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“Names are like moms with sprinklers”

-my mother misreading a sign that said “Nanas are like moms with sprinkles”

ofmd spoilers

I think Mary and Stede really do love each other. Not in a romantic way of course. But they definitely love each other. In an unconditional, under the surface kinda way. They hated being with each other because they didn’t make each other happy in the roles that they were playing.

Them talking it through (as a crew).

I think that if they met under different circumstances and played different roles in each other’s lives, it would have been different. Good different. Really good different.

That’s where they’re going. They figured out why they made each other so miserable. And the fact that they want to make it right, to make each other happy. Shows that they love each other.

I like to imagine that they stay good friends. That Mary and Doug get married and have a good life together with the kids. The kids love Doug.

Stede goes off and finds Ed. They realize they love each other. They stay together. They sail the seas.

Every once in a while, they come back and visit Mary and Doug and the kids. The kids listen to them tell stories. Alma is fascinated. They take them on the ship.

Everyone is happy.

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Here’s the thing about human nature:

Think about things you know. Think about the things that live in your head, that got encoded into your memory without being learned.

My parents will get on YouTube and look at compilations of Top 80’s Songs and sing verses of every last one. They quote SNL skits that aired 20 years ago.

People in my generation quote Vines the same way. We know jingles from infomercials we haven’t seen in over a decade. It’s been months and I still find the words humming in my head, Turtleneck and blazer, on point like a laser…

I can sing songs I never intentionally listened to. It’s going down, I’m yelling Timber tumbles through my head without me knowing where it’s from. As an adult, I looked up “apologize” on youtube because of a vivid memory of being in the dentist’s chair as a child and hearing, It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late… I have always instinctively known that Boots with the fur follows Apple bottom jeans.

I can’t hear “What do you want” without the overwhelming urge to say “I want to sing and dance!” because of a Ray Stevens song. I can’t hear “What does the fox say?” without feeling something. I dare not say “Dumb ways to die” in front of my siblings.

Did you ever sit down and intentionally memorize the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody? Were you ever a fan of Owl City or do you just know that “You would not believe your eyes” is followed by “If ten million fireflies?”

Why do mnemonics work on us? How often do you say to yourself, “Thirty days hath September” or sing the ABC’s to yourself quietly? My dad told me, “If red touches black, he’s a friend of Jack, but if red touches yellow, he can kill a fellow” and I remember it. I can count by threes without thinking about it because of a video I had in elementary school. I can sing the alphabet in Greek and in Spanish because I listened to alphabet songs for them. I still know Be, am, is, are, was, being, have, has, had, could, would, should, may, might, must, shall, can, will, do, did, does, having are almost all English “helping verbs” because of a video I watched in high school. The only reason I know anacondas are found in Ecuador is because of a CollegeHumor parody of Nicki Minaj’s song Anaconda.

Study advice tells you to make up rhymes to memorize information. Commercials have jingles and slogans and rhythmic phrases because we automatically memorize them. It’s batshit that “make a mnemonic” is standard advice for students. How is that not harder than just remembering?

You know what follows “Hey diddle diddle,” but why? You can probably name most, if not all, of Santa’s reindeer. You know what Superman can leap in a single bound whether or not you’ve ever given a shit about Superman. You know “Ring around the rosie” is followed by “Pocket full of posies.”

I posted about this a while back, but you know that song about murdering Barney that you or your siblings used to sing? That song has been sung for over 30 years. Across multiple continents. There’s a tree of variants based on the same basic theme, There’s even multiple versions in Spanish based on the Spanish Barney theme song.

Where I can’t remember poems, there are little indents in my memory where their syllables should be. But I have multiple poems memorized that I never memorized on purpose.

You have definitely heard about how The Iliad is an epic poem. Before writing, everything was passed down orally. Everything. “How on earth did they do it?” people wonder, and bitch about how technology has ruined our memories, which is hilarious, because how they did it is obvious.

We are WIRED to memorize. If something rhymes or is rhythmic, our brains are terrifyingly good at making that shit last FOREVER. We can’t make it stop. “Damn it, I can’t get this song out of my head!” we will say. I have had this happen to me after hearing a song literally once.

Rhythm, rhyme, meter, the basic components of poetic structure, are VERY fundamental to how our memory works. Somehow. “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” is in trochaic meter. If it was “Teenage Mutant Samurai Turtles” it wouldn’t stick around the way it did. But if you sing it, it sticks around.

Why does this work?

Do you know anyone that never gets songs stuck in their head, that can’t remember jingles and poems and theme songs? Is there anyone you can think of that just…doesn’t have that lightbulb light up when you sing half of something they should remember? Dyslexia, aphantasia, prosopagnosia, disabilities where faculties we think of as “things brains do” are missing are pretty common, but are there humans that can’t do this?

It would be noticeably disabling. Imagine trying to memorize your ABC’s if you can’t sing them, even in your head.

yk the ‘bury your gays’ trope where the writers kill off gay characters? great name. but what about ‘kill your queers’. it’s so bad and it just sounds like a hate crime but like. the alliteration is nice yk.

“what the biggest secret you keep from your family?”

you might think that it’s me being queer. it’s not. they know that.

it’s that i’m a star wars fan.

they’ve all been star wars fans for so long and kept trying to get me into it but i refused. now i am a star wars fan. and they can never know. because they’d bully me.

while we were watching judge judy my sister just asked my grandpa what his name was and my mom responded by yelling “im batman” from the kitchen where she was making burgers

OFMD spoilers

It’s not the kraken and the lighthouse. It’s the ship and the lighthouse !!!!!!!

Stede and Mary got married in front of the lighthouse, and they were told to be lighthouses to each other. Mary gave Stede and lighthouse painting for their anniversary. Stede gave Mary a ship for their anniversary. These little gifts represent who they are to each other. Stede is the lighthouse. Mary was supposed to be the ship, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t want it.

Stede goes off to sea, and he takes the lighthouse painting, and the model of the ship, and the ship itself. Along the way, he meets Ed.

Ed is fascinated by the model ship and the big ship. Instead of thinking it’s ridiculous like Mary and everyone did, he thinks it’s incredible.

When they realize the Spanish are into them, and they need a plan, they say, “We need to be lighthouses.” This goes back to choosing Ed over Mary. Except Ed isn’t the lighthouse. Stede is the light of the lighthouse which the Spanish avoided. Stede is still the lighthouse. You can’t have two lighthouses.

Everything happens, they get caught, Stede goes back to Mary, etc. Mary is living fine without Stede. As Ed said, you’re supposed to avoid lighthouses so you don’t crack up on the rocks. That’s what Mary did. She avoided Stede She wasn’t the ship that goes with Stede’s lighthouse. Ed is.

At the end we see Ed, a mess, looking at the lighthouse painting while on the ship. He went back to the ship. He chose the ship. He’s the ship. And he’s a mess because he didn’t avoid the lighthouse. He cracked up on the rocks.

By the time Ed realized he was the ship, he had already crashed.

Hope my rambling makes sense.

Vico Ortiz said on their tiktok that in an original draft, Jim’s favorite color was going to be purple, but it was changed to teal. There’s also a little detail of Olu’s earring being teal.

Stede and Ed are also shown in teal and purple.

I like the idea of Olu and Stede being teal. And Jim and Ed being purple.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTdHnuv42/

that is my mom

my mom is literally the most selfish person in the world