adhd friendships: a summary

adhdphobic:

-“Sorry I didn’t answer I spaced out”

-*randomly switching topics mid conversation*

-“I know this is unrelated, but”

-”I’m feeling horrible” *five minutes later* “uh nevermind that”

– “When did we start talking?” “I don’t remember”

– *both infodump to each other*

– more typos than any human being is able to handle

– when you get really excited and you stay up until 7 am taking about random shit

– accidental derailing the conversation over and over

-”have i already told you this i can’t remember” “don’t worry i can’t either”

youcantseebutimmakingaface:

anditookthepathlesstraveled:

onceuponamirror:

memesandshipsgalore:

beckyhop:

dixon-arrows:

moldychesee:

narwhal-noir:

pajarosdelamancha:

jamesandlilys:

digitalfare:

orriculum:

svynakee:

thirdtimecharmed:

altonzm:

french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you

italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house

american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked

chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void. 

English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay that’s it enjoy

Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isn’t quite right. I don’t know what to tell you.

Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie

Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts

Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.

Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three

Polish recipes: you have to toUCH THE DOUGH, FEEL THE PIEROGI IN YOUR HEART, TOUCH IT. LICK IT. SMELL IT.

Every time I see this post, I learn more about how different countries’ cuisines AND neuroses.

Indian recipes: there are 500 cuisines and that means 500 versions of this dish that has 500 spices so gl 

ashki jewish recipes: no, no. no. more onion. 

Hawi’ian recipes: nothing is ever writen down. if you didn’t start learning to make it when you were 8 you never will. WHAY DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T JUST PICK SOME OUTSIDE? eh, just go pick it from your neighbor’s yard.

Also Hawaiian recipes: Cousin Boy shot the feral boar that fucked up his taro patch, the luau is Tuesday. Go pick opihi.

thefallingdream:

So here it is. Remember how I said I have a lot of feelings about archaeology and handbags? Well, this is the particular handbag I was having a lot of feelings about at the time. This is a reimagining of a Viking age frame bag, generally referred to as a Hedeby bag (although the frames have been found elsewhere the Viking world).

This one is fancy af, it’s wool, linen, and silk, in period-expensive colours and weights, fully lined, even though I actually believe that these bags would’ve been more utilitarian, unlined and made of plain undyed linen, but that’s not an argument I’m especially well positioned to make right now and anyway I wanted a pretty Viking handbag for Moesgaard. Also this belt loop arrangement (you can sort of see in the second pic, the cord runs through loops along the side) is a concession to stitch-fascists, because I need evidence for eyelets, but I reckon it was eyelets, based on my experiments eyelets work the best. This bag is already going to be a cat among the pigeons though, it upends decades of accepted knowledge, so as it is I expect pushback from a certain type of douchebag (the ones who run on equal portions woefully outdated info and shit they made up, and try to enforce it). Hence I stuck with what I can support the most strongly, and begrudgingly conceded the rest for the time being.

I’m not going to dump all my evidence and results here, I’m working on a proper report that I’ll be releasing soon, but basically this is a bag that both fits the material evidence and IS USEFUL. It actually WORKS as a BAG. You can CARRY stuff in it. All kinds of stuff. This is not true of the conventionally accepted interpretation of the material evidence.

I don’t want to be an ass and like, pull an example from google image
search and shame some other reenactor who was only going along with what they’d been told, so if you want to compare this to
a conventional Viking age frame bag reconstruction, just google hedeby bag
and you’ll get the idea. And look I’m not blaming reenactors for the uselessness of the conventional interpretation,
this

is entirely academia’s doing.

Handbags are a very gendered item in our time, but they weren’t so in
the Viking period, because Vikings didn’t have pockets. In our time, a certain percentage of adults have no
concept of what
makes a handbag functional, simply because they have never habitually used one. It
was such a person who originally interpreted the Hedeby bag frames, and
IN MY NOT AT ALL HUMBLE OPINION, IN MY ACTUALLY VERY ARROGANT OPINION, they got it ass backwards. The simple fact is that women know a lot of shit that men just don’t even know that they don’t know and when women’s voices aren’t heard and respected in research and academia, as was very much more the case when the Hedeby frames were initially recovered and interpreted, the results suffer. This feminist rage part isn’t going
in the report of course,

the evidence will speak for itself or it won’t. But it does. I mean you can see how much it does. BECAUSE I KNOW HOW HANDBAGS WORK. BECAUSE, LIKE A VIKING, NONE OF MY CLOTHES HAVE FUCKING POCKETS.

Anyway those are some of my feelings about archaeology and handbags. And this is my fancy Viking handbag. It’s pretty damn good.

animatedamerican:

ruffboijuliaburnsides:

animatedamerican:

jenroses:

animatedamerican:

Playback
to the tune of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”
filk lyrics by Andrew Ross

Mary Shelley, HG Wells, people meeting at hotels 
Rudyard Kipling, people singing ditties at the bar
Gilbert, Sullivan, rounds of Young Man Mulligan
Poul and Karen Anderson, songs in Key of R

Martha Keller, Tolkein, songs of worlds as yet unseen
TH White’s Arthurians, Frederick Pohl’s Futurians
Tom Lehrer, Mondegreens, Slan Shacks, fanzines
Music circles, Reprints, Jacobs has a misprint!

We shouted “MacIntyre!”
It’s our cry of battle for the Old Dun Cattle
We shouted “MacIntyre!”
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Amazing Stories Annuals, Pelz’s Filksong Manuals
Dr. Demento tunes, Callahan’s Crosstime Saloons
Hope Eyrie, Leslie Fish, bounced potatoes off the dish
Robert Aspirin, Gwen Zak, Dawson’s Christian, Captain Jack

Off Centaur, Teri Lee, making love in zero-G
Filthy Pierre, Longcor, black market Tullamore
Juanita Coulson, Red Lions, badges marked with Dandelions
Dorsai have a Fan Club! Jello in the bathtub!

Don’t set the cat on fire
It will only fight it if you try to light it
Don’t set the cat on fire
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Peter Beagle, Consonance, chili cursed with sentience 
HOPSFA, NESFA, ConChord, and the Pegasus Award
PFNEN, Ose, Amway, Talk Like a Pirate Day
Dandelion Digitals, Julia Ecklar and the gulls

Bob Laurent, Asimov, Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff
Rocky Horror Muppet Shows, Frank Hayes feeling indisposed
Bill Sutton DIY, Marischiello goodbye
Challenger! Final tour! What else must we all endure?

We saw the sky on fire
While the world was staring, we were Jordin Karing
We saw the sky on fire
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Kathy Mar, Next Gen, Tullamore is back again
Steve Macdonald, Elfquest, Interfilk funds a guest
Tom Smith, 307 Ale, Lee Gold, Heather Dale
Phoenyx, Keepers of the Flame, Filkontario’s Hall of Fame

Echo’s Children, Bab-5, need a fool to feed the drive
Hamlet done by John Woo, Marilisa Valtazanou 
GaFilk, Urban Tapestry, lives rich in fantasy
Airwalls down at Orycon! Firebells at Baycon!

We didn’t start a fire
We were all but deafened, and began Kanefin’
We didn’t start a fire
And we haven’t parted since the circle started

Blake Hodgetts, Proteins, Vixy, Tony, Thirteen
Stone Dragons, Moxie, Zander, Heather into Alexander
Bill and Gretchen, dead mouse, alligators in the house
ConFlikt, Judi Filksign, Tragedy at East Hill Mine

Mary Crowell, Faerieworlds, brony boys and Wicked Girls
Britain’s Talis Kimberly, Seanan’s Kellis-Amberlee
Doubleclicks! Browncoats! Cats! FuMP! Toy Boat!
Release the Cello! Sasquon! Thor! Pass another Tullamore!

We didn’t start the choir
It’s been so cathartic for the longest bardic
We didn’t start the choir
But when our turns have gone, it will still go on and on until the dawn… 

If you want to start to comprehend filk, this might not be the easiest place to start just listening. Once you’ve been in filk for 10 or 20 years, this is one of the funniest songs you’ll hear. 

If you wanted a list of things to google? This would be a phenomenal treasure hunt. 

Some of the things won’t be findable on Google, but if you can find an older filk enthusiast, they’ll tell you all about it. (The Airwalls at Orycon was one of those legendary disasters that ended up sparking the best filk circle I’ve ever been at.)

One of these years, I’m gonna make a fully annotated/hyperlinked version of this post.  (It’ll take some doing; I’m old enough to count as an “older filk enthusiast” but a bunch of the references here are before my time.)

I wonder if genius lyrics would let you put it up on their site, that’d make it easy for all filkers to help annotate…

OH HEY I COULD DO THAT

I’d want to get Andrew Ross’s permission first, but then? ahahahahahaha