And I don’t think they’re getting to it in History of Magic. “If you think Voldemort’s evil…this fuckin’ guy.” - Kumail Nanjiani (x)
This has always bothered me. Considering no one gets taught math, imagine how much accountants must get paid?
Also, magical food-creating spells + preservation of mass. Do you need to attune your wand to your fridge so it can pull ingredients for that magical sauce?
Thinking too hard about the Harry Potter world makes my head hurt.
I’m sure anyone knows those questionnaire thingies where there is a statement and you have to fill in how much it applies to you with a number between one and five.
Am I the only one who finds those really difficult? Especially the ones about mental health.
They’re usually not measurable things. For example: “I feel unnecessarily anxious”. How much stress is necessary, or unnecessary for that matter? How anxious do other people get? What situations are acceptable to be anxious in?
Even if I stress out a lot compared to other people, at some point it will become normal to me, and it will start to feel like a baseline amount of stress, but if I fill in that I’m not very anxious, the question has become unusable because compared to the norm I do, I just don’t know what that norm is, and it’s not like I can stick a stress-ometer into my arm to measure my level of anxiety in an objective and definite way.
Even if I decide I’m pretty stressed out, what do I fill in? A three? Is a three average? The sheet says three means ‘regularly’. Do I ‘regularly’ feel stressed out, or is it ‘often’, or even ‘constantly’?
Yes, yes. I know that these questionnaires attempt to measure how much stuff affects the questionee, so it’s all completely subjective ANYWAY. I guess what I’m trying to say is:
"Questionnaires stress me out."
1 2 3 4 5
(Or maybe 4?)
I pretty much had the best dream.
Basically, I was a dragon. I learned to fly, got chased out of town by a mob waving torches and pitchforks, gathered up my fellow dragons and dragon-friendly human pets and set up dragontopia in an uninhabited archipelago.
It’s weird when you wake up and you remember how it feels to fly.
I watched How to Train Your Dragon 2 and I forgot how cute Toothless was so I drew Toothless and that’s the END of the STORY!
Toothless is a kitten!
Love those movies so much. I watched the second one with my boy the other day. I hope I did not bother him too much with my excited whispers.
"He’s making thermals!"
Blueprint of medieval cathedral
This is cool. The top image shows a drawing on parchment from the 1260s. It is one of the earliest existing architectural drawings and depicts the façade, or front, of Strasbourg Cathedral in France. The “blueprint” almost stands a meter tall. What’s so special about this medieval artifact is that it still exists: single sheets rarely survive from the Middle Ages (with the exception of charters). Equally special is that we can compare the drawing to the real thing (lower pic): it is not hard to recognizes the big round window in both drawing and real building - note also the door underneath it and the pointy window to the right. How great that we are given a peek on the medieval architect’s drawing board. Ironically, he did not live to see his creation built, because the cathedral was finished in the 14th century.
You are looking at someone who managed to knock over a chair while they were sitting on it, landing themselves butt-first on the floor and arms-first on the metal chair legs.
My arms will be blue in the morning, I will wear the bruises as a badge of my elegance.
You want me to explain? I was trying to scoot on my trousers and… scooted away the chair instead. I know, it stunned me too. I just sat there for a moment, stunned. Filled with the realisation I had done this in a room full of people. There was total silence. I am beyond clumsy.
So in my admittedly limited understanding of the world, one applies deodorant not necessarily for oneself, but so that other people aren’t incovenienced by the way one smells.
So when I could not smell a thing until this person sprayed a week’s worth of the garbage in the middle of a crowded train, half a carriage away from where I was sitting, whereupon it was the only thing I could smell (and taste) they’re doing it wrong.
And I know I dislike strong scents more than the average person but come on. I could taste it.
I really wish I didn’t have such crap memory. I keep forgetting stuff constantly, and frankly it makes me feel pretty stupid.
Yet I can remember the mostly useless and obscure stuff. Like exact book quotes.