of the regular kind

anonymous asked:

I'm confused by "costado" in the sentence "le habría costado concentrarse." I know it means "it would have been hard for him to concentrate," but I'm not sure how "costado" fits in there?

The verb costar when it isn’t “to cost” becomes “to be difficult” in some situations.

Regular costar doesn’t take any kind of object. An item “costs” however much it costs.

But when costar is used with indirect objects [me, te, le, les, nos, os] it takes on the meaning of “to become difficult (for someone)”, and it’s used the way you would use gustar, molestar, importar, encantar and other verbs like it.

Me cuesta hablar. = It’s hard for me to talk

Me cuesta mucho entender lo que dicen mis profesores. = It’s really hard for me to understand what my teachers/professors are saying. / It takes a lot of effort to understand what my teachers are saying.

Está intentando, pero le cuesta. = He/She’s trying, but it’s hard for them.

It sometimes just means “to cost someone (a lot/a little):

Me costó un ojo de la cara. = It cost me an arm and a leg.

[the Spanish version of this expression is “it cost me an eye from the face”]

The idea behind costar is that it “takes a lot” to do something, so it’s kind of an investment. You invest your time, energy, or concentration into something and when it “costs a lot” it’s “difficult”… I guess the idea is “how much does it take to do X? A lot? Then it’s difficult” or something.

It might be easier to imagine it like fatigue or a stamina bar, or something like HP or MP in a video game. Doing actions “cost” something. That’s the idea behind costar.

When costar is used like “to be difficult” it’s synonymous with me resulta difícil or lo encuentro difícil “I find it difficult”


If your question is why is it costado, it’s a matter of the perfect tenses and past participles. The costado exists because it came along with a conjugated form of haber which indicates a perfect tense.

In linguistic senses “perfect” means “completed actions”, so it’s what’s used to make something “more past”.

Rather than hago “I do” it’s he hecho “I have done”, which puts it just a little bit in the past… that vs. hice “I did” and había hecho “I had done” which is still more past than past.

The habría is conditional “would have”… talking about how something might have been, though the thing is already over.

And costado is the past participle of costar …in English “cost” and “cost” don’t change forms, but imagine encontrar “to find” vs. encontrado “found”, or ser “to be” vs. sido “been” and it’s like that.

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Close up detail shots of my Joe Baker render! Apart from the hair textures, everything came out miles better than I’d anticipated. Hoping to find a way to make the Power Glove an optional
Item so I can just have regular Joe. Also trying to get some kind of swamp land model because as hard as it is, I’m hoping to work with this guy a bit more. (And hopefully fix his hair)

Idea for a Superman origin movie

built around two solid points:
1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and
2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.

So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands. 

She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)

But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:

This man is kind. 

Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree. 

So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies. 

She finds Superman.

And then she finds a man in the park.

He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.

He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”

He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.

“Superman?” the reporter asks.

“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”

The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.

“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”

“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”

Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:

The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane


She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…
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I get asked often about textures and brush settings- As per request, here are some of my regular faves. These are four I made by scanning in all kinds of pencil and pen marks, then just doing a lot of fussing with settings and numbers until I got something good ahaha. There’s really no secret to making brushes, it’s just a lot of experimentation; but it ends up really worth it, and you learn a lot about what you want 🙌  

You can download them from -> this google drive folder of mine!

(These are .tpl files fyi; photoshop only. You’ll also find they’re rather large brushes, simply because I work in large 300+ dpi files)

Tag Yourself - Castiel Edition

Which Castiel are you?

Castiel 1.0

- great hair but not the smartest cookie
- everybody loves him
- got drunk once and the story keeps getting wilder
- precious
- bad grades but A for effort


Not-Castiel

- not sure why he’s here
- v. religious
- wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up
- salty
- just wants to go home


Bizarro Castiel

- found out about the 60s and never moved on
- everyone is worried about him
- cynical
- thinks everyone and everything is beautiful
- is probably high


Misha?

- thinks words like ”punk’d” and “rad” are “hip with the kids”
- cries easily
- tries too hard
- wears clothes under his clothes like superman
- good hair


God Complex

- “because I said so”
- the upgrade nobody wanted, like iOS8 or Windows 10
- thinks he’s better than you
- is probably actually better than you
- thinks he’s helping but is actually making a bigger mess


GoO-sTiEL

- ripped the heads off barbie dolls as a child
- fav song is the barney parody of “joy to the world”
- AlwAYs tExTS liKe tHiS OR IN ALL CAPS
- smiles a lot and nobody is sure why
- probably killed somebody and maybe ate them too


Castiel with a side of Nuts

- bees
- just wants to play party games and eat PB&J with his friends
- holding it together with dental floss and scotch tape
- no verbal filter whatsoever
- wants world peace and for every day to be pajama day


No-Shave-November Castiel

- bad at prioritizing
- loner
- contemplates life a lot
- low self-esteem
- just wants to do The Right Thing™


Steve from Gas ‘n Sip

- butterfingers
- works a minimum wage job with no benefits
- gives awkward high-fives
- stares at people
- can pull off Good Will Chic™


Daddy 
Totally Castiel (definitely not Lucifer)

- is either undressing you with his eyes or plotting your murder
- likes disco and tells dad jokes unironically
- gets sucked into addictive smartphone games easily
- c o n f i d e n t
- wants a puppy

Attention people who don’t have horses:

Sorry to break in with this on a very much Sherlock-only kind of blog- I promise not to make a regular thing of this, but this is something that’s happened TWICE now. 

This is Beyli. He’s a two-month old foal and he’s adorable. He belongs to a friend of the family. 

So adorable, in fact, that a member of the public spent a nice afternoon feeding him. You feed the ducks and that’s ok. right? It’s a nice thing to do. 

They fed him turnip. He choked and gave himself a stomachache as a result.

The problem is that horses can’t really burp and horses can’t vomit. Their digestive systems are fine-tuned and when they go wrong, they go really wrong. Colic in horses is difficult to treat and in Beyli’s case, like many others, proved to be insurmountable. With pain medicine not working, after 4 hours of doing their best with no improvement, the vet called time on his suffering rather than let him go on to a very slow and painful end. 

A horse needlessly suffered and died because someone fed him the wrong thing. They weren’t necessarily malicious, they were just hugely ignorant. And worse, they were hugely entitled. There were already signs asking people not to feed the animals. As I said, this has now happened TWICE to the same family, and they’re by no means alone. 

PLEASE Don’t feed horses that don’t belong to you. 

Horses can have disorders, diabetes, allergies and dietry requirements and you have NO IDEA if what you’re giving them is acceptable or not. Even ‘safe’ things like carrot and apple could be ‘wrong’ for this particular horse. Grass clippings? Not okay. Grain? Not okay for a horse that hasn’t been regularly eating it. 

Don’t assume. i have seen walkers pull up random plants and offer them over the fence INCLUDING TOXIC, DEADLY weeds like ragwort. I’ve seen horses offered dog-biscuits and bread. I’ve heard of horses being regularly fed by strangers thinking they were being under-fed, when the horse in question was on a vet-given diet to control weight and other conditions. 

Don’t feed horses that don’t belong to you even little treats and things like sugar cubes because it gives them bad manners. They start biting and harassing people. It’s bad for their teeth and too much sugar is terrible for them.

In some places if the owner has liability insurance, if you can be identified, YOU will be legally responsible for the vet’s bills. And if you’re thinking ‘well, they’d never identify me’, then that’s besides the point. 

Please. You wouldn’t feed someone’s dog without asking, I hope. You definitely wouldn’t feed someone else’s child. 

TL;DR: Don’t feed other people’s horses. You can make them SERIOUSLY ill. Treat animals in fields like animals at the zoo: you’re welcome to look, but don’t meddle with their care. 

PLEASE DON’T FEED OTHER PEOPLE’S HORSES. 

stress? don’t let it bog you down!! people have different levels of stress and work differently under stress, but don’t let it rule your life. to minimize the stress in your life, try to follow these little tips:

1. sleep to your comfort. i’m not going to tell you to sleep a certain amount, everyone’s different. i personally function better on a lesser amount of sleep. that being said, sleep is important to your mental function (your entire body’s functions, really), so you need to get some sleep. but find the hours of sleep you prefer. pick a select amount of hours and try to stick with it. having 5 hours one night and then sleeping for 13 hours is extremely inefficient and will negatively affect your body’s functions. if you’re catching up on sleep, that’s fine and important, but try to stick to some relatively regular schedule.

2. breathe. I know this is kind of weird to say, but take the time to consciously breathe. the best tip is to inhale “x” seconds and let it out in a slow “2x”. do the math, take slow, regulated breathes, and let it out two times slower. this sends a great amount of oxygen to your brain, and you will let the muscles in your face relax! avoid scrunching your eyebrows up or together to minimize headaches too.

3. eat healthily. if you eat healthily, your body will feel great. you will also appreciate the person in the mirror, which always boosts your esteem. eating healthily will keep your mind clear and your body natural. pimples, which are due to stress, unhealthy eating, genetics, environment, etc. can be helped with food, sleep, and tons of water. so eat healthily, and your body will relax a bit. this does not mean avoid your tasty, favourite snacks. eat what you want in with your health in mind.

4. listen to music/don’t listen to anything at all. if you live for music, listen to music! this will really calm your mind. you don’t want to be swimming in worldly thoughts all the time. take some time to let go of the world, the friends, school, homework, worries, etc. and think about yourself. listen to your favourite music and just chill. analyze the music, the words, and enjoy the tune. smile a little.  

having nothing but silence is JUST as good. if you have nothing to listen to, your mind may run. but take away all of the thoughts in your head and introspect. dig into the little space between your ribs and take to every blood cell floating around in your body. thank the organs that are pumping you up. worry about the little splinter in your hand. but do not remember anything pertaining to “problems” or others, at least for 15 minutes. give your body some time to forget the bad stuff, it’s just as good as a little nap.

5. do something you love. this will just unwind all the tention in your mind. speak to your hobby. if you’re angry and play an instrument, express your feelings through the song and tire yourself until the emotions are gone. if you like to write, express the emotion and just get it out of your system. by doing something you love, you’re instantly filling up yourself with good vibes and replacing the bad with happy. do not keep negative emotions festering inside of you for too long.

6. do yoga and meditation. 15 minutes suffices. make some time as you get more free-timed, but just spend some time stretching out your body and focusing on your breathing. stretching your body relaxes the tension your physical body may have. focusing on your breathing will let you clear your mind and relax. meditation is just awesome. sit somewhere quietly and try to remove everything from your mind, and focus on the silence. instant relief!

7. drt or qrt. drt is deep relaxation technique, and qrt is quick relaxation technique. these are really helpful after doing yoga and meditation. lie down and try to focus on your body. depending on how much time you have, you can get really relaxed while focusing on your breathes. try going to a yoga studio for more information! i’m a yoga freak so ask if you have questions!

8. talk less. you want less ideas, thoughts, worries, troubles banging around in your head. listen and forget, but if you talk, it’s going to build up a pressure in your mind to add more, add more. this won’t help you relax! try to stay away from too much social media. studyblrs are great in that you are contributing your studies, and that’s pretty much it!

9. take care of your work as quickly as you can. getting rid of your work will reduce the stress you may feel later. study well every day and finish little pieces of your work daily so you don’t have a huge, piled load sitting last minute. plan everything you do, and try to stay on task. don’t divert from your work every 10 minutes. rather, try to take a break every 30 minutes to maintain your grasp on the subject.

10. try to be less sensitive. don’t let everything people say get to you. let go of small insults or jeers. try to understand that the entire world isn’t going to like you, and not everyone is nice. but there are lots of nice people too, so try to find them and only associate with them. if at all any of your friends are being to toxic, drop them. however, you need to build resistance against people’s comments to feel happy all the time! if somethings make you sad, address them. you must keep yourself happy as the first priority.

11. be thankful. thanking someone will always make you feel good! be gratuitous, and someone’s going to repay you one day!

12. be at peace with your decisions. don’t let others dictate or ruin your choices. be who you are and grow.

i hope these help you guys become a little stress-free and find some relaxation in your life. good luck!

Uncle Popeye Fucks Up Hunting So Bad Legislation Happens

(Gun use, alcohol mention, amazingly- no animal death)

So you may remember Uncle Popeye from A Holiday Story, when he and grandpa tried to shoot a pheasant and fucked it up real bad.  I called the Ohio Relatives.  They have no idea how the family knew Popeye either, but that his given name was Richard, but got tired of being called “Dick” and after losing an eye in WW2, went by Popeye.

Look man, Ohio DOES things to people.

Popeye fancied himself the Great Outdoors-man, despite a long list of evidence to the contrary- besides the shooting incident, there was the time he got lost in the woods behind his house for a week despite being less than a mile from his house and six major roads, the time he almost poisoned the whole family after mushrooming in the hills only to be stopped by GG, and the time he got in a fight with a Woodcock and Lost.

The worst though, was Snowflake.

Near where my Ohio relatives lived, and continue to live, there is a Military Armory. (You know that joke about “If all your relatives all live in the same postcode, you might be a redneck?”  Yeah, check that.  Mom was the first to leave the state, and keeps urging the others that they are free to leave, they can’t keep you there. But I digress).  The armory is actually kind of a large campus, several hundred acres in size, where they take lots of old munitions and aircraft and whatnot, and figure out how to take apart and dispose of them without blowing everything up to fuck. The whole area is fenced off to keep the locals from helping themselves to the munitions (A serious issue in redneck country), which trapped the deer in the forest inside.  

The deer, no longer having to worry about hunters, but cut off from the outside population, basically went full Deliverance, and the resulting mutants are… rather pretty.  

The mutation is Luecistism, not albinism, but it makes for pretty, pretty very stupid deer.  Like, even dumber than white-tail already are, and whitetail are DUMB.  But the deer on the armory could afford to be easy to spot and have no natural fear of anything, because there were no predators or hunters, and the soldiers stationed there had better things to do

The prettiest of them all was Snowflake, the large white buck named Snowflake, because soldiers are great at naming things.  He was, by all accounts, a truly splendid creature- snow-white and shapely, with a well-developed rack.  Not unlike a porn star, apparently.  And many a man Lusted after snowflake, desperate for his head.

Or other things.  Ohio’s a pretty fucked up place.

But unlike other men, who would only stare wistfully from afar, Popeye was absolutely determined to have Snowflake.  The issue was, the military, having a few moments of sense, had decreed that having people wandering around a munitions decommissioning plant with firearms was likely to result in fire and death, declared that there was to be no hunting on their grounds.  The only way Popeye could feasibly shoot Snowflake would be if he were somehow able to get him on the other side of the fence.  But he couldn’t just cut a hole in the fence- it was fairly regularly checked, and he’d be caught.  Nope.  Somehow, Popeye had to get Snowflake on the other side of the fence without damaging it or the Military noticing.

It was during an afternoon of boozing and watching western documentaries, Popeye hit upon a solution.  He was watching a tourism promotion for all the great outdoor activities in Colorado, when he saw the solution to his problem.

He could FISH for deer.

Specifically, he fly-fish.  In his mind, he could clearly see how it would play out.  he’d simply find a heavy-duty line, cast it over the fence, tangling it in Snowflake’s antlers, and then reel him over the fence, where it would be perfectly legal to shoot him and then he’d be the envy of all the men down at the elks lodge.  Hah!  Genius!

So that spring, Popeye began tossing corn over the fence to lure deer to that particular secluded corner, and was immensely pleased when Snowflake started turning up regularly.  He’d get his trophy AND some fat venison!  All summer and into fall, he continued this, with the deer getting entirely too casual about his presence.  he also got his hands on some deep-sea fishing line and practiced ensnaring the antlers of his dummy deer in the backyard.  Just to make sure he had the leverage to haul Snowflake in, he got the harness that attaches the pole to your hip.  All was going according to plan.

So the first day of hunting season, Popeye goes to his corner where he’s been feeding the deer, and Snowflake is there, waiting for breakfast.  Great.  Popeye backs his pickup truck up to the fence, and stands on the bed so he can cast over the fence.  The deer, being imbeciles, fail to notice anything amiss.  He casts, and miracle of miracles, he gets the loop over Snowflake’s antlers on the first try!  Popeye whips the line around some more, making sure Snowflake is good and tangled, before reeling him in.

Apparently snowflake just stood there for this part, presumably looking confused.  Then the line began to pull on him.

As Popeye would later recount from the hospital:  “That’s when I realized.  Deer ain’t Mackinaw.”

Popeye had, in all his planning,  not taken into consideration that a 200-pound buck at the height of his testosterone-riddled rut might be somewhat disinclined to be pulled over a fence.  Furthermore, Popeye had failed to account that at 5′5″, he was of similar size to the deer, and in nowhere near as good of shape.

He recalled ALMOST flying over the fence as Snowlfake turned and ran for the safety of the base.  He did not quite make it, and cracked both knees as they slammed into the fence, jeans and harness shredding on the barbed wire.  it was not enough to separate him from the harness, only enough to slide it down his legs and tangle around his ankles, so that once he hit the ground, Popeye was dragged for half a goddamn mile by his feet as Snowflake frantically tried to get away.

Once at the base, and all manner of bruised, cut up and abused, Popeye was relieved when they finally came to a halt.  he regretted it half a second later when he realized that Snowflake had only turned around, and was now bearing down on his sorry ass full-tilt.  Several puncture and kick wounds later, Popeye managed to kick off the harness, freeing himself from Snowflake, and had to run back to where he thought he’d left the truck.  In the middle of the night, in the woods, with cracked patellas and without pants.

It took him all night to find the fence and truck, but managed to get back over the fence and to the hospital without being spotted. In a fit of paranoia that almost pased for good sense, he drove to three counties away to be treated, so the police wouldn’t find him, bleeding all the way.  He neglected beforehand, to tell any of his friends or family where he was going, except that he was deer-hunting.

He was very disappointed when he turned up a week later and found out nobody had gone looking for him.

 Snowflake was found tangled up in a tree, and was cut loose by the soldiers, apparently upset but unharmed.  Concerned that the poachers were getting too creative for their own good, the base petitioned the state legislature to maybe make a law that you aren’t allowed to fish for deer, Christ, we only found the poor man’s pants.

The state legislature, in a fit of rabid libertarianism, declared that such a law would be too restrictive upon the freedom of Ohioans, so the Army tried the country.  The county, which had to actually deal with this kind of bullshit on a semi-regular basis, agreed, and it is now illegal to Hunt any bird, fish or quadruped with devices and equipment not intended for such purpose.

Popeye never went deer-hunting after that, and Snowflake went on to sire many many more pretty inbred deer.

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ORGANIZATION XIII: THE DATING GAME

Yesterday I was like “hey consider dating sim where you can just date everyone in Organization XIII” on Twitter and folks were like “YAS OMG I NEED”. Somehow it came to this….uh…..THING of drawing mock-sprites for some imaginary dating sim??? Also because I’m garbage, in this game you play as Aqua and you can romance anyone you want except for Zexion, Roxas and Xion. And BECAUSE I AM ALSO AU TRASH, THIS SIM IS LIKELY GONNA BE IN A CAFE AU SETTING HEUHEU

Peek the read more for the rundown on who’s who:

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listen… i have a weakness for nephilim/winged stiles okay? its a weakness

Can you imagine the changes to the workforce and how we treated workers if no one HAD to work to survive?

Like often I see these complaints about a universal basic income that are like “well then no one would work!” and I think there are lots of people motivated to have more money even when they have enough to get by, but I also I think, that’s kind of true, if regular employment looked and functioned the way it does now.

But with UBI if both employers and society wanted people in certain jobs those jobs would have to offer more than just “you need us to survive”. They’d have to offer satisfaction and community and purpose.

Imagine the changes places like WalMart and McDonalds would have to make to how they run their enterprise if they had to woo and entice their employees into wanting to be there. Imagine the end of “the customer is always right”, both because employers know their workers won’t put up with and because consumers are forced to have a respect for workers choosing to do this with their time to make the community function when they don’t have to.

Imagine the progress to automation and technology now that we don’t have to worry about unemployment as a result. So instead of a store having 40 employees, they have 10 and automated self check out and price scanners and store apps you can pay on, and automated self-driving bots to keep inventory and restock at night. (And that’s when you don’t just order online, shopping in-store is now inherently a Boutique experience).

But those ten remaining employees are So Valued by the company, and so carefully educated and trained and respected as experts in what they do. People go “you could do that when you grow up, help people shop and find what they need and know what products are best for them.” And it wouldn’t be an insult like “you’ll wind up flipping burgers”, but instead a respected option “you can help people have warm fresh food in one of the oldest and most prestigious international groups in the world, and look at their travel programs and free clubs and classes” (McDonalds wins the Fast Food Mario Kart Tournament every year, their team is best in the nation and if you want a good esports program you work at McDonalds).

Evidence shows people would still work. Evidence shows people want to improve their situations and want to have structure in their lives. Evidence shows the only populations who take advantage of a UBI to not work are students who choose to focus more on their studies and new mothers, who choose to spend more time with their kids.

But it would increase the bargaining power and social power of the average employee by so much. They’d have the option to walk away. And employers would know it and consumers would know it and employees would know it. So if we wanted it to keep working, employers would have to start catering to their employees wellbeing and health and happiness as well as their wallet.

And it would be so good.

nick103001  asked:

Hey dude! I'm a big fan of your work and you're basically living like my ideal life. You probably get this a lot, but I gotta ask "how would I land a job at CN as a story board artists?" I'm 15 rn and a sophomore in high school. I just wanna know if I could actually grow up to work at Cartoon Network.

Yes, you can work at Cartoon Network.

HOWEVER

In a couple years, you might not even be interested in being a storyboard artist, much less want to work at a specific company. When I was a teen I was making 3D art all the time and I wanted to go into special effects. Then I got into level design in video games. When I went to college, I discovered how cool 2D animation could be and that I liked to tell stories most of all. Then I moved to china and became an English teacher and eventually got the job on Regular Show. It was kind of a weird path and my interests and desires shifted and changed constantly.

I mean think about it, if you end up going to college (which you don’t have to, but if you do) you would graduate about 7 years from now. Think about what sorts of things you liked 3 years ago. I bet it’s pretty different. Now what do you think you’ll be like 7 years from now?? There’s no telling where your interests are going to go and take you, so I wouldn’t get too hung up on being a board artist specifically. Just experience stuff. Try out other jobs and other things and you might realize you like stuff you didn’t even know about just because you’d never heard of it or tried it before.

I also recommend not solely working toward being an artist, but working toward being a fully realized person. I’ve met many artists who are basically the most boring people I’ve ever met because all they ever did was focus on their art, but not any experiences. They never got in trouble, they never had any adventures or strange experiences because all they did was stay inside and use their cintiq all day. You don’t even have to be someone that goes out and does stuff all the time, but at least have some other hobbies to work different parts of your brain. Every time you make art, whether it’s for someone else or for yourself, it always has a part of you in it. If you don’t experience life, your art becomes meaningless because you have nothing to say. No one will find themselves drawn to it because there’s no shared human experiences there, just lifelessness.

It’s good to have a goal and a general area you’d like to go into (it’s also ok if you don’t right now, for everyone else reading this), but don’t put all your time and investment into one job when there might be others you don’t even know about that you can find just as interesting.

ALSO: Don’t put all your faith into working for one company. Companies come and go and the only thing they really care about in the end is making money. They’re not beholden to morals or honor or anything like the rest of us actual human beings. Corporations can and will take advantage of you, so you have to be able to say “screw ‘em” if they’re being a-holes.

Keep yourself open and try different stuff.

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with a sweet kiss and a slow dance, autumn wrapped summer in her romance