I have a rare form of synesthesia in which I can hear sounds and see colors and taste flavors and sometimes I can even feel textures
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I have a rare form of synesthesia in which I can hear sounds and see colors and taste flavors and sometimes I can even feel textures

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too lazy to retype this but . insane interaction w coworker last night
tell me you have never worked in customer service without telling me you've never worked in customer service
customer facing worker faces customers politely more at ten
Is it socially acceptable to use opaque watercolors, or is that considered gouache?
It could be a sign of a bad temperament.
The long-lost remains of King Alfred the Great have been found buried under a car park, investigators claim.
Alfred died in 899, and his bones were repeatedly moved. He was buried in Winchester Cathedral until 1110, when his remains were moved to Winchester's Hyde Abbey, where they were interred before the high altar between the bodies of his wife and son. The abbey was demolished after the dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, and the place was left in ruins. In 1866, during construction of a workhouse on the site, the English antiquarian John Mellor excavated the area, found what he thought were Alfred's bones and had them reburied at nearby St. Bartholemew’s Church. But in 2013, when archaeologists exhumed and carbon-dated the bones from St. Bartholomew’s churchyard, they proved to date from over 200 years after Alfred’s death - sparking Graham's interest and search. He said: "Whoever’s bones they were, they weren’t Alfred’s. So, I decided to discover what happened to them. "The quest has taken me 13 years.”
shut up they did not find another goddamn king under another goddamn car park
@qqueenofhades look, another
What is prev to you?
the smell of woodsmoke in the dark
sunlight glittering on drifts of snow
opening chords to a classic song after an ad break on the radio
daisies in a mason jar
the curve in the road you always take a bit too fast
blank notebook with a leather cover
a stone church with carvings and spires and stained-glass
a cool pillow and a warm blanket at midnight
playlist that makes sense to no one else
yellow leaf floating down a clear cold river
silver fog over green hills and warm hands in raincoat pockets
a strain of violin music floating through a crowded subway

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i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.
on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.
someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please
there's a group of high school boys in this McDonald's and I just heard one of them say "I bet you you cannae break your own arm" so something interesting might happen shortly
oh he would have loved having a blog
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do y’all remember usernames??? from back when every fuckin website didn’t need your email phone number home address social security number just to join/sign up for something?? when you could make website-specific accounts that weren’t linked to literally anything else??? they tried to boil us like a frog slowly switching to “username/email” and then just asking for your email. but I remember. I remember usernames.
After a lot of fighting with LLMs in an effort to express the concept of an outfit with layers that involves a lot of generating separate components and taking them away to edit together and then chucking them back into the idiot machine and then manually editing them again, a tentative Abhorsen costume that I’m about 70% happy with…
Aside from, okay, the bell handles mutating into leather because there is little to no reference out there on the internet for a weapons belt full of magical bells, so I’m probably going to have to mock one up in my trusty 3D program and feed shots of those in. And the lace that has spontaneously grown on her cuffs. And the keys, which are not quite dense enough for my liking but in other versions are far too dense, and in some particularly ridiculous versions are clearly turning into mass produced modern house keys. I’m still not sold on the brown leather but if it’s darker it could be good? The boots are also quite a bit heavier and thicker in the sole than your standard medieval boot (yes, even for war gear!), and medieval recreations that could work as references tend to feature people standing around in grassy paddocks, which makes them difficult to get detail from, but the books tend to describe a fairy sturdy kind of boot, and these people have clockwork and magical flying machines, so probably they also believe in orthopedics.
I have another, fancier surcoat sleeve waiting in the wings, but I haven’t done the edit/run back through the LLM, edit again thing on it yet. Abhorsen’s sword and the belt it hangs from don’t yet exist.
Also, a version of Terciel around the time of Sabriel’s birth! Looking a bit glum, the poor bastard, but that’s to be expected. As an earlier version of Sabriel’s face generation is likely to be Elinor, Terciel mostly just gets the same colouring as Sabriel.
Darker brown is an improvement. Also, a somewhat-too-fucked up face post-getting smacked around by a shiner on shore leave (ie unbound Mogget).
Shades of Rockwell’s The Young Lady With The Shiner, though less pleased with herself.

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Kvinnen og bjørnen (The Woman and the Bear), Edvard Munch, 1908-09
Lithograph crayon on paper
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EVERYONE STOP TELLING ME HOW OLD YOU WERE IN 2008 I DONT WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT
SOME OF YOU SHOULD BE AT THE OPRHANGE
preschool. I meant preschool.
After a lot of fighting with LLMs in an effort to express the concept of an outfit with layers that involves a lot of generating separate components and taking them away to edit together and then chucking them back into the idiot machine and then manually editing them again, a tentative Abhorsen costume that I’m about 70% happy with…
Aside from, okay, the bell handles mutating into leather because there is little to no reference out there on the internet for a weapons belt full of magical bells, so I’m probably going to have to mock one up in my trusty 3D program and feed shots of those in. And the lace that has spontaneously grown on her cuffs. And the keys, which are not quite dense enough for my liking but in other versions are far too dense, and in some particularly ridiculous versions are clearly turning into mass produced modern house keys. I’m still not sold on the brown leather but if it’s darker it could be good? The boots are also quite a bit heavier and thicker in the sole than your standard medieval boot (yes, even for war gear!), and medieval recreations that could work as references tend to feature people standing around in grassy paddocks, which makes them difficult to get detail from, but the books tend to describe a fairy sturdy kind of boot, and these people have clockwork and magical flying machines, so probably they also believe in orthopedics.
I have another, fancier surcoat sleeve waiting in the wings, but I haven’t done the edit/run back through the LLM, edit again thing on it yet. Abhorsen’s sword and the belt it hangs from don’t yet exist.
Also, a version of Terciel around the time of Sabriel’s birth! Looking a bit glum, the poor bastard, but that’s to be expected. As an earlier version of Sabriel’s face generation is likely to be Elinor, Terciel mostly just gets the same colouring as Sabriel.
i just know there was a weird little girl in the middle ages out there stealing snake's eggs and putting them in her family's chicken coop in the hope of hatching a basilisk
god i love the internet because if i said shit like this to people irl they'd probably just stare at me blankly but when i post it online everyone in the notes reacts like this
I identify the most with the woman who has a green velvet ribbon around her neck and keeps being like "DONT untie my neck ribbon or something really bad will happen" and then her husband unties the ribbon and her head falls off. this is extremely real to me. spent my whole life like "please don't do this thing to me or really bad stuff will happen" and everyone around me being like "that sounds fake" and doing it anyway. and then my head fell off!

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Re-reading Dune and noting how nerds will write professional seductresses describing how they went to concubine school for decades to maximise their understanding of male sexuality vs how IRL professionally sexy women will describe the same social role as ‘it’s not that hard, basically just be hot, smile, flatter him and pretend to be dumber than you are.’
There’s an 80s jock action movie on somewhere in the house, presumably also by and for men, and the contrast between Lady Jessica doing autism calculations vs woman who has taken the job of ‘girl who jumps out of the birthday cake and smiles’ and does that job well and is visibly annoyed by how dumb her job is whenever she’s not in work mode is wild.
Secret third option: Marvellous Mrs Maisel, in which a woman doing autism calculations on maximizing her sexiness and her husband’s success is a contributing factor in him blowing up their marriage because he’s just bright enough to notice that she’s doing this on purpose and it destroys the illusion that she’s effortlessly hot and he’s effortlessly successful.
Re-reading Dune and noting how nerds will write professional seductresses describing how they went to concubine school for decades to maximise their understanding of male sexuality vs how IRL professionally sexy women will describe the same social role as ‘it’s not that hard, basically just be hot, smile, flatter him and pretend to be dumber than you are.’
There’s an 80s jock action movie on somewhere in the house, presumably also by and for men, and the contrast between Lady Jessica doing autism calculations vs woman who has taken the job of ‘girl who jumps out of the birthday cake and smiles’ and does that job well and is visibly annoyed by how dumb her job is whenever she’s not in work mode is wild.