Sometimes I wonder if I'm not a #cooldude for actually using the "forbidden" words nigger or faggot*, but every time I've been witness to literally any form of transphobia I revel in the fact that I get so disgusted.
Mom says I need to let things go sometimes, but fuck that in this case, that just ain't cool. Thankfully in the case of my brother it seems it's because he's a dipshit, like I was prior to, say, 2015? It's my fuckin' old-ass man using 'must be in the middle of transitioning' to make fun of some cat with a girly voice that was working the Thunder Mountain Railroad station, after I pointed out their name tag in response to his initial misgendering (that at least I could excuse, it's a sound assumption, I suppose), that sticks out in my mind.
...For what it's worth, *I* thought his voice was very cute as soon as I heard it uwu
*mostly because I'm a man of context, and also because faggot doesn't mean gay and hasn't for five goddamn decades almost, I don't care what anyone says
Okay, so backwards swallowing apparently is not as common as I thought, because literally everyone I've talked about it with gets confused and thinks I'm talking about vomiting, the internet thinks it's either 'tongue thrusting' or 'gleeking,' and those both ain't it. I think someone MAY have said regurgitation like birds do, but probably not-- if they did I'd applaud them though because this last one's the closest, probably. The difference is I can't draw from my stomach, just my esophagus.
In other words, this ability is extremely useful for getting rid of annoying-ass mucous or rescuing a piece of gum that I accidentally start to reflexively swallow, or something like that.
"Backwards swallowing" is exactly what it says on the tin; instead of moving things from the mouth to the esophagus, it moves things from the esophagus to the mouth. Simple, really, but for some reason certain people can't wrap their heads around it??
My brain is weird when I'm tired, man. I get really honest about how horny I am and regret posting anything emotionally revealing, then when I get up the next day it's the opposite. Also my laptop's about to die so I guess it's bedtime boiiiis
I don't know about you, but I'd be much more afraid of Snowmiser than Heatmiser. At least when you do something that pisses off Heatmiser he immediately flares up and shouts at you. Not so with Snowmiser. With him I'd imagine he'd just keep acting all jovial and jokey in response to everything, until suddenly he *doesn't,* and as someone who can only read emotions through body language and verbal responses, the idea of that is terrifying to me. I'd much rather work for Heatmiser. ...especially because his little workers are so cute uwu
Well, actually, they're probably about as tall as my mother, and just look small in comparison, because Mrs. Claus in that movie is *tall,* nigga, and Heatmiser's still about a head and a half taller. Which brings me back to Snowmiser being more imposing than him, because he in and of himself is a head and a half taller than Heatmiser, speaking in terms of their heads and not a regular sized person. The man would be taller than the room I'm sitting in right now (Heatmiser would reach the curtain rod, probably).
Dammit I did it again: I originally typed this at 5:40pm.
I dreamed that the Scooby gang was taking refuge from some gaggle of evil folks, and these farmer-type guys, dressed in all-blue versions of that Chinese outfit that Gohan wore at the beginning of DBZ, told them they could stay with them, because since they were farmers, they could use their go-to crop for anything to help them out. The building they stayed in looked like the run-down shack the WWI Flying Ace sneaks into when behind enemy lines in France, but in the *style* of the buildings of Apotos from Sonic Unleashed. Once everybody was inside, the farmer guys started laying what were essentially scaled-up dry spaghetti noodles on all the shingles, covering every place the enemy could come from, so that they would slip on them like they were logs on a river. After that was done, they used these same noodles as blankets, grabbing a pile and distributing it over themselves like you'd spread out a deck of cards.
Note: this post is from literally 2:30pm and I forgot to finish writing it.
Hmmmm, the Intro and the Ending themes for Best Friends Forever may follow the same leitmotif, I've realized. While playing this one preset along to the Ending theme, I ended up playing some of the notes from the Intro, and they pretty much match up.
Fun fact: when I'm working in Polyphone, when I need to get a sound to play the proper tone, I play (anywhere between the first 2 to) the first 9 beats of the Crescent Moon Village bass line (E, E G, G A, A B A G A E) if I want to get it right, without fail. It's really useful for nailing the location of where the root key should be, because it spans the majority of an entire octave, I know all the keys involved (and it sounds cool hehe).
In other words, instead of searching for C, I search for E, then when I think I've found it, move up 3 notes and play that. If I hear the next note of the progression, then I know I've found the moon, and can calculate how many spaces to move the root key.
I just typed out the word minuscule, and for the life of me I have apparently never seen this word written out enough to know that it is not spelled miniscule.
In other news, I'm helping beta test Polyphone 2.0, because Davy has won my heart with his lovely little handy dandy .sf2 creator.
Also fuck me I STILL want a handy dandy notebook, 16 goddamn years later. IT'S A NOTEBOOK SHAPED LIKE A CHAIR, and I mean, anything Steve said was useful had to be useful-- as any young child knows, the man was a god among men. But as we all know, Elijah must be carried on the chariot of fire to heaven, leaving his protege Elisha to continue his legacy