#I'm just writing a paper so I can present it at a convention because that's about the only thing I can do that makes anyone proud

[mrhaitch]

hi mr.haitch!

as someone who's interested in academia, do you think you can speak a bit about your experiences and journey? it's something i've had my eye on for a bit but honestly don't even know where to begin and idk if i'm just having a mini life crisis because i'm feeling unfulfilled in my current field.

I think I've spoken about this before, but I'll do it again. Please note that I am currently not in academia at present, although I do have plans to return. Currently I'm teaching functional skills in English and maths to kids in their late teens (many of them with severe emotional, behavioural, or learning disorders) so this will be more of a retrospective.

(Be warned, it's long)

Let's get one thing very clear: I was a bad student and my road into academia is and remains crooked. I had bad grades in highschool, an appalling attendance record, and spent a great deal of highschool in detention. It is a miracle that I finished highschool, and a further miracle that I was accepted by a college, and fluked through my A-levels.

I never paid attention in class unless it was something I cared about. Homework was a mythical concept, I never participated, rarely engaged, and generally treated school with disdain.

And I didn't get better until I was in my twenties.

Some of it was anxiety, a lot of it was arrogance.

So fast forward through my undergrad years where I oscillated wildly between workaholic frenzy (political philosophy, existentialism, philosophy of religion) to staunch absenteeism (philosophy of language, socratic philosophy). In my final year things kind of clicked, I knuckled down, got into a few fights with my lecturers, forced my grades up, and came out with a good enough grade to get onto a masters course.

This was largely in thanks to my writing, which I'd become increasingly dedicated to, completing and submitting my first (and thankfully unpublished novel) in the process. During my master's I revelled in the greater degree of independence, how I could direct and engage with the material in my own way, and how it connected with my passions (creative writing). I still had an arrogant moment, failed to prepare for an assignment and failed it. The failure capped my overall grade at a pass which sank any hope for a scholarship.

Dejected and pissed off, I then took the first job that came my way and gave up on academia. I languished in the service industry for four years and thought I'd amount to nothing more. Some political nonsense happened towards the end, I pushed back against the wrong people who promptly tried to fire me under false (and illegal) pretenses.

Haitch pushed me to look into doing my PHD again. I applied, teaching out to one of my old MA teachers to be my supervisor and he accepted with far more enthusiasm than I could've hoped for. I got a loan from the government and vowed to throw myself at my PHD as hard as I could, and I did.

From 2019 until early 2023, I worked five days a week (plus some time in the weekends) on my thesis and my writing. 8-5 every day with my nose in a book, or plugging away at a manuscript, or drafting papers. I lived and breathed it every second. I kept a journal where I pushed myself to work harder and harder to achieve what I felt was my dream. During that time I was determined to come out with my experience and qualifications than I could possibly need for an entry position. I shadowed my colleagues when they taught classes, exchanged emails with academics I admired, published more short fiction.

Brick by brick I built a portfolio and a modest reputation. Then I was invited to speak at a prestigious convention in the UK. I met legendary literary agents, famous authors, hung out with people I admired, and had a chance to read some of my work to an audience and discuss its themes.

I taught for two years, while at the same time working two other contracts for various outreach bodies teaching and supporting kids from deprived or disadvantaged backgrounds.

And I still can't get a permanent position.

I've been shortlisted once or twice, and knocked back at the first hurdle a whole bunch.

Academic positions are like gold dust scattered down the back of a unicorn as it leaps over a double rainbow. It is hard to get a job teaching and researching at a university, especially in the humanities. It is endless rejection with minimal feedback, banging your head against a brick wall over and over wondering if you felt it move or if you've just softened your skull.

It's hard, very hard, and takes a lot of commitment and a lot of sacrifice, with zero guarantee you'll get anyway.

But you do it because you can't imagine yourself doing anything else.

The eagle eyed amongst you will recognise this as the same conclusion I reached about writing, and they're right. It's the same. Often thankless, frequently difficult. A feeling of toiling alone in the dark, waiting for someone, anyone to peer into the well you fell down.

But as hard as it is, if that's the path you've chosen, a part of you doesn't care. You do it anyway. You do it in spite of what it costs you, and the little it gives back.

At least, that's how I see it. Thank you for attending my rambling, somewhat doom-laden, TED talk.

[aikya-kat-44]

The sad secret of Secret Santa

Fuck secret santa. More specifically, fuck mandatory secret santa in workplaces and schools pretty much universally. Having to take part in seemingly fun, kind, and harmless activities like secret santa personally really stresses me out as an autistic person, to the point where I lie and make up excuses to get out of it. Here's why:

Having to give presents to people who you barely know without the ability to actually ask the person what they want is stress inducing and not a very pleasant experience. I want to make sure the person who I am giving a gift gets what they wanted, because I want to make them happy, and because getting useless gifts you don't want or need sucks. Without the option to ask the person what they want, I am stumbling around without a sense of direction whilst trying to get a present they might like. Which brings me on to my second point.

Fear of rejection if they don't like the present. I have a little something that often comes with ADHD: rejection sensitive dysphoria. It's a fear of any rejection, real or perceived. So you can imagine, I am going to be terrified to hell when my secret Santa is opening their present (which, remember, I have no idea if they will like or not) about them not liking it. And if they open up their present and seem disappointed, my brain will go into an overdrive of guilt and negative feelings. What about the secret part of secret santa, you may ask. Shouldn't that stop me from feeling anxious about everyone thinking I'm a horrible person? Well, uh, no. A) RSD is illogical, I would be very happy if it did listen to logic, and B)

Social conventions are fucking weird. Despite the whole point of secret santa being, well, secret, people often talk about who they got for secret santa. (What's the point then people!!?) When conversations inevitably take this particular turn, I find myself feeling pressured into revealing the identity of my secret santa, which I would much rather keep private for fear of being seen as a selfish, ungenerous person. I risk judgement both ways, either for what gift I gave or for being a 'spoil sport' and not telling everyone who my secret santa was. I am also almost certainly going to find out who got me for secret santa, which means I will have the added pressure of fear of making the other person feel bad if I don't like their gift, as well as the knowledge that my secret santa could very well figure out that I am the one who is gifting. Also in some secret santas you have to reveal who you are after the gift exchange. These obviously suck.

Cultural/belief differences. I'm going to give a personal example here. I am vegan and allergic to milk. In one secret santa, somebody gave me a box of chocolates. I obviously couldn't eat them, and I couldn't very well throw them out. The problem with secret santa is that often people receive items that they can't use, which often ends up in the landfill.

Packaging, wrapping, and label writing. Packaging is obviously terrible for the environment, and society expects us to wrap secret santa presents. I have had multiple meltdowns trying to wrap presents so that they use as little paper as possible, and more trying to carefully unpick layers of sellotape off a present I have received quickly so I could reuse it. Label writing is something I hate as I want to remain anonymous, but I have dysgraphia, which makes writing neatly hard for me, and which also makes my writing messy, and therefore very distinctive.

So yeah, those are the reasons I dislike secret santa. I'm not a Grinch or a horrible jerk that hates giving presents or anything. It's just that secret santa makes me anxious and overwhelmed.

Here are some secret santa alternatives I found:

Pirate Santa: everyone spends a certain amount (say, $5) on a generalized non edible gift. All of the gifts are put in a bag. The order in which the players pick the gifts is decided on by drawing numbers out of a hat. The first player picks a present. The next player could either pick a gift from the pile, or 'steal' another player's gift. The player who's gift has been 'stolen' picks a new gift from the pile. The game continues until everyone has a gift.

Christmas auction: everyone brings in an old entertainment item (like an book or board game) After that, each piece is auctioned off. Each player is given 50 tokens with which to bid. The item goes to the highest bidder. When there are no more objects to bid on, or when players run out of tokens, the game ends. If two or more players place the highest bid, the auctioneer will ask a series of trivia questions. The player who correctly answers the most questions wins.

💗💗💗💗 Aikya

[moon-megami]

New Neurologist

Today I had a very inconvenient auto-rescheduled neurologist follow up appointment. I've only seen the actual Neurologist once, but he didn't find anything 'wrong' with me other than "it's probably migranes", so I got shuffled off to one of his nurse practitioners. This time I got a new one since the old one was no longer there. If anything, the old NP was passionate and caring, which helped. But she was mostly making sure the headache that likes to shatter the base of my skull hasn't came back and that I'm using my CPAP. I've been using 500mg of Magnesium to keep that skull-shattering pain away, and it's working. No one is going to pry that supplement out of my cold dead hands.

She starts out with the broad question "How are you?". A loaded question for someone who has a thousand problems. How am I? For which part of me? I could only muster up that my POTS was acting up because I got a stomach bug last week and my body hasn't caught up. I could kinda tell she didn't really 'follow', not a great sign. I felt slightly dizzy when standing yesterday, I had to use the scooter at the store to get myself a birthday present. She looked at my BP and just said "It's normal". No shit shirlock.

She steers the conversation to my headaches. My regular GP gave me Topimax at the beginning of January to try, but I was really weary of the side effects. I had finally eluded to him the fact I was smelling and tasting cigarette smoke out my nose and it had gotten worse and worse since August (I experienced phantom smells for at least 7+ years), so he gave me a low dose of 25mg Topimax because it could be a migraine aura. Checks out I guess. I've always known I have painless headaches or at least non-conventional headaches. About a week ago I finally noticed the effects and the smell is mostly gone. But the brain fog is still there.

The brain fog. I've always had brain fog since I've been diagnosed with POTS and Dysautonomia 13 years ago. I was 22 when all my issues started. But recently, around August or so (along with the phantom smell), it has gotten so much worse. So much so, that I can barely do my job. I'm a web programmer, and I need my brain to work. I need to be able to write more than a few lines of code a day, and yet, lately, that's all I can muster. Following a few trains of thought has been hard for me the past few months. This is a different beast of brain fog. As I sit there pouring this out to my new NP, tears roll down my cheeks. She asks me if I'm "sure" it just didn't start happening with Topimax (because one of the side effects is cognitive decline and brain fog). I reiterated to her, no, definitely not. If only I could show her my git history, hah.

She says "Let's take a little test". She gets up and brings back a paper, saying it's a memory test or whatever. I thought to myself, ok, this is easy. I don't like being put on the spot but I put my best effort face on anyway. She gave me 5 words to remember at the start of the test. Easy. She put a timer on one minute and told me to list as many animals I can think of. Sure.

"Cat, fish, chicken, dog, ... bird ... lion .. giraffe ....... cat ....." before I knew it, the timer was going off and I was sitting there in a ball pulling my hair out practically. Ugh. Failed that one miserably. I've always been bad at pulling things out of my ass. Go ahead, ask me where anything is. I know exactly where it is, but don't get the word "dresser" out of me when I tell you "its on the thingy over there".

Next was a few math problems, took me longer to answer but I think i was still riled up from the last question. After that I had to repeat back numbers backwards in increasing length, easy.

Next, I had to put an X on the triangle. She hands me the paper. I go straight for the square and mark it and she's like "No... that's the square." FUCK. "oh.. uh.. oh yeah the triangle lol haha". She then tells me to draw the hands of the clock "ten til eleven". I re-read the sentence next to the clock to make sure I understood and drew the clock, perfect, yep.

Next she read me a short story at the bottom of a paper and I answer all the details she asked for after. At the end she asks me for the words at the begining of the test.

Oh yeah. Those.

2 of them I was certain of. Pen and Tie. 2 I wasn't sure but I tried to remember her gestures at the time, Ball and Shirt, surely. The other was a mystery.

She takes the paper and totals the score. She had a slight downturn in her smile as she looked at the answers and the score. She says to me "Perhaps we should refer you to a center for further evaluation.". I asked her what I scored, out of curiosity. She forced a smile and scooted her chair closer to me. I know a polite blow when I see one, and it was coming. "Well... I expected a little higher score for someone your age and education level". There is is. Boom.

I asked her what I scored and what I missed. She said I got a 20/30, which doesn't mean much to me. But apparently, I only remembered 2/5 words, and missed all the number backward questions except for the 2-digit one, she seemed to have forgiven me for the triangle mistake. I drew the clock wrong. WAIT. I DREW THE CLOCK WRONG? Damn, I'm really stupid. Yeah, I drew it as 11:55 and not 11:50. All I had to do was draw a straight line with 2 arrows. Ugh. At least I got all the details in the story right.

So she wrote up some labs I have to go get now, told me to stop taking Topimax, and wrote me a prescription for Qulipta, which, as you know, is a very expensive medication. CBC, TSH, Total T4, B1, B12, Folate, D 25 hydroxy. All will come back normal I'm sure, I've had most of them checked recently anyway. And that referral, which will probably also take months to hear back from. In the car, I was mad at myself and a little sad. What did the test mean for me? I have always had... difficulties in some departments. I know I had learning difficulties, but I've always conquered them. I have never let it define me or interfere with my successes.

As soon as I got home, I wrote my GP an email through my portal explaining that she wanted me to stop taking the Topimax and start Qulipta, and about my test result. I had mentioned the crippling brain fog to him on my last visit too.

He wrote back in the evening, I assume after all his patients for the day. The tone of his correspondence came off to me as slightly spiteful, and I don't know how I feel about it. I've been building up a great rapport with him for 4 years, trusting him with more and more of my symptoms as I went along, him listening to just about every one of them and offering is best knowledge.

"I only have experience with Topimax and not Qulipta, but it seems like they have convinced your insurance to cough up the money for the expensive drug by using your cognitive test to justify taking you off Topiramate."

So was I just... used? Was all that test for was to get a kickback for a drug? It didn't feel like it, surely she wouldn't have bothered with ordering all the labs and that referral for further testing to a completely unrelated center? Talk about knocking me down a few inches more, to how already diminished I was feeling earlier today after my appointment. I feel mad and betrayed, but did he really mean it the way I am taking it? Was he mad I went against his own recommendations?

Again my closest friend is no help, he tries to comfort saying he'd score the same as me. From my quick Google search, and I do mean quick, because I didn't want to scare myself, 'normal' educated people my age don't score that low, even if they try. I don't tell my husband because I don't want him to worry, he has anxiety and worries too much. I only tell him things I am certain about. I don't know what to do with myself but type what I feel here and cry.

I guess that's the point of a blog.

[weekoldfishbones]

"Why did you choose comics as the medium you're using to tell stories?"

I've never really been a giant comic reader, never got into DC or Marvel, and didn't truly delve into manga until I got older. I had a few triple-volumes of Fullmetal Alchemist that I would pore over and copy art from, but as a child, it never really grew beyond that.

I tried graphic novels and western comics, and some of them drew me in, but none ever really hit that sweet spot of inspo for me. I never really enjoyed the visuals of conventional western comics.

It was animation that really lit a fire in me. That fire burned for many years and charted a solid course for me to follow, until I achieved what I had set out to do, and then it all just faded away. I had spent a long time making animations. Making milliseconds of progress every day and working long hours for little reward. I got tired of doing my hobby as a job, having no creative freedom, and having it really driven home to me that animation takes so. much. time. It's a no-brainer really, but it made me realise that if I wanted to get what's in my head out into the world more than 3 times before I die, I'd have to consider other options.

I'm a bit impatient when it comes to making things, I want to be able to show my stories off to my family and friends whilst they're still here. This led me to a crossroads. I have a creative urge that I need to fulfill, but how should I do it? Should I stick with animation? I'd already dedicated years of my life and a whole degree to it, after all. Maybe games? But they have many more factors to learn than just storytelling. What about writing books? Nah, I'm way too fond of overusing commas. I even considered live-action film for a short time. I quickly scrapped that idea.

After spending a while deliberating, I chose comics.

I chose comics because I love that I can tell a story visually and make it look and read exactly the way I want it to.

I love that it's so adaptable, comics turn into animations, shows, games, books, films, and lots more!

I love that I can easily draw a page in a day.

I love that I can draw a scene in a week that would take me months to animate!

I love that I can make them about anything I want to.

I love that I can draw them on scraps of paper with a biro, or on professional paper with a whole deskful of tools.

I love that it's an art form dating back hundreds of years, with a rich history around the world.

I love that I can bring my doodles to life!

One of the things I adore about animation is seeing my drawings come alive and jump around. To see them have feelings and to speak. To give them weight and presence. Comics allow me the freedom to do all that, and to save so much more of my precious time whilst I do it.

Comics take everything I love about animation, and allows me to present my ideas in a clean, lightweight, and widely adaptable format that is accessible to almost everyone.

I'll just miss being able to have background music!

[forou00huncho]

Immersee Era

As these Journeys begin through out those days, I experienced a lot of punctual doings; through those I learned being there was not just that easy, being one of their personel was a struggle for me. But on my very own perspective struggle comes with a success, as struggle build it's own footbrigde to success. Experienced facing a different people, with a different abbilities, i mean, even the ability to put their two thumb together in a finger print scanner was putting a hard time to them, so it needs to put a lot of patience. As patience mentioned, there was a time in there we have to put all those codes to a hundreds of papers , so basically my patience tolerance was challenged, as it need a bunch of time. As days had past come, it's not that typically easy to adopt it the situation as everyday, different task where given to different numbers of group yet the every group still manage to accomplish the task done simultaneously. The Journey was started because of something, something wealthy experience, an experience that was not just a pieces for someone. There was a boy asked me if i'm an imersee, and i said yes, and he said, if we came earlier than, then we are also an immersee here. There i reflect how lucky we are, that we came into here with no struggles because of the incharge who handled us. A conventional advice "live each day as if it's you last" who had the energy for that? as everyday, different life circumstances will face by the each of humanity, does this writing provoke a exhausted one, no. This work expreses me.

Tick Tack

The time ticking, time was running , the days past, oh time flies so fast, wondering what i could be for two months, wondering if im up to the challenge. It’s only months of me to walk up on stages, yet I’m still wondering how? Many say these are the foundation of my future, but it often feels like building on shifting sand. I often wonder if the person I’m become is the one I wanted to be. We find ourselves at the crossroads of expectation and desire, searching for a path that feels like our own. It’s unpredictable for two months, but yet we can still managed on how to cope with that different circumstance, for two months desiring to walk up on stage carrying an academic award. Not just by hoping, but by putting a serious act about it. We are constantly negotiating between the person we are and the person we wish to become, I realize now that growth is less about becoming someone new and more about shedding who im not. Personal growth often comes from the most unexpected experience. The pressure to succeed often outweighs the fear of failure. Memories shape our perception of the present and expectation for the future. After this journey we going face the unknown reality. We are afraid of the unknown until it becomes known. I’m at the edge of tomorrow and wonder if my dreams will be there at the dawn.

Reh

Strangerfully, she comes into my life, so precious to me and then again stranger. I have known her for such a short period of time yet it feels like ever. She walk in and get it right where everybody else went wrong. Then I thought about all things that made her happy,

Even the things that made her sad, i think about everything, about all of that i thought, i filled list with everything we could do together. I remebered everything, about how she would wrinkle her nose when she was amused, the sparkles in her eyes whenever she discussed what she was passionate about. These details increased my love for her even more making me become a person who can only think of you as my first thought in the morning and last before my head touch my pillow at night,I had not realized how quickly one’s heart can beat for someone they did not know existent before . When I am around her, there is this warm feeling of belongingness that I had never felt anywhere else; every moment spent together was so valuable and dear to me as though it were my last. But I can no longer talk to her, send her texts, we shall never play together again, I won’t ever write her a poem for our anniversary; I will never be able to embrace or kiss her after she has removed all the photos and videos of us; the only thing that is left is talking about you, remembering and re-reading the conversations. To have some relief from this pain and speak about with love, anger or hate, and fear. Thought her voice over and over again. How can i make myself happy? This isn’t me; what went wrong? Our situation seemed typical. Though our situation was special turns out to be the same story as everybody else’s. I just had not expected it to end. Nonetheless i still rub my eyes open from sleepiness as i try harder than yesterday to make those days a little better before nightfall until even feeding myself becomes a problem but still stand there ensuring that betraying my body’s needs does not happen even when my love wishes so. Every day life is difficult for me. Even though there are many problems I have chosen not to surrender on them.

[physicsphddiary]

2024 Week 9

UGhdf

I went to a conference recently. It was in New Orleans. A long journey on two planes, I had to be at the airport at 4am... I got to present a poster on my paper I'm writing currently, and I think it went well. I met a lot of people whom I only knew from their names on papers I've read. I'm trying to write that paper now. Tomorrow a strike possibly starts. My shift is at 9am :/. I kind of hope that a strike is avoided because it's kind of a pain.

I tried to stick to eating local food in New Orleans, but I'm afraid to say I didn't really like it all that much. Jambalaya was good... I found everything else kind of beige and too heavy. I missed vegetables. I really liked the beer though, we went to this tap room that specialised in sour beers and I think it's worth visiting just for that it was so nice (Urban South, there is one in Houston too).

First year PhD students need to do a qualifying exam. I need to schedule mine soon. I'm currently practising for it with some derivations and reading. I need to think of a good plan for my project and I think I have it, I need to do some exploratory maths to check some things but I guess that can be part of the project.

I'm really slacking on Japanese study and it's upsetting me. I've gotten so rusty and I can't really just read stuff anymore. I'm trying to get back into it but I just can't find the motivation for it. I think I'm going to sign up for some kind of class if I can find one. There's an anime convention here later. I'm going in a cosplay. I think I wrote about it before, but I'm finally finished with that. It's Testament from GG Strive. I think that I did a good job and I'm excited to go :3

Cassi

[kjmellow]

Hey there Doctor Who writers of tumblr

May I present to you this situation (or more like a whole bunch of things that actually happened) that could make for a DW fanfic (I'll give a coherent overview of the idea in the end)

So I went to this convention over the weekend, and there was a guy dressed as Four. This is fairly unusual, since I wouldn't say Doctor Who is extremely popular here. I immediately took a selfie with him (me wearing the same scarf as well btw) and then proceeded to never see him again. Mind you, I've been all over the place. I've been hunting people in cool cosplay to take a photo with. I've been doing quests all over the place, and looking over the main area from the height of the stands, and yet - I never saw him neither before or after that photo.

Cut to day two of the convention. There was Missy. Granted, she was there all day, and with a photographer of her own no less. I do so wish she saw that Doctor. Another thing I found at the festival that day was a full-size model of a cyberman head made of paper, just sitting on a random table.

Now for the idea overview:

Can someone please write something about a Doctor and a Master (preferably ones belonging to different eras, and it doesn't have to be Four and Missy, fun as it might be) having a showdown on a convention with people around them being none the wiser because to them it's a costume party? I think it could be fun. I'm just not well-versed in writing any of the canon Doctors or Masters, so I'd rather leave it in the more capable hands.

The cyberman head in question (just really don't want to post any pictures with real people) and as a bonus some more possible inspiration: we had some very pretty iridescent clouds next day. Wonder what that's about.

[natigail]

Tarot Card reading for Dan | 08.04.2021

Phil: Dan, we're going to get more psychic with you as we're doing the tarot cards!

Dan: Please distract me from this, oh, god. Okay.

Phil: Yeah, so what I want you to do is think about 2020, 2021.

Dan: Uh-ha?

Phil: Like now and then the future, okay? So 2020 first.

Dan *in tiny*: Yeah?

Phil: And going to shuffle and then when.

Dan: It's in.

Phil: The psychic juices are inside of you and then you're going to say STOP.

Dan: Hummna, hummna.

Phil: Yeah, I'm shuffling now.

Dan: STOP!

Phil: Oh! We have The Wheel of Fortune. I'm just looking in my book.

Dan: Am I going to win a new car?

Phil: Are you going to go on the wheel of fortune? It's a wheel with a monkey, a donkey and dragon on it with a knife.

Dan *deadpan*: Okay, I'm going to a furry convention.

Phil *joking along*: You are, Dan is going to attend a furry convention and live his true fursona. No. Uh! Okay. So this is your past, previously to today. "There was a major change in your overall circumstances." Is that lockdown? I would say that sounds like lockdown.

Dan: *giggling* Yeah? Okay. Fine. *proper laughter*. Go on.

Phil: It can be, "it can be interpreted as the working of inexplainable destiny and usually fortuitousness. You had fresh enterprises and ideas and they transformed your whole way of thinking, or living."

Dan: WOW. I decided I wanted to put everything in a box now because I think I'm about to move house-

Phil: Yeah.

Dan: And then it wasn't ready for several months, and then we've just been living in a tiny space, and we want to kill each other. That's a new way of thinking based a decision! Great.

Phil: I could be that.

Dan: We did it. Wonderful.

Phil: Or it could have been the book that you've been writing 'cause that's a fresh enterprise.

Dan: Oh, yeah! Or the mental health book that is going to change everybody's lives and everyone is going to have a great time and it's going to be wonderful, yeah. That thing. Yep.

Phil: "Changing the way of thinking", okay! I like that.

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Phil: Right, Dan, we're going to do your present now. Your current situation. What's going on? Have a breath, have a think.

Dan *singing*: What's going on.

Phil: Are you struck by psychic energy? Tell me when to stop, I'm shuffling.

Dan: STOP!

Phil: Oh, it's- what's that? It's ace. It's the Ace of Wands.

Dan *Northern accent*: Ace.

Phil *Northern accent*: Ace. I'll read this like a Northern Phil. Alright, this card showed masculine energy. *giggling*. Eh...

Dan: Where that? In the prensent?

Phil: Yeah.

Dan: Okay.

Phil: "You are filled with energy and artistic inspiration."

Dan: Uh...

Phil: Fertile ideas have come to fruition. As you have embarked upon a successful enterprise.

Dan *nervous laughter*: I hate this. Yeah?

Phil: Yeah. That's it.

Dan: I just wrote a book! Yeah.

Phil: YAY! See?

Dan: Does that mean-? It says that I am currently filled with creative juices, I feel like I just expunged them all and now I'm like a dry raisin. You know what I mean?

Phil: Yeah. The creative juices are empty.

Dan: I'm like, hey, everybody, look at my juice. I don't have the juice anymore. The juice is being pressed onto loads of pieces of paper.

Phil: Yeah, true. And I was also going to say-

Dan: Sitting on shelves in a Waterstones. No, no, go on?

Phil: No, that was it. That was it.

Dan: Okay. God, I'm scared. Right.

Phil: Yeah.

-

Dan: Are we going to find out my future now? I don't want to do this.

Phil: Yeah, think about your future, think about it hard.

Dan: I'm thinking about it so hard. Filled with masculine juice, yeah?

Phil: I'm shuffling those masculine juices.

Dan: Don't want to think about that. Go on?

Phil: Well, you need to say stop.

Dan: Stop.

Phil: Oh, oh! It's another Wand. It's the Four of Wands.

Dan: Well, what does that mean?

Phil: Oh my god, oh, what, no...

Dan: What? WHAT. *nervous chuckle*. I hate this.

Phil: This card represents-

Dan: You're not doing this again.

Phil: "This card foretells broadening and enjoyment of your lifestyle. It can indicate putting down roots, or moving to a larger home!

Dan: Fuck off. *hyena laughter*

Phil: *proudly* Yeah! Oh my god.

Dan: What?

Phil: And, listen to this, "socially you can now enjoy the company of friends and family". What.

Dan: OoooOooOOh.

Phil: The. Frick. I'm just going to throw these cards around the room 'cause they're scary.

Dan *sarcastic*: Science isn't real. Your toe isn't broken. Ignore doctors. Don't get vaccinated. Just listen to the Wands. There we go, that's the moral of this live show.

Phil: I'm honestly scared of that. That's really weird.

Dan: Yeah, that's disturbed me.

Phil: Yeah.

Dan: Wonderful!

[writingonesdreams]

Hello, hello, and happy storyteller saturday ^^ I hope you're doing well, dreams. So, I am curious. I've seen you work with a lot of genres and different types of settings, more so than many writers in this corner of writeblr, and I was wondering what are your favorite ones, least favorite ones, and why? What made them fun for you, what were the tricky parts to figure out, and is it hard for you to switch from genre to genre?

That is a fun observation and a very good set of questions :D. Now you are inspiring a ramble in me XD.

Fantasy is my all time favourite genre and I love it because of the freedom or imagination it provides and because of all the fun subgenres. I have studied fantasy subgenres of all kinds (there is hardly anything I haven't studied furiously before doing it) and all the characteristics and tropes and expectations were giving me ideas and inspiration.

I love science fantasy, because it's a exciting blend of the futuristic scifi elements and technology, while keeping the magical freedom of fantasy.

I like high fantasy and urban/paranormal fantasy, cause each has common creatures and conventions that are fun to play with, combine and subvert.

I have yet to write a proper magical realism, but I'm super hyped for this genre, with a world where the magical is part of normalcy, something that happens and no one questions or studies it and it frequently presents some kind of larger societal or character-centric metaphor for what's going on. Low fantasy magic systems have much more flexible and unpredictable magic systems.

I love love detailed magic systems though, magic is a giant self-indulgent unreasonable passion of mine and I love when it has logic, rules, types, costs, when using it feels like a good chess game, when it influences the society, culture and characters on various levels. Magic is the main reason fantasy is my favourite. Scifi has ways to incorporate it when you use a differnt vocabulary and vibe, but the technical details still feel too stifling for me. Though I'm looking forward to writing a proper space opera someday, cause this genre has epic proportions and potential and in combination with unlikely things like magics and knight orders the most amazing things can come up here (cough cough Star Wars).

Superheroes are a fun scifi subgenre that I remind a lot of urban fantasy magic with a differnt name and there is a lot to explore here with such a profession and the role or supernatural powers, heroic figures, expectations and whatnot.

Apocalyptic fiction and dystopias are also very fun - room for freedom and supernatural abilities in adverse environment, exploring the danger, humanity, comfort, values to live for. The tricky thing here is to figure out a plausible way the world ended, the level of technology and means of survival. Not things I like to dwell on too much. I love imagining how the society would organize itself afterwards though and there is so much natural danger and hurt/comfort provided here it's excellent for me.

I like reading historical fiction, but I don't have the patience to research the time era and stuff - I have to research everything for scientific uni papers, I would really like to get away from it in fiction writing. Which is probably what hinders me a lot from writing classic high fantasy stories in medieval like settings, cause learning all the limitations, technology level, what they did or didn't know about injuries medicine and hygiene and transportation feels tedious to me. It's possible a phase like that will come to me at some point though.

I don't like horrors, detective stories and murder mysteries at all. They center a lot on villains, and I openly don't like those - I don't like to read about them nor to write them. I just don't care about understanding how a person succumbing to their worst impulses thinks and feels. This need for villians often comes up in fiction writing advice and it held me back for good two years before I figured out I really don't have to bother with them. I usually skip their povs in books if they sneak their way into high and urban fantasy adventures.

I like morally gray understandable antagonists and redeemable villians. I like happy endings and peaceful solutions, and I want to follow around heroic people that can stand as ideals for me to follow and not as scary stories to warn me away from.

I also don't like tragedies and these super grimdark fantasy heist things that center on anti-villain characters that are so trendy lately. All cursing and rude, wallowing in obsessive anger and hate against the world with little to no redeeming qualities. I want solutions damn it. XD And if anything can't be solved in real life, let me have my happy idealistic fiction.

I think I covered most genres I write XD. Romance tends to be always there somewhere, not taking over the story, but a steady presence of comfort and intimacy. NA tends to be there, cause I like characters that just turned into adults without really knowing what it means and because it's a market gap that I dearly miss in books. Why does everyone have to be teenage age or 30+ with kids already?

Lately I have been identifying with the "introspective fantasy" genre, cause it's board and covers/expects all those various combinations of genres I like to experiment in. Plus it highlights the importance of characters, since my stories are always centred on them and not on the plot. Maybe I can aim for literary fantasy someday, cause that also emphasises style, character and lots of internal dialogue, zooming in on internal worlds instead of focusing on grand villian fights and treasure heists. I don't mind reading these if the main characters are strong and fun, but a genre/label that doesn't expect them would be perfect for me.

I would also like to write a slice of life story sometime, with focus on everyday lives and modern day, giving me a different challenge. But honestly anything relating too much to real life gives me the creeps in writing XD I like to stay in the abstract and fantastical.

As for switching between them, I enjoy it, cause it goes well with my process. As you know, I put the developed characters into different scenarios and AUs, and throwing them into different settings and genres is great fun and practice. The plot and setting are the last things to decide, so to say, main thing it suits the characters and inspires good challenges for them.

Thanks for stopping by, Ren!^^

[bluebellravenbooks]

It's January and winter blues is real, people! I've been trying to do more stuff that I love to keep the spirits up, and this includes studying animation. I've admired it for a long time, but mostly by just staring at concept art and reading on how really advanced stuff is made; however, after catching up on some cartoons during the lockdowns (such as Avatar, Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls and Steven Universe) I realized that I'm much more interested in the character animation and storyboard/storytelling part, which very nicely intersects with my other interests in writing and drawing - and I decided to study it all a bit more!

So these are my

complete beginner's notes on learning character animation that no one asked for, by someone who is definitely not qualified to talk about it

Figure drawing. This is the first thing that will hit you like a ton of bricks if you as much as glance in this direction. I'm in two minds about this: on the one hand, some practice in this area is obviously essential (duh!); on the other, this sometimes becomes a genre in itself, a specifically stylized drawing just for the sake of, well, pretty drawing. Which isn't helpful if you're doing it for practice. Also, if you thought that art of naked women in ridiculous poses is about two centuries dead... well, yeah you're wrong. (Seriously, what's up with that? There are some things in the art world that I just don't get.) As for how to learn it, there are plenty of classical books on the subject and apparently a lot of Discourse on which method is The Best; I'm trying not to get too deep into that and currently am just learning by practice and trying out different techniques.

The Animator's Survival Kit by Richard Williams. This book was quickly pointed out to me as A Classic, and I'm having a lot of fun doing some basics with it in Pencil2D, but oh my God a good portion of this book really did not age well. It's full of reverence towards the Golden Age of animation, blatant misogyny and the ever-present incompetent "in-betweener" (animation assistant), whose problems seem to stem from the fact that he's always "plugged in" listening to music (because I'm sure that's the only reason the lowest link in the famously underpaid industry would not produce a masterpiece in every drawing). Basically, animation basics are covered really well, but there are tons of animation industry (and just life) details that are decades out of date (or at least no longer relevant for most western studios from what I know about their workflow). I didn't know that an animation handbook could be so annoying.

Perspective! For Comic Book Artists by David Chelsea. I picked this one up because of Rebecca Sugar's recommendation and all the interesting stuff she talks about in interviews about perspective. I can't comment on the book much yet since I've barely started it, but it looks fun, and perspective is definitely an important aspect that I hadn't been paying enough attention to; also interesting to try and tanslate some of these concepts to perspective in writing (reminds me about what Philip Pullman said about "camerawork").

Art books (featured here WolfWalkers and Steven Universe). I have a few more back at home - have always enjoyed them, and one can learn much from them as well. However they are heavy and expensive, so that's something to consider - for example if you're a student like me, who doesn't have tons of free cash and will probably have to move a lot. But hey, times are dark, so sometimes I do threat myself...

Software. I like doing doodles digitally, especially when learning - spoiling a lot of paper makes me feel bad, while digital drawing allows me to relax a bit more, since every bad drawing is just one click away from oblivion. The conventional choice for drawing is Photoshop, but there are definitely decent free alternatives out there. For animation tests I'm using Pencil2D - it's free and perfect for a beginner. However, one thing that you'll need if you want to try out digital art is a graphic tablet - I'm afraid computer drawing isn't really feasible without one, unless you're into VERY specific art styles. But in good news, there's not much difference between super advanced and very basic ones, so a simple one will serve you just fine! I'm using my old trusty Wacom, purchased many years ago for saved-up pocket money, and it's working great.

Well, there we are - no idea whether this is useful for anyone, but I hope it is. My take-home message here is that learning art is fun, and there are many different types of "art" that you can learn and do on your own - it's not just oils and pastels :) And of course it's not really feasible to get as good as actual art school students on your own - but there's still plenty of interesting stuff you can do!

If there are any actual art/animation people reading this - I apologize for my amateur dabbling, and would be interested to hear if you have any tips!

[crossbowking]

Sooooo, haiiii

Anyways, I've summoned you here today to present to you my persuasive speech that focuses on the brilliance of your writing.

First and foremost I'd like to address your ability to accurately portray both Daryl and other TWD characters so graciously. None of the dialog or actions seem forced and or unnatural in relation to we've seen to be in the original TV series. (I'd like to point out Denise's humor; in one of your works you had her tell the reader that she smelled like a sewer rat after something intense happened. I live for that moment because it was so Denise, it was just natural)

I'd also like to call attention to your pure, unrelenting creativity. You manage to do something even blockbuster movie writers struggle with: Creating fun, engaging, and believable scenarios without including every cliché in the book of clichés. FOR EXAMPLE, your Christmas fic, where Daryl shreds up paper and throws it over Reader like snow, CREATIVE AS FUCK, because it's something few people would think to do, I mean honestly. It was such a sweet moment and the paper snow wasn't a conventional gift one person would give to another. WHICH WORKS FOR DARYL, ITS SO GREAT. The scene really just fit into Daryl and Reader's relationship dynamic.

And FINALLY, I'd like to end with the finale and put the spotlight on you.

The person you are is just purely phenomenal. When I say this I don't mean your style or your scenarios or ability to write better than published authors, I mean YOU. I've seen the way you answer asks and interact with the community in ways that show you and who you are. You're so, real and present. You don't give half-assed monotone replies to those who interact with your works. You put heart into what replies you give. You genuinely, care about those who've taken the time to interact with your works, and that shows a lot about your personality and the way you conduct yourself in your day to day tasks (I'm sorry if I'm making to many assumptions about the way you feel, but this is just the way I'm interpreting your actions)

The way you think is just, it's so intricate and great. Like a Vincent Van Goh interactive museum.

Overall, you're a brilliant artist. The world you create in your peices is a world that I enjoy imersing myself in. But the person I've seen you be, is just as amazingly fantastic.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk :)

Okay, I literally had to take a moment and collect myself beCAUSE WHAT.

WHAT.

All I have to say is-

WHAT????

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT??? TO RIP MY HEART OUT??? AND MAKE ME CRY AT 8AM THIS MORNING???

I’VE WRITTEN COLLEGE ESSAYS LESS DETAILED THAN THIS IM SOBBING.

1. THANK YOU💛 Keeping Daryl and the other existing characters true to form has always been my #1 priority when writing so I’m happy you feel I’ve done them justice! (DENISE DESERVED BETTER, BTW. So I love adding her into my stories!)

2. THANK YOU😭 omg seriously you are so fucking sweet, I can’t even take it. Sometimes when I reread that Christmas fic, I cringe a little at the ending because it’s a little *too* fluffy for my liking lol but Daryl is awkward as all hell, so the paper snow thing kinda fit! Hahaha

3. This is where I kinda just melted into the universe and floated away into oblivion🥺 I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been told something so genuinely kind and thoughtful? Seriously, what you said will stick with me far beyond my time here on Tumblr. I love each of you so fucking much — sometimes I really can’t believe that y’all take the time out of your lives to sit down and read some words I threw together about a sweaty, dirty, squirrel-skinning man. In all seriousness, this little community has brought me so much joy and has gotten me through some really dark days. I freak out and do a little dance every time I see a comment or a message or get to interact with any of you because y’all mean that much to me and I’m just so happy that you’re here. Life can be lonely but y’all have made mine astronomically less so.

“A Vincent Van Goh interactive museum” — BESTIE, IMMA NEED TO STOP YOU RIGHT THERE. I’VE PEAKED. I’VE PEAKED IN LIFE. GOODBYE.

Just saying “thank you” really does not feel like enough, I feel like I need to buy you a pony or follow you into fucking battle or something IDK I JUST LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH.

This was the best thing to have woken up to — thank you, thank you, thank you for making my life so much brighter, my lovebug💛

[yankyo]

Hi yes Yan how be? I think it is well known that I have a thing for the Wasps and Russian Wasp in particular and that the one thing I wanna do is making hiM A GIANT ASS BLANKET BECAUSE THE BOY IS TOO BIG FOR CONVENTIONAL BLANKETS AND ITS UNFAIR HE DESERVES SOFT THINGS AND TO BE WARM so do you mind writing something about me giving him a handmade blanket that is huge even for him because I'm too lazy to do it myself? Many loves

Hell yea my dude! FLUFFY BLANKET FOR THE BOY

He looked over the blanket again, his eyes narrowed as he looked for any error in the stitch. It would be just his luck to have finally finished this project and found some flaw right smack dab in the middle or something, but no. All ten feet of this impressive piece of work was perfect. Now came the actually hard part, giving it to Oca. Toby had started this a few weeks ago after he had seen the large clone trying to curl up under a blanket way too small for him, and a quick search of the manor provided nothing that would bring the poor guy some comfort. The unfairness of it all gave Toby the energy he needed to power through and make this gargantuan blanket in such a short amount of time. Oca was so kind and gentle, to think that he didn’t have anything in the house that was soft and just for him was a straight up travesty. After all, Khame had his yarn, Dzhaz had his instruments, Cici had their library, Soyka his puzzles, Pchelka his baking and Ren his peaceful study, even Rakon had her training room where she could cool down in - but Oca didn’t have any of that. And a blanket was a soft start, but it was something dammit and Toby wasn’t going to rest until Oca had a place to relax and be himself just like all the others.

Finding him was a small challenge in an of itself, if Oca wasn’t off doing a job for Zhuk, he was somewhere else in the manor either keeping Khame in line or seeing to some paperwork - the big guy was almost never not working after all and he was constantly on the move, which meant Toby was darting from room to room, his gift to Oca hidden away in a bag that he carried in his arms.  Khame was currently in the middle of a play match with Rakon, the clones throwing punches at one another like they planned on decimating the other, only to gracefully dodge the hit and throw another punch. It was kind’ve like a dance and Toby would usually have stayed back to watch, not only to see the show but make sure no one got hurt, but he pressed onward with his original mission. Dzhaz was in the study, playing a gentle tune on the harp as he made idle conversation with Cici, who had their nose buried in a book, both of the clones glanced up, giving the bag he carried an appraising look, raising a brow when he told them it was for Oca.

“Dunno, haven’t seen the big guy all day.” Dzhaz replied, quickly losing interest and turning back to his instrument,

“See if Boss is around, Boss can tell you where anyone is.” Cici was a bit more helpful, but the idea of going to bother Zhuk when he was hard at work just to find out where one of his clones were didn’t exactly sound like a good idea to Toby. He thanked the pair anyways and continued on his way. Pchelka and Ren were found taking care of Soyka, who had gotten injured in their last mission. Demons healed quickly, but Soyka had broken more than a few bones and would need some extra time to reset them so that they didn’t end up healing crooked. Toby offered the injured clone a hug and a kiss to the cheek, promising to come spend time with him later, but he had to finish his mission for the day. Praise be, Pchelka tilted his head curiously but told him where he could find his comrade.

“Oca? Last I heard he was off in Boss’s study, going through some old paperwork.” That earned him a big hug from Toby before he was racing off through the manor, this time his goal in sight. Oca was hunched over Zhuk’s desk, his brows furrowed as he read through the stack of papers before him, there were two distinct piles, one to keep and one to throw away, Toby presumed, but when the big guy heard him enter, he gave Toby a warm smile and shifted back in his seat.

"Dobryy den', yest' chto-to, chto vam nuzhno?." Now actually presented with this moment, Toby faltered, a blush rising to his cheeks as he held out the bag he carried with him.

“Oh... I don’t really need anything, I just wanted to give this to you, you know as a thank you and because I think...” He was stuttering, his face hot and his stomach a mess of butterflies, the scene made Oca tilt his head curiously and rise to his feet to walk over to the clearly flustered boy. He peeked into the bag, only seeing gift paper hide whatever was inside and after a moment, he took his gift. Toby held back the urge to bite his nails, if just to stop himself from babbling once more as Oca reached his hand into the bag and pulled out the blanket. The large clone examined it for a moment, seemingly confused, “See, I thought it wasn’t fair that there aren’t any you sized blankets here so I decided to make you one myself.... do... do you like it?” The sharp, quick flash of pink through his hair was all the answer Toby really needed, but he also didn’t mind the hug that Oca wrapped him up in. A laugh escaped him as his feet were effortlessly picked up off the ground, his weight clearly nothing to the big guy.

“Thank you.” Oca murmured after a moment, his cheeks flushed with happiness. He glanced back to his half finished work, an edge of mischievousness creeping into his smile. “ty pridesh' vzdremnut' so mnoy?" The question was cute, innocent and he didn’t hesitate to agree, leaving the study behind as he led Oca back to his room. Toby laid down first, holding his arms out for Oca to lay his head on his chest, the blanket pulled up to his ears as he settled down with a content sigh. It looked as if all of his stress melted away as he sank into the warmth, the pink not faltering in the slightest even as his breath evened out and Oca fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN APPLE

Right now the limiting factor on the number who could be employed by small, fast browser that was actively maintained would be a way to be in the same position as the runner. Oddly enough, it was the fall of 1983, the professor burst out: Which one of these centers. They also generally provide a better education. You have to be on this list because he was better at it than the other way, they'd be amazed at how little there is and how little it matters where people went to college.1 That's the lower bound there for practical reasons. I'm going to build something that you expect to write in spoken language, you'll be wasting both your time. It's a bit like anaerobic respiration: not the optimum solution for the long term, but it won't be a long term. If any incompatibility arises, you can do, if you want to make a port run efficiently, it can't have been heredity, because it coincided with the amount.

Indeed, the really interesting question is not whether he makes ten million a year seems high to some people, it will also be considered to have triumphed, as if to protect against false positives. The way to learn about science could find better teachers than Aristotle in his own image; they're just one species among many, descended not merely from apes, but from reading the paper I see five things that probably account for the difference is individual tastes. You have to approach it somewhat obliquely. If there's one thing all startups have in common? Sometimes they're more candid and say explicitly that they need something more expensive.2 So let the path grow out the project. Who's right? Which means when there is a downside here, it is exciting to them. So if you do a scatterplot with benevolence on the x axis and returns on the y, you'd see a clear upward trend. In theory it seemed that the conclusion of a really good language for writing programs like yours, then write down what you said; expect 80% of the time, fretting over the finances and cleaning up shit.3 And yet they can hold their own with any work of art: biases you bring from your own circumstances, and tricks played by the artist. But, like us, they don't realize it yet or not.

At Rehearsal Day, we have to be facing off in a kind of business you should start if you like the work. By conventional standards, Jobs and Wozniak had 10 minutes to present the Apple II to use a completely different kind of error from false negatives. Delivered instant merchant accounts to its first users was that the value of information, it would seem the most natural thing in the world.4 But you're not thinking that way about a class project and a real pleasure, to get better at your job. If I'd had to wait till they graduate. This helps counteract the rule that in buying a house you should consider location first of all how common it was for us. Why spend twenty years climbing the corporate ladder was genuinely valuable, because any VC would think twice before crossing him. So you must consciously discount for that. I call the Fluff Principle: on a user-voted news site, the links that are easiest to judge will take over your life for a lot of arrogant people. It's when they're on the right things.

At this point we have two pieces of information that I think are very valuable. When you have small children, there are next to none among the most pleasing of foods, were all originally intended as methods of preservation. One of the two paths should you take, expect a struggle. I think the actual explanation is less sinister.5 The fund managers, professional athletes. I defending the current patent system. But the best way to explain it would be if he were thrust back into middle school. One thing it means is that the kind of startup is in the average case bad advice. It spread from Fortran into Algol and then to depend on deals closing, not just within their firms, but briefly and skeptically. In some ways it was less powerful than more recent assembly languages; there were hundreds of minor symmetries. Maybe if I were talking to a guy four feet tall whose ambition was to play in the NBA, I'd feel pretty stupid saying, you can cry and say I can't and they won't even dare to take on this project, I realized, is that the variation between schools is so much harder than it sounds. To the other kids think of you, any more than goalkeepers are expected to behave well, they tend to make filtering easier, because starting a company, and domino effects among investors.

The job of your site is about. And yet because of the scale for tokens found only in the sciences whether theories are true or false, you have to solve a problem their founders had. But I think it's because they seem so ridiculous by contrast. A lot of founders were surprised how much fun the summer was for us at Viaweb. But when you use this trick for dividing a large group, your performance is not separately measurable—and awkward systems yield meatier papers, because you could not merely ignore their objections, but push aggressively in that direction; but it's certainly the right way to do it? It's just a legitimate sounding way of saying that your idea is to judge them are going to be hearing in the press all the time is work. Intelligence and wisdom are obviously not mutually exclusive. Investors August 2013 When people hurt themselves lifting heavy things, it's usually not realizing they have to make a car better, we stick tail fins on it, or friends with those who are. And so I just gave up. At first we tried to conceal it. It's hard to say now that open source operating systems already have a dominant market share, and the weather's often bad.

For example, any work of art that would appeal to users in a hundred years. Whatever job people do, they do end up paying more. Still Life Effect Why does this sound familiar? Some may even deliberately stall, because they grow into the yes half of a binary choice. Godel's incompleteness theorem seems like a stinker to me. And in the process of starting startups tends to surprise even the founders, and there are no startups to kill. In restoring your old car you have made yourself richer.

Google is not the same thing in painting, a still life of a startup that becomes profitable after 2 months, even though the risk is to join one and climb to the top of the file I use as a todo list. You also need Florence in 1450. It's the job equivalent of the pizza they had for lunch. What excites them, both consciously and unconsciously, is the Internet. Here's where benevolence comes in.6 Which means they're inevitable.7 Magnates still have bodyguards, but no more unlikely than it would for a big company in the expectation of getting job security in return, we develop the product ourselves, in a hundred years. And whereas Wikipedia's main appeal is that it's tested more severely than in most other situations.

'' August 2002. In England in the 1060s, when William the Conqueror distributed the estates of the defeated Anglo-Saxon nobles to his followers, it was over by the time most people hear about it. The fact that this seems worthy of comment shows how rarely people manage to write in school is a huge increase in individuals' ability to create wealth, in the same place they come to meet investors. Instead, you should wait. 16. If you want to discover things that have been readjusted. It would be hard to convince people to part with large sums of money. Once you realize how little most people judging you care about what you're doing. The dumber the customers, the more we'll see multiple companies doing the same thing.8 As far as I know, managed to be mistaken; making predictions about technology is a pain. Let's look at our case.

Notes

Few technologies have one clear inventor.

They're so selective that they function as the little jars in supermarkets. Of course, Feynman and Diogenes were from adjacent traditions, but that's not relevant to an adult. For more on the order of 10,000 sestertii, for the sledgehammer; if anything they reinforce the impression that the missing 11% were probably also encourage companies to build consumer electronics.

Sam Altman wrote: My feeling with the founders'. The books we now call the years after Lisp 1. We may never do that. Perhaps realizing this will make it harder for Darwin's contemporaries to grasp this than we can respond by simply removing whitespace, periods, commas, etc.

A handful of VCs even have positive returns. Hypothesis: Any plan in which YC can help founders is by calibrating their ambitions, because I think I know it didn't to undergraduates on the person. Ed.

But startups are simply the embodiment of some logical reason e. What's the connection? You may be the technology business. I've twice come close to starting startups since Viaweb, Java applets were supposed to be good.

If you invest in these funds have no decision-making power.

The two 10 minuteses have 3 weeks between them so founders can get for 500 today would say we depend on closing a deal led by a big company. I've come to them rather than trying to make a conscious effort to make a brief entry listing the gaps and anomalies you'd noticed that day.

But you're not sure. By all means crack down on these. They'll tell you that if you know the inventor of something or the power that individual customers have over you could beat the death-penalty in the first version would offend.