我实在没有说过这样一句话

Man the Ozempic discourse is going to give me an aneurysm.

"Oh it solves obesity and also as a side effect cures your addictions? But... doesn't that just mean you're addicted to Ozempic? *smirk*"

If you say these things, I think you should get rolled up in a carpet and trampled by horses.

On a slightly more sober note, I just find it so depressing how many people are ideologically committed to not solving problems unless its with their preferred solution.

Just on the topic of GLP-1 agonists, I've seen multiple versions of this. It's not ok to lose weight unless it's through an act of willpower and discipline. Drugs are cheating. It's not ok to solve obesity unless it's by "banning addictive junk food". Drugs are letting those evil companies off the hook. (How? Does losing your customers not count? The person in question described solving this through medicine as "bleak".)

And expanding to other topics, it's idontwantasolutioniwanttobemad.jpg repeated over and over. Can't solve anything unless it's via The Revolution or it purifies the hearts and minds of the sinful or it immanentizes the eschaton or it punishes the wicked or whatever.

Bleak.

Back in university I used to live near to a commercial duplex where one half was, like, a 50s-style retro diner and the other half was an irish pub with the usual sort of name, like "Paddy O'Callahan's" or whatever the fuck, except they were owned by the same guy and shared a single kitchen and had mostly the same menu. this was in canada but it felt like the most american place in the universe. more generally though it was a good illustration of how restaurant "style" has as much to do with fixtures and branding as the menu

There was a famous podcast episode some years ago about how the “Irish-bar-in-a-box” became a huge business  in North America, and how they tried for a veneer of authenticity by always using actual antiques (signs, assorted knick-knacks, etc.) from Ireland, but eventually became so huge that they completely cleaned out Ireland of these things.

This combination not-really-trying-to-be-Irish-anymore dive bar and Indian restaurant was always fun. If you ordered drinks in the restaurant, they came from the bar, and if you ordered food in the bar, it came from the restaurant. Or you could relocate partway through the meal.

the concept of 'sperm whale' is so fucking funny. these prudish victorians found a gigantic, terrifying sea-beast, and, discovering it was full of a thick, oily substance, immediately went 'is this fucking Cum???' and started fueling everything with it. they thought their whole sexually repressed society was running on the monstrous cum harvested by deadly expeditions to the black, icy sea. what kind of immaculate neuroses they must have had.

Idk enough about the etymology of the name Sperm Whale to know if this is actually where it comes from but the idea is funny enough to me to actually just roll with it.

You will be delighted to know that yes, this is exactly where the name comes from.

To quote the wikipedia page-

So yeah, they thought it’s head was full of semen and named it as such.

While some were occupied with this latter duty, others were employed in dragging away the larger tubs, so soon as filled with the sperm; and when the proper time arrived, this same sperm was carefully manipulated ere going to the try-works, of which anon.

It had cooled and crystallized to such a degree, that when, with several others, I sat down before a large Constantine’s bath of it, I found it strangely concreted into lumps, here and there rolling about in the liquid part. It was our business to squeeze these lumps back into fluid. A sweet and unctuous duty! No wonder that in old times sperm was such a favorite cosmetic. Such a clearer! such a sweetener! such a softener; such a delicious mollifier! After having my hands in it for only a few minutes, my fingers felt like eels, and began, as it were, to serpentine and spiralize.

As I sat there at my ease, cross-legged on the deck; after the bitter exertion at the windlass; under a blue tranquil sky; the ship under indolent sail, and gliding so serenely along; as I bathed my hands among those soft, gentle globules of infiltrated tissues, wove almost within the hour; as they richly broke to my fingers, and discharged all their opulence, like fully ripe grapes their wine; as. I snuffed up that uncontaminated aroma,- literally and truly, like the smell of spring violets; I declare to you, that for the time I lived as in a musky meadow; I forgot all about our horrible oath; in that inexpressible sperm, I washed my hands and my heart of it; I almost began to credit the old Paracelsan superstition that sperm is of rare virtue in allaying the heat of anger; while bathing in that bath, I felt divinely free from all ill-will, or petulance, or malice, of any sort whatsoever.

Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers’ hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say,- Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.

Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fire-side; the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.

why did they call it HunterxHunter when they could have called it hunter2

why would they call it *******?

Is there like a list of movies that are about real-life car-company related conspiracies?

I guess if you expand to include conspiracies about SoCal water rights, you could add Chinatown.

Also maybe they're all noir movies. (Right? Who Framed Roger Rabbit counts right?)

Anyhow, I think I'm gesturing towards a real thing.

@bayesic-bitch said:

Love it.

Even as a kid i never understood the trope where the movie parent is like “Sorry kiddo, I have to go to Business Thing so i wont be able to make your Skateboarding Recital” and the kid is like “oh ok” (but secretly they werent!) and the story is about movie parent learning the moral that they should’ve gone to the skateboarding recital because what’s really important is family.

Like as a kid i remember thinking “No i understand the concept of a job and this seems like a perfectly legitimate excuse like they’re not lying and actually going to Vegas or anything they did nothing wrong. Also i dont do activities i enjoy because I wanna see my parents feel proud thats a nice bonus but the main reason is because I enjoy them? If my mom was busy then fine that just means a friend’s family can bring me and then maybe we can play or have a sleepover that’d be fun!”

Movie kids are all like “if my parents aren’t watching then what’s even the point of being the star karate goaler?” while reality was more likely to be “oh thank god they’re not coming I can actually focus on what I’m doing”

The Movie Dads (characters in the movie) are actually stand-ins for the Movie Dads (the ones making the movie). It's not really about the kids.

Anyhow, it's a very interesting strategy to work long hours making a movie about how you ought to spend more time with your kids instead of working less and actually doing that. Then your kids can spend time with you by coming to your movie recital.

me, calling across the room after seeing two tumblr people who are smarter than me having a long winded disagreement: Hey, have you caught up on the long conversation X and Y are having?

81k: Yes

me: I'm not reading all that, can you just tell me which one is right?

"@discoursedrome was right" vs "you really can't understand it unless you read the whole thread in the original German; you lose that je ne sais quoi if you try and summarize it"

Hey Japanese, how do you say "lake"?

> 湖

Ok, cool, same as in Chinese. Now is that an on-reading sino word? Or perhaps it's a monomorphemic kun-reading native word that you needed to assign a character to?

> みずうみ

Uhh... 水 + 海. Water + sea. First off, why the hell don't you write it that way, if you already went to the trouble of giving those native words conventional correspondences with those characters.

And secondly, WATER SEA???

What exactly do you think the sea is made of my dude? And don't give me some crap about mizu being fresh water. I've looked it up, and the words for fresh water, salt water, sea water, etc. are all compound nouns with mizu or sui.

I think there are some more examples of single-character words which are clearly analyzable, e.g.

志 こころざし　’aim, intention' 雷 かみなり　'thunder' 橘 たちばな　'tachibana citrus'

(Actually lots of names of plants and animals, but most of them are written in katakana now so you don't see the kanji version.)

Wikipedia says 'lake' and 'ocean' were originally 水海 and 潮海, so maybe うみ just meant 'mass of water' with freshwater and saltwater subtypes...

Yeah, I have encountered a bunch of words like this (mostly not single character though), where the kanji form is just the translation into Chinese and then the hirigana makes it clear it has a totally different etymology. (Good point on the plants and animals--we both got super confused by Ginkgo a few years ago for reasons downstream of this phenomenon.)

眼鏡　めがね　'glasses'　"should" be 目金 火傷　やけど　'burn'　　"should" be 焼け処 眩暈　めまい　'dizzy'　　"should" be 目舞い[1] 刀　　かたな　'sword'　　"should" be 片刃[2]

In general, I would much prefer it if Japanese would just write compound native words in ways that are transparent about that compounding. 手袋 is great, for instance. "Hand bags" is memorable, it's obvious how the word is constructed, and no one cares that it's not quite the same as the Chinese word for gloves.

I know that the people I want to yell at about this died like a thousand years ago, but stop messing up your writing system by simping for China! They don't think about you at all!