To anyone with adhd who needs it: I know it’s very tempting to wait for the perfect ™ time for this thing you’re supposed to do and half-assing through it probably sounds terrible, but believe me when I say that half-assing through something is better than not doing it at all. Get that thing done. You’ll be grateful to your past self.
Watching Dungeon Meshi is basically an exercise in the following:
Laios is a damage sponge that will literally put his limbs on the line to get the W of the day. Man once terrified a giant wolf by getting on all fours and barking like a dog.
Marcille basically has a PhD in multiple schools of magic and will not hesitate to break out whatever one is necessary. She used the controversial one once and now it’s an international incident but she’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Chilchuck devotes his entire physique and an engineering degree to his party role. He started eating proper meals and now he’s actually concerned it’ll negatively impact his job performance.
And Senshi LITERALLY has mythic-level cooking gear. Man has a knife that can cut through anything and he basically just uses it to chop vegetables.
These people would be horrifyingly dangerous mercenaries in any other story but instead we spend most episodes just watching them bumble through assembling a restaurant menu item.
talking about impenetrable accents/dialect just reminded me. when I was in Milan a couple of years back I was staying in this little rathole hotel and I had the biggest fucking migraine, so I was like non c'è problema I’ll just go buy painkillers. of course every pharmacy on the map in a three block radius was closed, so my stupid ass just starts wandering around trying to figure out on the fly if you can get OTC from supermarkets in italy.
I walk into this little everything store (to my foreign eyes the kind of place that back home could sell you a bunch of carrots, a 6-pack of beer, pantyhose, bleach and a screwdriver set) and I see some household basics in the back but not what I need. with the confidence of a person who is only in the city for 3 days because he got bored and packed a bag and booked the cheapest flight available the week before (<= MENTAL ILLNESS), I was like no worries I know some italian, I can just ask.
I grab a bottle of water, walk up to the counter, and I’m like Ciao, hai il paracetamolo? And the guy is like che, and I’m like paracetamolo. Per la mia testa. And he’s like che?
This is where I would have said ‘aspirina’ except I can’t take aspirin for medical reasons, or 'antidolorifico’ except I don’t know that word and I’ve got no phone data for google translate and also I’m stupid. So in my fucked up leith-glasgow-italian accent I’m like paaa-ra-cetta-mollll-ooo. He’s like ohhh bene, bene, and he calls another guy out of the back and asks him to go get something. Other guy then walks out of the store into the street, and before I can be like hey, che la fuck, he comes back and hands me a huge bundle of herbs.
At this point I’m like okay this entire interaction has been a bust, but these guys have been very nice and patient and they’re both smiling happily at me because they’ve been of service, so I’m like ahh perfetto, grazie, pay them a couple of euros and leave.
EVENTUALLY I find a pharmacy that’s open, and my head is fucking killing me, and my phone still isn’t connecting, and now I have this small shrubbery poking out of my coat pocket, so I don’t even bother looking around the shelves. I just walk straight to the counter and I’m like uhh ciao, scusi. And hearing my nightmare of an accent the guy answers in english and I’m like thank christ, do you please have paracetamol. Not aspirin, I can’t take aspirin. And he’s like yeah yeah hold on, goes into the back, comes out with what I need.
Only when he comes out he gives me this look, and then he starts laughing. And then he pretends he’s not laughing and rings me up and I pay, and as I’m leaving I can see him losing it. But I don’t care, my head is going to explode, I’m going back to the rathole to close the blinds and fall comatose for four hours.
When I get back to my hotel room I take off my coat and remember the huge bouquet of herbs in my pocket. They smell amazing, and I’m like I’m pretty sure this is parsley in which case I can just get some tomatoes and mozzarella later and make it work. but since I have no idea what that interaction was, I want to make sure. I bring out my phone to get a visual reference of what parsley leaves look like, and because I was using it for google translate earlier I put 'parsley’ in the wrong box like a dope and translate it to italian.
prezzemolo
I wish I could have been the pharmacist in the moment he looked at my tired pissed off anglophone ass, heard me say 'paracetamol’ in my fucked up accent, and turned around saw what was in my pocket. I’d have lost my shit too.
i know we all rag on MCU movies for being the most soulless pieces of garbage to grace theaters in the past few evers, but i think the music in those movies really doesnt get enough credit for being the least memorable or emotional music ever heard
every single piece sounds like placeholder music to give an idea of what someone might want for a scene but then they accidentally sent it off without ever actually getting a score composed
Frist off, that video was a damn revelation. But I have to wonder if Marvel’s spoilerphobia doesn’t also come in. Because I can’t believe that not a single Marvel executive has never thought “hey, where’s our Imperial March?” If nothing else, to be able to make shorter trailers that will get people talking (as any hint to the Imperial March in a 20sec SW trailer will do).
But if the conversation with the composer goes
“We need a theme tune for this character.” “Great! What can you tell me about their personality, role and narrative development?” “Nothing.”
The composer is probably going to murder you in your sleep.
“There’s no such thing as a fish because you can’t define it phylogenetically without also including things that aren’t fish”
Man I have bad news for you about lizards. And reptiles in general. And wasps, but I guess that depends on your opinion on wasps. And I don’t think you’re ready for trees.
I’m defineiely not prepared for trees but if you want an excuse to make tumblr suffer i will be the sacrifice
Trees aren’t a phylum or an order or anything like that, being a tree is just a thing some plants do
It’s been described as a biological strategy - you want light, an efficient way to do that is put all the bits of you that want light (that is, leaves) high up so they’re not in the shadow of other things, spread out both to cover a wide area and so they’re not in their own shade, because that would be a waste of leaf
So the same shape of doing this has evolved independently dozens of times - crabs have nothing on trees. But this also leads to disagreement as to what a tree even is
For example, is a palm a tree? They don’t have branches, but they do have a canopy - what about how a lot of conifers don’t have a canopy? Just a cone of green that comes down to the ground! If that’s a tree, what’s the difference between a tree and a bush?
But we can agree they’re centred around a single woody trunk right, so there’s a starting point - except no, in comes the quaking aspen, which is one huge organism below the surface that shoots up trunks wherever the hell it feels like it, each of which is by any casual observer’s reckoning obviously a tree.
The last thing we want to do is answer any of these questions, because that’s how we end up with the whole berry situation, where a tomato is a berry but a strawberry is a “fleshy receptacle”
personally i think simple words like “fish” and “tree” and “berry” should be reserved for the people, and scientists should stop redefining words that have been in use for generations. the way things are now, obnoxious people insist it’s normal people who are using them wrong, rather than the folks trying to exhaustively define things based on genetic criteria. i say this as someone who likes science btw
I will join you in your soapbox to add that we got the word henge from Stonehenge, then someone made a precise technical definition of what a henge is, and Stonehenge doesn’t meet that definition
The real problem with books-turned-movies isn’t “omg they didn’t include every single word in the book” it’s “omg they completely overlooked the main theme, threw out any significant allegories, took away all the emotional pull, an turned it into a boring action movie with a love triangle in it”
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