There is nothing like being told about austerity by a woman wearing a million pound hat

you-cant-call-a-blog-cornflakes:

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Gosh, she must have a real strong neck to hold up a million pound hat.

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rosalarian:

When I say people want to see more diversity in stories, no, I really don’t mean different stories about straight white dudes. I really, really don’t mean that at all. This isn’t about types of stories being told. This is specifically about people. I’m not letting you make this about something else. You are not hijacking this message to make sure we’re still talking about straight white dudes.

Literally my least favorite thing in the world, short of someone applying thumbtacks to the skin beneath my fingernails, is when some asshat steps on a person saying these things with the “I only care if they’re good stories.”

Yeah, well, we’ve got a shitton more good stories about straight white dudes and they’re not going away. You’re not some sort of narrative purist if you think you’re a colorblind, genderblind, sexualityblind paragon of media consumption. You’re an asshole, and you’re probably wrong.

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Tags: frustrations

My Children’s and YA literature class ends the semester with a big happy pile of dystopian fiction, capped off with M.T. Anderson’s Feed. It’s interesting in that it predates the current dystopian trend by a handful of years and envisioned a sort of Google Glass attached right to the brain at birth, a modern world of instant information and targeted advertising directly to the brain. It’s uninteresting in that it’s the most blatant manic pixie dream girl story I’ve read since I stopped giving a shit about John Green.

Like, in a world so wholly corrupted by consumerism, so completely forced into ignorance, why is it that the main character, who we’re told is at least a little smarter than his other teen aged friends, needs a (n eventually fridged) girl made of curiosity and wonder to buck the trends of his day? Sure, you could argue that the main character is purposefully insipid, because who wouldn’t be after 24/7 advertisements since birth? But that fits oh so conveniently with this mold created by 30 and 40 something male creatives that think the best way to jump start a bummed out high school dude is to give him a girl who’d be better off doing her own damn thing without the ball and chain of a moronic boyfriend who can barely string his thoughts together and murmur “You’re so quirky cool!” alongside his winningest smile after two paragraphs of Clever Girl Word Vomit.

Are there stories about would-be manic pixie dream girls giving the tired young dudes that think they deserve them the finger, then fucking off and dating each other and doing better for themselves than enriching the lives of douchenozzles?

Turns out six of the twelve empty hours I need to make up for in Senior Year pt. 2 stem from repeated fiction workshops. I thought that was an acceptable thing to do, seeing as I had three workshops with three different teachers and it’s, y’know, experiential more than rote work, but alas.

Also, for my major, I need to take a different sort of workshop, which leaves me with…a poetry workshop.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffudge. (No offense to poets or anything, but my brain’s not too wired for it and to this day there is only one poem in particular I like and I’m not even sure why, because I still spend too much time figuring out how fiction works to start worrying over poetry. Even though it would probably help me fiction better. Whatever.)

gracierocket:

hellotailor:

lardypoison:

did I ever tell you I used to read the welsh version of harry potter as a kid

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"hogwarts’ fast train"

with such loveable characters as

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and of course who could forget the four houses

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and possibly the most dignified

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gracierocket plz tell me you’ve seen this i’m dying

Of course I have!! They’re approximate translations too - done to sound right and mean similar, I think. Will check.

I would have been infinitely more okay with Pottermore sticking me in Hufflepuff if it was spelled “Wfftipwff.”

"If there is a magic in story writing, and I am convinced there is, no one has ever been able to reduce it to a recipe that can be passed from one person to another. The formula seems to lie solely in the aching urge of the writer to convey something he feels important to the reader. If the writer has that urge, he may sometimes, but by no means always, find the way to do it. You must perceive the excellence that makes a good story good or the errors that makes a bad story. For a bad story is only an ineffective story."

— John Steinbeck (via ruckawriter)

Today was warm enough that I put on a hoodie and then thought twice about it. Not five hours ago, I sat on my front porch and had a cigarette in some nice springy weather.

Now I look out my window and there’s a surprise inch of snow on the ground. I won’t be surprised when we discover a heat devouring cosmic horror hanging around above the midwest.

vablatsky:

this game is why I have trust issues

Oooh, I remember playing this on my family computer, and I remember dying repeatedly at this exact spot! If you think it’s terrifying as is, try playing it on a computer that was four years old in 2000 and see how it turns into a slideshow entitled Spiders Slowly Crawling Towards You and How They Relate to Your Inevitable Death.

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smattenhove:

Pictured: stressed out baby dragon

More like a baby dragon who’s gonna handle the end of this semester and then have a drunken Metal Gear Solid marathon with his bff.
(Also pictured: the mug I got him for Christmas like three years ago)

smattenhove:

Pictured: stressed out baby dragon

More like a baby dragon who’s gonna handle the end of this semester and then have a drunken Metal Gear Solid marathon with his bff.

(Also pictured: the mug I got him for Christmas like three years ago)

Tags: bff

geekykristie asked: *Throws confetti* You finished TXF! *crazed laughter* Even the later seasons! *whale song* Yeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Thank you, thank you! I’d like to thank my friends, and Animal Crossing for giving me something to occupy my fidgety hands with while I watched!

It was quite an ordeal. One I’m happy I went through, even if it led to two whole seasons of idly complaining on tumblr.

Anonymous asked: hey macklemore can we go thrift shopping?

I haven’t a clue what the hell this is supposed to mean or be referring to.

I need some summer clothes tho, so sure, let’s hit up the thrift shop.

Wes Anderson is Edgar Rice Burroughs’ great-grandson.

What the fuck.

sonnetscrewdriver:

andrewhickeywriter:

ilovecharts:

Always proofread your hatemail to English teachers

99% sure this is a fake. Who refers to their teacher as “English IV Teacher” rather than “Mr X” or “Mrs Y” or whatever?

I think contempt is sometimes expressed through deliberately refusing to use a person’s name. Maybe it’s that?

The document itself may be fabricated, but the representative opinions and ironic weak grasp of language are not.

sonnetscrewdriver:

andrewhickeywriter:

ilovecharts:

Always proofread your hatemail to English teachers

99% sure this is a fake. Who refers to their teacher as “English IV Teacher” rather than “Mr X” or “Mrs Y” or whatever?

I think contempt is sometimes expressed through deliberately refusing to use a person’s name. Maybe it’s that?

The document itself may be fabricated, but the representative opinions and ironic weak grasp of language are not.

In the wee hours of the morning, I watched “The Truth,” finale of The X-Files. It is over. It is done. Was it worth it?

Well, for starters, I found myself remembering a Brady Bunch episode I saw with my mother when I was a kid and wondering if I had somehow skipped it. Turns out it was the penultimate episode, a humorous little shindig with no real relation to anything else. In other words, a perfect setup for the finale, right?

And then came The Truth”itself. Notice: there was not much truth involved. It was probably the most boring in the entire series. Perhaps that’s because 2/3s of it was a recap, and I didn’t need a recap after dedicating many hours of my life to this show in just a few short months. But even if it wasn’t a recap, a special hour and a half episode ending a series of intrigue and wonder decided the best way to do that was to spend an hour just…talking. In a sudden melodramatic courtroom drama. And Mulder saw some ghosts, because reasons, because some people died but we wanted them here whatever.

And, of course, by the episode’s end we’ve reaffirmed everything that happened with the Syndicate and the alien rebels way back when, but still don’t really have a goshdamned clue what’s up with the super soldiers, how the aliens could colonize again when the rebels “won,” why they’re even bothering to wait…I am not mad I watched this series all the way through. For about six and a half seasons there, the hit-to-miss ratio was tilted severely in the hit direction. I could stomach a couple of bad seasons. Mostly. As long as I had tumblr to complain to about it. 

doublefine:

Double Fine and Oni Press team up with Zac Gorman to bring you a Costume Quest graphic novel!
Read Zac’s interview with ComicsAlliance here:
http://comicsalliance.com/costume-quest-invasion-of-the-candy-snatchers-oni-press-graphic-novel-zac-gorman-interview/

doublefine:

Double Fine and Oni Press team up with Zac Gorman to bring you a Costume Quest graphic novel!

Read Zac’s interview with ComicsAlliance here:
http://comicsalliance.com/costume-quest-invasion-of-the-candy-snatchers-oni-press-graphic-novel-zac-gorman-interview/