This weird, grating audio track of a battle gets stuck in an infinite loop on the Planetside mission. It seems like a bug, but then Liam comments, “what’s that sound?” so I start thinking maybe the godawful cacophony is meant to be ambient noise. I keep playing until my mind can’t take it anymore then quit to desktop. Guess what’s still playing over my headphones? I check the task manager. Andromeda isn’t active. I quit out of Origin. Still no end to the ear-splitting otherworldly screeching. Restarting my computer finally fixed it, but congratulations Andromeda~ I’ve never had that happen in a game before, not even a Bethesda game ;D
(imma cheat and say the entire song. the imagery in the lyrics across their entire discography is just fucking phenomenal. i can’t be pressed to pick just one from this song. sorry, i luff them. and be warned, they are noisy)
“the giant swan’s got ghosts in his wings his guts are stuffed with polaroids and they’re all humiliating and when the wine’s drunk and the wild cabaret has sung its last voice and you’re sitting alone in the 4 a.m. darkness of a pitch-black theater he explodes like fireworks on the stage with gold smoke sing, your voice just won’t stop blooming he wrote a play and you’re the protagonist all the girls you wish you’d fucked make a guest appearance and oh, you just won’t believe the ending so fly me home, giant swan the giant swan’s got a pixelated beak his eyes are twin mushroom clouds his feathers are unsuspecting cities and his breasts are hollow apartments with the finest quality furnishings and you can watch tv until you die there skin draped over luxury chairs sing, your voice just won’t stop blooming your heart’s a diamond, buddy, what’s the price? your heart’s a diamond, what’s the fucking price? your skin is cheap and your hair is shoddy sit and watch the ballerinas kick and spin and strip down to your vulgar skeleton you better take one more drink of Captain Morgan’s rum it’s gonna sting like a raw sunrise when they black swan’s gone back at the resort the curtains closed you haven’t left the room for two solid weeks with a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call girls perform their services and you have to leave CNN on so you don’t think about her newborn son who entered this town from the crotch you’re renting out who’s at the door? what the fuck! who’s at the door? what the fuck! who’s at the door? what the fuck! your heart is sweating and your hands are turning black your shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask is that a machete at your throat? give me all your money! give me all your dope! and the sun’s like a painting of your whole life you scratch at the canvas, but you can’t get inside the sun’s like a painting of your whole life you scratch at the canvas, but you can’t get inside your family’s gurgling grief you think you’re fast asleep is that the curtain closing? giant swan, take me to the river is that my flesh corroding? giant swan, take me to the river all the things you wish you’d said are buried with your x’d out head all your ulterior motives giant swan, take me to the river giant swan, take me to the river giant swan, take me to the river”
cancer ~ laughing til crying, wheezer, baby cry laugh sometimes embarrassment Leo ~ Lion’s Roar, a gaffaw, hands flailing wildly, thighs are slapped, the heart rate increases virgo ~ covering their mouths, bursts out, shrill high pitch
Libra ~ beautiful laugh, melodic, can be an embarrassed giggle. good at the fake laugh scorpio - a snicker, good control of facial muscles, but they can find the absolute hilarious in things
sagittarius - belly laugh, a contagious carry on, the eyes widen and smile too Capricorn ~ a big belly roar, the body is convulsive, the more they try to suppress it the louder and more uncontrollable it becomes. loud, repetitious, like a split personality
Aquarius - impulsive bursts of laughter, a bit of a cacophony. the sarcastic laugh, ‘ha’. clever enough to master it
Pisces - a big build up, contagious, begins with a grin and becomes uncontainable, often toward tears. its a stoner laugh, whats so funny, only pisces sees the joke
I want to play a game of D&D where every character is a bard
each bard plays a different genre of music
there’s like a country bard and a metal bard and a rap bard
they can use Spotify and YouTube to play music so when they try to do stuff together it’s just a cacophony of different music styles
it would be so fun
“A doctor at Arkham once described for me The Joker’s state of mind: imagine trying to solve the world’s most difficult math equation while you’re surrounded by six televisions that sit five inches from your face–all tuned to different stations, all rapidly switching channels, all with the volume at full blast. That’s what it’s like to be The Joker.” - Batman: Cacophony
the adventure zone is an eclectic mix of genres and its funny and lighthearted but with a pinch of drama, its interesting and captivating and it has a bunch of npc characters of all shapes and sizes, races, genders, sexualities etc.
you want a canonically gay wizard flirting with death? you got it.
a dragonborn and an orc in a canon wlw relationship? thats there too.
nonbinary characters? yep! they’re in there
its a fucking beautiful cacophony with a steady underlying narrative that’s bigger than anything i could have imagined and the boys play it so so well
its good for a laugh, its good for a serious story, its good for listening to when you’re walking to or from work, when you’re bussing or driving somewhere or if you’re working on something and need to keep your ears occupied
i seriously cannot recommend a better podcast to listen to
Why Academic Accommodations Are Important (Even When They Aren't Perfect)
Let me tell you a story.
About five years ago, when I was in an earlier stage of developing my disability (and before that condition was diagnosed), I took a math test. The physical act of writing was a painful for me, and I had no academic accommodations to help me complete the exam. For the first couple questions, I did okay. Writing hurt, but I was able to focus my brain on the math in front of me. By the time I got to the middle of the test, though, the pain was starting to break through my focus. I made many little mistakes, but I couldn’t focus well enough to find them. I knew my answers were wrong, but I couldn’t process mathematics over the screaming cacophony of my pain. By the end of the exam, it felt like someone was twisting a knife inside of my wrist while simultaneously stabbing me with a fork in the elbow. I could not think. I could not reason. I could barely contain my tears. I turned in an incomplete exam, and I started sobbing as soon as I got out of the classroom. I failed the exam.
Just a few months ago, I took another exam. This exam was much longer and much more important. It was scheduled to last nine hours across two days, and I absolutely had to pass it in order to progress in my PhD program. And there was one other important difference: this time, I had academic accommodations. I was registered with disability services, and I had had extensive discussions with my program director to negotiate appropriate accommodations for this crucial exam. I received twice as much time to work on the exam, and I was allowed to take four days instead of two to complete it. I had unlimited rest breaks and a physically comfortable workspace, including a mat where I could lie down during my breaks. I also had assistive technology. I “wrote” all of my answers by speaking to a computer.
The exam was still exhausting. At the end of it, I still wanted to collapse in bed for an indeterminate amount of time. And I did make a couple of errors near the end of the exam that I would not have made in a well-rested and pain-minimal state. I also know that I was still somewhat limited by my restricted ability to do hand computations (due to hand and arm pain made much worse by repetitive fine motor activities).
So, no, the accommodations were not perfect. They did not remove my disability or put me on “a level playing field” with my abled peers. But that does not negate their importance.
This exam went much better than predecessor. This time, I was actually able to demonstrate my mastery of mathematics. This time, I passed.
Just as important: this time I didn’t leave the room almost sobbing. I didn’t return to my bedroom afterwords and cry for hours while clutching an ice pack to my wrist. I didn’t spend weeks afterwards questioning whether I could succeed in math. I didn’t spend those weeks hating my body for failing me.
With accommodations, I am a successful graduate student. Without them, I would not have been able to finish my undergraduate program.
gemini recognises oppositions and revels in the similarity of opposites. the task of unity, however is left up to libra. gemini makes a cacophony but libra makes music. libra unifies. finally, we reach aquarius who knows its inherent connection to everyone and everything, aquarius is collective, aquarius binds humanity
the rest of the world becomes swept away in hysteria and flux, and taurus steadily forges through life operating on their own autopilot time schedule. in the space between the cacophony of aries and the chattiness of gemini, there is a place of silence, gentle touch, and quiet lullabies. this is where taurus withdraws and lays in champagne bubblebaths to dream the day away
It’s 2am, Neil’s shuffling into the kitchen to get a glass of water, he flicks on the light and turns around to find himself face to face with a giant tabby cat, who’s been sitting there on the countertop watching him, with it’s eerily sentient eyes. He jumps, and, on his instinct driven backwards step, trips over the water bowl behind him in a cacophony of clattering metal and grunting, before landing on his ass in a painful thud. Andrew, instantly awake and already running out of the room, ready to beat an intruder to death, half blind given he was dead asleep 2 seconds ago, falls over Neil on his way into the room and the both of them end up sprawled on top of each other on the kitchen floor. The cat jumps off the counter and sits on Andrew’s back.
in the opal light of aquarius there is a kaleidoscope mind, catching thoughts from clouds as they blow in the breeze. mystic vapour washes though a clinical, logical mind, highlighting the dual nature in aquarius. internally, there is a cacophony, the mind can be difficult to control
let it be a morning of good graces: birds, bees, a cacophony of sound to usher in the light. through faith, a gentle nourishing of the soul. unbreak the mourning, and pull back the night. the sun does not rise on the back of Atlas, but swells into being. give me room to grow, and enough days to finally wake with the breath of dawn – hopeful, unburdened, and alive.