Brain Rot

I’m someone who loves cross stitching, and I love Deltarune. Sadly, I noticed that Deltarune doesn’t have a big cross stitch community, even though Undertale does.

Since Deltarune is my favorite thing to cross stitch, I figured, why not make a blog about it. So, here I’ll be posting my projects and my patterns. In the long term, I’d love to open an Etsy store, but that depends on the success of this blog lol!

I’d love to take requests and to do specific character! But please know that I am a full time college student, so it might take me a while lol. Still, feel free to send suggestions or ideas!

Chapter titles

Maps

Indexes of characters and places with pronunciations

Numbering books in a series on the spine

When my mom was in college, she just wouldn’t have been capable of predicting what college would be like for me. I took a full semester of college from 5 hours away because I can virtually attend class through a pocket sized device that projects my image and voice into a shared virtual classroom where I can interact with my professor and other students. I wrote research papers without physical access to a library because I could read my college library’s books on my computer.

Except they didn’t. His father before him didn’t do this, and your son will not live like you. This is not enshrined in tradition. This is not life. This is not how things are, or have been, or how they ever been. Look at it. This beautiful, ageless world of saving for your kids’ college and paying off mortgages and nuclear families. There is no way of life to pass down to your children, no tradition, nothing your father gave you that you can give to your son! You were born into a world that is unintelligible and inaccessible to the children you wanted to inherit it, and you and your children will both die in a world that is as foreign to you both!

I don’t envy the Boomer generation, nor do I have some kind of conceited disdain for them for not being able to adapt to now. So, so much of what defines our lives happened for the first time in their lifetime, and the absence of those things cannot be explained to us. Do you remember what it was like before television? Well…what is “it?”

I taught this midrash last week to a class of about ten 3rd-8th graders whom I have been teaching since September and have never met in person. I asked them to continue the midrash: if Moses made a second stop in 2021, what would confuse him, and what would reassure him?

The youngest kids had a fantastic time imagining Moses trying to use an iPad, trying to understand that he was in a classroom, that we were doing remotely what he had seen Akiva do in person. The older kids wondered if he would be astonished at our level of literacy, or our coed learning.

When I asked what would reassure him they were momentarily stumped: it wasn’t the first time this group has struggled to identify positives about their lives and experiences, except in a guilty “some people have it worse” kind of way. I reminded them of what reassured Moses in the schoolhouse of Akiva: knowing that what he taught had evolved from rather than superseded the traditions of our ancestors. “Who are we learning about right this very minute?” I prompted.

All true. All witnessed. No regrets.

Respected professor shakes fist at mountain and dares it to erupt

17 inappropriate ways to wear a hi-vis vest

Everything is 20% muscovite

The double-backwards hammer flip

Putting a fawn in a backpack and carrying it round all day

Food tastes of dirt because too much actual dirt in mouth

Spontaneous outdoors group nudity with sheep skulls to protect modesty

Reversing sheep out of canyons

Doing makeup in the mirror on your compass

Bandaging an arterial bleed with a handkerchief

If I can take it up a 4wd track, then it must be a 4wd!

Puppies ate my rockhammer and the house-cow ate my bra

Where’s [phd student]? *everyone just silently points up*

Killing a stoat with a rockhammer in front of fifteen second years and scarring them for life

Transit van mosh pits

“Why are you yelling? I burned my pubes, isn’t that punishment enough?”

The underwater naked strike and dip

Tent flooding ending in six people sharing one double bed

Dessert sandwiches

Unexpected bulls in unexpected places

Spontaneous a capella outbreak of “Wonderwall” followed by “… *tiny voice* but I hate that song?”

Butt-shuffling down hills that are too steep

Being the *second* person across the wasp-infested log

Back-rub circles

Handlens unscrewing and falling apart in the middle of a river

Field selfies #geology4lyfe

Fault gouge smeared over face

“That’s not yoga, THIS is yoga!” *falls on face*

Accidentally mapping river gravels for two hours and getting lost

*rock falls out of cliff* *twenty people silently take one step left in unison*

I AM THE GOD OF STRATIGRAPHY!

Duct-taping your boots back together every morning

Not enough coloured pencils

Sharing water bottles

If I throw my rockhammer at this, will it stick?

“I swear, I can SEE Milankovitch cycles!” “Okay I’m cutting you off.”

Cross-sections: kink or busk?

Respected professor claims our hydrochloric acid solution is less acidic than coca cola. We dare him to drink it. HE DOES.

Hiking up a mountain on crutches. “YOLO!”

Painting Cambrian-age trilobite fossils with nail polish.

Creepy abandoned fishing villages. So many creepy abandoned fishing villages.

Student finds brachiopod fossils in an outcrop behind said creepy abandoned fishing village. Respected professor gasps and squeaks “Brachiopods??!?” and goes tearing off up a hill to find them.

Students collect so many rock samples that we can no longer see the floor of the 15 passenger van. The van floor begins to develop its own stratigraphy.

Racing the roadside moose in the 15 passenger van.

Respected professor takes both hands off of the wheel of the moving van to get a picture of the moose. Panic ensues.

Mapping an island with nothing but a Brunton compass, a field notebook, and the largest bottle of fireball whiskey money can buy.

Respected Professor singing along to “Man-Eating Trilobite”

Entire class goes to local bar and won’t stop singing local drinking song for about a week.

That one vegan student that survives off of french fries for a month.

Stealing rock samples from National Parks

Straddling the moho

Licking the moho

Peeing on mantle peridotite just to see if it fizzes

Using the same pocket knife for everything. Eating. Scratching rocks. Removing splinters. Seriously, it’s gross.

Hiking down a river only to discover the water level is MUCH HIGHER than anticipated

Nearly drowning in said river but damn it you kept your electronics DRY

“It’s not safe to drink the water. So everyone gets 2 beers per meal”.

Fitting the entire class into a single hot tub

Every lobster is named Jack Daniels. It is known.

Dr Glass: Oh, an undergrad’s just thrown his compass into the sea.

Me: is that… part of the exercise?

Dr Glass: *nonjudgmentally* well…

(an unearthly, animal roar is heard over the phone)

Dr Glass: Ah, now he’s going into the sea.

Me: …To get the compass?

Dr Glass: I think he just wants the sea to take him.

(a peaceable, nonjudgmental silence follows, with distant splashing)

If all we had of wolves were their bones we would never guess that they howl.

If all we had of elephants were fossils with no living related species, we might infer some kind of proboscis but we'd never come up with those ears.

If all we had of chickens were bones, we wouldn't know about their combs and wattles, or that roosters crow.

We wouldn't know that lions have manes, or that zebras have stripes, or that peacocks have trains, that howler monkeys yell, that cats purr, that deer shed the velvet from their antlers, that caterpillars become butterflies, that spiders make webs, that chickadees say their name, that Canada geese are assholes, that orangutans are ginger, that dolphins echolocate, or that squid even existed.

- We have fossils of spider webs

- Paleontologists have reconstructed the larynx (voice box) of extinct animals and we have a pretty good idea what vocalizations they were capable of

- Fossilized pigments have been found in a variety of taxa

We know the entire lifecycle of a tyrannosaurus. We know from the sheer amount of remains we have, from every stange.

We know roughly how they sounded (as the person above me said).

We know they had remarkable vision.

We know they had the second. strongest sense of smell in history.

We know from their bones that they grew to a certain size and stayed there until about 14 or so, then absolutely ballooned up to their adult size in about three or four years.

We know they likely lived in family groups, because we have bones with certainly fatal injuries for a solitary animal (broken legs and such) that are completely healed.

We know exactly how other dinosaurs look, down to colors and patterns, because bones are not the only information that is preserved.

The Sinosauropteryx is one such dinosaur. Because pigmentation molecules were preserved in the feather impressions, we know it's colors, and it's tail rings (which one would argue would be it's "iconic feature."

(Art credit Julio Lacerda)

Microraptor is another! We know from feather impressions that it had four wings. We know from pigmentation that it was an iredecent black, like a raven.

(Art credit Vitor Silva)

This is not limited to dinosaurs, or feathers. We've found pigmentation in scales and skin. We've completely reconstructed two extinct penguins, colors and all. We've figured out the colors of some non-avian and non-feathered dinosaurs. We can identify evidence of feathers existing on animals without feather impressions.

We have feathered dinosaurs preserved in amber.

We can defer likely behavioral patterns through adaptations we see in bones, and from the environments they were found in. We can see how certain movements evolved through musculature attachments (yes, how muscles attached is often preserved). We know avian flight likely evolved by "accident" by the way early raptorforms moved their arms to strike at their prey.

We also understand behavior in extant animals and can easily speculate likely behaviors in extinct animals. (A predator running for it's life is not going to exhibit hunting behaviors)

We learn and understand way more from "rocks" than paleontologists are given credit for. And if you watch a movie like Jurassic World, which has no interest in portraying anything with any sort of accuracy, and your take away is "We can't possibly know anything about these animals," then you don't understand science.

As for shrinkwrapped reconstructions, we understand how muscles attach, and how fat works. Artists who lean into shrinkwrapping are are not generally concerned with scientific accuracy, or biology. They're only concerned with Awesombro.

If true paleoartists tried to reconstruct a hippo, while they naturally would not get every bit correct, it would certainly look like a real animal, and not that alien monster that tumblr is so fond of using as "proof" that paleontologists don't know anything (an art piece that itself was extreme and satirical, and a condemnation of the particular subset of paleoartists I mentioned earlier)

millie bobby brown: previously dated a 20 year old when she was 16. he recently bragged on ig live that he groomed her and had sex with her. they lived with her family for 8 months. was preyed on by drake.

billie eilish: previously dated a 22 year old when she was 16. currently dating a 29 year old while she is 19. was also preyed on by drake.

He was a young artist employed by the Disney studio, but tasked with the entry-level job of finishing off the work of the animators and crafting the “in-between” animations that completed the characters’ movements. Wong had learned that studio executives were creating a film from the new novel, Bambi, A Life in the Woods by Felix Salten. Tom says the young artist read the book and without consulting his supervisor, “took the script and painted some visual concepts to set the mood, color and the design.” 

His sketches recalled the lush mountain and forest scenes of Sung dynasty landscape paintings. His initiative paid off. Walt Disney, who was looking for something new for the film, was captivated and personally directed that Wong be promoted. Today, top animators and illustrators revere Wong’s work. Children today are as enchanted by the misty, lyrical brushstrokes of Wong’s colorful nature scenes, inspired by his training at Otis College of Art and self-study of Sung Dynasty art 

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his ribcage getting ripped out to make way for the center console, which is pretty useless especially considering it controls all of his major functions and it's on his chest like a target. it seems pretty symbolic on palpatine's part, but, like, that's got to be so uncomfortable

the gasket of sith drugs that just automatically dispenses and he has no control over

the constant sensory deprivation/warping; he can't feel touch, can't feel what he touches, sees only in red, can't taste, and his sense of smell and hearing were both dialed up to 11 but the hearing is warped by the helmet and evidently the auditory implants feed all noise at similar volumes, meaning he has no sense of background noise and it's always overwhelming

the mask is held in place by needles stabbing into his face

its weight is crippling and the heaviest parts - the pauldron and the shin guards - are actually pretty useless to him, considering he can block blasterbolts with his hands and his lightsaber. he's essentially dragging around 100-120lbs of sheet metal for no reason, considering the pauldron alone was like, 75lbs. that's a hefty amount of weight, especially for a guy down both legs.

the actual prosthetics being shit is really nightmarish, but the fact that vader can't access them to clean them daily, and the stumps can't be cleaned or taken care of daily, would undoubtedly lead to constant skin infections, pressure ulcers, the works. burned skin is also really delicate, and no doubt burn scars against leather feels like hell, probably.

this should rate higher than it does but the fact that vader doesn't choose anything about his appearance or how the suit functions, despite being constantly beholden to it, is freaky as hell. it's also terrible that, after the physical trauma of mustafar, he went through a lengthy surgery without general anaesthetic that involved a lot of his organs and bones being ripped out, replaced, and then had to get zippered back up and debrided til kingdom come.

he had to get scrubbed of necrotic skin every month by droids, which was, i imagine, horrendous, and pretty much just a walkthrough of the original agony of the surgery

metal organs, which just seems like it would not feel comfortable to move, sit, or sleep with