beating your ass is my hyperfixation and brother? im about to start infodumping
And speaking of scurvy, I am eternally amused by the thing where some ancient form of healing that was born in a time where people didn't know exactly how the human body works, or what causes it to stop working sometimes, that still somehow worked. Like how so many old folk medicinal plants were listed as a cure for various ailments that - from a modern view - are clearly just symptoms of scurvy, and the plant itself is rich in vitamin C.
I recall reading some story, no recollection of the exact time or place, where the king of a large empire suffered from constant horrible headaches and was incapable of falling asleep unless drugged or blackout drunk. Sick of taking temporary fixes to dull the pain and having to be sedated every night, he called up some old sage healer who was said to know how to fix things nobody else could explain, and the healer heard his symptoms and went
"Hmm. You spend too much time being a king. Your skull is packed so full of kingly thoughts that they don't all fit in there and that's why your head is in pain. You need to spend time not being a king." And prescribed him to schedule three days every month where he must go to a peasant village where nobody knows he's the king, live with a family there under a fake name and identity, work in the rice fields with them, eating the same food and sleeping on the same mats. Absolutely nobody is allowed to address him as the king, speak to him of any royal or political matters, and he himself is not allowed to think any kingly thoughts or think of himself as the king.
And naturally, this worked. Taking a regular scheduled break from a highly stressful office desk job to completely decompress, paired with physical exercise in the form of hard but simple physical labour, plain and simple food and Just Not Thinking About Your Fucking Job All The Time does help chronic stress, which here was worded as "spending too much time being a king clogs your brain."
Sometimes you do have ghosts in your blood, though I'm not entirely sure whether you should do cocaine about it.
rip to all the “fuckyeah___” blogs that carried our society at one point </3
It has been brought to my attention that since I had translated the self profiles for the Top 5 previously, a new tweet has come out for the Ha siblings! I have a day off today, so I took a crack at translating this real quick—Su-Chang's words/things that apply to both are in black, and Su-Yeon's are in orange:
the new pornbots’ url game is INSANE. complicit-rotting and warmmourning you would have done numbers if you were real
there should be food courts for drinks. "drinks court". your buddy can get a hot chocolate, you can get a nice glass of white wine. some kid can get a pepsi. girls can get bubble tea. drinks court.
Oh no, you must've misheard me. I never said morally GRAY, I said morally GAY. As in he takes a certain homosexual approach to dealing with ethical dilemmas. Also he's killed 200 people
i work at the ouroboros factory, making the little ouroboros. most days i dont even know where to start.
it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner
when my aunt's best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.
when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it's on a necklace that he never takes off.
what i'm trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.
[TV Documentary about a disaster]
[loud bwaa] "IT WAS THE DEAD OF NIGHT" [actor playing the captain: "The hell was that?"] [bad explosion png] "WENT EVERYTHING WHEN WRONG" [footage of actors shouting and being scared] [Some random professor: "It was unavoidable] "THE SS. HURRICANE WAS BEAT DOWN" [Actor playing the captain: "Mayday mayday!"] "BLOWN UP" [different footage of an explosion png] "AND FLOODING" [Actors are seen running away from water] "WITH BARELY AN HOUR LEFT AFLOAT, WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN" [Some different professor: The fact it didnt just fall instantly to the bottom of the ocean killing everyone is just (uncomfortable pause) astonishing] [loud bwaaa] [it is 1 hour and 30 minutes long]
[Youtube Video about the same disaster]
[calm subtle music] "Its April 30th, 1998, just off the coast of New Barley, Manamiera. The SS. Hurricane is on its final voyage at sea before retirement. Its peace waters when at 9:43 PM, disaster strikes." [Crude but helpful visual of a basic model of the SS. Hurricane is animated in the background] "Here in the engine room, a forgotten valve bursts. Attempts were made to fix the leak, but soon more valves end up bursting as well. Welds were quickly brought in to patch the issue, but a secret leak of oil quickly caused an explosion" [some more crude recreations of the event] "But before we get into the meat of this deadly sinking, lets take a moment to thank our sponser, NordVPN" [the video is 20 minutes max]
You’re sitting there unkissed and I’m sitting here also unkissed maybe….there’s a solution to our problems…..no……surely it can’t be that simple…..
in junior year of highschool my art teacher would let our ceramics class play music of our choice off of her desktop. we usually used spotify or youtube but she did have one album downloaded on her computer. it was a halloween sound effects/ambience collection. i dont remember why she had it. there was a track on there called "burning screams" which was exactly what it sounds like. just a cacophony of screams alongside crackling fire. she only let us play it on very special occasions, and we would cheer and jump with joy every time. it was like a pizza party to us
please imagine 6 teenagers with giant sad puppy eyes looking at a dear sweet 50 something year old art teacher and asking "may we please hear burning screams"
i remember when we were in typography II and also editorial design I we got shown the fucking text hierarchy image
and I'm seeing more and more people not grasping this concept when editing so i thought that if for some reason you haven't seen this image i probably shouldn't gatekeep it. Text hierarchy is literally essential knowledge to make yourself understood. Try to have an order in your text, investigate, test things, show your edits to people and ask "hey what order are you reading this on?" because the golden rule is that your design should be easy to interpret most of the time.