<b>Sasuke:</b> What is your most hated letter?<p/><b>Sakura:</b> uh, none.<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> Me? I hate most letters except U.<p/><b>Sakura:</b> ...<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> ...<p/><b>Alphabet:</b> ...<p/><b>ABC:</b> ...<p/><b>DEF:</b> ...<p/></p>
Ever wanted to binge watch a webseries, but they all felt so long? YouTube doesn’t list the total runtime of a playlist anymore, but you can get a browser extension that tells you the runtime. So I’ve used this extension to catalogue how long LIWs are, so next time you want to go watch a show, you know exactly what you’re getting into.
If there’s a show I haven’t included that you’d like me to add, just let me know!
I was curious whether the writing system seen in Mysticons was an actual symbol to letter substitution code, or if it was just symbols that didn’t actually spell out anything, so I decided to try cracking the code. I used the riddles from The Mysticon Kid, since the riddle from How to Train a Mysticon wasn’t clear enough on the screen.
I wasn’t sure at first, since the spacing is a little weird, but when I noticed the double symbols, I was able to start putting it together:
(Since some of the symbols are covered, the full riddle is “Herewith follows the riddle of doom. Fail to answer and you will find your tomb.”)
The first line of the second clue was the only one with new letters, P and V:
(For reference, the full riddle is “A place of peace, a reverential room, I stand alone in fiery bloom.”)
The newscrawl under Serena’s report on Mathis’ “assault” revealed a few more letters (as well as showing what the letters look like in a more computer font style):
The full ticker reads “Breaking news: hideous beast responsible for undergroud turmoil. Mnre at (unknown number). Join us.” The typos are theirs, not mine.
So, between those, we have the whole alphabet except for Q, X, and Z.
Of course, just because there is an actual alphabet doesn’t mean there still isn’t gibberish. For example, the spell that Zarya uses to become a revenge beast does include some latin-sounding phrases that hint of what’s to come (”angrus terriblus demona,” “phamtus evilus”) but also has words that I’m pretty sure don’t mean anything, with symbols I haven’t deciphered yet (and may not even be actual letters) and two lines are upside down. On top of that, the written spell is nothing like what Zarya actually says.
Another example: Arkayna’s pen is just writing Dear Diary over and over, occasionally backwards.
Oh, and when I went back to check the riddle from the second episode, I discovered that it was actually the riddle from episode four!
So it’s a good thing I didn’t start with this one, or I never would have cracked the code.
I was going to make a conspiracy theory about how all the TV slides say “Change Up”, even the ones that look like they’re in a foreign alphabet, except for the one in Greek
But then I looked it up and “ΧΗΑΝΓΕ ΥΠ” spells out Change Up in the Greek alphabet so instead of a conspiracy theory it’s just “oh I guess Seventeen did their research that’s pretty cool actually”. I have been beaten.
Summary: Cullen Rutherford’s past and present, from childhood through the Inquisition, told through interconnected short stories one letter of the alphabet at a time.
Eventual Cullen/Mage Trevelyan. Eventual Inquisition spoilers, but not for some time. Spoilers for Origins and DA2, too. *throws confetti*
Cullen liked the chantry. Other children complained that it was boring or stupid—even Mia whined when Ma wasn’t around to hear—but Cullen didn’t really understand that. The chantry was always warm, always cozy, always lit by candles. It smelled of incense and baking bread and the flowers some of the village girls left at the foot of the statue of Andraste. He liked the statue; Andraste had a nice face and a really big sword—to protect everyone, Ma said. (“To remind us who holds the power,” said his Da. Cullen didn’t understand that, either.)
Best of all, though, was the music. One voice, or five, or fifteen, it didn’t matter. The Chant always delighted him, and there was always singing in the chantry. Always.
The Revered Mother smiled at him, and he didn’t mind if she ruffled his hair even though he hated when Bran or Mia did it. The Revered Mother never teased him, and never treated him like a baby. She only said he was a good lad and wasn’t he clever and what a pleasant surprise to see a boy so devoted. Sometimes she slipped him sweets, but that wasn’t why he liked coming.
He never said it out loud, because Mia and Bran and their friends already teased him enough about everything, but accompanying his mother on her visits was his favorite part of the week. He liked walking beside her, his hand safely tucked in hers. He looked forward to kneeling pressed against her side, closing his eyes, and letting the music wash over him. Peaceful was the word his ma used, when he asked why she liked coming so much. He thought that sounded right. No one yelling or laughing at him. No one sneaking up and pulling his hair or stealing his share of the cookies or calling him names like Cully Crybaby (he only cried that one time because Mia yanked out a whole handful of hair and it really hurt).
1. The verb “to be” only exists in the past and future tense.
Some languages (e.g., Spanish) have multiple ways of saying the verb “to be”, whereas others (e.g., Arabic) lack the verb altogether. Russian, however, is unique in that “to be” (быть) exists, but it’s never used in the present tense. Rather, it’s only found in past- and future-tense constructions.
2. All adjectives have multiple syllables – with one exception.
Many Russian words consist of one syllable, or even just one character. However, virtually all adjectives have two or more syllables. The only exception is злой, which means “angry”.
3. Russian is the most widespread language over Eurasia.
With over 170 million native speakers, Russian is the eighth most-spoken language in the world. However, due to Russia’s enormous size, native Russian speakers cover the greatest geographical reach out of all the languages in Eurasia. It even beats out China, which has over seven times as many speakers.
4. A word’s stress pattern can drastically alter its meaning.
In Russian, where the emphasis falls on the word is important. For example, я плачу – in which emphasis is on the second syllable – means “I’m paying”. However, я плáчу – in which the emphasis is on the first syllable – means “I’m crying”.
5. If you want to be an astronaut, you have to learn Russian.
Due to Russia’s presence in space technology, and especially in the International Space Station, it’s now a requirement for foreign astronauts to have a working knowledge of Russian. So if you want to go to space, you better crack open your Russian dictionary in between studying for astrophysics exams, or you’ll have to stay down on earth!
6. About 10% of Russian words bear resemblance to English ones.
Hopeful astronauts can breathe a sigh of relief: though the Russian language’s six cases can be a challenge to memorize, about one in ten Russian words is very close to a similar word in English. For example, проблема (pronounced “problema”) means “problem”, and кофе (pronounced “kofi”) is “coffee”.
7. There’s a rule against Russian words starting with the letter “A”.
Since the earliest times, native Russian words almost never start with the letter “A”. Some notable exceptions include азбука (alphabet) and авось (perhaps), but these exceptions are far and few in between. If you see a Russian word that starts with “A”, there’s a good chance that it’s borrowed from another language.
8. Russian surnames vary by gender.
Russian names consist of a first name, a family name, and a patronymic name, which is the father’s name plus the ending -ovich for a son and -ovna for a daughter. So if a father named Ivan has a son and a daughter, his son’s patronymic name will be Ivanovich and his daughter’s will be Ivanovna.
9. Russian speakers outperform English speakers at distinguishing shades of blue.
Unlike English, in which the line between “light blue” and “dark blue” is fuzzy, the Russian language splits the color blue into completely different words: синий for dark shades and голубой for lighter shades. As a result, it’s been found that Russian speakers can distinguish and categorize different shades of blue more accurately than English speakers.
Lining your script AKA making sure your editor will not kill you during Post Production
If you’re someone who has never been through film school, the term “lining the script” probably doesn’t mean anything to you. However, it’s an extremely important part of production that many student filmmakers even will overlook because it’s not emphasized enough. So I’m going to take a moment to explain to you exactly what it is and why it’s so important.
To start, let me give you an example of what a lined script looks like:
At the top of each line is a shot designation. We can tell that this is scene 8 because every shot starts with the number “8″. Shots are then lettered using all lettered of the alphabet except I and O (because they look like 1 and 0), occasionally even being doubled (I’ve been on lots of sets that go into AA or AB). Each letter represents a different shot, which could mean that the camera moves or changes angles or movement, ect. As you can imagine, shot lists tend to be extremely long. The way to keep everything organized and make sure you’re getting the coverage you need is to then take the script and literally draw lines through it.
What is coverage? Well, coverage is basically the sum of all shots you have for one scene. When you have sufficient coverage, than you have footage of every character saying all their lines, probably from a couple different angles, and you have shots of every important set piece and also a Master Shot (meaning a wide shot of the entire scene).
In the script above, you’ll notice that there are straight lines and then also squiggly lines. When there is a straight line through an action or dialogue, that means that that action or spoken dialogue is being seen on camera. If there’s a squiggly line through an action or dialogue, that means that the camera is rolling while that action is happening or that line is being said, but that it’s not currently on camera (which is important for reaction shots).
Proper coverage is extremely important. Even if, as the writer or director, you have a specific idea of exactly what shot you want at a particular moment, you still make sure you have lots of coverage because you want to give your editor options. You never know exactly what’s going to work when the footage gets to post production. You also never, ever as a writer put specific shots in your script, even if you are the director. You never want to limit yourself or your editor.
Without proper coverage, the editor may be forced to use a shot they don’t want or edit the scene in a way that isn’t ideal. It’s important to look at the whole picture and understand that the film can change completely from pre-production to production to post-production. By lining the script, you’re assuring that everything has been accounted for.
Greeting! Hope this message finds you well. It took longer than I thought to write the bodyguard au, what with finals coming up, but I didn’t want to leave you hanging. Here’s a small piece of what I’ve been working on: it’s earlier in the timeline, for reference. May it add delight to your day :D
The two and a half year old was already having lessons, in between meal times and nap. Elsa leaned against the far wall, ever vigilant. The tutor had called for a break and left, likely on her way to the loo or whatever they called it here. To her dismay, Anna wasted no time in walking over, feet now more sure of themselves, even adding an extra, needless hop to her step that her parents no doubt found endearing. Elsa kept her eyes up, already knowing the floor was clear of dangers with the possible exception of the alphabet blocks if Anna took three steps to her left.
Anna craned her head up, blue-green eyes cheery and bright. Elsa ignored her, her time better spent scanning the area, especially if her charge was going to literally be within arms reach.
A flicker of movement caught her eye. She looked down briefly, seeing that Anna had lifted her arms up and towards her.
Elsa grit her teeth.
Anna bounced on her toes.
Elsa folded her arms closer.
Finally, Anna put her hands down, forlorn. Elsa’s sigh of relief cut off halfway; Anna had figured out the problem.
“Please?” Elsa closed her eyes in despair. The question was repeated, this time with the arms and bouncing.
“No,” Elsa ground out, searching the doorway. Where was that damn tutor?
She sensed the toddler recoil, as though physically struck. “No?” She whimpered. Elsa heard a tiny foot stomp. “No’s’a bad word, Elsa.”
The bodyguard stiffened. She leaned over the girl with impatience, eyes cold and impassable. “No, it’s not. It’s a good word, if you know how to use it correctly.”
Anna’s frown crumbled, fat teardrops gathering in her blue-green eyes. “But I said ‘please’,” she said. “A nice word.”
“Nice words don’t always get you what you want.” Anna’s face fell and Elsa quashed the guilt rising from her stomach. The girl had to learn sometime, and better now than later.
Elsa leaned her head against the wall as Anna started to sniffle. She was a guard for god’s sake! She was a highly skilled, highly trained, highly disciplined warrior who knew ten different ways to kill a man with her own cravat. She refused to be some glorified baby sitter for a sniveling, entitled little–
A wail erupted between her feet. Anna fell to the floor amid great heaving sobs, her misery echoing horribly in the high ceilinged library.
Elsa clapped her hands over her ears, staring down in white faced horror at the bawling child. Anna never had tantrums. She was stubborn and a bit rambunctious but in all her years Elsa hadn’t heard anything quite like this.
“Shh! Anna stop this!” Elsa hissed, casting a fearful glance at the doorway. “Just, just stop, I’m begging you.” The girl refused to listen to Elsa’s reasonable, incredibly compelling argument. “This is pointless, why are you crying? Look I’ll, I’ll go get Her Majesty and everything will be fine. I’ll be right back.”
If Elsa had not possessed reflexes honed by years of training she may well have bowled Anna over right then and there. As it was, Anna clung to her pant leg, face and cheeks red, inhaling for another soul rending sob. Elsa was trapped.
The girl stilled. “Please?” She parroted, getting the word out between hiccups.
“Yes, please,” Elsa emphasized, using her hands. “Please stop crying.”
“Please,” Anna agreed, sounding much more content and much less like she was attempting to be, or to summon, a banshee.
Elsa’s shoulders slumped, crisis over. “Thank you, Anna.” Gently she eased her leg out of the toddler’s reach. Anna was looking at her again. “What?”
“Please?” Anna held up her arms. Elsa held back a groan.
“Anna I… I’m not…” How did one explain to a two year old that there were people who fought and people who nursed? People who cooked and people who wrote, people who taught and people who ruled? To Anna, people were people.
And everyone could lift her up.
“No’s'a good word,” Anna reminded her solemnly, stripping Elsa of any possible defense she could have raised. “Don’t use it for bad.”
The tutor rushed down the hall, skirts bunched in her fists. A thousand different apologies arranged themselves half formed in her tongue– Hallvardurs would have her hide and the king would have her house for sure! She stopped briefly at the entryway, regaining her breath. She didn’t know which explanation of her tardiness would satisfy the cold woman, but she had to try.
Arendelle’s Royal Bodyguard stood in the middle of the room with her back to the door, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet as she swayed back and forth. That alone was enough to make the tutor pause, but as the woman turned and revealed her front, her jaw dropped.
Anna had her arms around Elsa’s neck, eyes closed in peaceful sleep, weight supported effortlessly by the strong and surprisingly caring arms of her protector. Elsa shifted her weight from foot to foot, copying with only minor difficulty the motion she’d observed the king and queen doing when rocking their child to sleep. She wasn’t smiling, but her face was soft and turned utterly towards the slumbering girl in her arms.
The tutor left without a word. She had a far better story to tell.
Beth: “It’s a computer. It does computer stuff. It has all the letters of the alphabet except the ones I don’t need. It also has a space button to put spaces between words.”
Me: “I see a lot of other buttons on there too.”
Beth: “This button up here is what you press to make the computer stop acting crazy, if it’s acting crazy.”
Me: “I need to install that on my computer.”
Beth: “This button makes the computer faster.”
Me: “Wow. How many times can you press it?”
Beth: “As many times as you want it to go faster.”
Me: “I need that button too. What are all these buttons at the bottom?”
Beth: “These are buttons to show you animal pictures. This button shows you ocean animals. This one shows you animals with feet. This button shows you animals in trees. This button shows you animals in cages. And this button shows you animals that are endangered.”
Me: “That’s a lot of pictures. What about these? Are these picture buttons too?”
Beth: “No. This button switches the computer to Spanish. Then you can press it again to switch to French, and then Italian, and then Bethian. That’s my language.”
Me: “So I would need to know Bethian to use the computer?”
Beth: “No, when you switch languages, it tells you what things mean in that language. Like, ‘booss’ means 'sun’ in Bethian.”
Me: “Wow, that’s pretty cool. And what about this stuff over here?”
Beth: “This is that thing you push your finger around…”
Me: “A trackpad?”
Beth: “Yes, a trackpad. And this button here is a button to see things that are true.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Beth: “When you push this button, the computer will only show you things that are true and real, and not things that people made up. So if you were looking at pictures of birds, and you pressed that button, then you would only see true pictures people took with a camera, and not drawings of birds, or pictures people changed on a computer. Just things that are real and true.”
Me: “Wow. That’s the most powerful button I’ve ever heard. I think you’d erase most of the Internet with that button.”
Beth: “I also have a button that only shows fake things, in case you don’t want to see true things.”
As those I spoke with this about know, I absolutely wasn’t gonna say anything about this at all until tomorrow, because Tony and Kerry purposely kept it PRIVATE so far, for a damn good reason. I’ve known for a while but didn’t say any of it because it was PRIVATE. And thanks to ocgftg who is a genius we’ve had the visual proof with invitation since yesterday for me, morning for you in the US. But, given Tony was forced to say it himself right now… and also confirmed he’s gonna wear Tom Ford (niiiice!)…
See, just in case some don’t get it (the usual ones who stalk, of course), here goes. He isn’t just “going” HE IS CO-HOSTING with Kerry. That’s what happens when you, per rules above, pay the maximum allowed donation per person per year to the Democratic Party, $32,400. That’s how you are added to the invitation that originally only included Kerry and not includes a bunch of people, Tony as well. All added in alphabetical order, except Kerry who is the co-chair thus is the first listed.
Oh and, btw, so hilarious about the invite: those who are married or going with a partner are listed as couple. Oh… LOOK???? Kerry is single and Tony is single?
Oh and Bart says
THERE IS ALWAYS a reason for things as I was saying yesterday. FREAKING ALWAYS. And um yeah, I’m often well aware of it WELL before. Hence one of the MANY reasons why I am not in the slightest phased by certain things.
Always remember like I posted earlier this morning:
“Also, what’s to stop him from getting up on his hind legs? You didn’t bind them.” Magic. “Of course. Also, what exactly is around his forehooves?” Stop asking questions and get to work.
((Thanks for 250 followers, guys! I tried to put in more people than I did last time. Five or four more people. Eh, getting there. Anyways, I hope for many more in the future. It would be so rad! After the 300th mark (if we ever get there), I will be only counting through hundreds. So it’ll be 300 then 400, follower milestone wise.))