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ElGringo300

@elgringo300 / elgringo300.tumblr.com

This is where I like to brag about how much I don’t know about things. Been here since September 2020, thats as much for you as it is for me to remember Star Trek fan. Star Wars enjoyer. Sabaton enjoyer. Fan of most things fantasy and some things anime
Catholic Christian, feel free to send my asks for prayer requests. Or anything else, actually
i also have a writeblr @TalesFromGringolandia.

do y’all remember that short story where a scientist like, raises his daughter with no contact from the outside world and teaches her english wrong, like he teaches her that ‘yes’ and ‘no’ have the opposite meaning than they actually do and that ‘up’ means ‘down’ and vice versa, and then this guy meets her and starts to teach her what the words actually mean and she kinda sorta starts to get it and like, realize that it’s fucked up

and then one day she’s not home and the house is on fire and her dad’s inside and the firefighters are like ‘is there anyone inside’ and she says ‘no’ and we don’t know whether she understands what she’s saying or not

wild

no I do not but please tell me more

What IS it with short stories that are just seven crunchy layers of fucked up?

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There’s another one from the same author about a salesman who goes from town to town selling his miracle glue. He gives demonstations showing that if you rejoin two pieces of cut rope with it, the rope can hold up a car! (And of course, a chain is only as strong as its weakest link).

But it turns out he’s a conman, and while the glue does work, it dissolves after a few hours of use, which is why the salesman keeps moving from town to town. And we see a few scenes of people caught up in the scam, like a guy who’s canoe sinks because he plugged a hole using the glue, or an old lady crying because her fine china - which she thought she could finally repair for good - breaks apart again.

And then the salesman meets another inventor, who presents his portable flying machine. It’s a little box you attach to your wrist like a watch, and it really lets you fly! The inventor says he actually made two, and lets the salesman borrow one, and they go flying together. It’s quite fun, to the point of losing track of time, and the two seem to get along, conversing all the while.

The salesman loves the flying and the conversation, they’re miles up and it’s thrilling. But the inventor admits the two flying machines are miles apart in terms of quality, and he decided to give the better one to the salesman for their little flight.

 After all, it’s made using the salesman’s miracle glue.

Whoa! I recognised these plots right away! These are both short stories by australian author, Paul Jennings - “No is Yes” and “Strap Box Flyer” respectively I believe!

They were both published in his “Un-” series of short story compilations with titles like “Unbelievable”, “Uncanny”, “Unreal” etc.

I read those books over and over when I was growing up and the plots of early seasons of the iconic Aussie kids show “Round The Twist” are actually based on his short stories!

He wrote heaps of other really cool stories I definitely recommend checking out! Paul Jennings is fantastic! 😎👌

Hey do you have that reaction image of "I am all jacked up on the Holy Water" or something like that? I've seen you post that before.

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Oh wow that’s an old one, but I’m afraid I have no idea how to find it. It was the kid from Ricky Bobby who originally says “jacked up on Mountain Dew” for reference if you want to make your own though. Deepest apologies :(

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Conlanging for cheaters

quick tips for creating fantasy language(s) that look believable if you squint

  1. Pick a few rules about what letter/sound combinations can and cannot exist (or are common/uncommon). For example, in English, "sp" or "st" can begin a word, but in Spanish they can't. The "ng" sound (or the voiced velar nasal if you want to get technical), can't appear at the beginning of a syllable in English, but it can in at least of third of languages around the world. English allows for consonant clusters (more than one consonant together without a vowel), but some languages, such as Hawaiian, don't. Picking a few distinctive rules that are different from English or the language you are writing in, and sticking to them, will yield a lot better results than just keysmashing.
  2. Assign meaning to a few suffixes, prefixes, or roots. A simple and useful example of this is making up a particle that means -land or -city or -town, and tacking it onto your appropriate place names. You could also have a particle with a similar meaning to the "er/or one we have in English, such as in "baker," "singer," or "operator," and then incorporate it in your fantasy titles or professions. It's like an Easter egg for careful readers to figure out, and it will make your language/world feel more cohesive.
  3. Focus on places and names. You usually don't need to write full sentences/paragraphs in your conlang. What you might want to do with it is name things. The flavor of your language will seep in from the background, with the added benefit of giving readers some hints on background lore. For example, you could have a conlang that corresponds to a certain group of people, and a character with a corresponding name could then be coded as being from that group without having to specify. A human-inhabited city with an elven-sounding name might imply that it was previously inhabited by elves.
  4. You don't have to know what everything means. Unless you are Linguistics Georg R. R. Tolkien, you probably don't want to (and shouldn't!) actually make up a whole language. So stick some letters together (following your linguistic rules, of course) and save fretting over grammar and definitions for the important stuff.
  5. (Bonus) This isn't technically conlanging, but it can be fun to make up an idiom or two for your fantasy culture (just in English or whatevs) and sprinkle that in a few times. The right made-up idiom can allude to much larger cultural elements without you having to actually explain it.

Congrats! You now have a conlang you can dust over your wip like an appropriate amount of glitter. Conlangs can be intimidating, just because there's so much you can do, but that doesn't mean you have to do it all. So yeah anyway here's what I would recommend; hope y'all have fun :D

Anonymous asked:

Tell me about the olm?

olms are blind translucent salamanders that spend their entire lives in caves. they're about a foot long and can go literally years without twitching a single muscle. they only breed something like once a decade, and they can live for over 70 years.

aaaand they're also one of the biggest organisms to be totally cave-bound!

see, the thing about caves is that there's... not a whole lot going on. once you go pass through the Bat Zone and enter the parts of the cave where the only residents spend their entire lives there, you discover this:

yeah. these chambers have spent literally thousands of years away from the sun in unchanging darkness, so there's really not many nutrients passing through the food web here.

pretty much only the tiniest mere dribblings of nutrients are occasionally washed through underground rivers that pass through the cave, sustaining tiny cave fish and invertebrates. and also the olm, giant among its cave siblings.

so because there is so very little food and nutrimants around, olms have adapted to just. not use energy. at all.

they don't expend ANY energy at all unless it's to sip up a passing particle in the water. they are as still as statues otherwise, biding their time.

oh, I do NOT like looking at it head on.

and once they've built up enough reserves, they'll go find a similarly motivated partner to go create some little olms with! but then it's back to a decade of stillness in the dark for Olm.

it's okay, though. they've got time.

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‘Steady’ - my favourite painting. Watercolour and acryla gouache. 

[Image description: a cool toned painting of a huge ox in between mountains. The ox has extremely wide horns. On top of the horns and its body, there is a city. The ox, the city, and the background are blue with some gold accents. End ID.]

Story time:

In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.

Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.

What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.

The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.

So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.

There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.

sometimes the executive function fairy godmother finally shows up, whacks you, and then you’ve got to run around like cinderella on a midnight deadline trying to get things done before time runs out and your brain makes it illegal again

"posts that have 10k notes to me" then do it, coward. what's stopping you from reblogging it 250 times a day for 40 days? what's stopping you from clogging up everyone's dashboard? your own cowardice? your flimsy spine, made of not bone but lime-flavored jell-o? get out of my sight

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"posts that have 10k notes to me" then do it, coward. what's stopping you from reblogging it 250 times a day for 40 days? what's stopping you from clogging up everyone's dashboard? your own cowardice? your flimsy spine, made of not bone but lime-flavored jell-o? get out of my sight

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You got it, Boss