#cynie

[akarolajna]

[cynibuns]

call now for your appointment ‼️

[gh0oul]

Day 2- Galaxy

My God.....My Universe

[cowboycyns]

he happy n fishin and nothing bad ever happens 2 him 😌🤍

[murderous-bones]

doodles

[absolutelybatty]

Ash wanted to share dim sum with her friends

[toxxtt]

wip

[weirdosweirdart]

I said i would get to the UV pics.

Well, finally got there.

Heres ya go

[inventedworld]

THIS ISN’T REALLY ABOUT ANDY WARHOL…OR THE SUPREME COURT

There’s no accounting for taste.

I know you didn’t ask for my opinion, but I’m going to assert it anyway: Andy Warhol is a total sham. I realize his creative expressions presented something that previously hadn’t really existed, but that hardly constitutes artistic brilliance. Instead, I regard Andy Warhol as a cynical opportunist, a sourpuss oddball who’s artistic sensibilities essentially mirrored his own culinary tastes. Here’s a guy whose favorite foods were essentially bread and jam, and sweets and sweets and sweets.

That’s fine. Some people like football; some people like Lawrence Welk; some people like Andy Warhol. Rather than take this space to analyze his artistic relevance, however, there’s something else the mop-topped arriviste provokes.  My distain for the dude has to do with a perception that he was contemptuous of the whole creative enterprise. The fact that he called his operation “The Factory“ is in itself a perfect expression. He pumped out confections for patrons who couldn’t tell the difference, for people who thought he was somehow hip by presenting Campbell soup cans. 

Do 50 replications of a solarized publicity photograph of Marilyn Monroe — or an ordinary soup can —constitute art? Many culture critics and art historians think it does. I say, “Au contraire!” The original Marilyn image appearing in his…I suppose the word is “artwork”… isn’t even his own photograph! Certainly it’s fair to employ “fair use” and appropriate other creative works into one’s own—think of movies using familiar songs in their soundtracks to evoke precise feelings—but in this case, the image itself is the work, and the work isn’t really his. What rubs me wrong is the inherent cynicism underpinning the creative enterprise. I don’t mind angry art, I don’t mind sad art, I don’t mind disturbed art, or erotic art, or challenging pieces that ask me to pause and think. I don’t even mind “bad” art that I might choose to ignore. What bothers me are so-called artistic assertions that knowingly, consciously, conspicuously waste my time by pretending to be something more vital than they really are.

It’s worth noting here that The United States Supreme Court is about to offer an opinion relating to this subject basically any minute. A ruling is due in the case Warhol v. Goldsmith in the late spring of 2023. (SUPCO docket number 21-869.) In an ironic twist, the case itself describes the essential bones of what irks me about Warhol and those who emulate and celebrate him. At issue is whether the Warhol Foundation had a right to use a modified image of Prince captured by photographer Lynn Goldsmith beyond what she asserts was the term of an original license agreement. In many ways, the case provokes questions about what constitutes fair use of an image that’s already passed into public consciousness. Does an already published photo of a celebrity musician mean it’s fair game for anyone to adapt? Does that adaptation make it art? Does the original creator have a permanent influence on the original creation? No matter how this case resolves, it will have enormous influence on the creative firmament. 

I don’t care about Andy Warhol, actually. This isn’t really about him or his soup cans or the pablum he pumped for the proletariat. It’s the proletariat penchant for sardonic irrelevance that has me exorcised. 

Paraphrasing a classic, life moves quickly. When you wake up and you’re suddenly not as young as you used to be, you come to realize you’re on a train without any brakes. And guess what? The bridge is out, and we’re all heading straight for the ravine. What are you gonna do now? 

That’s why I have limited patience for cynicism or triviality. Humor? Sure. I love to laugh, and good humor offers vital cultural circuit breakers. Whimsey and lightness? Show me something clever —not the same thing as humor, by the way— and I’m usually a happy man. But cynicism leaves me cold. Endless irony, the contemporary voice of the meme generation, eschews substance in favor of dismissive reductionism. Irony alone as a common theme erodes substance by investing energy and effort into the very act of trivializing something else. It neither spins new thread, nor weaves new tapestries from existing bolts. 

To me that’s just like Warhol replicating photos of soup cans and calling it art.

@michaelstarobin

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[kuipernebula]

the opportunity to actually play exalted is coming upon me and i realize i actually don't know who i want to play

well i know i wanna play a sidereal (my beloveds...) and given we gota soulsteel alchemical and probably a necromancer, i wanna play a purplesid to continue the Goth Theme

outside that i have no clue. i have too many ideas, no idea how to translate most of them into essence...

[evergreen-dryad]

#i love that Cyno was giving a little thumbs up when he was making the joke with Wanderer - he was already congratulating himself before the#joke was even said LOL he had the thumbs up as early as when he said “your cards...”#wanderer just keeps taking psychic dmg from sumeru's natives First nahida now cyno#also Paimon sneaks in a final joke that is absolutely lost in translation#it's translated as “Finally free from the terrible jokes” when she in fact says “our bodies are finally warmer” ref to Cyno's cold jokes#and asking candace if “having all those cold jokes hidden in his stomach won't cause a stomach ache” (the cringe atk part)

The puns Cyno said during "Give Her Sweetness" when you return to Caravan Ribat tried really hard to keep to the original and I was kinda interested in seeing how the localization team handled it. I also just like puns, and these puns are honestly p good, so I wanted to give folks who were curious a breakdown below:

The Padisarah "proof in the pudding" joke tries to match with the original CN pun and it was ok ngl. The words cold pudding 「冷布丁」 :: [lěng bùdīng] is a perfect homophone for the phrase to be surprised/suddenly 「冷不丁」 :: [lěng bùdīng]. Knowing this, he says: 「怎麽樣？冷布丁吃到一塊兒冷不丁的感覺」 or roughly “How is it? Do you feel surprised to eat cold pudding?” where the text in bold sounds identical in chinese and Paimon accidentally re-uses the pun with 「...幹嘛冷不丁講一個冷笑話？」 "why did you surprise(/cold pudding) me with a cold joke"

The "why Henna Berries can't lie" joke also suffers from being lost in translation, but the red⟷read pun was a good save. The pun comes from the homophones for the classifier for leaves/petals 「片」 :: [piàn] and lie 「騙」 :: [piàn] and how cheat 「欺」 :: [qī] sounds like seven 「七」 :: [qī]. This is a bit to take in, but with this information, he says: 「應爲...它的花瓣想來只有五篇，絕不可能存在欺騙」 which comes to "Because... it only has 5 flower petals, it can never have the existence of deception." where the text in bold sounds identical in chinese to 7 petals.

The "bass lake eating their worms" joke was a little bit of a stretch but again, it's trying to keep the original puns. The joke hinges on the the fact that bass are freshwater fish and that the homophones for breaking a promise (lit. eat words) 「食言」 :: [shíyán] and eat salt 「食鹽」 :: [shíyán] sound identical. Phew! Okay, now to what Cyno says: 「是嗎？那你敢對湖裏的鱸魚們發誓嗎？」 which is “Really? So do you swear by the bass in the lake?" 「...湖裏的鱸魚,它們可從���食言」 “...the bass in the lake, never break their promises (/eat salt)”

And the final bonus pun is translates well enough into english, the line about "I hope so, I just handed it to you." There's an idiom where you'd say Leave it to me/us/etc. 「包在我身上」 :: [bāo zài wǒmen shēnshang], but this is literally the package is on us. So it comes out as: Paimon：「行，包在我們身上！」 or "Ok, leave it to us!" (/ the package is on us) 「嗯，這一包赤念果的確在你們身上」 "Mn, these Henna Berries are indeed on you."

I FORGOT THE BONUS BONUS "hat trick" PUN WITH WANDERER. I've talked before about how Hat Guy is related to being called A-Mao in chinese, but Cyno turns that into a pun with his TCG joke as well. The phrase to play cards 「打牌」 :: [dǎpái] is strung together with hat 「帽子」 :: [màozi] in order to create the term to refer to counterfeit items 「冒牌貨」 :: [màopái huò]. Last one now! 「你的牌...會變成冒牌貨!」 aka "Your cards .... will become counterfeit!"

All in all, fun puns and fun facts!

[cynibuns]

holy mother

[gh0oul]

Day 1- Headless

Using this prompt list by @mystical-beasts

[cowboycyns]

golden boy

based on the painting Christ in the Desert

[kunishiros]

stop why you gotta expose me like that.. 😕

@kunishiros