Okay. A couple of others now that I'm thinking about them.
From The Past is Red by Catherynne M. Valente, a book about an Earth swallowed by rising seas:
MY NAME IS Tetley Abednego and I am the most hated girl in Garbagetown. I am nineteen years old. I live alone in Candle Hole, where I was born, and have no friends except for a deformed gannet bird I’ve named Grape Crush and a motherless elephant seal cub I’ve named Big Bargains, and also the hibiscus flower that has recently decided to grow out of my roof, but I haven’t named it anything yet. I love encyclopedias, a cassette I found when I was eight that says Madeline Brix’s Superboss Mixtape ’97 on it in very nice handwriting, plays by Mr. Shakespeare or Mr. Webster or Mr. Beckett, lipstick, Garbagetown, and my twin brother, Maruchan. Maruchan is the only thing that loves me back, but he’s my twin, so it doesn’t really count. We couldn’t stop loving each other any more than the sea could stop being so greedy and give us back China or drive time radio or polar bears. But he doesn’t visit anymore.
Also by Valente, the opening for Osmo Unknown and the Penny Woods
Once upon a time, in the beginning of the world, a certain peculiar Forest fell in love with a deep, craggy Valley. The Forest was very dashing. For a forest. Full of tall, thick trees and soft meadows and thorny brambles and a number of clever, bushy animals. The Valley was quite the catch as well, full of great big blue stones and clover and fat black hens and orange flowers. The whole wide earth agreed it was a very good match. And so the Forest and the Valley decided to do as folk have always done and settle down together to see what they might make between the two of them. They put their heads together and tinkered with the stones and the sky and the moon and the autumn and the spring. They pottered about with mushy dirt and rainstorms and exciting new sorts of pumpkins. They went abso- lutely bonkers over mushrooms. They experimented rashly with a year boasting four hundred and seventy-eight days, rather than the usual three hundred and sixty-five. They dabbled in badgers; hedgehogs; raccoons; bears both giant and pygmy; red-, green-, and blue-tailed deer; jackdaws; owls; parrots; cassowaries; flamingos; coots; herons; and pangolins. Most of these weren’t meant to live anywhere near the Forest or the Valley, but they were young and rebellious then and cared nothing for anyone else’s rules.
I remember the book Feed by Mira Grant having an opening scene that 100% full throttle right away. I looked it up just now. It's not quite how I remember it, but it's good and it was a great book, so I'm commenting with the quote here.
It’s amazing what you can use for a ramp, given the right motivation. Someone’s collapsed fence was blocking half the road, jutting up at an angle, and I hit it at about fifty miles an hour. The handlebars shuddered in my hands like the horns of a mechanical bull, and the shocks weren’t doing much better. I didn’t even have to check the road in front of us because the moaning started as soon as we came into view. They’d blocked our exit fairly well while Shaun played with his little friend, and mindless plague carriers or not, they had a better grasp of the local geography than we did. We still had one advantage: Zombies aren’t good at predicting suicide charges. And if there’s a better term for driving up the side of a hill at fifty miles an hour with the goal of actually achieving flight when you run out of “up,” I don’t think I want to hear it.
It's okay to disagree with people. You're being a dick while disagreeing with people, though.
I get that you're being practical here. You're not technically wrong, and the people who are disagreeing with you really are arguing points of nuance.
But they aren't wrong either. That nuance matters in certain contexts.
You can pick this hill to defend. Or you can learn something that you didn't know about the people in your online community, and probably your IRL community too.
Embrace learning something new. It will almost never be a waste of your time.
I appreciate you.
Wow. Yeah, absolutely. I had forgotten about that game until you mentioned it. Thank you for reminding me. It's entirely unique and deserves to be remembered. But yeah, I don't think I have it in me to replay it.
This is exactly where I'm at too.
They wasted tons of time showing us battles between people who don't matter just so they could work in a gratuitously long genocide as early as possible. And that means there's no time to develop Aang's character or relationships. So we just get wooden actors staring at the camera and saying "You are a kind and generous character. We are friends". If they had put the characters first and trusted that the audience will care about these people without CGI battles, when they did get around to showing scenes of emotional turmoil and conflict it would have been way more impactful.
These are called "aptroynms" and Wikipedia has a great list of them and also inaptroyms. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aptronym
Yeah, my time on Beehaw is almost always pleasant. I really love seeing people arguing in the comments of a post and inevitably after a few exchanges they go out of their way to de-escalate tensions and recognize each other as people. Real conversations, real differing of opinions, but maintaining respect for people.
My coach used to tell the story of a really promising track and field athlete who might have had a serious shot on the world scene, but quit to play in his band called The Barenaked Ladies. I never fact checked that, so I have no idea if it was true or not. But it stuck with me because it made me think of all the people who might have been incredible in one field or another who just never gave it a shot.
I think the important difference in this case is like the difference between a human enjoying a song that they hear being performed vs a company recording a song that someone is performing and then replaying that song on demand for paying customers.
I think it's a really cool idea. My first concern is about the amount of information that could be stored. I'm betting that syncing for certain services or use cases means transporting a significant amount of data.
Yeah, that's exactly my first thought while reading this. If I rewrote the list of achievements above to sound like I was claiming they all happened to me, and then posted it to twitter, it would be indistinguishable from most other "🙄 that happened" posts.
People will be saying similar stuff about Taylor Swift in 100 years; by definition being legendary means being unreal.
How is it I've been alive this long and I've never seen this joke made before?! It's so simple and obvious after the fact, but completely new (to me) and a delight. Thanks!
I suppose it depends on how good of a writer you are.
Some writers can say things we all know so well that it's like we're finally understanding it for the first time. Some writers have a knack for delivering facts or prose with the perfect dose of humor; it's not what they say, but how they say it that is valuable.
I suppose the question of what merits a book has is more complicated than just "does this book push the envelope of human knowledge", huh?
Hoping for some support
Hi all,
I've been through a rough year. I've had to rebuild myself from ground up and now that I'm back and looking at what comes next, I'm feeling scared and uncertain. I could really use some kind words or to hear about the experiences of someone else who's gone through the same. I'd even welcome advice, if you feel like there's something I should know.
Here's a bit about me.
In the spring of last year, I was a husband and a dad 5 years into a fairly typical marriage. We had recently experienced a miscarriage and her mom had recently moved in with us due to a brain injury. Things were stressful.
My wife re-connected with an ex who lives far away and was at that time going through a divorce. They ended up engaging in long distance cheating. She told me that thing got out of hand and she assured me that she was putting an end to that, but she also made it clear that she dropping him as a friend wasn't an option. A few weeks later, she asked if we could talk about opening up our marriage.
I initially said no. I had a previous disastrous experience with adding people to a relationship. Based on that, I was of the opinion that on paper polyamory was a great idea (no one person can be 100% of what someone else needs) but in practice it's messy and incredibly difficult and that we weren't starting from a strong enough position to take on that emotional load. She agreed. And then a couple of weeks later brought it up again.
I was fully aware of the signs here. My options were: 1. End the relationship or 2: Keep the relationship closed and find out about her cheating at some point in the future or 3: Open up the relationship even though I felt uncertain about it. I took the third option. I hoped that with my experience from the past that I might be able to build this into a successful poly relationship. I didn't thinking highly of our odds, but if we ended up succeeding I would be happy with the result. Regardless, things were going to change. All I could do was hope for the best.
We did our best. Looking back on it now, it's laughable that we thought we had prepared enough, but we did the best we could at the time. I had decided I'd wait several months before I started being open to new relationships, to provide as much stability as I could at home. She went off to spend several days with him. On the day she left, she said "I won't let anything harm you or our relationship. If things get too difficult, let me know and I'll end things with him or at least take a break". Four very difficult weeks later, she told me that she wasn't going to keep working on our relationship and that we were over as a couple.
I've spent the last year recovering from that rejection and emotional turmoil. I took a major hit to my confidence and it took a very long time to get that back and feel like myself again. My ex-wife and I managed to maintain a strong co-parent relationship throughout. I have massive respect for her as a mother and she feels the same about me as a dad. We both want to spend every day with our child and would rather deal with the complexity of us living together than make things simple and live separately.
Now I'm living with my ex and our child and thinking about what comes next. I don't have to consider my next relationship from a ENM context, but I strongly identify with what I see as the core principles of ENM and I'd be happy to be in a relationship with someone who is identifies as poly. I'm not planning on living away from my child (and therefore my ex) any time soon; that kind of non-traditional lifestyle might be unacceptable by a large number of potential partners out there. So it seems like I'd be more likely to find an understanding person in the poly/ENM community.
But I have concerns. The poly community around me must be small compared to the general population. I have no idea how to effectively integrate into that community (I've been to some munches, which have been a lot of fun, but even at poly/ENM specific events there seems to be a focus on kink). I'm not as young as I used to be. I'm concerned that choosing a lifestyle that gives me the most time with my child is also going to prevent me from finding someone to build a meaningful relationship with. And if that's the case, so be it, I wouldn't change my decision.
I'm just looking for some words of support. I've learned recently how important it is to have a community instead of just one person that you rely on, so I'm reaching out to see what's here.