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The whole Weakness Of The Flesh Immortality Of The Machine conversation is fun... I really appreciate the point that in the modern real world technology is controlled by an ever-rotating pile of tech companies whose business model is predicated on obsoleting everything older than like 4 years. If you, the person reading this, managed to upload your consciousness to a file, it would struggle to interact and be read in, like, 10 years max. And if you rely on medical aids that are connected to computers and the internet, you are already facing that problem.

All that said, I cannot stress enough that obsolescence is not an issue for the in-universe source of the whole "from the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh" quote

narnia has actually way too many completely devastating concepts in it that are not explored At All

Last pantheon I made up for a game, I just said "screw it" and made said Gremlin one of the Creator Gods. "This is [Space], who gives things a place to happen, [Time], who permits things to change, and this is [Chaos] who makes sure it isn't boring." Dozens of lesser divinities of course, but the Three are a statuesque angel with clock for a halo, a star-filled void with a nebula for a heart, and a giggling rodent who treats the world as her personal AO3.

I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”

Trees, man. Just big fuckin' trees. Love 'em.

The General Sherman Trail - Probably my favorite spot in Sequoia National Park.

Prints - Framer.art

Laziness Does Not Exist

Psychological research is clear: when people procrastinate, there's usually a good reason

good read for teachers.

thinking about creatures.

so i’m curious,

Something I've seen a couple of times recently: "Credit to the original artist," or words to that effect.

I've bitched elsewhere to get the feelings out (tl;dr FUCK OFFFFF WHAT A NOTHING PHRASE), but here you're getting the positively-worded PSA:

Crediting art is a practical act to let people know whose work they're enjoying. It needs to at least include their name, and if at all possible it's polite to put a link to somewhere their work can be found so people can explore further. This isn't just a spell we invoke for politeness' sake: it's part of a healthy artistic ecosystem, and without actually connecting to the original artist it's not achieving that purpose.

"Credit to the original artist" invokes the form but has none of the function. It's wearing credit's skin but I don't care about the skin; I need the meat.

One of the things I like about Trails is how mundanely it treats some forms of magic, and how magically it treats swordsmanship. It's known that trains work though gravity manipulation gemstones that just slide the train at great speeds. Fine, normal magical-tehcnology stuff. Combat mages throw fireballs, sure, and almost anyone can learn to toss out lightning or healing spells. Streetlights run on mana, it's all presented as normal technological development, the domain of universities and corporate R&D divisions. But swords? Swords are magic. Swords are real magic. The sort you train your entire life mastering one small school of. You look at Laura there and think "that sword is far too large to be useful", and you're right! Unless you're trained in the Arseid school. If you're a Arseid student, yes, you can throw around a 7' long great sword like it's a regular old claymore. You learn strikes that cause a localised earthquake. You can just spontaneously manifest glowing wings and attain a combat-focus that lets you cut a tank in half. And the Arseid school is brutally simple and mundane next to the nonsense that comes out of Nord spear dancers, who spin tornadoes up with a pointy stick, or the catastrophic, time-dilating, nonsense the Eight Leaves masters get up to.