LMAO. I hate it when you have to go find/talk to everyone because then I end up talking to the last person you’re supposed to talk to first so I don’t get to see what everyone else was going to say D: We pronounce Grand Chokemamaha the same~
AAAHH ME TOO. Me too~ uvu I always talk to the guys before the girls, though, haha, because I feel like the last person you’re supposed to talk to is usually the heroine. BUT. I get really paranoid about it!
A Softer World remix: Original
Сhun, my little swimmer-rat
omgh look at this lil nugget.
oh sweet baby
YAY HAPPY GINNY <3 uwu omg i need to watch that anime
OMG A WILD RIA HAS APPEARED!!! <3 <3 <3 Hi bb!! ;v;/
Yes! You definitely should! It’s super cute and funny and touching, and the art style is really wonderful~ I bet you’d like it!
I’M GLAD YOU ARE HAPPY AND EXCITED ABOUT THINGS
NAAAAAAT~~ HI I MISS YOU <3
I wanted to tell you! I was gonna text you but then it was really long!!
I was playing ToA, and you know~ When you first get to Grand Cochmaahhahshs that place, and the group splits up so you have to go find Natalia and Jade?
I SPENT. 20 MINUTES. LOOKING FOR JADE.
Finally went and looked in a walkthrough, turns out I HAD WALKED PAST HIM FOUR TIMES. I thought he was a lady npc!! cries
idk why i wanted to tell you that ovo i just thought, THIS IS A NAT STORY
For months, every morning when my daughter was in preschool, I watched her construct an elaborate castle out of blocks, colorful plastic discs, bits of rope, ribbons and feathers, only to have the same little boy gleefully destroy it within seconds of its completion.
No matter how many times he did it, his parents never swooped in BEFORE the morning’s live 3-D reenactment of “Invasion of AstroMonster.” This is what they’d say repeatedly:
“You know! Boys will be boys!”
“He’s just going through a phase!”
“He’s such a boy! He LOVES destroying things!”
“Oh my god! Girls and boys are SO different!”
“He. Just. Can’t. Help himself!”
I tried to teach my daughter how to stop this from happening. She asked him politely not to do it. We talked about some things she might do. She moved where she built. She stood in his way. She built a stronger foundation to the castle, so that, if he did get to it, she wouldn’t have to rebuild the whole thing. In the meantime, I imagine his parents thinking, “What red-blooded boy wouldn’t knock it down?”
She built a beautiful, glittery castle in a public space.
It was so tempting.
He just couldn’t control himself and, being a boy, had violent inclinations.
Her consent didn’t matter. Besides, it’s not like she made a big fuss when he knocked it down. It wasn’t a “legitimate” knocking over if she didn’t throw a tantrum.
His desire — for power, destruction, control, whatever- - was understandable.
Maybe she “shouldn’t have gone to preschool” at all. OR, better if she just kept her building activities to home.
I know it’s a lurid metaphor, but I taught my daughter the preschool block precursor of don’t “get raped” and this child, Boy #1, did not learn the preschool equivalent of “don’t rape.”
Not once did his parents talk to him about invading another person’s space and claiming for his own purposes something that was not his to claim. Respect for her and her work and words was not something he was learning. How much of the boy’s behavior in coming years would be excused in these ways, be calibrated to meet these expectations and enforce the “rules” his parents kept repeating?
There was another boy who, similarly, decided to knock down her castle one day. When he did it his mother took him in hand, explained to him that it was not his to destroy, asked him how he thought my daughter felt after working so hard on her building and walked over with him so he could apologize. That probably wasn’t much fun for him, but he did not do it again.
There was a third child. He was really smart. He asked if he could knock her building down. She, beneficent ruler of all pre-circle-time castle construction, said yes… but only after she was done building it and said it was OK. They worked out a plan together and eventually he started building things with her and they would both knock the thing down with unadulterated joy. You can’t make this stuff up.
Take each of these three boys and consider what he might do when he’s older, say, at college, drunk at a party, mad at an ex-girlfriend who rebuffs him and uses words that she expects will be meaningful and respecte, “No, I don’t want to. Stop. Leave.”
The “overarching attitudinal characteristic” of abusive men is entitlement.
Okay, maybe I’m just getting annoyed because I’ve always pronounced it with a hard G, but before you say I am pronouncing it wrong, let me explain you a thing:
- Language—the English language especially—is constantly evolving. I say the English language specifically, because English is a hodgepodge language that was literally created by smashing different languages together and seeing what resulted. It is the play-doh of languages. As a result of this, new words are constantly being added. Words are being dropped out to fade into archaic obscurity. And, most relevant to this, the way words are pronounced is constantly shifting and changing. I mean, really, if you listen to some of Shakespeare’s sonnets or plays read in the way that English was pronounced back then, it sounds like an entirely different language! Sure, that was a much longer time ago than this little file extension’s existence, but the point is the same. Pronunciations change all the time, especially in this mess of a language we call English.
- To that end, no, the dictionaries are not “wrong.” Just like how words are created anew all the time by slang being born and then popularized to the point where the words are accepted into common language, pronunciations work the same way. People pronounced the file extension with a hard G to the point where this entire stupid debate sprang up. It became common. Popularized. And while you may say that doesn’t matter, the fact is that you could walk up to any hooligan on the street, ask them about “gifs” (with a hard ‘g’), and they will know exactly what you’re talking about, even if they act like an obnoxious snot and correct you. The fact that you can do this means that pronouncing it with a hard G is, as of right now, ‘correct,’ even if that’s not how it was originally intended to be pronounced.
- English has, increasingly, become more and more of a phonetic language. When small children are learning how to read, they’re often taught to “sound it out.” To that end, most words that begin with G—MOST, not ALL—begin with a hard G. Go-Kart, golf, game, garage, garnet, Gary Oak, etc. Yes, there are words like giraffe or George that are exceptions, but when a person is going to sound out a new word that begins with G, odds are they’re going to go for the hard G first. It’s no wonder, then, that people wanted to pronounce Gif with a hard G instead of a soft one. In addition, according to my research, GIF is short for Graphics Interchange Format. GRAPHICS, which also begins with a HARD G. So really, if the creator wanted to have it pronounced like “JIF,” then he should have made the file extension .jif.
So yeah, there we have it. My two cents on the debate. I was going to make a fourth point about how the file format’s creator needs to stop being a whiny little snot, but you know, I’ll leave it at this for now.
SEE YA FUCKIN LATER DUDE
HO LEE SHIT
They had never met before, but decided to hug it out in the middle of an airport terminal.
People Magazine’s review on ‘The Great Gatsby’
i have two sneezes
the fairy princess sneeze
and the death metal sneeze
MY BOOK IS LOCKED IN A CLASSROOMN
I TOLD THIS REALLY NICE KID WHO NEVER CAUSES TROUBLE AND HEREACHED INTO HIS BACKPACK AND PULLED OUT A KEYCHAIN WITH KEYS TO THE CLASSROOM AND UNLOCKED IT FOR ME??
update i asked him why he had those keys and he said “its not important” im so lost
He’ll be vital to your quest later, don’t forget about him.