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Beneath a Cherry Sky

If you’ve never stood under a cherry blossom tree in full bloom, you owe it to your soul to live somewhere that lets you.

My new hobby is to frame actual language inventories as conlang inventories and watch people say they're unrealistic or unnaturalistic

You know, when you're young you think that everybody out there really, really gets you. But, you know, actually, only a handful of them do. All the people who like you, despite your faults. And then if you discard them, they will never come back. So, when you meet those people you should just hold on to them. Really, really tightly. And don't let them go.

k.b. // sex education - netflix

The whole “scientists use big words on purpose to be exclusive” is such a bunch of anti-intellectual bullshit. Specific and concise language exists for a reason; you need the right words to convey the right meaning, and explaining stuff right is a hugely important part of science. Cultures that live around loads of snow have loads of words to describe different types of snow; cultures that live in deserts have loads of words to describe different types of sand. Complex language is needed for complex meaning.

I'll be using that phrase as a threat now

He Has A Question

also I'm aware there's a Twilight show ep on it, and I definitely have my eyes on it. I'll watch it eventually

Alr, so this is just expressing my thoughts after reading It's a Good Life by Jerome Bixby, as well as after watching an in depth analysis on it.

Honestly, I really really enjoyed this short story, especially as it is in the cosmic horror genre (absolutely one of my favorite genres).

Now, this is the message that I interpreted from the story:

I think there comes a fear in being unable to live. A fear in not being allowed to live. A fear in trying to make the conscious decision to live. And yet what do we do? Often, we take this conscious decision in our daily lives ‐ and we face this fear - knowing that, although unspeakable horrors may yet lie in the ineffable (or something we know and are unable to explain its ineffable consequences), our lives are good because we exist, and even if we're seen as the "bad man" (quote from the story; it could represent a multitude of things, but i see it, in the context of the story, the want to be able to express one's own individualustic desires, thoughts, and creativity), our 'rebellion' from this absurdity is what makes us ultimately human.

yeah looking back on my interpretation, it's definitely absurdist, but hey, absurdism is one of my favorite philosophies, so I'm not complaining!

Anyway, please go read this short story, it soooooooo sooo good it's such a well-written story.

The Wrong Turn

Guess who's back here? I had a bumpy ride but I made it eventually.

Was originally going to draw a tennis ball... that ended up becoming a tennis ball in space... then it turned into a tennis ball in space that has water on it in such a way that it might harbor life. The creative process is something else I guess...

Proto-Indo-Europeans be like “*g̑n̥néh₃mi stéh₂tim” and then they take you into the middle of the steppe