm

i havent ever seen a post like this so

reblog this and tag what your named your Commander Shepard, what love interest you chose, and what class you chose in your favorite playthrough

Listen, I swear I will quit posting terrible screenshots of half-baked blender mashups of dragon age meshes at some point but not until I have finished with the goblin victory screeching because I have finally o b l i t e r a t e d that fucking chainmail from the dalish outfit. Can I explain why that detail, of all the many, many inexplicably stupid things in these games, has personally enraged me for the past nine years? no. Can I force everyone silly enough to follow this zombie account to behold my absolute crimes against everything I was ever taught about making meshes for gamedev and-slash-or game modding? yes. Also once more let me express what a manifest tragedy it is against me, personally, that Frosty doesn't allow me to hack at the cloth meshes, and that this apparently means I can't make my little buttflap dalish dress into proper Inquisitor armor.

also also please god someone stop me from attempting to replace the ef (and em, and probably definitely hf) arms with the buff ones from the qunari outfit i'm begging you

So I have many important things that are all due in the next three weeks so naturally this means that project Dalish up the elf Inquisitor’s armour is proceeding apace.

Me, returning after many years to do battle with DA:I mods: oh cool, lets see what's new! Me: ...frosty has mesh editing now? Me: oh no

Me, six weeks, and ever more crackheaded hacking at Frosty Editor later:

...all I wanted to do was give my Inquisitor those cute little elf footwrap booties for Skyhold. And yet, here I am, making a whole ass fucking armor overhaul because fuck you I want the Dalish leg armor on everything apparently.

Not me attempting not to screech laugh at a wedding reception because someone put ‘do you believe in magic’ on the playlist and all I can think of is that Anders vine

Me, taking a catch up class in chemistry so I can get into a plant science degree:

The tutor: …so the L and D stands for Levo and Dextro from the Latin -

Me:

Sure, you might have had A Day at work but at least you didn’t have cause to print this sign out 🐝

Yes hello please shame this purring jackass who I adore, who has managed to extract a kings ransom out of his humans with vet bills this year

I always hire my guests to help me with ‘chores’ (if they’re willing!), the kind of task that’s fun at first but less fun when you have to keep going for hours (burning all the broom bushes in the pasture, picking many kg of berries to make syrup, carrying a mountain of logs into the wood shed and building stable log piles so they don’t come cascading down later…) And every time I’m amazed by the way humans can make the most tedious tasks genuinely fun through… group dynamics? just the way people start interacting and bonding with each other when everyone is focused on the same repetitive physical activity. It’s hard to find examples because it’s always so specific to each situation; but I mean things like

people spontaneously specialising and developing a feeling of expertise and pride in their subtrade, no matter how silly (putting away firewood involved one Log Selecter outside going back and forth delivering logs to two Pile Builders who piled them up in the shed, and each rapidly created their own well-oiled System and became convinced it would be hard to replace them now that they had mastered their craft)

new vocabulary being coined and immediately adopted (the Pile Builders came up with nicknames for logs of different lengths and shapes so they could ‘order’ them from the Log Selecter more efficiently—”I’ve got a One-Armed Bandit here, I need another one to fit next to it, but with an ‘arm’ on the other side” “Here” “The arm is on the same side!” “Just turn it around and the arm will be on the other side”)

songs emerging almost by themselves (a song about fishing mussels was repurposed into a song about picking plums; a whole new song was invented to encourage weirdly-shaped logs to fit in with the others as we tried to fill all the gaps)

stories being told. Weaving a trivial task into a complex imaginary plot and context to make it more entertaining and meaningful

the extremely human compulsion to write down our knowledge to share it with future generations (I was told to take note of the best & quickest knot to tie up foliage when making tree hay, for the benefit of whoever does it next summer)

beliefs as to the Right Way To Do Things quickly solidifying into myths or superstitions, as we forget what drove us to do things this way in the first place, but trust that we had good reasons so now it’s the Way It’s Done

I always tell people to help only if they feel like it and we can stop anytime and I’ll finish later by myself, but what usually happens instead is that they want to come back at the same time next year to do this exact chore again because of how they’ve made it theirs in just a few days (or in one afternoon!) Give a group of humans a banal task and while they’re at it they will come up with a whole new inside slang, a few work songs and a handful of founding texts and myths, until it feels special and important. I love seeing the way these miniature folklores just emanate from people doing things together.

There was a post going around on twitter about sci-fi women in jumpsuits and - specifically - sci-fi women who lower the upper part of the jumpsuit to show arm muscles and... My Shep is a good candidate, isn't she?

The amount of effort ficwriter does in order to write a fic. "nah the story doesn't need to be that accurate it's just a fic I'm not getting any money out of it" and then as they keep writing and posting their browse history is something like "moon calendar in 1981"

Some day I want to see a show that does the “no filler episodes” thing from the opposite direction. Just a whole season worth of low-stakes character pieces that seem to move the overall story absolutely nowhere, then episode 26 pulls all the triggers at once and this massive Rube Goldberg machine of a plot the show’s been quietly setting up in the background the whole time hits you like a truck.

Me, a day after quitting the Chernobyl-reactor-two level toxic job I’ve had for the past nine years: wow why am I suddenly feeling light and happy and 1000% more creative than I have in forever??

Such a mystery, eh?

No prizes for guessing the colour of this little bastard’s medication 😑 we need it to go down the throat you asshole potato man, not on our sadly depleted chest fur