getting really tired of going to craft markets and seeing 17 stands of “"homemade jewelry”“ where the homemade part is attaching earring hooks to mass produced charms bought in bulk online. i think we’ve lost sight of the idea here folks
i want to see some absolutely dogshit, piss-poor renaissance paintings.
ik the masters were great and everything, but not everyone back then could have been a master. i need some frame of reference over here.
May I introduce you to “The Ricotta Eaters” (1585), a painting I could only describe as Ontologically Evil:
I know it’s technically competent, but it just has a horrid aura surrounding it. I don’t even care about disrespecting the Italian master Vincenzo Campi anymore, he should have looked at this painting and destroyed it like a sick beast.
They’re eating ricotta in a way we did NOT choose to continue
The difference of text in Nuncio depending on whether you use candles or sunlight to illuminate the Bazaar’s discarded body part…. ough….. such a small thing but gets to the suncrab core. The message can survive! the message can be understood!
warming tears of the Bazaar gets this vision…. “There is no Sequence for this”! “WE MAKE OUR OWN ROAD YET”!!
i think we should start describing fallen london ambitions really vaguely and really badly. heart’s desire is the one with the monkey. bag a legend is the one with the bat. light fingers is the one with the trigger warnings. nemesis is the one with the 777 skyglass knives
Bag a legend is the one with the bat. Hearts desire is the one with the bat. Light fingers is the one with the bat. Nemesis is the one with the bat.
Finally broke down and looked up “67” on wikipedia today, and i love that wikipedia had to include the fact that people are using the meme as evidence of “brain rot” in younger generations because of how low-effort it is. And like, i have no horse in this race, i’m clearly out of touch enough with what the kids are saying that i have to go look up memes on the internet to understand them, but brain rot? I’m pretty sure kids have been saying random numbers as memes since… like, the beginning of language. the beginning of numbers. I’m guessing that some time around 15,000 years ago in hunter-gatherer tribes all around the world a scene played out where one kid shouted “hey look, four rocks!” after seeing a few rocks on the ground, and every other kid in the tribe shouted “four rocks! four rocks!” and the adults just stood around like “what the fuck are the kids on about now?” and then had to live with the kids saying “four rocks!” every time they saw four of literally any object together. Like, this does not seem like a new phenomenon.
Angel and devil on your shoulder except it’s Terry Pratchett saying writer’s block is fake and Douglas Adams being locked in a hotel room by his publisher so he’d actually work on his manuscript.
Re: blorbo from my research, here is my favorite ever case study. I’m obsessed with it.
Summary:
- Guy presents to neurology with muscle issues, very clearly has something going on but diagnostic tests are inconclusive
- History is mostly unremarkable. Key word, mostly. He drinks four liters of plain Earl Grey tea per day. For context this is nearly twice the recommended daily fluid intake. All fluids, to be clear, not just tea. He only drinks tea tho
- Bergamot is known to be phototoxic in high doses (reacts badly on your skin with sunlight)
- APPARENTLY nobody previously has consumed enough of it for it to be widely known that it is also, apparently, mildly toxic to ingest in high doses
- Guy starts drinking plain black tea again. Only 2 liters this time (he didn’t have a medical reason to drink that much tea, he just liked it) and so now he’s fully recovered
