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do you think burgers get lonely
Driving around my town trying to find one single burger just one burger or a hot dog but Unfortunately everythings just rubble and twisted scaffolding upstretched and rotting and theres shit on fire and a big black ass sky
Guess i cant do shit anymore Cause the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides... And yep, you guessed it: a dark wind blows.
so I spent a lot of last year working with / around this local activist group mostly made up of your typical ambiently queer, ambiently leftist college students. like every loose affinity group it struggled with the sort of unpredictable fluctuating capacity problem of most participants being tied to day jobs or college term times, variously disabled, turning up when they could make it and then vanishing for months at a time. it's to be expected with that kind of organising but it does also make for kind of a pain in the neck.
anyway this particular group does (or did?) have kind of a nucleus of very committed members who were more tight knit and ended up taking on a lot of the practical work themselves. they were your more serious vanguard party type communists, very much structure and role enjoyers, which is probably why things eventually played out the way they did. they took their commitments seriously and were constantly sort of irked that others saw the voluntary nature of the group as a reason to deprioritise it in favour of what might be life necessities but are still basically capitalist pursuits. fair, maybe.
about this time last summer, that inner circle apparently decided to get more serious about recruitment and figure out how to do outreach in a way that would bring in more committed membership to reliably spread the workload. the way these things go, a couple of these guys had originally met through a local gay bar's drag nights (specifically the drag king circuit) so one of the first things they did was draft in another friend who did marketing for those events already and get him pushing for more eyeballs on their event listings via twitter and instagram.
now, bar guy was very very good at this. one of his big innovations was the idea of using club promoter type strategies to get more students more consistently engaged with the group's activities. that basically meant appointing some of the more active members as 'outreach officers' and encouraging them to do things like organise socials for new volunteers and train those people in turn as recruiters, with a tiny bit of a floating budget for pot lucks and house parties every couple of months.
this worked astonishingly well, like beyond anyone's wildest expectations. at a certain point they had brand new members throwing their own parties just to introduce their friends to the people who recruited them, who in turn had been recruited by the volunteers the outreach officers trained. it worked so well that it got to be a problem because most of these newer members were also relatively new to organising and didn't have a whole lot of theory. it was getting very vibes based and suddenly there was a huge influx of people to handle who most original members didn't know. and also, because they'd asked a gay guy who promoted gay club nights to organise all this peer-to-peer recruitment, it turned out almost all the new members were gay men.
in itself that's not necessarily a problem, but obviously it presents a challenge for a group that's supposed to be open and diverse. especially because outside of the little clique who started all this, most of the old guard were not gay men. it didn't blow up into the kind of messy schism it could have, fortunately, but a lot of the older members (especially those who were less into the hardline soviet-nostalgia communist utopianism of the main organisers) decided around this point that they didn't feel the group was a good fit for them any more, and split.
so now the inner circle had a new problem. the remaining group was overwhelmingly now made up of very sweet well intentioned young gay men who wanted to volunteer with this cool voluntary circle of other young gay men who liked to party, and vanishingly few of them actually knew a whole lot about mao or lenin or the practicalities of community organising or what have you. but club guy was like "don't worry I've got this", and suddenly out of nowhere started producing all this orientation literature and politics 101 material that he was chain emailing to his army of new recruits and recruiters. like he just had all this shit ready to go. he had slogans, he had essays, he had these weird point by point breakdowns of what karl marx would have to say about your college courses and why communism was like actually a lot like bdsm if you think about it.
you will probably not be shocked to learn that it very quickly came out he had been generating all this shit with chatgpt. the group went into absolute meltdown, the vanguard party shut down their website and disassociated themselves completely from the whole mess, and the last I heard they're back to organising with some of the older group members and whoever turns up whenever they turn up. but club guy was unrepentant, he'd already sent out all his ideologyslop to his recruiters, who had sent it to their guys who sent it to their guys, who I guess are still out there recruiting twinks into the fully automated contentless communism mill,
or the MLM MLM LLM MLM if you're nasty.
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And will round out today's art spam with some lil guy joltiks I drew for a friend a while back. He IS the best boy.
And will round out today's art spam with some lil guy joltiks I drew for a friend a while back. He IS the best boy.
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oh my goodness, one of dian fosseyās first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badlyĀ that by the time sheād gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her:Ā āNearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.ā
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The lead up to that sentence is gold:
[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]
imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. itās conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.
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This is your captain speaking and yeah weāre not landing. I just feel like weāve got a really good thing up here and I donāt want to ruin it. This is my home and you are my people
We never have to go back

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the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal
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NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP
While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive
alternativelyā she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrongā because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife
im going INSANE thats MY POST.
It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.
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"are you gonna take those pills the rest of your life?" you mean my molecules? why surely you wouldn't deprive me of my molecules. they are shaped exactly just so, you see. my molecules
do you know how hard someone had to work to make my molecules into their molecule shapes??
they invented a new shape of molecule just for me and you want me to what, not absorb it???
reblog to remind somebody about their molecules
people who shape molecules at their jobs found this post and they're in the notes being happy to be appreciated. go take your fucking molecules
I told a guy his total was 13.21 and he said āwish it were that year, could actually get some good music on the radioā
breaking news from the AP, our boys on the front have just sacked constantinople. take that, heretics. coming up next are the soothing lute dirges of bing crosby
*screams of a witch burning at the stake*
THOU ART CURRENTLY LISTENING TO
*Gregorian chanting*
13.21
*leper bell ringing*
HIGH MEDIAEVAL FM
*recording of John Lackland sobbing as he signs the Magna Carta*
WHENCE COMETH NAUGHT BUT LITURGIES
LITURGIES
AND MORE LITURGIES
*Templar knights praying out loud*
THIS ISNāT THY GRANDMOTHERES STATION
*Imagine Dragons - Radioactive starts playing*
I think it would be really fucking funny to write a piece of fiction set entirely in real life but using lazy fantasy worldbuilding talk. I gather coin* for the road west** - I will need it to enter the Capital.***
* two quarters and two dimes
** Interstate 64
*** Richmond, Virginia
I must traverse the treacherous way north* to visit my lover at their place of learning. This city is a crossroads, positioned near the boundary point of a dark land we try not to visit.** It is an ancient place, riddled with the memory of the War.***
* Interstate 95
** Northern Virginia
*** American Civil
The road north is blocked by enemy forces.* I fear we will be overpowered if we continue,** and never reach our destination.*** Let us abandon the road and take the ancient mountain pass.**** We will mind the cruel structures of bygone years***** as you go.
* northern virginians
** get vehicular manslaughtered by a tesla driver just outside the mixing bowl
*** west maryland
**** cut through loudon county
***** mcmansions
I love this, if anything it kind of just feels like good writing rather than lazy writing. I know nothing about the places and people OP mentions, and itās likely that in the future none of the original connotations will be the same- so when itās described this way, it tells us exactly how they feel about these things and why they feel that way, without having to already know the assumed connotations. It literally makes the writing timeless when it would otherwise become dated quickly, which is why it makes sense that itās often used in fantasy stories. It condenses down the amount of information necessary for the audience to have to understand the story and setting, so we donāt end up with Tolkien-esque style writing with pages and pages of setting descriptors (which while amazingly well detailed in itās own right, often can begin to detract from the story itself when the audience runs out of attention or patience for it). I think it could make for an amazingly unique story when given the proper amount of care and attention.
I want to clarify first that Iām not responding to this comment because Iām trying to start a fight or a takedown. Iām responding to this one because I donāt agree with your comment but think you are getting at something useful, and because I think about the ethos of fantasy writing more than I think about most things in the world.
With that disclaimer out of the way, I think in making your point you are conflating my writing in this joke post with the writing that Iām making fun of in fantasy novels in a way that does not square. The ājokeā of my post, if you will, is in the interplay between deliberately lofty and vague fantasy language and specific, mundane, often unglamorous locations on the U.S. East Coast. For people who are from the area, the joke lands as recognition; for people who are not, the difference between registers is still funny and the use of generic fantasy-worldbuilding terms gives necessary context.
But outside the context of a joke, neither āI gather coin for the road westā nor āI gather quarters for the Downtown Expressway tollā would be especially useful or compelling sentences for building the world or any sense of feeling around it, not without further context.
If I was writing a novel set in the real-world U.S. state of Virginia and I wanted to make people care about Richmond, the stateās capital, it doesnāt really matter whether I call it Richmond or The Capital if Iām not establishing the setting in an interesting way. Youāre absolutely right that the aim of such a story would be to write about Richmond as if the audience had never been there before, to populate it with the specific textures of the city as it is or was in whatever time Iām writing about, and with characters that care about and have real relationships to these textures. In this way, when you do it well, setting a story in a real-life city works as a more large-scale and impactful version of making tumblr jokes about it: people who are from there think, āOh, that is what the Fan looks like in the fall,ā and people are not from there are effectively introduced to a new place that they have not been to or read about before and āĀ if the writing is effective ā drawn into caring about it for the length of time theyāre reading the story, and perhaps even afterward.
In contrast with the writer setting their story in a real-world city, the fantasy writer faces the same basic challenge of getting their audience to care about their setting, but with two key modifications: 1) the author has never been there, and is making the whole thing up, and 2) nobody else has ever been there either. There are no shortcuts āĀ there is no such thing as someone who grew up in Middle Earth and is therefore automatically inclined to smile at the mention of the Anduin or the Shire. We know these names because Tolkien placed enough effort, thought, detail, and description in the story that we as readers remember them and form emotional attachments to them.
In the context of this task, calling your currency āCoinā and your capital āThe Capitalā and your war āThe Warā can be called nothing else but lazy. Names are not the be-all-end-all of worldbuilding but they are a critical starting point. To get back to real life for a moment ā I do not get my water from the River, I get it from the Potomac; I do not visit my parents on the Highway, I take 95; I do not take a Train into the Capital, I take the Yellow Line on the Metro into Washington DC. These are not inherently interesting places to people who arenāt me, and they are not places that you have an obligation to care about just because Iāve named them. In some ways, introducing too many names and too much jargon at once is certainly an unpleasant and overwhelming demand on the reader; ask the guys at r/worldbuilding. But if I were to set out on the task of writing something that made you care about the city, the river, and the trains, names are the critical first step. Few novels read for pleasure have an unnamed protagonist; names, including place names, are a critical tool our brains use to form connections and attachments.
So where I think you are completely right is that the mere act of throwing names and history and other world-details at the reader is not sufficient to achieve effective worldbuilding. But naming things is a critical first step to making your audience remember and care. To return to Tolkien, we as readers donāt care about the Shire or Rivendell or Gondor because they have names; we care about them because the protagonists of the novels have established attachments and relationships to these places, attachments that drive and motivate them for the entirety of the story. But names ā and, yes, sometimes long descriptions ā are critical to making those attachments seem real and concrete. Does āSam, I miss our hometownā land the same way as āSam, I miss the Shireā? Do we feel the same way watching Faramir ready to die fighting for Gondor as we would if he had been laying his life down for The Capital? When Gondor calls for aid, would we feel the same sense of relief and triumph if Theodenās response was āAnd the Horse-Kingdom will answerā? And āĀ most critically ā would any of these charactersā stakes feel as desperate and important and emotionally resonant if they were not fighting for and remembering and reclaiming concrete locations with texture and a real sense of place and real inextricable ties to their identities?
Iām not holding tolkien up as the be-all-end-all here; there were things about writing setting that he did exceptionally well, and things that he overlooked to a comical degree, lazy shortcuts that he also took that were detrimental to the story. But I think he understood the critical nature of creating a real and textured setting and, most importantly, making that setting not only a contextless piece of Worldbuilding! with Lore! but something that genuinely moves and motivates and shapes the characters that come from it. I think both readers and writers of contemporary fantasy fiction often treat setting as the āeating your vegetablesā of a book, with characters and their relationships playing the role of dessert. I hope that in this response I have gotten across not only that it is absolutely lazy to write a whole-ass fantasy novel and never name your fictional countryās capital, but a little bit about why this is such a sticking point for me.
Thank you for your response, genuinely, for driving me to articulate all this in a slightly less silly context than a joke about interstates!

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