No-one gets to shit talk Hermann ‘cept Newt


No-one gets to shit talk Hermann ‘cept Newt

"Thinking is good. We encourage that sort of behavior around here."
- Calculus professor.


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A thought on romanticizing childhood, in a separate post because I am not concise:

Saying “I want to be five again” is akin to saying that you want someone else to come and deal with the hard stuff. Because it’s big and hard and scary, and dealing with it constantly is tiring. The idea that someone else could come along and make that all go away for you so that you could just focus on - really, anything else, or just snuggle up to someone who you know loves you and will make you safe, that’s super appealing.

Saying “I don’t want to be five again” is akin to saying that you don’t necessarily trust people to deal with things for you. And that doesn’t mean your trust is broken or you had a terrible childhood; it just means that you sleep easier when you know how things are being handled because you’re the one handling them. For these people, being five again means having all their security taken away and not having any power to change that.

Neither of these makes you a lesser person. You can want both at different times or at the same time. You’re not broken for wanting the world to go away for a little while any more than you are for wanting to make sure that you know what is coming after you.

This is thoughtful and loving.  I’ve been thinking about it since you posted it and while trust is part of it, for me it’s more about knowledge and credibility.  As an adult, I can do a credible risk assessment.  As a child, you know bad things happen but you have no idea whether it’s likely to happen to you or not.  Being punished for something you didn’t know was wrong, getting stung by a bee, getting eaten by a bear, blown away by a tornado, or hit by a meteor all seem equally possible.  

To take weather for an example - you see things about tsunamis and hurricanes and when you ask about them you just get “be quiet” or “don’t worry.”  No one says, “Here’s how hurricanes and tsunamis work and why you don’t have to worry about them in South Dakota.  In South Dakota, we have to worry about blizzards and tornadoes. This is what we will do in a blizzard, here’s our emergency supplies, this is what we do in a tornado.”

You hear a banging in the night, as an adult, you get up and fix it. As a kid, you’ll get in trouble for getting out of bed so you have to wait for a grown-up to fix it and then they tell you. “Everything’s OK go to sleep.”  They don’t tell you “Someone forgot to latch the screen door and the wind caught it, but I latched it now.” So you don’t know if it was a monster or someone breaking in or what.

It gets better once you learn to read and find out things that help you understand what the risks are.  But then, when you notice a risk, adults won’t listen.

As an adult, you learn to know what the rules are and how to deduce them when people don’t tell you.  As a kid, you have no information and you’re going into every situation without any background or briefing. 

With my kids, I tried to let them know what to expect, explain things, listen to them when they brought up issues, but I know I missed things or wasn’t around and the learning curve is so steep.

Apparently some people don’t mind a completely unpredictable world and they are able to have a happy childhood.  I struggle to imagine what that’s like.

I function on explanations and reasons. I always have. When I was very small, I developed a way of asking questions that obliged people to actually answer them, I’d word things carefully so “it’s ok, go to sleep” or “because god made it that way” were not valid answers. I’d expressly ask “what was that banging noise?” so the person trying to get me back in bed had to actually tell me “it’s only the screen door”, and when I asked my dad why the sky was blue, I used one of the longest sentences I knew how to make and was all “so I know that the sky can’t be anything but blue and I know that that’s just how it is and that god made it that way, but what does the sky do that makes it be blue” and then my dad, because he is awesome, took the time to explain refraction to a four-year -old.

I knew things were OK, I knew the adults were dealing with all the problems and that nothing bad could reach me, but that wasn’t enough. Even though I was comfortable and safe and trusted the grown-ups, I needed to know what the problems were and how the adults were dealing with them. Part of that was the comfort of complete knowledge (seriously, complete knowledge on a subject, any subject, is a comfy as fluffy pillows and hot chocolate), but by the time I was about 8 I was actively building contingency plans for if a problem arose and I was the closest thing to a grown-up (I have an army of younger siblings, so that probably influenced something).

And sometimes I worry that any hypothetical future children of mine are going to be burdened with more explanations and reasons than their tiny minds can process all at once, but that’s not too much of a concern.

I’m the same way! And I found with my kids, it’s OK to give them more than you think they need because they tune out what ever they don’t want.
I found that out for sure when I took my 3 year old to an older siblings class. They warned us that it was explicit, but that kids would ignore what they weren’t ready for. It was more explicit than any sex ed I ever had. It showed an actual birth. And she was fine. So mostly before then but definitely after that, I tell my kids everything!

I do reserve the right to say, “Let’s talk about that at home.” But I think it has helped.

Kudos to your dad for answering your questions.  My parents and others truly believed “ignorance is bliss” and would try to hide things which to me, makes it worse, but they thought they were being good parents.

"Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?"

William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part II (via sotd25)

I actually own a greeting card that says this on it. I can’t think of any situation in which it would be appropriate to send it. I dunno, are breakup cards a thing?

(via shredsandpatches)



Kaiju scientist nerds


Kaiju scientist nerds


Still trying to loosen my hands up. They’re feeling tons better! And I think you can tell the difference between my first newt/hermann drawing and these latest ones. 


'where is the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago' an autobiography i'll never write because i keep losing the pen i was using like 3 seconds ago.


HAHA man you know what i love? i love the protracted blushes from ghibli films that’s what i love.


HAHA man you know what i love? i love the protracted blushes from ghibli films that’s what i love.






I wish there was a way to put all of my “shiny pretty music” tag, videos and audio posts and spotify links and all, into one big playlist and just listen uninterupted.

There is and it’s here! You put your tumblr name in at the top and it gives you a playlist of every audio post you’ve ever made or reblogged, although it doesn’t include the videos. Still, it’s pretty close.

Now THAT is handy. AND, it also works with other people’s blogs. Neat.


So, on sort of a whim, I bought the Collector’s Edition of Pacific Rim. It was on sale on Amazon and I haven’t seen it yet. What can I say. 

Anyway, here are pictures: 


You’d think it’s just an ordinary case, but wait…


It’s an actual Jaeger! Or something. I’m not sure. Something about Gipsy Danger. 


And the discs are stored behind! 

image          In a flip case! 

I’m pretty excited to watch this movie just from the packaging. 


If you ever feel sad just remember that Hermann was a kid in the 90’s and he probably had a bop-it because most people did