Yeah, you talk like you’re into guys with beards, but just you wait until you’re dating one and he sneezes and gets snot all over in his face hair and he doesn’t notice it because the slime isn’t touching his skin and you can’t tell him about it because he has headphones on and he’s listening to “abstract hip hop” so loudly that it’s giving you whatever the opposite of an orgasm is.
Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf – it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” – meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.
Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.
My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.
My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.
I live in Korea and have a lot of international friends, and the same is true with language barriers in adults.
*Looking at a bowl of pears* “Can you please pass me the… apple’s friend?”
I wish we didnt live in such an age of definite knowledge. I wish i could make a game and put a 1 in a millionth chance of meeting a wendigo in that damn game so only a few chosen people in the world would be like “guys i totally saw a wendigo in that game the other day” because nowadays youll just get 5 people on 4chan decrypting all the files of your game within 20 minutes to find the damn wendigo sprites
undefine the wendigo. segment the wendigo into 20 distinct sprite components and use those components in other sprites. segment the wendigo’s behaviour into 10 different classes. split design and data. split data and code. ascend and become ubermensch
My favorite thing is that Europe is spooky because it’s old and America is spooky because it’s big
“The difference between America and England is that Americans think 100 years is a long time, while the English think 100 miles is a long way.” –Earle Hitchner
well i guess this is it 