Some Ramblings from WhatHaveWeDone

my mom is in fact aware that dandelions exist. she temporarily forgot the name and there was some miscommunication.

the truth is actually weirder

she’s aware dandelions look like this

she is familiar with this flower. she knows the name of this flower. she declines to believe, however, that these are also dandelions

she does not believe these are the same plant. I tried to explain, and she thought I was either misinformed or lying. so I asked her what exactly did she think the yellow ones were called?

gosh I enjoy this website

It's that time of the year again! 31 days of writing prompts. You have two prompts each day, meant to give you a choice if one of them doesn't speak to you, but how you handle them is up to you. Whether you work with only one of them, put both prompts in the same fill or write two fills, one for each prompt.

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stars | cave

family | clearing

plants | river

horse | field

beauty | forest

war | festival

brave | night

fire | beach

sun | workshop

thunder | home

healing | garden

strength | boat

message | hall

wise | wilderness

music | well

moon | mountain

strategy | sea

pleasure | sky

marriage | mechanic

thief | cabin

wealth | vineyard

light | graveyard

justice | underworld

memory | sunrise

death | grove

hunting | castle

snow | spring

kindness | Atlantis

dog | lake

wind | island

Today I learned that Nick Park is writing a Tell-All memoir from the perspective of Gromit and it's perhaps the fastest I've ever preordered anything.

Making Gromit speak is a terrible idea that ruins the character. Having Gromit write a book where we get to hear everything that goes on in his head is the most in-character thing I've ever heard.

And if that wasn't enough the excerpt clinched it:

"Yes. I’m a dog. And you’re reading a book written by a dog. Which of us is the odder? I guess we’ll just have to get used to it. Now, this is supposed to be Wallace’s story. And maybe, at some point, he’ll finish building the machine he was going to write this book with. Currently he’s stood on top of the dining table and wondering why he fitted a typewriter with wheels and a flame-thrower (we made an agreement for new inventions – there’s even a list on the fridge, and 'No Flame-Throwers' is at Number 3). Until then, this is my story. The tale of what goes on behind my eyes. And I really do know where all the bones are buried. So. I guess it’s time I spoke."

Also his author bio:

"Gromit is a talented knitter, baker, and gardener. He has twice received awards for his marrows in competition. Although he is widely read, this is his first book. He would like you to know that he is a good dog."

Ohhh help help! I'm hurt need help...

FUCK BRIAN GET LOST...

ROUND 1 — Match 143 of 276

Erik/The Phantom (The Phantom of the Opera)

Problematic because: "Kidnapping, blackmailing, murders, planned a mass murder, had a torture chamber in his house and used it on people, tried to force Christine to marry him." Propaganda: "Brilliant in different areas, but rejected by society for his appearance. The guy's ultimate dream was just normal life. Also interesting to read about: wild and unpredictable."

vs. Rand al'Thor (Wheel of Time)

Problematic because: "Slowly goes mad because of his powers. Conquers a lot of kingdoms/countries, ruins a people by splitting them in half and leading thousands into despair and depression, has to be ruthless to survive until the final battle" Propaganda: "He knows that he will probably destroy the world and actively works towards leaving things (like a university) behind so that the people that are left after the final battle can rebuild! He is constantly at war with himself and his morals, but he HAS to give up large parts of himself (like his sanity) to save the world. He basically needs the world to see him as ths monster they believe the dragon reborn to be, he needs the power and influence that comes with it. But it is also the ultimate price he has to pay… sacrificing himself until there is barely anything left of him"

I didn't take this post for the glory. There is no glory in this.

I swore an oath before I knew what oaths cost. I have been paying ever since.

You should not be in this part of the city at this hour. I will not ask again.

My loyalty belongs to the crown. 

Stand down. All of you. I said stand down! 

I have kept this city's peace for fifteen years. You have undone me in fifteen days.

You come to me with this now. At this hour. With blood on your hands and no explanation.

The gate closes at sundown. You knew that. Why are you only arriving now?

There are things I have done in service of this city that I will not speak of. Not to you. Not to anyone.

Lower your voice. These walls remember everything said within them.

I have followed orders my entire life. I am looking at you and wondering, for the first time, what it would mean to refuse one.

You are not safe here. 

My men did not see you. As far as this watch is concerned you were never here tonight.

I have held this post through three rulers. I will not compromise it. Not even for you.

The city does not sleep. Neither do I. We have that in common, at least.

Tell me what you know and tell me quickly. I have neither time nor patience for half truths.

I understand sacrifice. What I do not understand is being asked to sacrifice you.

Nobody passes through this gate without my leave.

I have drawn this sword in service of causes I did not believe in. I will not draw it against you.

You ask me to look the other way. You do not know what you are asking.

A commander does not have the luxury of doubt. I have been doubting since the moment I met you.

The fog comes in heavy off the river at this hour. Stay close.

I know every shadow in this city. I know every place a person might hide. I will find who did this.

You should fear me. Most people do. The fact that you do not is either very brave or very foolish.

I have given this city everything it has asked of me. Tonight it is asking for something I cannot give.

My second will take the watch. You and I need to speak somewhere without ears in the walls.

The law is the law. I did not write it. I do not always agree with it. I enforce it nonetheless.

You, of all people, came to the barracks. What has happened?

I have seen men break under far less. You are still standing. That means something.

Do not mistake my silence for approval, boy. Do not mistake it for indifference either.

I was told you were trouble the day you arrived in this city. I should have listened.

A knight serves. That is the whole of it. Serve, protect, endure. I have never wanted more than that until now.

I have enemies in every quarter of this city. I will not have you become a target because of your association with me.

The order came from above me. I am not certain it came from a place I still respect.

Put the blade down. I am asking you as someone who does not wish to see you hanged.

There are two kinds of people in a city like this. Those who are protected and those who do the protecting. I have always known which one I am.

You should not trust me simply because I wear this cloak. Trust must be earned. Let me earn it.

I will not pretend the law bends for sentiment. I will also not pretend I am without sentiment where you are concerned.

My duty ends at that door. What happens beyond it is between you and whatever gods you keep.

You are asking me to betray everything I have built my life upon.

The city watch answers to the crown. I answer to the city watch. Tonight I find myself answering to something else entirely.

I have buried men I called brothers. I have mourned them quietly and moved on because the realm does not pause for grief.

I am not accustomed to being seen. Only to being obeyed.

Ride out at first light. Take nothing that marks you as known to me. I will follow when I can.

You remind me of something I gave up a long time ago.

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again."