Durr! True. I killed the one with fewer notes. No idea why that happened… probably something to do with the crap broadband.
- Amber Tamblyn Pens Open Letter to James Woods | Teen Vogue
- Amber Tamblyn Pens Open Letter to James Woods | Teen Vogue
Yayyy! In case you missed it, I previously covered Stephanie St. Clair here.
It’s worth a read if for no other reason than to see her amazing newspaper ads.
I’m super not-okay with that Mike Dawson “Why Did They Come” comic. If you’re a graphic artist in the U.S.? You know damn well what Maus is. Goyische graphic artists do not get to use the mouse-cat analogy for people fleeing their countries due to oppression, especially if those people aren’t Jewish, and certainly not if the text of the panel that does involve Jews absurdly downplays what was actually happening.
Like, you can make the exact same point without appropriating a seminal document of the Shoah’s aftermath.
Oh, it’s even worse than I thought. It says “Apologies to Art Spiegelman and Don Bluth.” Nope. Nope nope nope, you don’t get to rip this off. Make the same point and just change the fucking mice/cat thing – it’s not that hard.
Goyim don’t get to use incredibly important allegories of Jewish oppression at will. This shit needs to stop.
“Apologies, but plagiarism and also a barely veiled appropriation of the Shoah”
This makes me really uncomfortable. I mean… the whole Jews-as-rats imagery used in Maus was explicit reclamation of an intensely antisemitic trope and… It’s just not an okay thing for goyim to imitate.
Plus when I saw the comic one of the panels was instantly recognizable as a pogrom and… it wasn’t okay.
The comic on Dawson’s tumblr has like 44,000 notes, and this post has like a thousand.
Please boost Jewish voices.
The two page Batman story he wrote (and Walt Simonson illustrated) based on the infamous novel that Snoopy wrote in the pages of Peanuts
And the original strips it derives from
Or, “How to fuck up your racist sentiment when trying to translate it into Irish.”
Priceless what happens to it, too.
Meanwhile, at the Lotus end of things…
(chuckle) If only she had! I’d be up for that.
This is interesting. It’s an incredible shame about the Whitechapel Bell Foundry, though.
Apparently Barrowman posted this himself.
I think it's adorable that one of the things Peter was upset with was that poor Matilda didn't find a cooler sword
She is plainly an adorable child and her delight (in the pics) is contagious.
My concern right now is over the concept of some nasty person breaking into their house to try to take the (they think: “possibly valuable”) sword, when it is in fact cheap blade tat. Let’s just hope no one goes there.
on the topic of lying in the Speech, let's say you had to do something like - hide important medicine from Space Fascists. Could you lie in the Speech in that context, or would it just be better to make it so that you never had to lie at all? (i.e. you...
Mmm, well, some data is missing before I lay out the options.
Do the Space Fascists know you’re a wizard? How do they know? Are they using the Speech as a lingua franca (many species do) or is one of them a wizard and capable of understanding the circles you’re shortly about to start running around the nonwizards? (Unpleasant to consider, but not entirely impossible.) Etc.
The nature of the Speech, as a tool used as the descriptor of physical (at the very least) reality in the universe, makes it very difficult, indeed well nigh impossible, to knowingly make a declarative statement in the Speech that is an inaccurate description of reality. So if you are being forced to use the Speech to be understood – and the lingua franca / “language of discourse” situation is probably the most common one that would bring this problem on – unless you don’t mind repeatedly starting sentences you can’t finish, which will in itself be an indicator of what’s going on, your best refuge is creative phrasing.
“Where is the important medicine?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” (Because unless you’re inside their heads you can’t be SURE, can you? And jeez, why would you want to get into the heads of Space Fascists, you’d need all the brain bleach there ever was afterwards.) Or: “Are you sure you want to be asking me that?” (Because you’d love them to be thinking there’s something much more important to be asking.) Or: “I really can’t say for sure.” (Because you shoved it in your otherspace pocket and left the gravity turned off and it’s just floating around in there and you couldn’t even take a good guess at its coordinates right now. Come to think of it, you couldn’t even if the gravity was on, because imposing a coordinate system on the insides of an otherspace pocket is full of imponderables, depending on whether you’re moving and whether you’re in a vehicle and it’s moving and how fast the spacetime around you is moving, because of course it moves too, and and and…) Or, at the more daring end, “What important medicine?” Forcing them to waste time describing it while you think of some other way to get out of this. And of course if they describe it at all inaccurately you get to toy with them some more.
…Or or or. Your job is to not allow yourself to be forced into a situation where you have to respond in some way that’s not true. Being disingenuous is entirely OK in this context. Which is why dealing with a wizard who doesn’t want to give you a straight (ahem) answer routinely triggers other responses from the hapless victims, such as (a) giving up and going away cussing up a blue streak (optimal) or (b) attempting physical violence or other compulsion (which can be challenging as the annoyed wizard might just, if they adjudged the response necessary, blast you to powder. Suboptimal but sometimes unfortunately the kind of response that being a wizard entails, because otherwise people will get the idea that they can push wizards around. And doubtless you as a wizard will be so sorry about it afterwards, but that won’t do the Space Fascists much good after the fact. Except insofar as between lives – assuming they’re a member of a species that handles things this way – they get to spend a while sitting on the Universal Naughty Step and Thinking About What They’ve Done).
Anyway, much more could be said about this, but I’m about ready to crash out fot the night. Hope this helps! :)
House Windsor: Take note. A challenger approaches.
Schoolgirl discovers ‘Excalibur’ sword in lake from Arthur legend
A schoolgirl will have quite a story to tell when she returns to the classroom – after discovering a sword in the same lake King Arthur’s legendary Excalibur was thrown.
Matilda Jones, aged seven, from Doncaster, found the sword when she was paddling in Dozmary Pool, in Cornwall with her dad, Paul.
Paul, aged 51, had told Matilda and her sister Lois, four, about the legend of King Arthur on their journey to the lake.
He said: “It was a blistering hot day and Matilda asked if we could go for a paddle.
“She was only waist deep when she said she could see a sword.
“Strange women lyin’ in ponds…” and other Dennis the Anarcho-cynical (not a typo) Mud-Farmer quotes notwithstanding, I’d like to think the Lady of the Lake would select the new “Rightwise King (Monarch) Born of All England” by providing something better than a mass-produced and discontinued Spanish SLO.
Although on second thoughts, last time a Matilda laid claim to the English throne there was civil war and anarchy. In fact there was THE Anarchy, which made for a good novel by George Shipway (”Knight in Anarchy”, what a surprise) but by all accounts wasn’t a lot of fun otherwise.
(The “rightwise king born of all England” business was on the Sword in the Stone (and anvil, everyone forgets the anvil) which apparently wasn’t Excalibur at all. A war memorial, perhaps, as T. H. White suggested. What the Lady of the Lake was waving about was a different sword entirely, and the really important bit was its scabbard, which granted invulnerability, or undefeatability, or a reliable broadband signal 24/7…)
Maybe the one in Dozmary Pool was lost during some Arthurian re-enactment - or maybe it was deliberately chucked away by someone who’d hoped for something better on their birthday, because when I saw what Matilda found…
…I recognised it as this…
Noble Collection sells movie merchandise nowadays, but back then they sold decorative wall-hangers (SLOs - sword-like objects - is the less kindly term) made by Marto of Toledo among others, with frequently-spiky fantasy blades, ornate cast pot-metal handles and ooh-shiny! gold plating. However their version of “Excalibur" - it’s there on the cover - looked sensible enough to feature in the TV movie “The Librarian”.
Though the catalogue calls the
sword found by Matilda
a “medieval two handed sword” it’s based, more or less, on a Renaissance “Federschwert” sparring blunt (the flare above the guard was balance-compensation for not having a full-width blade.)
Here’s a real one.
Not especially Arthurian, whether Arthur was Clive Owen’s Romano-Sarmatian, Oliver Tobias’s Dark Age Celt or Nigel Terry’s High Middle Ages Anglo-Brit.
Apparently there are now also synthetic Federschwert from various sources.
At least they won’t rust when chucked into ponds. The Lady of the Lake likes low maintenance as much as anyone else…
…A little while before dinnertime this groan of “Oh, GAWD” came from upstairs. Then the sounds of the bookshelves being ransacked, and more mutters of “Why couldn’t it have been something nice in the water for her…”
(sigh) Another day in Sword Central.