fiction got off soooo lucky with dreams and hallucinations. imagine if the human brain didn't come with a built-in path to surreal imagery that could perfectly represent abstract themes and emotional truths through metaphor. we'd be so fucked man
Bro I implore you?!? I fucking beseech thee?!?!!?
Two of the main fish that we breed at work are clownfish and dottybacks, and in most of the tanks in boodstock we have a clown pair and a dotty pair. Recently I have begun to think of them as the opposites of each other. Hear me out okay
Clownfish are all born male and the largest one in a group becomes the dominant female. She protects the territory and defends their nest from predators and rivals, while the smaller male tends to the eggs. Sometimes they fight but a happy, bonded clownfish couple is a force united, both of them prepared to keep their eggs safe at any cost.
Dotties are all born female and the largest one becomes the male. He is also territorial and defends his nest violently if necessary. But, he is also the sole caretaker of the eggs. The female dotty has no parental instincts whatsoever. In fact, part of the reason male dotties are so territorial is because the female is a predator. She won’t hesitate to turn around and eat the eggs she just laid. So, even the most chill dotty couple is in a constant tango of paranoia over the possibility of the female sneaking in and eating her own children. Even if the two have lived together peacefully for years, he has no problem ripping her apart if she gets too close to his nest before the eggs hatch.
It’s like a house with a happy loving couple on one floor and their downstairs neighbors are in a fight to the death because the wife was trying to eat their kids again.
"gender is a social construct": fairly easy for leftists to understand
"race is a social construct": a bit harder to swallow for some but still reasonable
"mental illness is a social construct": this one gets you hate mail in your inbox
Gotta add previous tags on here, because this is gonna live rent free in my head from now on. The stars are real, constellations are not. Damn. Tags by @smoreofbabylon (if you don’t want me to put you on blast like this I’ll delete lol!)
"the stars are real, but the constellations are socially constructed"
Source: Dorothy Parker FB
This one is always worth reposting. Telegram sent by Dorothy Parker to Robert Benchley, December 31, 1929.
you'd think that "inhuman thing that isn't a person but speaks like a person and talking to it will slowly drive you mad" would only be found in folktales and fables and so on. but no. chatgpt
chatgpt actually makes me feel better to talk to it than almost any human I've ever known but yeah sure
you are a frog in a pot and you are boiling yourself
-via Design Bloom, November 24, 2023. Very cool! Some excellent info on exactly why these will be so useful in the comments.
"New Yorkers bite more people than sharks annually" is an excellent example of how statistics can be misleading. Like yeah no shit, do you have any idea how rare it is to even encounter a shark in the wild? They're not exactly urban animals. I'm pretty damn sure that if sharks were living in big cities like pigeons, just strolling down the streets looking for food scraps, you'd see a lot more news stories about New Yorkers biting them.
Enough random notes that have a written story on them as environmental storytelling, explore the space, get crazier with it.
You move into a house and aw cute, it has the kids height on the walls but you notice there's a three foot difference in height between measurements, you check the date, they're a month apart. The final measurement is on the ceiling. It's dated two days ago.
You're part of a recovery team that have finally found a stranded ship, they were found too late and have all passed a long time ago. They all died of starvation. You enter their storeroom, it's filled with food. In the dining hall you find the tables laden with perfectly fine looking breads, cakes, cured meats, jams, candies. Your medic says all the people sitting at the table didn't eat a Thing.
You wake up in an apocalypse. You can't find anyone at all as you wander the streets but you do hear faint music playing from somewhere. You stumble into a supermarket, to see all the aisles still full, except for the shelf that was full of ear plugs, which look to be the only thing that was looted.
Like there's light, sound, props. Having a street where every house is decimated except for One. Landing on a planet known for having No Water and a plant is growing and you don't know where it could have possibly gotten moisture from but you can't find the citizens Anywhere.
I'm sorry, I'm just kinda over the "graffiti on the wall to show the bad guy is around". That's not environmental storytelling that's just normal story. Show me I'm in the villains territory by the rain suddenly cutting out above me as I'm driving, even though it's meant to be raining all night. I park the car and step out, and realise the constellations are Wrong, until I see they're Not constellations, they're the blinking lights of a massive ship-
I Will stop now because everytime I go to write a sentence it devolves into another prompt but I'm just saying we have a Lot of senses, engage them, show me the Environment in environmental storytelling.
a few Chaz screenshots to brighten up your day
it’s actually very easy to live a life free of social media if you don’t consider tumblr a form of social media. which i don’t. #freedom #technologicallyfree #offline #amish
