Slightly unrelated to the original post but I saw an ai "artist" on Instagram who had the nerve to charge a commission for their "art". Charging money. Real money. For typing some words into an ai program. They had "ai artist" in their bio. And they were charging real money for their commissions. I wish I got screenshots but instead I chose to click "not interested" and move on with my life.
ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.
It wasn't until high school that I began seeing the world as a story to be written. It was a survival tactic, I think, for covid. That and a general habit created by my near-constant writing.
To that extent, it wasn't until post-lockdown that I realized how fucking cool fog is. And since it's foggy today, I'm going to talk about it.
I think that fog is only cool as a visual medium. Book descriptions don't do it justice. "A bank of fog rolls in" "tendrils of fog reach through the trees" yeah but what does that LOOK like?
It looks like a digital artist was drawing clouds behind a mountain and misplaced a layer. It looks like a cloud bisecting the landscape. The tops of the trees look like an island rising out of a flat calm, gray sea while the bottom half of it, the bushes and the houses and the roads, looks like an unfinished painting. If two people were to stand down the road and hold a flashlight, it would be a damn good impression of a car.
And I think a lot of authors forget to describe how fucking damp everything is. There's always this impending sense of rain. Nothing is dry except maybe your clothes, and odds are they're not gonna stay dry for long. Your socks and shoes are toast the moment you stray from a paved road. Hope you like wet socks.
Fog doesn't work like the poison mist in the hunger games. You don't walk into a wall of fog unless some outside force has confined the fog to a specific area. It's a gradual claustrophobia, a slow loss of sight.
It's also usually still when the fog is thick. Otherwise, the wind would blow it away, right? But unless a monsoon is following the fog, there's not quite that eerie "calm before the storm" stillness. It has a different vibe to it.
But you can't say all that without interrupting the flow of the story, so people tend to stick to the simpler descriptions.
Not gonna lie at first glance I thought this was really strange Griddlehark art. But honestly? There are some parallels to be drawn between destiel and griddlehark starting with the whole "one has magic powers and the other is a dumb jockish type" and "neither one thinks that the other cares about them"
Me liking 38426274950 posts about the locked tomb at midnight because I can't stop thinking about those fucking weirdo loser characters
you will ALWAYS catch me being pathetic on tumblr.com
WHO the fuck was going to tell me that the stadium of the KANSAS CITY CHIEFS is in fucking MISSOURI???
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
"Death first to vultures and scavengers" is such a hard line I wish that there were scenarios where I could use it in my day to day life without eventually having to explain that the quote was said by a scrawny teenaged(?) nun in response to what is essentially a dick measuring contest run by a bunch of idiots who have no business being unsupervised for that long anyways.
just as a general reminder
learn how to fact-check for yourself, cause soon enough, most online sources won't be reliable
This blog doesn't have a theme. Posts will be as coherent as my thoughts and as consistent as my memory. Sorry in advance.
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