having undiagnosed autism as like an elementary schooler is like “hi!!!! i love everyone and want everyone to be my friends!!!! :D” and then everyone is really fucking mean to you constantly for reasons you can’t even begin to comprehend
eBay and etsy sellers ordering in bulk from aliexpress and temu, maybe changing some of the findings on a piece, lying about its provenance and describing it as “vintage”…. as if I don’t have reverse image search…
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“A lot of these pieces were made by various local artists from the 1960’s to the 1990’s using both new and recycled components” girl come on
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this seller claims it was a “unique vintage store find” but to be fair maybe they did buy it secondhand from somebody else.
anyway, kids, remember that reverse image search is your friend! and by the way here’s the original 1870 Italian piece that this cute little replica is based on. it’s at the V&A museum.
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“exquisitely made one at a time in our Los Angeles studio” oh go fuck yourself
I can’t post this win on any other platform but I know you guys will appreciate it, today I both physically felt a public meltdown coming on and avoided it through a number of coping strategies #mystrategies
I love animation history and one of the things that always baffled me was how did animators draw the cars in 101 Dalmatians before the advent of computer graphics?
Any rigid solid object is extremely challenging for 2D artists to animate because if one stray line isn’t kept perfectly in check, the object will seem to wobble and shift unnaturally.
Even as early as the mid 80’s Disney was using a technique where they would animate a 3D object and then apply a 2D filter to it. This practice could be applied to any solid object a character interacts with: from lanterns a character is holding, to a book (like in Atlantis), or in the most extreme cases Cybernetic parts (like in Treasure Planet).
But 101 Dalmatians was made WAY before the advent of this technology. So how did they do the Cruella car chase sequence at the end of the film?
The answer is so simple I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me sooner:
They just BUILT the models and painted them white with black outlines 🤣
That was the trick. They’re not actually 2D animated, they’re stop motion. They were physical models painted white and filmed on a white background. The black outlines become the lineart lines and they just xeroxed the frame onto an animation cel and painted it like any other 2D animated frame.
That’s how they did it! Isn’t that amazing? It’s such a simple low tech solution but it looks so cool in the final product.
Due to recent changes (*shakes fist at tech bros fucking up the planet*) I feel obliged to point out for the sake of anyone who does not have timestamps on that this post is from 2021 and therefore predates AI.
I applaud the guy bravery for not using any kind of plastic to cover his ass in case the egg didn’t Don’t Broken Even Sitting On The Egg
My abortion was really one the most hated kind of abortion. I wasn’t underage. I wasn’t raped. I wasn’t in medical need.
I got pregnant not through some fluke or 1 in a 100 contraceptive failure. I got pregnant because I was knowingly and willfully having unprotected sex. Out of wedlock too if that matters.
It was my own fault, I was being irresponsible because I knew I could always get an abortion if I got pregnant. My abortion was as close as it comes to ‘using abortion as a contraceptive’ as anti-choicers love to say.
I didn’t abort it because my health was in danger or because I didn’t have the ability to care for it or whatever else. I did it purely because I didn’t want a child. I wanted sex and I didn’t want to deal with any consequences from it.
There’s no moral here. I don’t feel bad about it whatsoever. I suffered no karmic consequences or punishment from god. My life is amazing. I want to rub this in the face of every conservative and anti-choicer. I did the terrible thing. I had an abortion for the most selfish of reasons and literally nothing happened. Suck it.
The caption reads: “Defeated by roses. Near Turin’s Lingotto station, along a lonely path, Miss Guida Concetta Rinino, 28 years old, who was bringing a nice bunch of roses to a relative, was accosted by an unknown young man. The young woman, rather than losing heart, defended herself with extraordinary energy, using the bunch of flowers as a weapon. So it was that the scoundrel, his face all scratched up, had to flee. (Drawing by Walter Molino.)”
Incredible. At a distance I understand how the woman might appear to be the abuser and the man the sympathetic victim, but the second you zoom into the man’s face the pink-cheeked rage- not remorse, or rejection, or embarrassment- not heartbreak or despair- but RAGE- the deeper story speaks itself into your suspicions.
And the bit where they’re HER roses? Almost a relief, but also sadder, as she will arrive at whatever event without them, or with them destroyed.
Do you think when the righteous anger and anxiety and annoyance fade, when she arrives at her destination- will her loved ones applaud her? Will she be proud? Will her hands shake? Will she walk home with company from then out, and for how long?
In this moment, she is provoked into anger. Anger is good- it appears strong. But look at his face. Would you put it past him to linger there after dark, in case she returns alone?
What story will HE tell, of ‘I was perfectly polite, but she didn’t even give me a chance- women like that, they’d swoon for a jerk in a heartbeat, but kind and flattering men like me?…”
I love this piece. It paints both stories while illustrating the power dynamics and struggles at play. This should be shown in art classes
“That’s why it’s hard to make friends when you’re older,” she said. “Friendship is rude.”
Her friend’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Think about it! When we’re kids we decide who we like and stick by them no matter what. As adults, we’re taught to be polite.
But, friendship is an imposition— at least, I want it to be. Call me after nine o’clock. Don’t think you’ll ever wear out your welcome. Overshare, show up at my door, go to the grocery store with me so we can waste another hour chatting.
We’ll never be friends if we spend all of our energy trying not to bother each other.”
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