#personal history

[kirkjerk]

Milestone birthday! Fifty seems like an absurd age to be. Over the past few months, I wrote down a lot of ideas I'd most like to share with people, and then I made each into a panel for a comic book. Eventually the things coalesced into 4 categories: personal history, big philosophical idea, advice I'd offer, and then quotes or lyrics I find really meaningful or useful.

#comic #life lessons #fifty #aging #webcomic #quotes #philsophy #personal history

[punisheddonjuan]

I don't get '00s nostalgia. Those were my formative years and I have absolutely no fondness for the period. It was a wasteland. The music sucked for the most part. The fashion sucked. The subcultures that got big were rotten to the core (I can't be the only one who remembers the websites dedicated to sexually harassing/manipulating teenage girls that were central pillars of the emo/scene subculture). There were some fun video games, but it's also the decade where "gamer culture" became a thing and made me embarrassed to admit that I was into PC games. And everything had the horrible darkness of the War on Terror and the Iraq War hanging over it. It was not a good decade.

#blog #personal history

[artofkhaos404]

TAG GAME

You are allowed one album's worth of preexisting songs (5-17) compiled from artists of any genre... with the goal of explaining your troubles, your history, your joy and your internal struggle to the world.

I'd like to hear your life's album, if I may.

(I'll reblog with my own answer later on, after I've had more time to consider it 🙃)

Anyone I didn't tag also feel free to join in!

@betadeku @oncealoseralwaysaloser @when-you-cant-think-of-anything @safety-pin-punk @foxtale-the-novisolant @tzipor-feather-blog @funnyartthingz

#tag game #music #deep questions #deep stuff #personal history

[letterboxd-loggd]

Foreign Correspondent (1940) Alfred Hitchcock

July 30th 2023

#foreign correspondent #1940 #alfred hitchcock #joel mccrea #laraine day #george sanders #herbert marshall #robert benchley #albert bassermann #eduardo ciannelli #edmund gwenn #harry davenport #imposter #personal history

[princesssarisa]

Sequels or remakes that you didn't know were sequels or remakes

I saw The Rescuers Down Under before I saw the original Rescuers, and I had no idea that it was a sequel. Occasionally I'd see references to The Rescuers in the following years, but I assumed it was just an abbreviation for The Rescuers Down Under. But then I saw a commercial on the Disney Channel for an airing of the original Rescuers, and these were my thoughts: "What? The mice rescue a little girl?! From a female villain?! That's not the movie I saw!"

I first saw the 1994 versions of Angels in the Outfield and Miracle on 34th Street before I knew they were remakes of earlier movies too.

Can anyone else name a sequel or remake that they saw before the original movie without knowing it was a sequel or a remake?

#movies #film #sequels #remakes #personal history #the rescuers down under #the rescuers #angels in the outfield #miracle on 34th street

[avolan-istair]

Opinions on Chicagos first casino? (I ❤️ Poker)

dont trust anybody from Illinois, they're all cheaters

#gambling #the house always wins #personal history #chicago #not even danny Gonzalez

[silelda]

Talked to Mom about digitizing my paternal grandmother's diaries. I may not care for my extended family, but history is worth preserving and can be very personally enlightening.

She told me which of my cousins has them. One of two things will happen:

She happily hands them over so that they're not her responsibility anymore.

I get fed a story about how they were stolen or some friend/family member trashed them (she let them rot or threw them out).

Should be fun.

#personal history #family history

[easternmind]

First presented by oppoko777 at Retrocreators in Akihabara last year, a doujin event centred around the preservation of classic portable console games, GeeBee is a museum tour experience designed to celebrate the 33rd anniversary of the Game Boy.

Now playable in browser version, featuring additional content, it is divided into four main areas where the player is humbly invited to collect bits and pieces of hisforical significant games that were also of particular importance to the creator.

While there is no shortage of homebrew games seeking to recapture the essence of the mythical console, its unmistakable sights and sounds, GeeBee captivated me by way of its simplicity and sentimentalism. And because it allows itself some rather amusing deviations from its original theme - namely by including the most cunning references and commentary on unrelated and unexpected games - it offers unique insight into the mind of an avid Japanese game player. Instantly recognizing many of its thousand references was a rare delight.

#geebee #game boy #anniversary #homebrew #browser game #gaming history #personal history #labour of love

[urbanadventureleague]

Twenty-three years in Portland

Self-Portrait, 25 March 2024. Minolta Freedom Zoom 125/Aqua 400 Time does fly. On this day 23 years ago, April 4, 2001, I landed in Portland. I had only been here once before, in June of 2000. This was an era before the Rose City was a known quantity to anyone outside of the Northwest, so all I knew about it was that there were a lot of zine kids/cartoonists here (including a few friends), the…

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#life update #my journey #personal history #Portland #what to do with the rest of my life

[theinmara]

Ashwin the maybe not so Artless

Oh. Oh, wow. Oh.

Maybe I am the Linguist.

Maybe it's because I'm just strongly coconscious with a couple of my headmates, but it doesn't feel like I am. But I woke up today fronting strongly and I've got all these memories I'm reminiscing over as if they are mine.

Memories of writing our languages, Fenekere, Mäofrräo, and Inmararräo.

Memories of skulking r/conlangs with @fenmere while at work.

Memories of writing posts about our languages.

Memories of interjecting into @your-tutor-abacus' book with nerdery about our languages for it.

Shit. I even remember our first attempts at making a conlang in middle school, and studying up on Irish Gaelic, German, Korean, and Spanish around high school and college.

Just as strong and present and feeling like mine as my recent memories of writing my own book and living its events in our head.

So, I'm writing here in our system's blog instead of my own, because my own is dedicated to the kayfabe we created for my book.

In that blog, I write as if I'm living in a much, much smaller system with Sarah, Goreth, and @ohthatphage (who are real people, btw!) having traveled an uncounted number of parsecs across the universe through the Tunnel Apparatus, in a different part of Portland than we actually live. (If you go looking for the house we describe, you're not going to find it.)

I don't want to break that kayfabe there (@ashwin-the-artless). But, here? That's what this blog is for.

Honestly, it makes sense that I'd be the one to come forward and take the name Ashwin. The whole point of my book, The End of the Tunnel, is to tell the story of how our translation team got here to Earth to publish the Sunspot Chronicles for you.

But this explains why I've got such a strong handled on English idioms and my own colloquial U.S. English dialect and voice. I've actually been speaking this language for nearly 40 years, maybe longer.

In my book, I handwave it off as sharing the linguistic centers of Sarah and Goreth's brain, of course. Because that's actually a plausible and very common thing among systems.

In our actual system, the Inmara, that's how it works. Maybe with some active help from other headmates, even. All of the girls, who live in the right hemisphere of our brain, think in wordless thoughts, and get help from us dragons for translating them into English words.

Sarah and Goreth's fictional system was made to work the same way, but with 4 million fewer headmates.

Anyway. Hi!

Nice to meet you!

How are you?

~ Ashwin Pember, maybe not really the student of Metabang, maybe actually very much older than Metabang

#Ashwin the artless #plural gang #the End of the Tunnel #Sunspot Chronicles #personal history #headmate introduction

[punisheddonjuan]

I don't know how many of you have experience with shooting a rifle equipped with some sort of magnified optic, but I do. It takes quite a bit of finesse and skill to hit a target a ways off with a scoped rifle. It's a very deliberative process, you need to be aware of a lot of things down to your own breathing and perform a lot of internal calculations. There's never any doubt as to what it is you're shooting at. What I'm saying is that there is no way that IDF snipers are "accidentally" shooting children under the age of ten in the head. Those fuckers went out there in the morning and thought to themselves "today I'm going to murder a child". Depraved. Soulless. Evil.

#personal history #palestine #firearms

[azaadrelle-ag]

Well as I said on my prior post. Yesterday I cried from midnight to 2 AM and made some discoveries about myself. I always have been very independent and my family, friends and relatives have always praised me for that.

I always thought that was a great thing, especially because I didn't want their help with anything, but sometimes it hurts me the fact that, because I'm so independent no one usually helps me and I don't want to ask either.

And when someone tries to help me I feel uncomfortable and patronised, but yet I still want to be helped. Never understood why I was this paradoxal existence of human being, who can just make their mind about something (And I'm the kind of person who knows exactly what I want).

While I was crying yesterday I made a not so surprisingly discovery about myself, I'm hyper independent which means I can't just get someone to help without feeling small or uncomfy and lots of others feelings I don't recognize or understand yet.

What really impacted me, was that while I was having my mental breakdown, I realized that it all started when I was six years old. I don't remember much but I remember I was trying to do something by myself at school and I was very afraid but thought I needed to do that alone I don't remember what it was but I remember that two adults come running to me the teacher pulled me and putted me into her arms asking why I was doing that and the doorman of the school did it himself whatever I was trying to do.

They told me I could have died by doing the thing alone, I didn't believe them but since they were the adults I was thankful for getting some help. They then asked to me why I was doing this alone. I said that if no one was going to help me I decided to do it myself. They made me promise that if I needed help I asked them.

I then every time I felt like I needed help I'd ask them and I felt like I could rely only on them because everyone else would put me in second place. WAIT up Az your classmate needs help, WAIT Az your sister needs help, WAIT Az your cousin needs help WAIT Az your friend needs help. So I started believing I should do it all by myself because I'd always be a "WAIT" someone needs it more than you. You don't need it. And you know sometimes I couldn't just wait.

But then my teacher said to me the famous "WAIT" and I understood I really were supposed to do it all alone, my needs weren't as important as the other people around me. So I stopped asking for help and started doing stuff all alone again. But the doorman would still keep an eye on me and help me even though I never asked his help.

Then when I was eight I changed to another school, there was no person aware of my problem so it just made stronger time by time. Because "she's a very independent girl", "so mature to her age" etc.

It has been 16 years since then and I realised I'm tired, I'm healthy but thankfully, but I cannot sit and wait to get it unhealthy, I can't wait until I have panic attacks. So even though it's hard and even though it's self-shaming to me. Imma get medical help I think it's time...

#hyper independence #life #personal history #personal story #memories #mental health #kotoro lives alone #trauma #childhood trauma #trauma response #azaadrelle-ag

[the-entity-down-the-street]

My girl is already a demon, might as well Hazbin Hotelify her

FYI she uses she/her pronouns but in kind of a drag queen way

{Text:

Dread - Proud Sinner

23

Bi

Femboy

Prefers Hell: "Heaven has no true compassion for imperfect folks."

Died: 2020 via slit wrist

Human Life:

Freshly graduated Uni

Smut writer

Good person, in Hell for taking own life }

NOTE: Some important Lore on Dread is that she's the version of me that committed suicide, I'm not just adding that bit in for edginess, it's literally a part of my history. And since most religions send people to Hell for that, I thought I'd use the opportunity to comment on what I, a suicide survivor, think of it.

#art #my art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #character sheet #hazbin fanart #hazbin sinner #i already had a demon sona so #tw suicude #tw self harm scar #tw discussion of suicide #tw suicide mention #personal history #her story is mine #so i can do what i want with it

[highglossfinish]

I actually did know a mech in med school whose name translated very roughly to “Spark Blowout” and another whose name translated even more roughly to “Patient Killer.”

#Personal history

[paulinedorchester]

London, 50 years ago today: another trip to the theater, another brush with the Troubles

On Boxing Day 1973, my parents and I went to see a revue, Carry On London, at the Victoria Palace Theatre.

You read that correctly: at just 12 years of age, I was taken to see a Carry On show. I was exposed to a lot as a child. The following autumn we saw the national tour of A Little Night Music, which is pretty racy stuff when you get right down to it. A couple of years later it was Design for Living, which is arguably racier.

I don't think that it did me any harm. A great deal went over my head. Here, for example, is a speech from Design for Living: "I love you. You love me. You love Otto. I love Otto. Otto loves you. Otto loves me. There now! Start to unravel from there." That left me utterly mystified at the time: everyone loves everyone else, so what's the problem? Not until I was most of the way through college and had had certain unfortunate real-world experiences did it dawn on me that sex was somehow involved in this.

The main thing that I remember from Carry On London was the topless dancers. They actually weren't completely topless, as they wore gold lamé coverings over the tips of their breasts. I had begun to get a sense of what a human female breast was supposed expected to look like, and I knew that these weren't it: they were conical rather than hemispherical, and they drooped.

At any rate: it was a fairly brief show, and there were two performances each night. We went to the early one and then tried to hail a cab. There were none to be had. Someone advised us that we'd do better at the end of the second show.

There was some discussion about going into the neighboring pub, the Stage Door. My parents weren't too sure about that: was it legal for me to be in a pub? Besides which, people smoked in pubs — forget it! There were still no cabs, so after half an hour or so we set out on foot.

I'm not sure where we were staying: during the first part of our visit we were in a borrowed apartment in Marylebone High Street, the home of a family friend (Nina Froud, if that name means anything to anyone); when she returned and needed her space back, we moved to a hotel in Montague Street. (I remember it as a wonderful place; then known as the the White Hall, it's still a going concern.) Either way, the walk took about an hour.

On arrival, we learned that during the late performance of Carry On London a bomb had gone off in the Stage Door pub! (My memory is that we knew this as soon as we walked in the door, which suggests to me that we were at the hotel.) It was one of two bombs that went off in London that night, as The Times reported on the following day:

Unsurprisingly, Fleet Street covered this story extensively, although there wasn't complete agreement about the details: whether anyone was injured, whether there was any advance warning, and — some things never change, apparently — whether or not to use the word "terrorism" in describing these incidents. Proceeding roughly from right to left, here's a sample:

From the Daily Telegraph:

The Daily Mail:

The Guardian:

The Daily Mirror (Image ©The British Library Board. All Rights Reserved):

Even the Financial Times carried the news:

More than two dozen American newspapers (and the Jerusalem Post) picked up the story, via United Press International. Here's the fullest version I found, in the Houston (Texas) Chronicle:

"I was a war baby, you know." My father was much taken with that remark. It became a catchphrase of his for years afterwards.

#london #the troubles #personal history #happy boxing day! #long post

[notruevampire]

Then

I would walk miles just to have a moment of time with you You were the love in my eyes I was the girl you despised They said you told me lies you couldn't hear my heart beat inside

You once consumed me you could have owned me but you couldn't see me and you left me lonely

It was me that was blind but I can't put it all behind You taught me not to trust but I knew love from lust Now my heart is cold where you used to live in there

You once consumed me You could have owned me but you couldn't see me and time forgot you and me

I wanted to die for you I wanted to lose myself But you would see through me and leave me in hell

You once consumed me You could have owned me I was so lost, but You lost me

#spilled ink #poem #poetry #personal history #this is an old one