A Tiger of the Sound

man sometimes friendship really is just "I saw this and knew it would give you psychic damage. please respond with agony" and then they do. and it's great

it’s kind of funny how toronto is basically the canadian equivalent of new york in most ways except that in america people in the rest of the country seem to love new york and mythologize living there etc etc and in canada the rest of the country hates on toronto for very little rational reason except that we find it annoying

why are you as a man keeping your eyes fully open? to see more men?

Every once in a while, I wish the friendship meter from the Sims was real so that way when people tell me "I used Chat-GPT" they can visually see just how much respect I just lost for them in that moment.

One time an acquaintance told me she entered Snape's star chart into chatgpt and I could physically feel that meter dropping three separate times over the course of her sentence

i hate it when people mistake "etymology" with "entomology." like, i know where they coming from but it still bugs me

During yesterday’s game I made an off the cuff remark that Infernal music uses a system of nine modes named after the layers of Hell as opposed to the traditional seven in Western classical music so of course I’ve been coming up with a system of nine tones per octave for no gain whatsoever, I don’t think I’ve ever spent so much time on something with absolutely zero game effect

I mean one obvious benefit is that I can now say that my character plays her lute in the Stygian mode which rules

Now I’m desperately curious as to what that would sound like…

I mean it wouldn’t be hard for me to write a piece like that. It won’t sound “correct” to western ears because the root note, C, in that scale will sound like it wants to resolve up to the Db, but if your goal is for music to sound like it’s from Hell, then it’s doable.

It’s uploading to soundcloud now!

https://soundcloud.com/critical-hit-compositions/in-the-court-of-mammon

Omg holy shit

personally I’m clinging to the girlboss feminist era and they can pry it out of my cold dead hands before I ever engage or support any kind of bimbofication or “red scare girlies” era and as god is my witness I will throw myself into the Hudson clutching my books on gender and current events with my wardrobe attached to my ankles dragging me down.

I'm still thinking about the guy who saw me realize my wheelchair wouldn't fit in the elevator because he (also a wheelchair user) was already inside it and immediately quipped, "This elevator ain't accessible enough for the both of us."