Remember that time you got good service at a restaurant?
You actually got unbelievably amazing service at a restaurant.
as someone who used to work in food service, this article is wonderful.
On a scale of Katniss Everdeen to Ned Stark, how much would you say you trust the government?
I remember once I was riding the subway in Toronto, there was a lot of commotion at my stop which I soon found out was focused around an elderly man who had slipped down the stairs and was bleeding quite profusely. It was scary, but he was surrounded by people who were already dealing with the situation and calling emergency services so I figured all I could do to do my part was get out of the way.
It was very rattling, No one had any idea what state the man was in and everyone was buzzing about it. But as I got further away I became increasingly conscious of this sort of bubble of awareness I was in. People right at the stairs were all scared and trying to help, people further down the hall had this sense that something was wrong but didn’t know what it was yet, and when you went through the doors to the street everyone was completely unaware of the situation.
My irrational knee-jerk reaction was initially to be angry with all these people milling around, and goofing off, like “What is wrong with you don’t you know there is an old man dying like thirty feet away from you? How can you be so insensitive???" but as soon as I thought that I realized that of course they have no idea, they didn’t have to deal with the situation, of course they’d be completely ignorant about what was happening unless someone went out of their way to inform them about it. I went through a door to a place where something that totally consumed my head was happening, it was all I could think about and it wasn’t until I sorted myself out and rationalized it that I remembered other people who had not gone through that door were not privy to this information. Right then at that moment the old man was the most important thing in my head and it made me forget (if only for a beat) that other people have not experienced the things that are very important in my life and I cannot expect them to act as though they’re informed about things that I am informed about.
This experience reminded me that you can’t automatically assume malice when someone says something ignorant that upsets you. Not everyone has gone through all the doors that you have. Other people are completely unaware of things that could be defining aspects of your life, it might not even occur to them there was an issue requiring further education of until they crossed paths with you. On that same note, don’t be that guy who just assumes they’ve gone through every door. You didn’t personally see the injured old man, don’t doubt his existence and stubbornly stand in the way when people need you to step aside so they can get help to him. Everyone is holding a map and no one has every room filled in, you need to cooperate with other people to figure out what exists in the areas outside your personal zone of familiarity.
Do you wanna play a fighter?
C’mon dude, we need a tank
You always play a mage and shit
Snap out of it
Or we’re gonna get spanked
I mean, look at the feat trees
No, there’s no spells
Just lotsa stuff for kicking ass
Do you wanna play a fighter?
No, a ranger’s not a fighter
Oh. I lied.
Skull Kid from Loz: Majora’s Mask is me. Photo is by
god with a cameraApprivoise at Katsucon.
So you know what I don’t get? Why people repeat words. (x)
Grammar time: it’s called “contrastive reduplication,” and it’s a form of intensification that is relatively common. Finnish does a very similar thing, and others use near-reduplication (rhyme-based) to intensify, like Hungarian (pici ‘tiny’, ici-pici ‘very tiny’).
Even the typologically-distant group of Bantu languages utilize reduplication in a strikingly similar fashion with nouns: Kinande oku-gulu ‘leg’, oku-gulu-gulu ‘a REAL leg’ (Downing 2001, includes more with verbal reduplication as well).
I suppose the difficult aspect of English reduplication is not through this particular type, but the fact that it utilizes many other types of reduplication: baby talk (choo-choo, no-no), rhyming (teeny-weeny, super-duper), and the ever-famous “shm” reduplication: fancy-schmancy (a way of denying the claim that something is fancy).
screams my professor was trying to find an example of reduplication so the next class he came back and said “I FOUND REDUPLICATION IN ENGLISH” and then he said “Milk milk” and everyone was just “what?” and he said “you know when you go to a coffee shop and they ask if you want soy milk and you say ‘no i want milk milk’” and everyone just had this collective sigh of understanding.
Another name for this particular construction is contrastive focus reduplication, and there’s a famous linguistics paper about it which is commonly known as the Salad Salad Paper. You know, because if you want to make it clear that you’re not talking about pasta salad or potato salad, you might call it “salad salad”. The repetition indicates that you’re intending the most prototypical meaning of the word, like green salad or cow’s milk, even though other things can be considered types of salad or milk.
Can I make love to this post?… Is that a thing that’s possible?
i just had a linguistgasm.
NOW I CAN BE A TRUE MERMAID
I actually did a report on this last year! The substance is called perfluorocarbon and because of its unique nature, it can hold enough oxygen inside of it for you to breathe it. You can breathe safely while inside it, but sometimes the transition from breathing in the perfluorocarbon and the air can be painful or uncomfortable as your lungs try to push the liquid out of them. In Dan Brown’s book The Lost Symbol, the process of reverting back to breathing the air can feel like being birthed.
thank you friend
how the fuck do they know what being birthed feels like
WE ARE GETTING CLOSER TO PILOTING EVAs IN 2015
this is literally how we play dnd
this isn’t even a joke
new quest in my DnD session is to find the bitches
Massive Ammonite Fossil
This is as close to an ammonite god as you’ll get how can you not
CONSULT THE HELIX
PRAISE THE HELIX
Let’s Play Grand Theft Auto V with Miss Coco Peru
i’m in tears
I am so happy So so happy
A wild raven perches himself on the fence of a human’s farm and squawks for help because he has three porcupine quills stuck in the side of his face. The kind humans who find him attempt to take the quills out, but not without some “lip” from the raven.
I JUST GOT THE THUNDER HERE I AM SO EXCITED!!!
"I just organized a meet-up for fans of my favorite webcomic, Homestuck."
"Do you have any interest in writing comics?"
"My sister and I have tossed around a few ideas."
"What’s one of your ideas?"
"What if Spiderman…. went to Comic Con?"