Nano Day Fifteen: This Story Was a Stupid Idea, I Have No Idea What I’m Writing, and Every Word Is Terrible
Chapter 1 Why You Thought You Had This Under Control: The Worst Laid Plans of Delusional Writers
Chapter 2 Who Told You That You Could Write Anyway? The Crushing Reality of Impostor Syndrome
Chapter 3 Fuck Everything: Fighting The Temptation to Delete All of Your Work So Far
Chapter 4 Yes I Know I’m Procrastinating
Chapter 5 He Said, He Said, He Said, He Said: All I’ve Got at the Moment Is Dialogue and It’s Awful
Chapter 6 I Swear to God If Someone Sighs or Rolls Their Eyes One More Time…
Chapter 7 How in the Fuck Do You Describe That Thing When Your Face Makes That One Look, You Know the One
Chapter 8 What Even Are Words?
Chapter 9 I Need to Lie on the Floor for a While
Chapter 10 Would You Look at That? I’m Still Procrastinating
Chapter 11 Maybe It Would Help If I Made a New Writing Playlist: It Won’t but I’m Going to Do It Anyway
Chapter 12 There’s No Chance in Hell I’m Making Today’s Word Count
Chapter 13 Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
Chapter 14 I Finally Managed to Write a Paragraph: It Took All Day, I Hate It, and I’m Going to Bed
The prospect of writing a 50,000-word treatise on how awful writing a NaNo submission *as* a NaNo submission, is almost enough to make me wish I was participating.
It is not often you get the chance to meet a man who holds a place in history like Ben Ferencz. He’s 97 years old, barely 5 feet tall, and he served as prosecutor of what’s been called the biggest murder trial ever. The courtroom was Nuremberg; the crime, genocide; the defendants, a group of German SS officers accused of committing the largest number of Nazi killings outside the concentration camps – more than a million men, women, and children shot down in their own towns and villages in cold blood.
Ferencz is the last Nuremberg prosecutor alive today. But he isn’t content just to be part of 20th century history – he believes he has something important to offer the world right now.
i’m getting emotional about 19th century Norwegian photographers (Marie
Høeg and Bolette Berg who “lived together as a married couple”) i’m writing a ten page paper about…
BUT LOOK AT THEM AND THEIR DOG TUSS
and here is the greatest photo of the 19th century
i’m emotional about dogs and lesbians
Okay, here’s an article & photo gallery on the website Dangerous Minds,it has a gallery of these photos, assumed to be taken between 1896-1905, in which
Marie Høeg and Bolette Berg played with gender roles, apparently for the amusement of themselves and their friends.
Rest in peace Italian composer Luis Bacalov who lived from 30 August 1933 to 15 November 2017 and gave us the scores to films such as Djamgo, The Grand Duel, A Bullet for the General, The Price of Power, and many more.
“India’s Supreme Court has issued a historic ruling confirming the right of the country’s LGBT people to express their sexuality without discrimination.
Judges ruled that sexual orientation is covered under clauses in the Indian Constitution that relate to liberty, despite the Government claiming there was no legal right to privacy.
The ruling paves the way for discriminatory practices against LGBT people to be challenged in the courts.”
how did they learn to translate languages into other languages how did they know which words meant what HOW DID TH
English Person: *Points at an apple* Apple
French Person: Non c’est une fucking pomme
*800 years of war*
Fun fact: There are a lot of rivers in the UK named “avon” because the Romans arrived and asked the Celts what the rivers were called. The Celts answered “avon.”
“Avon” is just the Celtic word for river.
Fan Fact #2: When Spanish conquistadors landed in the Yucatán peninsula, they asked the natives what their land was called and they responded “Yucatán”. In 2015, it was discovered that in those mesoamerican languages, “Yucatán” meant “I don’t understand what you are saying”
W H E E Z E
A German philologist went to research the dialects of Southern Italy at the end of the 19th Century. When he asked the local peasants what a pitchfork was called, they chased him with their pitchforks
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