SF-Fan #42

Captions cover the spot on the screen you put the information I need

The dialogue is captioned but not the song you have playing that the dialogue is responding to

You only captioned the person on the screen, not the person off screen who is also talking

No captioning of critical sound effects (alarms, bells, dogs barking, etc)

Speakers are not labelled at moments where it is not clear on the screen who is talking.

Captions cover the spot on the screen that you put the information I need!

Other d/Deaf people welcome to add.

Well I’ve never actually tried to DO that, so Im on my way home from work and I stop by a gallery and walk in

And like. The… boss? Curator? Who looks like a very polished and professional Real Adult is there, and she says i can look round. And I do, and there’s a bunch of cool stuf

And then finally I nut up and go over to her like “Hi. Don’t know anything about anything. Would you please tell me me what gallery is please. Like how do I gallery like real artist”

And she tells me where I can go to start getting my work out there and meet other artists, and she’s being very kid and supportive and adds me to their newsletter mailing list and it’s finally feeling like I’m not the most shrimplike loser as human being alive, and I’m getting ready to leave so she can s lose shop so I thank her for her time

And then as I’m about to go I add, “I’ll have to come back to see more”, gesture to a particularly enjoyable piece and say, “I have no idea who (insert name here) is but I like her stuff, I’ll have to look her up and did out who she is”

And she sort of looks at me for a beat, inscrutable, blank, just a FRACTION of silence longer than I was expecting, at which point my anxiety medication wears off, and I hear her go “That is… me, actually”

And

I

“These are my red flags for women:

If she stabs me more than twice.

If she has a concerning amount of ex-husbands who died on their honeymoon, like... [a brief pause for thought] Like four or more.

If Gozer the Gozerian asks me to choose the form of the destructor and then one of my childhood crushes walks through New York City at 300 feet tall, uh, and steps on a church... [takes a breath and pauses for a second] I mean, it’s not the height! It’s not the height. I like a climb. But, like. [another breath] She stepped on a church. Or any building, really, ‘cause. [deep breath followed by a brief pause] Legally they’re not supposed to be able to ask you about that on like your homeowner’s association application, but- but they’ll ask. They’ll look it up.

god this tickles me

bonus/proof: