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Hurk. Feeling rather dull and listless lately, perhaps on account of allergies, or possibly as the aftermath of August/September’s MANIC IDEAS spike, or that whole downer of a death in the family. Whatever the cause, I’ve gone from crazed energetic output to plodding through a few basic projects. My necklace stuff, quilt, dolls, cookbooks, and even my blog are sitting patiently and twiddling their thumbs while they wait for me to start up again. Although I will note that Super Mario has not had to wait; last night I collected the final Star Coin and am now officially a Super Player.*
This lethargy isn’t all bad, though—my brain has left to it one useful process, and that is Composing. I can finally write down all those great ideas that were bombarding me. Don’t get me wrong, the HAVING IDEAS phase of My Writing Process is exciting and electrifying, and also frustrating as all hell because I can only scribble down generalities and outlines until they all shut up for a while. It’s hard to really write a detailed bit of dialogue or description when your brain keeps shrieking “AND! The pygmies get a bus and they drive all the way to Hollywood! … FLORIDA!” ** or whatever at you.
And dang, y’all, now that I’ve got some of it written, I am thinking that maybe I am not the only one who would get a kick out of the stuff written in my Playtime Funiverse.*** I make no promises, but if I am satisfied enough with it I may start posting it here.
The OGYAFE stays under wraps for now, though. You will have to buy that one when it becomes an actual book. I assure you, though, it will be worth the wait!
*I also declare World 9-7 the Fucking Impossible World for this game. It actually wasn’t so hard to beat, but getting the second and third coins took some serious thumb-fu.
**2:00 in.
***So named because it’s written for me, and not for me-plus-others, you see. It’s a big bloated silly collection of universes. I used to refer to it as the universe where my fanfiction goes to die, but at this point any source materials are no longer really relevant to what’s evolved, except in the general “This person reads way too much fantasy” way. Pretty much the only serial number I’d have to file off is the hobbits, and I make no apologies for loving the hell out of hobbits.
This lethargy isn’t all bad, though—my brain has left to it one useful process, and that is Composing. I can finally write down all those great ideas that were bombarding me. Don’t get me wrong, the HAVING IDEAS phase of My Writing Process is exciting and electrifying, and also frustrating as all hell because I can only scribble down generalities and outlines until they all shut up for a while. It’s hard to really write a detailed bit of dialogue or description when your brain keeps shrieking “AND! The pygmies get a bus and they drive all the way to Hollywood! … FLORIDA!” ** or whatever at you.
And dang, y’all, now that I’ve got some of it written, I am thinking that maybe I am not the only one who would get a kick out of the stuff written in my Playtime Funiverse.*** I make no promises, but if I am satisfied enough with it I may start posting it here.
The OGYAFE stays under wraps for now, though. You will have to buy that one when it becomes an actual book. I assure you, though, it will be worth the wait!
*I also declare World 9-7 the Fucking Impossible World for this game. It actually wasn’t so hard to beat, but getting the second and third coins took some serious thumb-fu.
**2:00 in.
***So named because it’s written for me, and not for me-plus-others, you see. It’s a big bloated silly collection of universes. I used to refer to it as the universe where my fanfiction goes to die, but at this point any source materials are no longer really relevant to what’s evolved, except in the general “This person reads way too much fantasy” way. Pretty much the only serial number I’d have to file off is the hobbits, and I make no apologies for loving the hell out of hobbits.
Smell Like A Monster
Oct. 9th, 2010 03:12 pmMay even be better than "Desperate Houseplants," although I still love that one because the title alone made my drunk brother pretty much collapse laughing.
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pandoras_closet!
Dang, I wish I’d known about What The Fuck Should I Make For Dinner.Com* way sooner in my life. Coulda saved my uncreative ass some serious headaches.
*In case the title doesn’t contain a strong enough hint, this site is NSFW due to strong language and CAPSLOCK.
*In case the title doesn’t contain a strong enough hint, this site is NSFW due to strong language and CAPSLOCK.
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Jun. 29th, 2010 03:21 pmOkay, confession time: after my insightful Shakespeare = Strong Bad observation, I realized that I sort of was wondering whatever happened to The Homestar Runner. I haven’t been to that site in, like, five years, so this week I decided to go back and see if it was still funny.
The answer is: yes. Yes, it is.
I gotta hand it to them: I am impressed that they can still make me laugh outright despite being a) old meme* and b) a website entirely based on … guh … Flash.** Probably it's due to context-dependency: most old memes are inextricably tangled up in the context of a certain point in time, and their humor derives from reapplying and rearranging that meme and context. These, on the other hand, are just dumb cartoons.
It’s also reaffirming to discover that even this kind of site has a painstakingly in-depth wiki edited by compulsive fangeeks willing to cross-check a giant unrewindable corpus of daffy Flash cartoons for continuity issues. There’s something so wonderfully consistent about a discovery like that.
*What’s six years in internet time? I think that, unlike dog years, internet years are logarithmic, so that depending on your starting variables, 6 years internet time could be anywhere from 64 years to older than the current age of the Universe.
**Not to mention heavy flashback action. This goddamn site was hot shit among my high school proto-nerd brethren right around the time of my first catastrophic Fukitol failure. For reasons known only to my subconscious, anything that was going on around me during one of those episodes is now seared into my brain as some sort of halcyon bastion of Better Days, which itself is a sign of insanity, since those Better Days were the days of random moments of collapsing in a jellied heap sobbing about death or something during, say, jewelry class. (Let me tell you, nothing scares a shop teacher worse than a desperately sobbing student.)
I suspect it’s my brain’s attempt at a sort of do-over. I was supposed to be enjoying dumb shit like Flash sites and David Eddings books (another halcyon memory) back then. I didn’t really get the chance, so now my brain is making up for it with heavily edited memories.
The answer is: yes. Yes, it is.
I gotta hand it to them: I am impressed that they can still make me laugh outright despite being a) old meme* and b) a website entirely based on … guh … Flash.** Probably it's due to context-dependency: most old memes are inextricably tangled up in the context of a certain point in time, and their humor derives from reapplying and rearranging that meme and context. These, on the other hand, are just dumb cartoons.
It’s also reaffirming to discover that even this kind of site has a painstakingly in-depth wiki edited by compulsive fangeeks willing to cross-check a giant unrewindable corpus of daffy Flash cartoons for continuity issues. There’s something so wonderfully consistent about a discovery like that.
*What’s six years in internet time? I think that, unlike dog years, internet years are logarithmic, so that depending on your starting variables, 6 years internet time could be anywhere from 64 years to older than the current age of the Universe.
**Not to mention heavy flashback action. This goddamn site was hot shit among my high school proto-nerd brethren right around the time of my first catastrophic Fukitol failure. For reasons known only to my subconscious, anything that was going on around me during one of those episodes is now seared into my brain as some sort of halcyon bastion of Better Days, which itself is a sign of insanity, since those Better Days were the days of random moments of collapsing in a jellied heap sobbing about death or something during, say, jewelry class. (Let me tell you, nothing scares a shop teacher worse than a desperately sobbing student.)
I suspect it’s my brain’s attempt at a sort of do-over. I was supposed to be enjoying dumb shit like Flash sites and David Eddings books (another halcyon memory) back then. I didn’t really get the chance, so now my brain is making up for it with heavily edited memories.
The Life Experience ~ Spring '10
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:04 amWhat I Learned Since The Spring Equinox
*Except that, while that dude was one hell of a character, I had a hard time recognizing him as Mr. Teatime. In my head he was a lot more … Marshie-esque.
**Alternative name: Revenge Of The Human Traffic Cones.
- When gardening, buy the wrong kind of soil at your own peril.
- When you do get the right kind of dirt, though, it’s possible to create self-watering containers out of Common Household Items!
- Never volunteer to close the library on Story Time days.
- Peyote: not just for crazy uncles! Also a nifty beading stitch!
- Using old shirts to make doll clothes is great because you already have hems!
- Marigolds planted with vegetables do a good job of deterring pests, and plus they look great!
- Don’t plant onion-type plants in the same container as legume-type plants, however, because the onion-type roots apparently do the botanical equivalent of pushing the legume-type roots down and taking their lunch money.
- Circumzenithal and circumhorizontal arcs are atmospheric effects caused by ice crystals high in the air—they look like rainbows on top of clouds!
- If you don’t like the ending of your book, it’s okay to go back and write a new ending, even if it goes over your self-imposed deadline, because you will feel much better if you do it right.
- It’s not just the Horrible Undead Cat who liked to sit in dirt. Our current old cats do it, too.
- The TV versions of The Color of Magic/The Light Fantastic and Hogfather are pretty respectable,* but stay away from the animated Discworld movies.
- If you don’t change your razor often enough, your lymph nodes could swell up and you’ll start worrying you have cancer.
- Keeping a Swiss Ball in my closet significantly raises the chances that I’ll do strength exercises at some point in the day.
- Car accidents apparently also come in threes.
- Mormon divorces have two parts: the part where you get divorced legally, and the part where you get “unsealed” in the temple, which takes longer. As far as I can tell, you can totally get remarried to your second spouse while you’re still “sealed” to your first.
- Nitpicking is my mutant power.
- Zyrtec has withdrawal symptoms at least as unpleasant as the various brands of Fukitol I’ve tried—and yet, for some reason, I find Zyrtec a lot creepier.
- My eyes are not broken, and my glasses are not polarized: the Nyquil-Dayquil** filter every movie since the mid-90s has decided to go with is bugging other people, too!
- Gardening is actually a thing I can do, if I start small enough!
*Except that, while that dude was one hell of a character, I had a hard time recognizing him as Mr. Teatime. In my head he was a lot more … Marshie-esque.
**Alternative name: Revenge Of The Human Traffic Cones.
Remember ... Wedge Said OVALTINE!
May. 22nd, 2010 03:36 amSnagged from Geek King And God, Wil Wheaton, just a little late for Star Wars Day:
Y’all, I fucking recognize a lot of that footage. I should really not be admitting this, but I trust you nerds.
Y’all, I fucking recognize a lot of that footage. I should really not be admitting this, but I trust you nerds.
Filler Post Offers You RAINBOWS
May. 16th, 2010 03:11 amBah. It’s been a weird week. And a tiring one. Perhaps I’ll bulletize it later. Until then, though, enjoy this website showing various cool atmosphere effects. Because you can never have too many pictures of rainbows.
Another Look At The Writing Process
Apr. 27th, 2010 10:40 pmAMELIA: All right, Amuddya*! Goddamn, I dunno what we’ve been doing the past few days, but this is getting fuckin’ ridiculous. You’ll never be a Real Author if you can’t even get your shit together to finish off the last episode of your book. We need Motivation! Anyone seen her?
SELF-ANALYSIS: She’s been missing for days. I think she’s dead.
AMELIA: What the hell do you mean, dead? Well, all right, we can sally forth without her. I’ll have another cup of tea.
BLADDER: WE ARE NOT HAVING ANY MORE FUCKING TEA.
AMELIA: … Well, anyway. Yessir, we don’t need Motivation to do the final push for this chapter! I can do it myself! I’ll just sit down and force the scene!
AMELIA: …
AMELIA: …
AMELIA: … Perhaps a writing exercise will help.
(AMELIA writes out an imaginary dialogue. She then scribbles random words on a sheet of notebook paper. She does a logic puzzle.)
SELF-ANALYSIS: It’s not working.
AMELIA: Quiet. I’m going to play Set Solitaire. Or perhaps some Flash games. That will definitely do the trick.
SELF-ANALYSIS: I’ll be crying in the corner if you need me.
AMELIA goes back to her game; she has just found another set when MOTIVATION bursts in, waving a stack of papers covered in scribbles.
AMELIA: Where the hell have you been? The Doctors! are all stuck in limbo while I try to figure out how to make this ending look ingenious and not like a pile of—
MOTIVATION: WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE GOT FOR YOU.
AMELIA: (eyeing papers) Have you been conferring with Creativity?
MOTIVATION: YES!
AMELIA: That’s great! What have you got for me?
MOTIVATION: REMEMBER THAT STORY YOU WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SUSAN PEVENSIE THAT GOT KIND OF EPIC? I HAVE FIGURED OUT ACT II.
AMELIA: … That’s really not what I asked you to do …
MOTIVATION: YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS STORY RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT’S AWESOME.
AMELIA: I’m trying to write stories I can publish! With original characters and everything! Now get over here and help me with these damn Doctors!
MOTIVATION: I AM SO SICK OF THESE DAMN DOCTORS. I NEVER WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN AND YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAAAAAND ME AND WE WANNA WRITE THE SUSAN STORY NOW NOW NOW!
AMELIA: Well, we aren’t going to. I’m tired of Doctors! too, but if we just work together—
MOTIVATION: I HATE YOU AND HOPE YOU DIE AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.
MOTIVATION storms into her room and slams the door
AMELIA: Goddamn, this is not going to help me get my story done at all.
BLADDER: I mean, seriously, and she blames me when she has to go every fifteen minutes after two cups of assam. Is that fair, I ask you?
FIN
*I call myself Amuddya when I talk to myself. My self-pep talks are always done in the voice of my old Tae Kwon Do master, who had no idea what my name was and would just sort of garble random syllables when he addressed me. I just answered to it, but my friend tried to teach him how to pronounce my name, and the closest he ever got with his heavy accent was "Amuddya." This is why sometimes, if you listen closely while I'm doing something, you may hear me mutter "You needing to p'ocus, Amuddya." (He couldn't quite keep his f's from becoming aspirated p's, either.)
SELF-ANALYSIS: She’s been missing for days. I think she’s dead.
AMELIA: What the hell do you mean, dead? Well, all right, we can sally forth without her. I’ll have another cup of tea.
BLADDER: WE ARE NOT HAVING ANY MORE FUCKING TEA.
AMELIA: … Well, anyway. Yessir, we don’t need Motivation to do the final push for this chapter! I can do it myself! I’ll just sit down and force the scene!
AMELIA: …
AMELIA: …
AMELIA: … Perhaps a writing exercise will help.
(AMELIA writes out an imaginary dialogue. She then scribbles random words on a sheet of notebook paper. She does a logic puzzle.)
SELF-ANALYSIS: It’s not working.
AMELIA: Quiet. I’m going to play Set Solitaire. Or perhaps some Flash games. That will definitely do the trick.
SELF-ANALYSIS: I’ll be crying in the corner if you need me.
AMELIA goes back to her game; she has just found another set when MOTIVATION bursts in, waving a stack of papers covered in scribbles.
AMELIA: Where the hell have you been? The Doctors! are all stuck in limbo while I try to figure out how to make this ending look ingenious and not like a pile of—
MOTIVATION: WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE GOT FOR YOU.
AMELIA: (eyeing papers) Have you been conferring with Creativity?
MOTIVATION: YES!
AMELIA: That’s great! What have you got for me?
MOTIVATION: REMEMBER THAT STORY YOU WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SUSAN PEVENSIE THAT GOT KIND OF EPIC? I HAVE FIGURED OUT ACT II.
AMELIA: … That’s really not what I asked you to do …
MOTIVATION: YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS STORY RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT’S AWESOME.
AMELIA: I’m trying to write stories I can publish! With original characters and everything! Now get over here and help me with these damn Doctors!
MOTIVATION: I AM SO SICK OF THESE DAMN DOCTORS. I NEVER WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN AND YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAAAAAND ME AND WE WANNA WRITE THE SUSAN STORY NOW NOW NOW!
AMELIA: Well, we aren’t going to. I’m tired of Doctors! too, but if we just work together—
MOTIVATION: I HATE YOU AND HOPE YOU DIE AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.
MOTIVATION storms into her room and slams the door
AMELIA: Goddamn, this is not going to help me get my story done at all.
BLADDER: I mean, seriously, and she blames me when she has to go every fifteen minutes after two cups of assam. Is that fair, I ask you?
FIN
*I call myself Amuddya when I talk to myself. My self-pep talks are always done in the voice of my old Tae Kwon Do master, who had no idea what my name was and would just sort of garble random syllables when he addressed me. I just answered to it, but my friend tried to teach him how to pronounce my name, and the closest he ever got with his heavy accent was "Amuddya." This is why sometimes, if you listen closely while I'm doing something, you may hear me mutter "You needing to p'ocus, Amuddya." (He couldn't quite keep his f's from becoming aspirated p's, either.)
- I tell you, there is nothing like the pointless futzing of Wind Waker to put one in a pleasant stupor. I think some game designer went mad with power and made a game composed entirely of side quests, and somebody forcibly injected a couple of temples in there just so gamers could get their bearings. You can spend hours just wandering around on the ocean dredging up treasure boxes. And every time you get a New Item you gotta make the round of islands again to see if it'll do anything. It's GREAT.
- I finally got my hands on a copy of The Lando Calrissian Adventures. I never understood quite why Lando was the forgotten character. I was always kind of impressed with the way he behaved when pushed into a corner in Empire—it’s not particularly savory, but selling out some guy you’ve never heard of to protect your entire city is a pragmatic call, the lesser of two evils. And when Vader starts to make the lesser of two evils just as evil as the greater one, he tries diplomacy, and when that fails him, he takes the gonzo option.
Also, he destroyed the second Death Star. Yes, I realize that Luke had already done one, but I don’t think the destroyed planets would have cared if the Death Star was old meme.
- Speaking of crazy space adventures, I have figured out another reason writers make series—they have too damn many plots to fit into one book. So even though I plan to concentrate on the OGYAFE after Doctors! gets squared around, I may have to scribble a few things about Dweiji and the Princess, since we have achieved a Plot, and maybe even a Sequel. Hell, that might be more marketable than Doctors!, because even though it’s in the same universe, it’s your basic garden variety Crazy Space Adventure. (People wonder why I love space opera—it’s because this genre's “garden variety” garden contains shit like crystal plants and Grovebacks and such.)
- One more thing on science fiction, and it’s definitely a Bad Sign: I also have picked up the urge to actually write some of those alien-written paperbacks Dweiji keeps in her ship. Yes. I now want to write AU fic—not fic in an alternate universe, but stuff that counts as fiction in my alternate universe. YES I AM CRAZY.
- In Making Stuff News, I think I’ve worked out a way to make Kuen’s tablet—basically, a computer for someone with different aesthetics. And I am hoping the sewmonster bites me again soon, because I have a boatload of projects to do. I’m going to try at least to get something done for Daja before her birthday.
- I have found another good fall-asleep thing in my iPod: language tapes. The weird thing is, I hate listening to people talking on the radio when I'm awake. It's distracting and somehow unsettling. But when I'm not trying to do anything and have the voices on low, it's nice. Background noise or something.
- I’m wondering if my recent lethargy is related to a lack of proper food. I seem to get this regularly. I’ll see if once again recalibrating my diet so that it isn’t mostly pizza bagels and Girl Scout cookies helps.
And now to quit procrastinating and get my ass back into Doctors! I should be done by now, dammit.
- I finally got my hands on a copy of The Lando Calrissian Adventures. I never understood quite why Lando was the forgotten character. I was always kind of impressed with the way he behaved when pushed into a corner in Empire—it’s not particularly savory, but selling out some guy you’ve never heard of to protect your entire city is a pragmatic call, the lesser of two evils. And when Vader starts to make the lesser of two evils just as evil as the greater one, he tries diplomacy, and when that fails him, he takes the gonzo option.
Also, he destroyed the second Death Star. Yes, I realize that Luke had already done one, but I don’t think the destroyed planets would have cared if the Death Star was old meme.
- Speaking of crazy space adventures, I have figured out another reason writers make series—they have too damn many plots to fit into one book. So even though I plan to concentrate on the OGYAFE after Doctors! gets squared around, I may have to scribble a few things about Dweiji and the Princess, since we have achieved a Plot, and maybe even a Sequel. Hell, that might be more marketable than Doctors!, because even though it’s in the same universe, it’s your basic garden variety Crazy Space Adventure. (People wonder why I love space opera—it’s because this genre's “garden variety” garden contains shit like crystal plants and Grovebacks and such.)
- One more thing on science fiction, and it’s definitely a Bad Sign: I also have picked up the urge to actually write some of those alien-written paperbacks Dweiji keeps in her ship. Yes. I now want to write AU fic—not fic in an alternate universe, but stuff that counts as fiction in my alternate universe. YES I AM CRAZY.
- In Making Stuff News, I think I’ve worked out a way to make Kuen’s tablet—basically, a computer for someone with different aesthetics. And I am hoping the sewmonster bites me again soon, because I have a boatload of projects to do. I’m going to try at least to get something done for Daja before her birthday.
- I have found another good fall-asleep thing in my iPod: language tapes. The weird thing is, I hate listening to people talking on the radio when I'm awake. It's distracting and somehow unsettling. But when I'm not trying to do anything and have the voices on low, it's nice. Background noise or something.
- I’m wondering if my recent lethargy is related to a lack of proper food. I seem to get this regularly. I’ll see if once again recalibrating my diet so that it isn’t mostly pizza bagels and Girl Scout cookies helps.
And now to quit procrastinating and get my ass back into Doctors! I should be done by now, dammit.
Hey everybody! Who wants to hear a long pointless boring story about petty feuds with obtuse coworkers?
Yeah, I don’t, either. So instead, here is a baby porcupine with the hiccups eating a banana.
Yeah, I don’t, either. So instead, here is a baby porcupine with the hiccups eating a banana.
Huh, well, I hear the Academy Awards were on tonight. I did not watch. Most of those movies look like this to me:
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BUT CAN I SQUAREDANCE?
Mar. 3rd, 2010 12:12 amHey there! Are you a prepubescent girl wondering about the strange and confusing changes you’re going through? Do you need the most useless, incomplete, and patronizing advice possible? Well, look no further: the 1950’s is there for you. For example, did you know you get chills and catch cold if you go swimming the first couple of days of your period?
Other highlights: completely pointless drawing of the left hip as part of the lesson, an ‘ukulele, the assertion that it’s more important than ever to look your best on your period,* Giant Death Pads and The Contraption They Hook Up To, and the creepiest single line ever delivered by a 50's educational film dad. Dude, that is a high bar.
Also, I’m assuming they’re all human, but every single person in this film acts strangely enough that they sail into Uncanny Valley.
I want to say, it's not actually as terrible as it could be for one of these shorts. At least you get the basics.
And yes, I found this because the Rifftrax dudes took on this short, which was howlingly funny even though they did skip the actual sex ed lesson. Buncha prudes.
*That’s not even anathema to my own thinking. That’s just inexplicable.
Other highlights: completely pointless drawing of the left hip as part of the lesson, an ‘ukulele, the assertion that it’s more important than ever to look your best on your period,* Giant Death Pads and The Contraption They Hook Up To, and the creepiest single line ever delivered by a 50's educational film dad. Dude, that is a high bar.
Also, I’m assuming they’re all human, but every single person in this film acts strangely enough that they sail into Uncanny Valley.
I want to say, it's not actually as terrible as it could be for one of these shorts. At least you get the basics.
And yes, I found this because the Rifftrax dudes took on this short, which was howlingly funny even though they did skip the actual sex ed lesson. Buncha prudes.
*That’s not even anathema to my own thinking. That’s just inexplicable.
These Are Still Around?
Feb. 11th, 2010 05:33 pmSometimes when your brain is broken from editing and shelving, you find yourself easily suggestible by SCREAMING CAPSLOCK, such as the one from this meme bottledgoose had. (Of course, I’m the kind of person who always answers questions, so that my warning label would be “IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW, DO NOT ASK.”)
( FUCK YEAH, CAPSLOCK )
bottledgoose had. (Of course, I’m the kind of person who always answers questions, so that my warning label would be “IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW, DO NOT ASK.”)( FUCK YEAH, CAPSLOCK )
On A Wide Variety Of Topics
Jan. 28th, 2010 05:34 pmI have had conversations like this before.
... Actually, I think Dad gave me this exact lecture once during dinner.
... Actually, I think Dad gave me this exact lecture once during dinner.
Just Another Face In A Red Jumpsuit
Jan. 16th, 2010 12:02 amHey, who knew? According to this children’s book from the 70’s, “In the year 2010 everyone wears a jumpsuit and shoes.” I'm gonna have to hit the stores, although frankly I may be more inclined to get me some sporty neon rings.
Me, I like the reference to the kitchen control panel looking like a typewriter, myself. It’s like when Mom refers to the tiny keyboard on her phone as the “typewriter.”* It’s interesting to see some of the things that are actually strangely spot-on, even though he definitely doesn’t have a good fluent language for it yet.
Either way, it’s still mind-blowing to realize just how much things have changed in just 40 years, innit?
*She also uses homerow when typing on it. Transcription training does not go lightly.
ETA: Forgot to say, thanks,archmage!
Me, I like the reference to the kitchen control panel looking like a typewriter, myself. It’s like when Mom refers to the tiny keyboard on her phone as the “typewriter.”* It’s interesting to see some of the things that are actually strangely spot-on, even though he definitely doesn’t have a good fluent language for it yet.
Either way, it’s still mind-blowing to realize just how much things have changed in just 40 years, innit?
*She also uses homerow when typing on it. Transcription training does not go lightly.
ETA: Forgot to say, thanks,
archmage!
