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I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
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I genuinely think Mouthwashing fandom is a good example on how real life misogyny is very wired on people brains and influenced how they engage with fictional misogyny.
You have a story about a woman being assaulted and telling a man she trusted but being dismissed because he is friends with the attacker, and people fixate on shipping her with either of those men.
You have a story about how men that downplay their male friends violence, assume neutrality is the safer option, unintentionally help create an environment that's unsafe to vulnerable people, at a risk becoming a victim themselves. And people make it about toxic yaoi.
You have a character kill herself because she didn't want birth the child of her abuser. And people make AUs where she happily keep the baby.
Misogyny isn't just "I hate women", it's also downplaying their trauma, defending those who caused it, and reducing them to mothers or wives against their wishes under this idea of what womanhood is about.
I don't think we can separate fandom misogyny from it's real world influence, not yet.

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The T Rex first appearance in Jurassic Park.
This movie HOLDS THE FUCK UP. This shit looks better than either of the Jurassic World movies. Spielberg sold his soul to the devil to achieve this on the fucking 90s.
So, I actually have a theory about why the Dinosaurs in the new movies donāt look as good as the original Jurassic Park and it all has to do with flourishes.
In 1993 the types of computers they were using to animate this stuff were just not powerful enough to replicate all aspects of movement. They couldnāt simulate muscles under the skin, or jiggling folds⦠all the stuff they do now with all CGI characters. These days you can see EVERYTHING, right down to the skin slowing over the muscles like water. And I think that stuff gets in the way. It makes things feel too over animated. In a lot of ways, the animation was so restrictive that it mimicked the limitations of the real world animations and puppets, helping them blend in better between scenes.
The more animated flourishes you add, the less realistic it looks and the more cartoony it becomes. Real life isnāt that fluid and smooth looking. Real life is stiff and stocky and restrained. Much like the way the original T-Rex was presented.
I do agree with the point above, and I think itās an astute observation.Ā Too Much Detail or hyper-realism is just as likely to set off our uncanny-valley senses as anything else.
But I do have to point out that in the scene above, the T-Rex is not CGI.Ā Thatās a life-sized animatronic.Ā They built two of them, specifically for this sequence (though used them in others), and there are a lot of great stories online about all the trouble they had with them. (Particularly in this scene, because of the rain, and the T-Rex was partly made of a foam that absorbed the water, and⦠yeah.)
So in some cases, in āJurassic Parkā, the reason the FX look so great is that they arenāt CGI.Ā I mean, yes, early CGI *was* used in that movie, and it does actually still hold up pretty well!Ā But some of the ārealisticā stuff was actually real (in the sense of being a physical object and an example of amazing craftsmanship).Ā This goes for the velociraptors, too, which in some instances were people in suits.Ā
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Itās an underdog story about classism in which the folk hero (Johnny) is confronted by a powerful man (the Devil) who tries to exploit the heroās perceived ignorance and inferiority by offering a great reward with impossible odds. Although Johnny warns him that looks can be deceiving, and that heās going to regret the dare because Johnny is the ābest thereās ever beenā, the devil is blinded by his greed and arrogance.
The devil creates an awful cacophony of technically excellent fiddle playing that would be impossible for Johnny to replicate. Itās a trick.
But Johnny just grins at him and starts to play āsimpleā classic country fiddling songs - Fire On The Mountain, House Of The Rising Sun, and Daddy Cut Her Bill Off. He doesnāt rise to beat the Devil - he simply creates his own music from his home, in the style that he knows, and his love of it and the familiarity of the music make his ābackwoodsā fiddling more perfect than the Devil could ever achieve.
It is thus the devilās pride, not Johnnyās, that allows Johnny to Bugs Bunny his way into a golden fiddle.
(In that sense, I do agree that it is the most American song: in a land of prejudice and inequities, great power lies - dormant but ever-present - in those we underestimate and attempt to exploit.)
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first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horsesā tails to stir up dust and make it look like thereās a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isnāt any dust and the enemy can clearly see thereās like twenty of us all spread out in a line
second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isnāt misdirected at all
third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldnāt decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below
fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy heās fighting have really similar names and itās finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now weāre stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?
fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and iām pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lordās wife and leaves
sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city heās taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it
seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out heās actually a pretty cool guy, and he isnāt even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but iām really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him
eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord iām worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night
ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that iāve suggested it heās really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him
tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lordās city i realize i wonāt be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lordās head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lordās camp he already would have. that doesnāt change the fact that my men are still trapped. theyāre prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk
eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lordās room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. donāt ask what i was doing in my loser liege lordās room. itās not important
twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leaderās second-in-command. ITāS THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORDāS WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says āwouldnāt you like to knowā and leaves. i donāt know what to say to that so i just let him go
thirteenth day as a second century warlord iām honestly so sick of not knowing whatās going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the womenās area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lordās wife is. i ask her what sheās doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leaderās formationās weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poemās significance. she shares the first couplet with me but iām discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesnāt need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, itās the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme
fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesnāt trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if thatās really true, because i canāt bear to live if i canāt protect him and i canāt protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader
fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and theyād like to stay with him if i donāt mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i donāt tell them that
sixteenth day as a second century warlord iām preparing to leave to i donāt know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where iām going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me heās truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horsesā tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why
Critical background info on our beloved second century warlord
[ID: a post by OP that says ājesus christ whereād all these people reading my silly little warlord post come from.ā They reblogged it and said āanyways iām glad so many people like my warlord guy, his name is huang mi (styled yuzhi) and heās like that all the time. he has a big scar on his thigh from fucking up a sword dance. he hates getting wet and has never owned or sought to own an umbrella. his favorite color is orange, but his men didnāt want to wear that color so now their uniforms are red but itās not like he minds that much right itās just a uniform just a stupid uniform. whatever. he has a recurring nightmare where he keeps on misspelling his own name, and he wakes up screaming every time. with his advice his lord has never lost a battle.ā End ID]
hereās a second century warlord followup (3.2k words) By Strategem, Huang Mi Turns Aside an Army of 100,000 Huang Mi cut down the hill to th
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The only thing Iāve had the motivation to draw lately is the meme grandma from Rapsittie Street Kids.
Anyway, if you want Great-Grandma on a Christmas sweater or a card, click here.
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