supercimi reads

generative AI - bad evil AI. chatbots, LLMs, image generators, etc. this the one that steals shit.

analytical AI - helpful medical AI. this the one that helps detect cancer early.

Why is the mountain range square. How did the mountain range form. Why is there one singular volcano in the center. Why does it act like a composite volcano but have magma that acts like it’s from a shield. If it’s hotspot based volcanic activity why is there only one volcano.

my favorite thing is the american great lake snowbelts! so, the 'flow' of weather across north america, in very general terms, blows from the northwest on down south and east to the gulf of mexico.

so the wind is blowing from west to east, and in the winter it's a dryer wind than in the summer because it's colder. but after blowing across a great lake for a hundred miles, the wind is wet again. and that wet turns into snow. so for all of these lakes, the big cities are on the west side, not the east sides, because the east sides absolutely suck to live on.

the sole exception is buffalo, NY, which literally has to be there because, unfortunately, that's where all the important canal stuff between lake ontario and lake erie is happening.

also this always strikes me as cool, check out where cleveland is:

On a Watsonian level, sure.

On a Doylistic level, Mordor looks like that because plate tectonics was a fringe, ludicrous, laughable theory that nobody outside serious geology nerds had ever heard of until scientists proved seafloor spreading in the early 1960s. The first edition of the LotR trilogy was published in 54-55. We literally did not know that plate tectonics was real until almost a decade after the book was published, so obviously, it was not something Tolkien could have been considering as he made his maps.

LotR has recurring themes of the reckless imposition of one's will on the natural world creating ugliness, an order you thought was inherently an improvement that in fact is inferior to what you have displaced. (Typified by reckless tree-felling; a reflection of the despoiling of the English countryside and the world by Progress.)

Moria is the only place in Middle-Earth where mithril is found, right? That's kind of a big deal. So, why? What makes that location so special? Is it just random?

I found a paper that had just been published *that year*, 2011 or 2012 as I was writing it, that studied the locations of precious-metals mines in the Pyrenees, the similarly long skinny mountain chain that divides Spain and France. This paper discovered that where there was a bend in the mountain chain, from one of the continental plates having an awkward corner in it that got subducted under the other plate, that had dug deeper into the mantle and caused precious-metal-bearing ores to flow up to the surface in ways they didn't do anywhere else in the Pyrenees.

There's a conversation in The Fellowship of the Ring where one of the hobbits -- I don't have my copy handy or I'd get the direct quote -- asks why they can see the Misty Mountains ahead of them at one point if they're still heading south from Rivendell, and it's explained that south of Caradhras (which you may recall is the surface mountain under which Moria runs) the mountain chain bends and runs southwest instead of due south for a while.

Tolkien had absolutely no way to know *why* this particular feature of a mountain range was associated with intrusions of rare and unique metal ores, but he had gone backpacking in mountains enough to know How Things Should Look.

Also I'm not sure but I think I wrote it as a part of a prompt? There was this one sentence prompt list that had many entries and this drabble is from a prompt of them if my memories are right

Don't really remember much else but hey it was fun to revisit this drabble after so long it's not completely writing but it's still kind of writing so it's progress i hope 😅

𖤝 they don't just "forget" to add ingredients. they follow the recipe EXACTLY and it still comes out wrong. like, they measured everything, they did the steps, and somehow it's inedible. the recipe said "salt to taste" and they panicked because what does that MEAN? how much is taste? they added a tablespoon. it was wrong.

𖤝 they have irrational fears of kitchen equipment. your character who can't cook is TERRIFIED of the garbage disposal, doesn't trust the oven (what if it just explodes?), thinks the pressure cooker is a bomb, and has definitely cut themselves on a can lid and now treats all cans like enemies.

𖤝 they don't know when things are "done." the recipe says "cook until golden brown" but what SHADE of golden? there are like 87 shades! they've gone from raw to CHARCOAL with no middle ground. they've cut into chicken 6 times to check if it's done. they've served soup that was somehow both boiling and cold in the same bowl.

𖤝 their grocery shopping is chaos. they buy ingredients for a recipe and then have NO IDEA what to do with the leftovers. they have 47 half-used jars of spices they bought once and never touched again. they thought they were buying cilantro but it was parsley. they don't know the difference and they're too embarrassed to ask at this point.

𖤝 they have ONE dish they can make and they're weird about it. your character who can't cook has exactly one thing they can make successfully (maybe it's boxed mac and cheese, maybe it's scrambled eggs, maybe it's toast) and they will make it PERFECTLY and be SO PROUD and mention it constantly. "I'm not a chef but my [one thing] is pretty good actually."

𖤝 they've caused at least one kitchen fire. not a big one! probably! but they've definitely made smoke. they didn't know you're not supposed to microwave metal. they thought the toaster could handle a Pop-Tart (it could not). they left the stove on and went to check their phone "real quick" and that was 45 minutes ago and now there's smoke.

“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

‘WHY ARE YOU SO LAZY?’

But you’re not lazy. Lazy is when you shrug things off because you can’t summon up the give-a-damn. When you’re curled up tight in your chair at your desk, alone and grey and desperately wishing that you had your life in order, that you did all those things you had to do, that it didn’t feel like breaking rocks just to feed and clothe yourself and get some sleep, that’s not lazy.

People don’t understand. You tell them “It’s hard.” They tell you “No it isn’t, you’re just lazy.”

You start to wonder if they’re right.

is breaking those rocks easy for everyone else? Are they that much stronger than you?

They don’t look like they’re struggling.

“Just try harder,” they say. But you’re trying. It’s not working.

Breaking boulders in your path until you’re spent isn’t lazy. And you do it day after day after day.

You’re not lazy. Most people don’t have those rocks to break. They don’t even know what it’s like to have to break rocks to get things done. They don’t understand how hard you have to work, and how hopeless you can feel, when you try and fail to do what they do so easily. Things are harder for you. They really are. And if those people had to deal with your problems, they wouldn’t be doing any better.

I'm supercimi i write fictional stories and drabbles, and i have more wips than i can count.

i'm often busy so my online time is ever dwindling, but! one thing i can't quit despite all the responsibilities and stress is writing.

Although i'm not very good at it, and im really not consistent with it, i still love it a lot, and i always come back to it one way or another.

Despite all my worries, i decided to keep writing.

I will keep writing, even if its inconsistent, even if its slow.

As such, this is my writing side blog.

Everything and anything i will post here will be written by me, be it digitally or traditionally

i tend to be horribly disorganized when it comes to anything related to planning so i can't promise this will be the tidiest blog you see,

but. i will keep trying to organize it as much as i can because i don't want my stories to keep being lost in the great sea of my main blog.

There's still many things to fix and touch up before i post any new writing, but all of my old writing will eventually be moved here, and also listed in someway for ease of access.

But some genres i noticed i write more often are history and fantasy and sometimes even supernatural and fantasy

I'm supercimi i write fictional stories and drabbles, and i have more wips than i can count.

i'm often busy so my online time is ever dwindling, but! one thing i can't quit despite all the responsibilities and stress is writing.

Although i'm not very good at it, and im really not consistent with it, i still love it a lot, and i always come back to it one way or another.

Despite all my worries, i decided to keep writing.

I will keep writing, even if its inconsistent, even if its slow.

As such, this is my writing side blog.

Everything and anything i will post here will be written by me, be it digitally or traditionally

i tend to be horribly disorganized when it comes to anything related to planning so i can't promise this will be the tidiest blog you see,

but. i will keep trying to organize it as much as i can because i don't want my stories to keep being lost in the great sea of my main blog.

There's still many things to fix and touch up before i post any new writing, but all of my old writing will eventually be moved here, and also listed in someway for ease of access.

SURPRISE!!!

It's finally ready!

Go look at my thing /Lh

In my fantasy wip ...dunno i think i would be able to live out pretty peacefully as long as i stay far away from the main cast...and their kingdom or any other kingdom thats involved with them aomehow...wait...? It seems like i would be on the run instead of living out peacefully at least Untill the chaos supsides

In my industrial revolution kinda wip

I would just like to find my mc in there and adobt him and help him keep his friends from Leaving :(

There's alzo my fairytale wip

I don't think I'll have any role in it honestly the main cast is busy with themselves and their conflicts are between them as well so i don't think I'll have anything to do...maybe I'll start a gossib network to help them out and get some money outta that ;>