It’s nice to meet all you. I am she/her, can speak Toki Pona and English (non-natively), and locatable on Reddit as MozartWasARed. The links at https://discord.gg/sEuSSDz6TQ and https://www.deviantart.com/triagonal/art/My-copyright-policy-and-the-impact-it-extends-into-906668443 are pertinent to me.
Yes, and I’ve done a variant of this. I do a lot of art and lately have been trying a little of every art medium. Sketches, digital art, chalk art, tattooing, baking cakes, crop circles, etc. When I stop doing something, it’s like my emotional focus turns off though.
I haven’t genuinely enjoyed myself in so long, that’s something I think I may have lost. I have no idea how I’ll get it back.
Is it wishful thinking to say he was the first to say “thanks Obama”?
One reason might be that the Greek versions were made more for the Greek alphabet.
Just a glass of flavored water I’m going to leave undrunk because a bunch of ladybugs decided to cannonball into it. They seem to be enjoying themselves and I don’t really need the water so I’ll leave it alone.
I have often been asked if I have autism. They often seem ready to wonder this if it seems like a situation is approaching where I can’t, in their eyes and their words, “read the room”. The very concept “of reading the room”, they then have to be told, plays out differently even on a cultural level. I am not of a common cultural background, and this is said to demonstrate itself in, say, seeing someone’s arms crossed. I see crossed arms and, if anything, I’m going to assume “decision maker mode”. They then ask “don’t you see I’m angry”.
For our sake, I’d be lying to say I don’t operate based on “tell, don’t show”, which is the opposite of what others often say, which is supposed to be beneficial yet often gives off the opposite impression because people want to cling to the idea that assumptions are inherent. People often also complain about how complex yet semantically loose (owing to “culture”, but at the same time I wonder why people, again, use their own expectations of verbal norms to assume what something must mean, instead of acknowledging dictionary-described words and sentences are just the word equivalent of mathematical equations) my communication is. Relevantly, that can be combined with my experiences with, ironically, people bashing me for not living up to their “unspoken directives” rather than gentility inspired by how I would say I expect logic to work, to produce the impression in me that maybe neurodivergent people are onto something with their sense of clockwork, placing me in what could be called autistic culture by nurture rather than nature, as is my calling when I’m told I’m only destined to rattle around in the realm of normal people. The neurotypical practice of succumbing to bias based on trained taboo and the infallibility of their dear ones (relevant among the gossipers) has done nothing except disillusion me in the presence of all who willingly exist without a striving for protocol clockwork, and if I had an ark, I would fill it with these neurodivergent people they say they fear.
Makes me wish I could be into that stuff, might be interesting to see the life and art down there.
That moment when Shigeru Miyamoto made Mario because he couldn’t get the rights to Popeye, yet DiC has the power to make Inspector Gadget a part of Mario canon. Chad move.
The old Nintendo cartoons, things like the Mario Super Show and the classic Sonic show. If you thought live action Mario and Luigi arguing with fungus people was weird, sometimes the people behind the cartoons would get so lazy that they wouldn’t fully draw some of the frames or throw in a lazy scenario for the main characters like “what if Yoshi had a secret family he was hiding off-screen”. Of note, people often ask me “why are you so relatively soft on the Zelda CDi games” and the answer relates to the deal of effort.
If puppet shows count, objectively it’s Mr. Meaty.
The sound of snow.
A camera can only show us what it sees. It doesn’t objectively necessitate a viewer’s interpretation of it. I remember some of us being called down to the principal’s office (before the age of footage-based scandals, which if anything imply shortcoming in the people progressing the rulings to be in so much awe at, sadly a common occurrence, adding to the “normal people distaste” I have, and something authorities have made sure I’m no stranger to) who may say “we saw you on the camera doing something against the rules” only to be responded to with “that’s not me, I have an alibi” or “that’s not me, I wouldn’t wear that jacket” or “that’s not me, I can’t do that person’s accent” (aforementioned serial slander of me serving as a prime example where this would be the case). In connection to the process, you might say it’s witness testimony from a machine and that they’ve “just started” to get into the habit of not being very honest to the humans in thw court. I remember my first lie.
You could say the Veryovkina Cave in Georgia is the biggest room in the world, if you define a room as a single continuous enclosure not impeded by any barriers or gates. It’s referred to as the Mount Everest of caves and has six points of entry once thought to be unrelated. My best friends are cave hobbyists (my body isn’t ready as they say, though to be fair neither are theirs for different reasons), seeing/capturing never before things all the time, and are probably evading the law that far below our overworld right now.
My older sister gave my dad a dead bird she found when she was little. It ranks among the highest I’ve ever heard anyone shriek.
He made threats at gunpoint.
That moment when you take the advice to ride a horse the wrong way.
Thanks Obama.
Supposing I were into drugs (not saying I’m not), my options feel limited since there are doubts that my medically challenged body would take it well.