TotK release artwork vs. TotK 1st anniversary artwork! (Yes, these are official! They were posted by Nintendo's JP Twitter page!)
Thank you, Nintendo.
TURN ON THE SOUND. YOU CAN'T MISS THIS. THIS IS FANTASTIC.
Mourid Barghouti, I Saw Ramallah (p. 58)
Shearing half a sheep seemed a simple way to show a season's growth of wool, but photographer Cary Wolinsky was wrong. The half-shorn sheep tended to lose their balance and topple to wool-ward. It took many tries before merino sheep number 30 “became our hero," Wolinsky said.
Its fascinating that the way advertizing and apps work right now is simply how computer viruses, adware, spyware, and all manners of malware has ALWAYS worked. Growing up as a teen in the 2000s there used to be a program called Weatherbug that was pretty much considered unthinkable to ever have installed because of the way it knew your location and essentially EVERY adware, spyware, and antivirus software flagged it for removal immediately. It was considered best practice to never install anything. Never install toolbars, mever install anything without consulting a professional or unless you were ad advanced user. I was trained in Comptia A+ for the windows xp era and the best practice as a repair tech was to never allow the customer to install anything themselves if it could be helped.
And now just. Everything does this. Your fucking calculator wants your location data and business ghouls want it to ve illegal to use a simple adblocker because not advertizing to you hurts their feelings.
And now we have generative AI filling the internet witg slop that can have SEO and more ads slapped on top of it? Google is breaking on purpose so you make more searches?
The viruses have won, everything is malware and everything is a scam. To use commercial tech is to be voluntarily mugged
"i have to water the shitbird wait a minute"
"prosper stupid poultry"
SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS, IT COULD SAVE A LIFE
Tiffany couldn't quite work out how Miss Level got paid. Certainly the basket she carried filled up more than it emptied. They'd walk past a cottage and a woman would come scurrying out with a fresh-baked loaf or a jar of pickles, even though Miss Level hadn't stopped there. But they'd spend an hour somewhere else, stitching up the leg of a farmer who'd been careless with an axe, and get a cup of tea and a stale biscuit.
It didn't seem fair.
“Oh, it evens out,” said Miss Level, as they walked on through the woods.
“You do what you can. People give what they can, when they can. Old Slapwick there, with the leg, he's as mean as a cat, but there'll be a big cut of beef on my doorstep before the week's end, you can bet on it. His wife will see to it. And pretty soon people will be killing their pigs for the winter, and I'll get more brawn, ham, bacon and sausages turning up than a family could eat in a year.”
“You do? What do you do with all that food?”
“Store it,” said Miss Level.
“But you-”
“I store it in other people. It's amazing what you can store in other people.” Miss Level laughed at Tiffany's expression. “I mean, I take what I don't need round to those who don't have a pig, or who're going through a bad patch, or who don't have anyone to remember them.”
“But that means they'll owe you a favour!”
“Right! And so it just keeps on going round. It all works out.”
“I bet some people are too mean to pay-”
“Not pay,” said Miss Level, severely. “A witch never expects payment and never asks for it and just hopes she never needs to. But, sadly, you are right.”
“And then what happens?"
“What do you mean?”
“You stop helping them, do you?”
“Oh, no,” said Miss Level, genuinely shocked. “You can't not help people just because they're stupid or forgetful or unpleasant. Everyone's poor round here. If I don't help them, who will?”
And now I remember why I grieve for Terry Pratchett, a man I have never met. He never knew of my existence, but he raised me to know what it means to care for people.
What I appreciate is that he not only showed this kind of thing working--that's good to depict, but it's also fairly common even if the details are usually less concrete. Books where people being decent even when it's hard matters are a dime a dozen.
Pratchett consistently showed that this kind of unglamorous public service, which is necessary to keeping human society running, is an absolute bitch and very very difficult and never becomes easy and has to be done anyway.
And also that you can do it while being yourself an absolute bitch, and in fact that tends to be a more applicable skill than niceness.
pokemon is about siccing your dog on a creature that is intrinsically, biologically, a baby mime
pokemon is about an act your dog can perform on someone else’s dog, which sports announcers and scientists alike are calling “gunk shot”
somewhat horny: i have to get Fucked!
quite a bit horny: can we pretend i’m an elven prince and the necromancer’s curse turns me into a demon on the full moon and the only way to cure me is to have my Womb filled by a chivalrous knight . and can you make sure you say soem shit like ‘forsooth’ and ‘by my honor’ and stuff. mngh
hornier than anyone has ever been: i need to kiss someone and get married
SORRY, HE DIDN'T POST HIS OWN HOLE? HE PLAGIARISED DICK, BALLS AND HOLE????
me, a day ago: well if it was his own at least that's a kind of progress