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ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

Whenever Americans use Cryillic like. That. I just. Instantly shrivel up an cry

The cruelty of racist white men.

After Neil said that they kept David Tenant in a box on set I couldn't get this image out of my head...

You know what fantasy stories don't use enough? Different measuring scales, and confusion caused by them. Because before the metric system, practically every place and culture had their own measures for weights, lengths and distances. It would be fun to add that into a story for added realistic cultural confusion.

The average dwarf is four or five feet tall, but not in human measures. Yeah they're still shorter than humans but the dwarf foot (and the namesake measure of length) is bigger in proportion to their body. "Is that in dwarf feet or human feet?" is a common question to hear on construction sites, wherever human carpenters and dwarf masons are working together.

A dedicated local Common Misconception Historian has a pet peeve about the whole "princess Featherblade was only 12 years old when she led the attack on Marshland Halls" -myth, because the historical recordings on the human side are off. While she was remarkably young, that myth came about back in the day when humans were still trying to apply "dog years" to elves, and in an elven life span, 120 years is not a direct equivalent to a 12-year-old human.

A whole culture whose smallest unit of weight loosely translates to "about as much as an apple", and varies from region to region depending on the size of local apples. These people are famed for their alchemists, whose uncanny ability to simply measure their ingredients by heart, making their recipes essentially impossible to replicate. This famed skill is a matter of survivor bias - the ones that don't have that knack ten to explode into fine mist.

There’s something Frozen in the State of Denmark...

It doesn’t work completely but please enjoy my spontaneous Hamlet rendition of “Let it go”:

Hamlet no!

The snow glows white on the castle tonight,

they say a ghost is walking.

The kingdom is of Denmark,

and strangely I’m not king.

The wind is howling like my drunk uncle inside,

couldn’t kick him out, heaven knows I’ve tried.

Don’t let them kiss don’t let them scheme,

be the good son, punish’ th’ adulterous queen.

Conceal, don’t feel don’t let them know,

Well, they don’t know-

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

just hold it back a lil’ more.

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

Proof first then blood galore!

I don’t care what they’re going to say,

Pretend to be mad, rage on,

‘phelia’s feelings never bothered me anyway.

It’s how funny the Queen, just gives this satyr all,

and here I stage the play, that will prepare his fall,

It’s time to see what I can do,

To trap the conscience of a fool.

No lies, no ghosts, just truth for me.

I see!

Hamlet no, Hamlet  no,

Let not his soul to heaven fly,

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

In his adulter’us bed he’ll die,

Here I stand and here I slay.

Let ‘phelia rage on….

My small mistake, sent Polonius to the ground.  

My old  friends, are to their death in England bound.

And Laertes’ wild revolt hits like a fiery blast.

Yeah Danish monarchs, soon are thing of past.

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

As men stand with rapiers drawn,

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

Cup’s poisioned, Queen is gone

Here I stand and the King I slay,

Let Fortinbras rage on,

The rest is silence anyway.

As the Ides of March approaches, let us all remember it not as the day Caesar was stabbed a whole bunch, but for what it truly was: the day a group of organized elected representatives killed a sitting unelected dictator.

Here's a fun story of malicious compliance to brighten your day:

Until recently, a few people in my office had these desk shades to combat the obnoxious fluorescent lights, which is very helpful for people (like me) with migraines or other light-sensitivity issues.

A few days ago, everyone who has them was told to take them down. Different people were given different reasons - It violates fire code (it doesn't) / It blocks line of sight (sort of?). Since this goes against the existing status quo, the union reps (my beloved) jumped on it. Someone jokingly suggested using umbrella hats instead, since hats are allowed in the dress code. Today, the union reps are passing out these ridiculous things in protest:

If the rules are absurd, the resistance should match.

Launching my first art blogs with a small comic based on the amazing words of Ursula K. Le Guin!