Jason R. Wallace

tiefighters:

C3PO Descending A Staircase  - by John Mattos

via: theuniblog

Catwoman-themed chair cushions custom-made by a dear friend. Huzzah!

Another rattle-off. A-words and -phrases this time.

I’ve started to use these as a kind of psychological gauntlet: “If you are not nimble-minded enough to fill this pad-page with unique, non-repeating words beginning with [INSERT LETTER HERE],” says the masochist, “you don’t deserve to eat dinner.” And so I do not eat until I run the gauntlet.

Hopefully, these casual challenges will keep my vocabulary vast, inimitable and deeply disturbing to observers…much like a Lovecraftian horrorscape, I suppose.

As you can see, I fed tonight.

SuperEgo: M asks Bond, “How British am I?”

Prolefeed - Accent Challenge by Jason Ryan Wallace

ACCENT CHALLENGE. 

• Your name and username. 
• Where you’re from. 
• Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY. 
• What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house? What is a bubbly carbonated drink called? 
• What’s the bug, that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?
• What do you say to address a group of people?
• What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
• Be a wizard or a vampire?
• How old are you?
• Is it cold where you are?
• What is your favorite color?
• What color are your eyes?
• Do you have freckles? 
• When is your birthday?
• What was the last thing you drank?
• Would you rather: Have a million dollars or a million friends? Eat a taco or a quesadilla? Be a shark or an elephant? 
• Do you speak a second language? Say something in it.
• What do you call gym shoes? 
• What do you call your grandparents? 
• What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket? 
• What is the thing you change the TV channel with? 
• Choose a book and read a passage from it. Do you think you have an accent? 
• Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life? End audio post by saying any THREE words you want.

POETRY FRAGMENT 1

You do not turn to say,

and so there come ghostly aftertrails of “excuse me, miss” and “might you be…?” and “won’t you stay and talk with me?”

and all the possibility fades away fast,

evaporating into the “if only” ether,

coming apart as your back grows cold and covered with lichen in the long shadow of your should’ves.

You shudder,

and you clutch the shawl of your inner life, wrapping it ‘round tightly,

and you try to keep warm enough for two.

Another rattling-off exercise, this time with S-words and -phrases and just before dinner.

I admit I cheated a bit with “(de) Saussure,” but I will vehemently defend my inclusion of “scrumtrulescent.”

Recently Finished and Recommended

What I’d like to watch instead of the Super Bowl this Sunday.

thelittlesea:

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen. - Aaron Freeman

thedailywhat:

PSA of the Day: Contact your District Leader today and tell them to Save Community. Why? Because Donald Glover wants you to. And if that’s not a good enough reason, well, then no reason could ever be good enough.

[warmingglow.]

raptoravatar:

ex-genius replied to your post: “…put your little hand in mine/ there aint no hill or mountain we can’t climb.”

I love the little bit that looks like a tooth that hops out.

I feel as if this is what my female alter-ego would look like (realistically).