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greaseonmymouth · 2 years ago

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As you've asked for asks!:

Do you have any quick-and-dirty book/fic binding methods a terrified-of-failure novice could use to bang something out to get over the first collywobbling step of Actually Doing The Thing? (this may be something I've been meaning to ask for ages)

yes! I absolutely do! in my opinion the best quick-and-dirty bookbinding method is a no-glue pamphlet: you don't have to mess with glue or measuring or cutting anything, all you need is your text, some paper, a needle and thread. you can use the same needle to punch holes if you don't have an awl.

this is going to be a little long but that's because I'm going to write out some fairly detailed instructions for an A5 sized pamphlet. If you don't want detailed instructions and think you can glean the necessary info from photos, just skip to the photos! I've also linked tutorials.

for preparing the text to printing, in whatever software you use (word, libreoffice, gdocs, whatever) make sure your document is set to page size A5. make it look readable. then save as/export that document as a straight-paged PDF. now go to the bookbinder JS tool (https://momijizukamori.github.io/bookbinder-js/), and upload the PDF. source manipulation: none printer paper size: A4 display unit (you can ignore, or choose cm if it gives you anxiety that it automatically displays points) printer type: select single-sided or duplex accordingly* rotate paper: ignore flip on long side: check if you are printing duplex and if your duplex printer flips the paper on the long side page layout: tick folio page scaling: original page positioning: centered ignore the rest flyfleaf: ignore signature format tick: standard signatures. in the length drop down, this depends on the type of pamphlet you are doing. for folio i generally find 4-5 pages per signature a comfortable thickness. if you have 6 whole A4 pages you can still do that as a single signature or you can split it into two signatures 3 pages each. wacky small layouts: ignore this signature info click the generate preview button to see what your PDF looks like imposed! I love this step especially when I'm doing quarto (A6) or octavo (A7) sized books generate output - click this to generate an imposed PDF

for A6 and A7 sized books the instructions are much the same, except for these you make sure the page size is A6 or A7 in your software, and then you choose quarto or octavo instead of folio. for signature length drop down I keep signature length to 1 for octavos typically and 2 for quartos, as this still refers to sheets of paper, and for octavo 1 sheet of A4 paper will turn into 4 smaller sheets in one signature once folded and cut.

*if you don't have a duplex printer you will have to manually turn the paper to print on the other side. I cannot be arsed with this so I bought a printer capable of duplex printing (I didn't have a printer anyway). if you already have a printer check what it can do as you might be surprised and go from there.

now to the pamphlets! you don't need a cover - I have one for the long stitch pamphlet but for the saddle stitch one I didn't bother and just made sure the first page had a title on it. you can always take a different piece of paper and print a cover on or or just use coloured cardstock and create a simple cover, but a cover is not necessary unless you're doing a long stitch pamphlet. all you need to do is to punch holes and start sewing. there are a few different stitch types below, I wouldn't say any of them are more difficult or easier than others, but they do look different so...pick one you like the look of and go from there?

pamphlet stitch (uneven number of holes) I haven't ever done a pamphlet stitch but here's a tutorial for how to do it: https://www.starpointestudio.com/simple-pamphlet-stitch-book-step-by-step/

saddle stitch (uneven number of holes) I realised that what I was thinking of as a pamphlet stitch is actually saddle stitch, as in this A7 pamphlet:

here's a tutorial for how to sew saddle stitch: https://www.bookbindingworkshopsg.com/saddle-stitch-bookbinding-tutorial/ here's a video tutorial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWHkY5jOoqM (sealemon has a lot of bookbinding tutorials and I know many people who like her videos, I used her tutorial for coptic binding way back when I first made a book but I can't otherwise vouch for the quality as I haven't used her videos)

french link stitch (even number of holes) in this one I used french link stitch which I typically use for thicker textblocks that i'm not planning to use tapes with as the french link gives it some robustness, I used it here because I had never done it before and wanted to try it out. I am planning to take these stitches out and re-sew this pamphlet with a cover now that I've found a suitable piece of transformer fanart to use as a cover:

french link tutorial. it's quite long but it has a colour coded bit towards the end that shows how the thread is supposed to link which i find very helpful to visualise: https://www.handmadebooksandjournals.com/bindings/french-link-stitch-binding/

here's a video tutoral from DAS bookbinding (he is my go to for techniques and he has the most soothing Australian accent as well, though fair warning not all of his videos are for beginners): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4ZPdbaM-Ws

long stitch (even number of holes) for this one I used long stitch and I had a cover. this one is my favourite variation because I can make these pretty and simple covers and the stitch looks nice on the outside as well, so this one scratches the 'i want to make a book' itch for me.

here's a tutorial that also includes a how to on a cover that is different from my cover: https://lccprintmaking.myblog.arts.ac.uk/files/2020/06/Long-Stitch-Tutorial-A4.pdf DAS also has a video tutorial for long stitch but it's like three videos long, maybe watch it later :'D here's one I haven't watched but seems decent: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnignTL_wDQ

you can use saddle stitch for this kind of pamphlet as well, that's what I did for dozens of ships and hundreds of souls (https://ashmouthbooks.tumblr.com/post/681587080267202560).

I hope this helped!!

#bookbinding #fanbinding

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hillbillyoracle · 2 months ago

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Your Phone isn't Evil

There is way way too much focus on devices when it comes to tech wellness.

I get why. For non-technically trained people, doing anything beyond using a device in the most stock way can be intimidating - and companies pay a lot of money to make you think it's bad to do so.

But consuming more ultimately redirects our efforts away from the people who create and profit off of these issues, encourages wasteful conspicuous consumption, and adds yet another paywall to mental and physical well being.

I really think that a lot of the people buying dumbphones and flip phones in an attempt to use theirs less would be better served by simply making privacy a central tenet of how they manage their phones and stop using streaming in favor of local files which fosters better curation.

If you want to help your community, one of the things we need most now are people willing to watch tutorials and figure out how to do things like install custom OS on phones, jailbreak ereaders, make copies of DVDs and Blurays, setting up home servers, and switching a laptop to a Linux OS. These things aren't that difficult objectively but they are more time consuming than some people in our communities can manage right now.

And while we have some folks who've been carrying the torch for a long time, we need more people reviewing and recommending DRM-free books, music you can actually buy and own from places like Bandcamp, and talking about what FOSS (free and open source software) they love using.

You cannot downgrade your way to better relationship with tech alone. You also don't have to at all if you don't want to. The shifts we need are in user control. We don't get their by just picking up other devices we don't control.

#tech #tech wellness #wellness

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madameisaacpereire · 1 month ago

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girls who cry when they're angry are angels.

❝If you’re going to complain the whole time, I’d rather you excuse yourself.” Henry says, flipping a page. He doesn’t bother to spare you a glance.

“I didn’t say anything.” You lift your head, lean back into your seat and cross your arms.

“Not with your mouth,” His pen floats across the page as though he’s channeling rather than translating, “Satis queritur corpus tuum.”

Your body complains enough. ❞

The precursor to the second time you almost kiss Henry Winter.

Heads up, this is once again a first draft, and though I worked over each Latin passage as much as I possibly could (using translating software as sparingly as possible,) the Latin seen is bound to be awful. I've only been studying Latin consistently for like three weeks, so I apologize. There's a lot of it. Otherwise, have fun!

read on ao3 + guardian angel masterlist

It doesn’t matter who came up with the idea of sticking you in this sweltering cottage sunroom with Henry for 3 hours every afternoon, you’re going to murder them as slowly and painfully as you possibly can. You rest a cheek on your palm, elbow pressed so hard into the wide oak tabletop that you can already feel the dull thud of a pressure wound beginning to form, and resist the urge to slam your textbook shut. Your thighs stick to the chair- hard backed, hand carved, seat worn smooth after decades of use- but you don’t bother changing positions; your thighs will only stick again, in a possibly even more uncomfortable position, and you’d really rather not address the sweat pooling in the curve behind your bent knee.

Your hair is swept back into a high angled ponytail reminiscent of the sort you might have seen on Leave It To Beaver as a little girl. You worry the inside of your top lip until it’s too sore to go on, the slightest whisper of iron trickling over your teeth. It’s disastrously warm and humid to boot, being that it’s August in Maine, and despite that fact Henry refuses to open a window or run a fan within the walls- almost entirely glass, the windows are so expansive,- of this octagonal space.

Henry appears tranquil, a stiff set to his body while he works over a translation as easily as though he is doing nothing more than copying it down. He never seems to struggle with anything, especially not as far as linguistics are concerned, and is entirely unperturbed by the heat. You stare back down at your paper which blinks up at you, unchanged, waiting for you to fill in your answers. The words taunt you in the way they curve, a mimicry of a language you understand without trying, letters placed in an order you don’t recognize. Perhaps you would recognize them, if not for the way your baby hairs have worked their way out of your ponytail and now stick uncomfortably to your neck, or the way your shirt holds fast to your back.

You’re meant to be reviewing all you’ve supposedly learned over the summer. Your fingers ache deep within, each joint feeling like it’s one last press away from rolling out of its place altogether. You shouldn’t grip your pens so tightly, which you know, yet can’t help. You long to be anyplace else. Stretched out on a towel away from prying eyes, skin slick with suntan oil, a tall glass of iced tea beside you as you devour the Iris Murdoch book you managed to check out of the library earlier this week. Just the thought of such bliss is enough to make you sigh.

“If you’re going to complain the whole time, I’d rather you excuse yourself.” Henry says, flipping a page. He doesn’t bother to spare you a glance.

“I didn’t say anything.” You lift your head and lean back into your seat, crossing your arms.

Your elbow throbs the moment you lift it from the table, heat flooding back into the previously lifeless protrusion. It feels as though you’re pressing on it still; an ugly, flat sensation that you absently hope to be meaningless rather than indicative of the bruise you know is blooming.

“Not with your mouth,” His pen floats across the page as though he’s channeling an entity rather than translating, “Satis queritur corpus tuum.”

Your body complains enough. You bite the inside of your cheek and press your fingers into the sides of your arms. His ability to sense such things without even looking exasperates you to no end. The clock beside the door tick-tick-ticks mockingly. You’ve only been here one of the required three hours, and don’t feel much like attempting to argue with your mother when it comes to this sort of thing. You’ve learned, over the last eighteen years, to pick your battles. If your parents want to continue treating you like a child, that’s their business. As long as they continue to finance your life, that is. You sit in this silence another ten minutes before Henry finally looks up, jaw slightly more tense than usual.

“Do you need help with something?” He slips his glasses off and runs his middle finger down each side of his nose, one after the other, pressing against the inner corner of his eyes as if to soothe gathering tension.

Your eyes narrow, fingers pressing harder into your arms, blanching the skin. You resent the idea that you need any sort of help, no matter how useful it may be. Comprehension isn’t the problem here, the heavy heat is. He still doesn’t seem to notice how stifling this space is and if he does, he takes no action to make himself more comfortable. You often wonder if he really notices which things are making him uncomfortable in any given moment. Does he ever recognize his irritation is merely hunger, or a result of being tired- overheated, perhaps? Or does he struggle through it unaware?

“You’re too warm,” You blurt out the moment your eyes settle on the light glisten of sweat along his hairline, “You’d feel better if you didn’t wear such a heavy jacket all the time.”

He tilts his head to the side, considering, and slides his glasses back on.

“What makes you so certain?”

You tilt your own head a second, first to the right, then left, then up towards the peaked ceiling, considering how exactly to explain this to him. You’re right, then. He isn’t quite able to identify the source of his own discomfort. This pleases you, in an almost sick sort of way. Finally, there is one thing you can do better than Henry Winter.

“It’s so warm in here that I can’t even come up with the answer to ‘Ubi est Italia,’ which is quite literally the simplest exercise I’ve done all summer-”

“Italia in Europa est.” He interrupts flatly.

You roll your eyes and lean forward onto the table, placing both elbows down steadily and ignoring the tender pressure that rebuilds within them. The air feels good against your mostly bare arms, and for a fleeting moment your white tee shirt unsticks from your back in the most delicious repreieve.

“That’s hardly the point, Hen,” You reach back and push up those unruly, sweat slicked baby hairs, attempting to stick them back against your head- though you know this won't last, “The point is, if I’m dressed appropriately for the weather and still find it difficult to think through something so simple- there’s no way you aren’t infinitely warmer, and thus more miserable.”

He blinks a few times. He looks as surprised by this analysis as you’ve probably ever seen him be, even as a young child. His fingers twitch once, uncharacteristically restless energy forcing its way out, and then he does the unthinkable. He unbuttons his coat and rises just enough to slip it off, face tightening a moment as his bad leg stretches out after having spent a considerable amount of time sitting. You pretend not to notice. He has a cane but he out and out refuses to use it for no discernible reason, which you find equal parts amusing and idiotic. You instead shift just enough to unstick your legs from the chair, cross your ankles, pick up your pen once more, and brush some invisible dust from your notebook page while he settles back into his seat.

“Better?”

You resist the urge to glance back up at him, feigning boredom when you really just don’t want to acknowledge the fact that you find yourself infuriatingly, inexplicably more drawn to him as time goes on. You’re entering your first year of college in a matter of weeks- a studious looking place in Vermont- and he’s heading back to boarding school. It wouldn’t be wise to acknowledge that taut, magnetic honey that bubbles hotter beneath your skin with each passing day. Not to yourself and most certainly not to him.

“Quite.” He sounds cautious, tone light- for him.

You hum, gripping your pen tight once again. You press into the pages so hard that each word is also an indentation, distinct against your fingers when you brush more imaginary dust from your book. ‘Non in Europa, sed in Africa Nilus est.’ You pause your writing a moment, squint at the words indecisively, unsure if they’re in the right order. You elect to ignore it and move ahead; with the heat being what it is and these summer Latin studies being your mother’s idea rather than your own, you find that you don’t exactly care.

“I told you.”

“If it’s too warm for you to work conscientiously and well, you may find something else to do.” Henry rolls his sleeves up while he speaks, each movement calculated and exact.

You allow yourself to look up, then, and your eyes stick on his hands and forearms a moment longer than you’d like. He catches this, because of course he does, and a flicker of amusement dances through his otherwise lifeless eyes. You press your tongue against the roof of your mouth and force stillness into each and every tendon, head to toe. The balance is shifting, microscopically, and you feel every last inch of authority you’ve spent the summer building be sucked out; absorbed into the ever expanding black hole of Henry’s developing ego.

“I wasn’t aware that I needed your permission to do as I please.” You funnel as much ice into your tone as you can. Which, thanks to the intoxicatingly smug look he wears, isn’t much.

“I suppose you don’t,” He speaks slowly, the measured, academic monotone doing things to your throat and chest that monotone should not, healthily do to a person, “But I’ve granted it anyhow. I’m certain you have one of those abhorrent little novels you’re simply dying to return to.”

Contempt pools around each syllable of that last sentence like the swirling opal of a parking lot oil slick. Your cheeks heat with a potent mix of shame and anger. Shame, not exactly because of his mocking disapproval, but because you first felt warmth in the fact that he pays enough attention to know what sort of books you’ve spent the whole summer trying to hide. Anger because he has no right to judge so heavily. You force your fingers, trembling with adrenaline, to flatten against the table. Your pen digs into your palm. The ignored protest of an unlucky, blameless third party. You flatten your tongue even harder against the roof of your mouth as a familiar pressure builds behind your cheek and upper jaw bones. He hasn’t sparked dry anger within you today, but the infinitely worse sort: searing, all consuming, sopping wet anger.

And he knows. The momentary regretful twitch in the corner of his mouth is overwritten by the cruel enjoyment he displays like a badge of honor. He’s sorry, you think, that the tears are a side effect, but adores being able to draw out such a strong reaction with so few words. The latter overrides any sorrow. He’s the spitting image of his father in this moment, despite the hair and eyes of his mother. You want to point this out, badly. To skewer him with six little words. ‘You are just like your father.’ But there’s a raw, pinching sphere of emotion growing larger and larger as the seconds tick by. That mocking little clock. If you speak, your voice will crack, your tears will undoubtedly spill; you’ll be forced to admit the defeat with which, you both know, you’ve been met. Besides, no matter how merciless Henry can be, you’ve never wanted to genuinely hurt him. You still don’t.

A slapdash jumble of phrases swirl around in your mind, confused and giddy in that detached way that always seems to happen during such emotionally intense situations. If you weren’t stuck in this stare-down, this battle of wills, you might let out a crazed laugh at the stupidity of it all. ‘We become what we hate,’ swirls once and disperses. ‘There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile…’ comes next. And then, most amusingly, an excerpt from this summer’s studies- the character’s name replaced with Henry’s. ‘Puer parvam puellam pulsat?... Henry puer probus non est; Henry est puer improbus!’ which you believe, however roughly it translates, to mean ‘The boy beats the little girl?...Henry is not a good boy; Henry is a naughty boy.’ It’s ridiculous, yet somehow does nothing to soothe the senseless, nauseous, angered tears that still threaten to spill.

This is the first moment you’ve ever felt anything akin to hatred for Henry Winter, in all the years of his life. You didn’t hate him when he threw erratic tantrums from his bed in the weeks following the accident; frosty eyes filled with a terror you still can’t begin to understand, which flared up when anyone came near him. When he began to spend hours hunched over the same textbook you’re working from now, smacking at you when you tried to interrupt him, you hadn’t felt anything but pity. This heavy, black, ugly feeling burning through you is new. Another thought: ‘Odi et amo.’ A poem you heard Henry quote in June. ‘I hate and I love.’ He had meant his father, warping the romantic sentiment into a heart wrenching tragedy. You thought the expression peculiar, back then. But now you understand it more deeply than you allow yourself to acknowledge.

You close your fist around your pen once more, hardly even noticing that you’ve done it. You hold it as though you’re ready to write again, like turning back to your work is even a fleeting thought in your mind. It isn’t. Henry studies you coolly and draws a pack of cigarettes from his discarded jacket’s pocket. A red matchbook follows, ‘pleasing you pleases us’ stamped in silver across it- just below the name of an inn in the nearest town. A place your families frequent on these months-long East Coast vacations, due to the wide variety of options. Lobster, clams, all sorts of fish, but also simpler fare: mashed potatoes, poached eggs, hamburgers, even peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. These visits, born most notably of Henry’s childhood pickiness, have solidified into the ritualistic framework of summer. He strikes the match once and it flickers to life, yellow and angry. Once his cigarette is lit, he shakes it out and tosses it into a nearby ashtray.

If you were more clever, you might find a metaphor in that. A parallel, maybe, in the way he coaxes that chemical reaction from a flimsy restaurant matchstick, for no reason aside from amusement, only to discard it when it’s no longer of service to him. So similar to the way he needles at you one moment, only to soothe it over the next. You slip the fingers of your free hand beneath the textbook. You don’t know what you’re going to do with it until it’s done: until Henry’s placidity has finally been cracked open like an eggshell, yolk dripping to the floor. You push up to your feet and fling the book and pen across the table at him. The book, all sharp angles and heavy pages, merely clips him in the shoulder. The pen smacks against his forehead, bouncing off his scar. He flinches back.

All at once, your anger evaporates. Shame twists itself into each cell of your being. You feel things so completely, each emotion overriding all logical sense. You always have, in some ways, and it’s consistently the worst with Henry. Because he knows this, because he uses it against you in that way only the people closest to you can even think to, because although you think very differently (you being twitchier and far more impulsive in your own delicate way, him seeing things and behaving in a very rigid manner,) you understand how he operates in a way few are able to. As though your minds have more similarities than differences. And you’ve finally broken and done the same in response. Exploited his vulnerability to assume power, in the same way he often does to you.

It doesn’t take him long to mold his expression back into the perfect picture of composure. He picks your pen up from where it now lies on his lap and rolls it between two fingers, cigarette balanced beside it. You’re certain he’s angry, Henry has always been impossibly quick to anger, yet he appears to have decided not to turn it on you.

“Are you quite finished?” He asks this as if you’re an unruly child whom he’s being forced to tolerate.

It needles at you again, pricking hot little embers of unbridled rage back into your core, but you ignore them this time. You smooth your hands over your shorts and pretend to fix the sewn in cuff. You brush those unruly baby hairs back up off your neck. You breathe in through one nostril and out the other. And slowly, you collect you textbook from the corner where it lies half open, pages bent and a few torn. He hands you the pen when you stop beside him. You take the cigarette, too, despite the fact that you hate the bitter prick it presses into the back of your throat, and round back toward your chair.

“You’re frustrating.” You stack your study supplies neatly, largest items on bottom, smallest on top. A somewhat calming pyramid of organization.

“As are you.” He watches you like he’s cataloguing each movement you make, no matter how slight. It wouldn’t surprise you if he were.

“Would you like a drink?” You ask after a moment, pushing your chair in.

He considers this.

“We haven’t used our study time.”

You half shrug.

“We went over our time yesterday. It’s hot out, besides.”

You tip your feet to stand on the outer edges of your Keds. A stance terrible for your ankles, according to your mother, though you hardly care. You slip your hands into your back pockets and resist the urge to fidget.

“Alright.” He fixes you with a look you could easily mistake for fondness.

He’s been doing so all summer. This perplexing hot and cold game. One moment he’s speaking to you so cruelly that you behave entirely out of character, the next he’s treating you with this strangely fond reverence. As though he’s working out a particularly difficult declension, or deciding which part he’d like to play around you. You push that thought out of your mind as he comes to standing and drapes his coat over one arm.

“Scotch?” He starts toward the door.

You hate scotch, which he knows, but you nod agreeably anyway. The two of you leave the room in silence, only separating when Henry ducks into his father’s office and comes back with a nearly full bottle of Mortlach just beneath his coat. There’s nothing but this unspoken synchronicity as you make your way down to the Winter family's private pier. It’s an uncomfortably long walk with the sand slipping into your shoes, made even more uncomfortable by the way you unconsciously slow to keep step with Henry. Sand isn’t the easiest for anyone to walk in. He’s no different. Keeping step with him is funny, if you think about the way you take four hurried, small steps, for each of his single strides. But it isn’t something you do intentionally. It’s just one small piece of this practiced dance you do around each other. Always anticipating each other’s needs, considering each other’s reactions.

“I’m sorry.” You finally speak once the boat is in clear view, bobbing along invitingly in the late August sunshine.

“I know. It’s alright.” He won’t apologize for provoking you.

You don’t expect him to. Henry Winter, as you’ve accepted over the many years of knowing him, does not ever consider himself wrong. It would be remiss of you to hope otherwise. Instead, you slip your shoes off and settle in on the deck of the sailboat. You pass the bottle back and forth until stars hang low and bright white in the sky. You pretend you’ve never fought, because it’s easier to do so. Because, to hold onto your sanity, you need to. You lie side by side and study the constellations, fingers brushing every so often. In his drunkenness, Henry murmurs things, so soft and sweet you could mistake them for love confessions. And, in part, you let yourself. He almost kisses you tonight. But you’re both drunk, stomachs empty save for the liquor, which you don’t hold very well.

He’s tender as he holds your hair back in one hand. Comforting as he assures you ‘it really is okay’ when you begin to cry, apologizing for the state of his shirt. You get a version of him so incredibly unlike the one earlier, who tore into you like it was nothing. A Henry that’s strong and reliable. A Henry that, you could easily delude yourself into believing, loves you. You don’t make that mistake, of course. You’re too clever for that, even when drunk beyond all reason. But Henry, sharp as he is, isn’t quite sharp enough to realize this: what he feels for you isn’t love at all. It’s the ugly need to rule your every emotion, an entitled sense of ownership. So he decides it is love, that night. It must be.

He’ll never realize how wrong he is.

#henry winter fanfic #henry winter x reader #the secret history #henry winter #[ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦; henry winter. ]#[𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐬; guardian angel fics.]

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velvet-cupcake-games · 8 months ago

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In the Wake of Will

It's been a lovely week. Thanks so much to everyone who has given me their excellent feedback on Will's route! I've taken some time to relax after crunching a bit on Will's release, and I've been working on the Made Marion Mega-Guide. Right now the guide-in-progress is only going out to Kickstarter backers who pledged for it, but it will be available to the general public later on.

The Mega-Guide is an omnibus lore guide, art book, game guide, and general Made Marion-related fun time with some development bloopers and the best of our silly Tumblr memes compiled in it as well. Cross your fingers that I can fit it all into a single .pdf file without slaughtering Acrobat Reader.

Affinity Publisher 2 is a pretty groovy piece of software. I was flummoxed by the previous version of the software, but they made it a lot more user friendly in version 2. I've been able to figure out just about everything from the help system.

Version 2.1 Progress

Version 2.1 will be out in the next couple weeks. It will contain the final version of the final CG (the ending CG for Will's spontaneous route, which has now been provided to me) and the expanded love scenes for Robin's route.

John Route Prep

In the meantime, I'm working on mood pages for John's route to get a better feel for the details of the romance. It can be difficult to plot out conflict in a romance with a person who is very kind and who carries his flaws more beneath the surface. I don't want Marion to come off looking bitchy or unreasonable, as that's not my intention. But she and John are going to butt heads a little bit as they are both proud, highly responsible people who had to grow up too early. It's not always easy for two such "in charge" people to work together, even when they both have the best of intentions.

It'll be fun to flip the script in this one and see how Will responds to Marion as his brother's partner. He's very much in favour of the partnership at first for his own selfish reasons. But Will is protective of John in his own ways...

#made marion #made marion dev update #english otome #amare game

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mariacallous · 7 months ago

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On a visit to Barnes & Noble in middle school, I asked my mom to buy me “The Book of Jewish Values,” by Rabbi Joseph Telushkin. We weren’t Jewish — though my paternal grandfather was — nor religious in any way. But I was fascinated by the book’s instructions on applying moral principles in day-to-day situations, from citing your sources to quitting smoking. As I got older, I would flip past the esoteric Ethicist pages in the Sunday New York Times and go straight to the etiquette column, where I could learn about the real nuts and bolts of ethical daily living. I loved the logical process involved in deducing the best next step from a broader moral rule.

In college, I charged into adulthood believing the rest of the world was engaged in the same ethical study as I was, taking pleasure in trying to match their actions to their principles. “Of course the basketball team should suspend our best player while he’s under police investigation,” I’d say confidently. “Sports are about character, not winning at all costs!” My Midwestern classmates were not persuaded, to say the least. I began to feel like an alien who had learned about life from books.

By the time the COVID-19 pandemic hit, and many people refused to change their lifestyles in the slightest, I thought I might be completely alone in my convictions. I read Holocaust memoirs, trying to learn how to behave in a world devoid of principles. Viktor Frankl’s work encouraged me to believe I always have control over one small corner of the world — my own actions — even though “decent people … always will remain a minority.” I decided to take an introduction to Judaism class and begin attending a local synagogue’s Zoom services.

At the time, my friends and I worked for employers who emailed us anti-vaccine misinformation, logged our every keystroke with productivity software because they felt sure we’d spend every work-from-home day watching Netflix and, in one case, asked employees to donate PTO to a coworker who became gravely ill after being required to work in the office during a known COVID outbreak. I strained to understand the principles behind any of these actions. (Is fear a principle? Is greed?) One day, I received a different type of email, this time from the synagogue.

Synagogue leadership wrote to inform us that they had made the difficult decision to part ways with a core team member for noncompliance with “an important synagogue policy.” Because vaccines had just become widely available, one could surmise what the policy might be. The policy, the email said, served one of the highest values of Judaism: pikuach nefesh, saving life.

The message felt like seeing another traveler in the desert. Even though it was difficult, the rabbis and the board of trustees had started from a shared moral principle, and then acted accordingly — just like in my beloved Telushkin book. Several months later, I converted to Judaism. I took the Hebrew name Gavriella to honor my personal Jewish hero whose principles transcend her situation, former U.S. Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords.

Joining a Reform congregation made me realize just how breakable my principles had been when I believed they were mine alone. For example, in college, I dated a guy who vociferously opposed any social plan that did not involve alcohol. Whenever I suggested we take the night off from drinking, he would tell me I was lame and that no one would ever be interested in the types of booze-free dates I proposed. At first, I thought maybe he was right and joined him in drinking to excess, with predictably poor results. Then, I was furious with him for being reckless and cruel to me. It was only years later, after he got sober, that I saw how my reactions hurt both him and me. I was engaging with a diseased idea that deserved neither consideration nor debate.

The position I took — that the desire to be cool is not a good reason to take risks with your health and safety — is a time-tested truism that follows the moral principle of pikuach nefesh. It was not “just like, my opinion, man,” to paraphrase a classic film by two Jewish brothers. If I had understood that my then-boyfriend was not fighting me but the fundamental principles of well-being, I might have been able to react compassionately, recognizing his words as a cry for help.

I believe some principles are universal. As the filmmaker Cecil B. DeMille said, “We cannot break the Ten Commandments. We can only break ourselves against them.” Where we should continue to debate and engage one another is the application of the principles, the “wrestling with God” that defines the Jewish people, so that we can fight dogma, stagnation and injustice. Each time I attend Shabbat services, I’m among other people who have carved that moment out of their lives to focus on the big, important things: What can we do to help the sick? How can we bring more peace to our communities? When I re-enter day-to-day life, I feel stronger and more courageous. During the early pandemic, I even found the words to speak up at work about COVID misinformation.

Millennial and Gen Z women are leaving organized religion in record numbers, many citing oppression against women within some branches of religion, according to research by the American Enterprise Institute. Many religious institutions are due for a reckoning. But we also know an individualistic society rarely works. Even the most determined, self-serious 12-year-old who spends her Barnes & Noble money on rabbinical texts will falter without others who share her values. Becoming Jewish has taught me that we need wisdom traditions and we need community around them, or else we are each rowing our own small boat, susceptible to every shift of the wind.

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peecher · 5 months ago

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How to get Bills Files ( Gravity Falls "Thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com" riddle guide )

Where to find the answers in order (for people with The Book of Bill)

scroll all the way down for just answers

heres the website ->△

you dont need to do punctuation or spaces or capitilization

If the text is green that means to use it in the computer but on a separate tab since it isn't a riddle answer but it's a step to getting the answer

Counting pages by number of flips (for example, after flipping 10 pages starting on the first page, you would end up seeing the editing software page, but technically it would be the 21st page if the pages were numbered like a traditional book. so we're going by number of flips and I'll specify whether its left or right! I hope that makes sense)

let me know if i messed up any page numbers pls :3

Type "riddle" into the computer, and say yes when it asks if you'd like to play a game

1: What's McGuckets favorite soda? 45 flips, right (dreams section)

2: What's a medieval homonym? 55 flips, right (bills story section)

3: What's the 20th ingredient in Anti-Cipherizing Tonic? 62 flips, right

4: How is Clown Repellent made? 60 flips, right

5: What's Bills govt file number? 67 flips, right

6: Who's from Zimtrex 5? 26 flips, left, bottom (bills guide to everything section)

7: What's on Bills flag? 54 flips, right (bills story section)

8: What is Thurber's number? 65 flips, left

9: What leaves a thin line in the snow? 77 flips, right (the missing journal pages)

10: What's the 6th option in bills editing software?: 10 flips, right

11: What's the unpronounceable wizard's name?: 54 flips, right

12: Where do tri angels come from?: 69 flips, right

13: What's Bills lawyer's name?: This one is kind of poorly explained. Type in "one eyed king" it'll play this video ONE EYED KING | #thebookofbill #gravityfalls #alexhirsch #billcipher I used the comments

14: who defeated Silas Birchtree?: Type in paranoid backward, and this will pop up. you can faintly see letters around the picture. I drew lines and arrows to help (sorry its messy and hard to see hope its understandable)

Type in the answer to this. The answer actual riddle answer is after 9 flips.

15: Dispense my treat

ANSWERS

Type "riddle" into the computer, and say yes when it asks if you'd like to play a game

if you don't want to put in any of the question answers you can skip them all by using "dispense my treat" after saying yes to the riddle.

1: McGuckets fav soda: Mountain dont

2: Medieval homonym: Liar lyre

3: Anti-Ciphernizing tonic 20th ingredient: Harold's ramblings

4: How is clown repellent made: Union made

5: Bills govt file number: 29121239168518

6. Whos from Zimtrex 5: Grebley Hemberdreck

7: Whats on bills flag: rat

8: Thurburts number: 3466554

9: What leaves a line in the snow: Tinsel snake

10: 6th option in bills editing software : Torture mentally

11: Unpronounceable wizard: Xgqrthx

12: Where do tri angels come from: 333 Sundapple lane cozy creek il 60714-94611

13: Bills lawyer: Multilevel Mark

14: Who defeated Silas Birchtree: Butternubbins

#book of bill #gravity falls #the book of bill spoilers #ldshadowlady #tbob spoilers #tbob #bill cipher

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cafalla · 11 months ago

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Rainbow Brite Saves Spring (1984) Book Scans

Long time, no see! It's been a while since I last posted about a scanned project. The last time I posted was about an issue of Starlog Magazine back in February.

Most of my latest posts really focused on my reading goal for the year, though that has fallen a bit to the wayside lately. I'm still reading, but at a much slower pace of about one book a month. I've been playing more video games, which I mentioned in my last post, and I do want to post and talk about them sometime!

But for today, we are going to look at this little story book I scanned: Rainbow Brite Saves Spring (1984).

My history with Rainbow Brite is quite short and limited. My mom had many VHS tapes with randomly taped episodes of Care Bears that I used to watch. Sprinkled throughout were also the occasional episode of the Rainbow Brite cartoon. I think I also had a VHS tape with one of the Rainbow Brite movies that I would watch sometimes as a kid...but that's about it.

Aesthetically, I LOVE Rainbow Brite. I even bought an artist pin of her from a horror convention.

I'm so sad I don't remember the artist - it's been years and I no longer have the pin backing that came with it. I tried googling around and couldn't locate the art either. If anyone knows the artist, please let me know so I can include a link for credit!

Back to the storybook - it's a simple story about Rainbow Brite and friends saving the Rainbow Sprites from Murky Dismal and Lurky's gloom potion. After the gloom potion has been blown away, the gang run off to start work on making the first day of Spring vibrant and lively with color!

I'm going to be honest, I was kind of shocked when I flipped to this page.

They just casually drop that the Rainbow Sprites are slaving away in the MINES. I honestly forgot that was a thing.

It wouldn't surprise me if the Rainbow Sprites were the type to yearn for the mines...brb, making a terrible meme.

I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself. I have impulsive thoughts, a computer, and basic editing software...it gave me a giggle, at least.

And this sad realization isn't helped by the little art on the inside cover of the book of the Rainbow Sprites looking absolutely miserable.

Worked to the bone with nothing to boost their morale.

Someone give these little guys a Happy Meal! Do I gotta do everything myself around here?!

There we go!

(Ok, I promise to stop making edits for my own amusement, at least for the remainder of this post lol).

This artwork is actually in relation to the plot of the Rainbow Sprites becoming gloomy...but I like to think it's due to their abysmal working conditions.

The potential lack of Rainbow Sprite labor and lunch laws aside, here's some art from the book that I really enjoy!

Starlite is definitely my favorite character in the book - he looks so pretty and elegant in this art style! The kids look cute too, but they run the risk of looking a bit wonky at times. See Rainbow Brite's toad-like appearance and Red Butler's pog face in the above panel.

I'll be posting the above artwork and more over on my photoblog, nostalgiahime, if you're into reblogging art without all my words attached to them. I've been lacking on posting to both this account and that one, but I'll have them queue'd up here soon!

Also, feel free to take a look at and read the whole storybook here on my Internet Archive account!

Thanks for stopping by ♡︎

#txt #scans #my scans #books #vintage #1984 #80s #nostaliga #long post #rainbow brite #starlite #rainbow brite and the color kids #rainbow sprites #memes

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minmin-vs-physics · 8 months ago

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Hey! I’m gonna be a physics major next year, and I was wondering if the Mac and iPad combo have worked well for you, or if there’s something else you recommend tech wise?

short answer: yes.

but, im gonna use this has an opportunity to yap about my current study set up. this goes without saying, but what worked for me may not work for you, and my set up evolved over the years as i found what was best for me.

i use an iPad for lecture notes and homework. i think its the most organized you can get them to be without straight up LaTeXing the shit out of them (and i know people who do exactly that, more power to them)

i just write faster than i type, and an ipad allows me to copy paste equations and add photos and stuff which is helpful for diagrams. i use goodnotes 5, and i will sing its praises till the end of time.

i think it pays to develop a clear style for your homework and lecture notes, bc your work will be easier to navigate. here's an example of my lecture notes and my homework.

[hehe general relativity moment]

HOWEVER, you will mostly be having paper exams as a physics student so i recommend you don't get too reliant on your iPad. i tend to do all my studying in notebooks, or loose sheets that i can refer to. practice problems are always on paper.

[stat mech studying i did last week]

i started using legal pads for this from the end of junior year bc they're so convenient! im also incentivized by the stock our dept keeps in the mail room.

i have to do a lot of calculations for research and i prefer to do them on paper or a blackboard if it's something im reasoning out. idk it's so much easier to be stupid on paper than on goodnotes. ofc my research log is kept digitally, but i keep a binder with all my old calculations (both correct, and incorrect) along with my main reference papers.

[i was flipping through this just now and realised how much bs is in it.]

LaTeX is a good skill to have which i didn't realise until too late. if you have to write any paper that's remotely scientific, LaTeX is the way to go. none of that google docs bs.

i use both vscode and Overleaf for editing. i mainly just LaTeX my finalized research calculations into one big doc. it's much easier to show my advisor. also it looks cool.

i got a monitor when my laptop screen broke sophomore spring (something inside me broke as well that semester it was so fun). and if you have the option, i would totally recommend getting one. it's useful having a second/bigger screen.

i use mine for a bunch of things: coding, reading textbooks, genshin impact, Netflix, grading.

on the topic of textbooks, i use digital bc im cheap. but i do buy secondhand physical copies that i rarely reference, but keep around bc it doesn't hurt to start your hypothetical professor office bookshelf early. i only buy the ones i actually respect, like Peskin's Intro to QFT. but the digital copies are usually much handier. i keep an extensive digital collection of books and papers i might never need.

don't be like me keep your digital library more organized!

and yeah circling back to electronics! i use a Macbook Pro rn which has served me well. i guess things are different if you need to run solidworks or other specialized software, but you can always use the lab computers, so that was never a problem. i have an apple ecosystem bc im a slut for capitalism.. i mean i was already halfway there and now im just really used to it, so i like all my devices being friends with each other. my tip is always get more RAM than you thought you needed, and double the storage. but maybe that's bc im mean to my laptop and love hoarding files.

i also keep all my previous notes and printouts so may be i have an academic hoarding problem in general.

in the end, a mix of old school and new age technology bs works best for me!

thank you for your question! i hope this helps :)

#physics #min vs college #studyblr #college #study aesthetic #physics studyblr #min vs fa24 #min vs inbox

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kurgy · 2 months ago

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What do you use to animate? I want to get into animation but there’s so many options I don’t know what to choose.

i dont use animation software so i unfortunately cant help much in that regard. i alternate between cheap video editors.

i draw everything frame by frame, and import the pngs to the editor to adjust frame speeds and delays or layer them and run it like a flip book

#also the reason it takes me so long now that i think about it

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princesscolumbia · 1 year ago

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Cape and Capability - A Review

So a week-ish ago a reblog from fellow author @beedok came across my dash for a collection of fiction that was 100% trans-centric. Given how much of my own writing is unabashedly about the trans experience, I took a look and, to absolutely nobody's surprise, there were a couple titles in the bundle that I was already marking for purchase at a later date, so since the bundle came along I went ahead and pulled the trigger for it.

Thanks to itch.io's very end-user friendly DRM free options and the authors opting to allow it, it was no big deal to get all the books downloaded and converted for use on my eReader (a fairly recent model Kindle) via the open software Calibre. By virtue of the alphabet, Cape and Capability was the first book I opened up to read through.

Unfortunately, I don't know if the author is on Tumblr or I'd link to their profile (if you're the author and want the linkage beyond the above, please let me know and I'll edit this post accordingly). They are also on Scribblehub, so if you have an account there you can give them a follow.

Okay, let's get to the compliment sandwich:

First off, I enjoyed this book. It had me smiling at the majority of it. My girlfriend can attest that there were several times I put the book down to gush about the passage I had just read or some clever plot element. It reads like someone who knows the tropes of the superhero genre. It reads like fanfiction for a fandom you're not familiar with. It's adequately descriptive enough that you can track everything easily and it's clear the author has done a solid amount of world-building to make this seem 'real.'

The 'reads like fanfiction' cuts both ways in this case. The initial character development is rough. There were points in the first few chapters where I had to flip back a page or two to make sure I knew who's POV I was reading for, as there wasn't quite enough development for me to really distinguish the differences between Alice/Ifrit and Sandra/Cascade. The pacing was also a challenge, feeling quite rushed throughout the book. Typos were also present, though not egregiously so.

I say this so you know what you're expecting going into the book, because even with all that, I still enjoyed it enough that I would gladly have given it 4 out of 5 stars on Goodreads. It's tropey and cheesy and somewhat predictable, but ultimately fun and heartwarming and I'm very glad I got it.

#cape and capability #fiction review

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modularnra40 · 4 months ago

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Thoughts On Gen AI Art

I want to put my thoughts on the subject down in words, and this seems as good a place as any

I hate that society and capitalism have forced me to be anti AI Art! Ten years ago, this was literally my biggest dream! There is a *very* close alternate timeline where my career is fully enmeshed in generative ai (as opposed to only sort of enmeshed)! Like, I cannot emphasize enough that I was basically a coin flip away from going back and getting my graduate degree *in AI* (instead I decided I liked having money, and kept working as a software dev)

Also! It is so so so frustrating how many of the complaints and scare tactics around Gen AI are ultimately bogus. Mostly - plagiarism and the environmental impact are both wildly misconstrued... Most folks do not understand the Sheer Amount of data that these LLMs are trained on.... It is an amount of input which is essentially incomprehensible. The actual impact any individual piece of art has on the model is so minute as to be meaningless; and frankly, it icks me out to be on the side of 'strict copyright good actually'???? Like, one of the consequences of putting your work out publicly is that people can use it - there is definitely a good discussion to be had around if models are trained on media that is supposed to be behind a paywall, and if so how we either prevent that or make them pay to use it, but the way the discussion is currently framed is *actively dangerous* because it is in *direct opposition* to fair use. (This is a complex subject! I know! But there is a big difference between 'this is cruel/immoral/tacky' vs 'this should be illegal'! If it becomes a legal issue you MUST consider the WORST consequences as well as the intended ones! Laws generally, and US laws specifically are *not* historically good at differentiating between actual human individuals and corporations or abstract technological entities! And 'actually it should be harder to appeal as fair use' is NOT the right side to be on!!!!)

And the economic impact.... Guys please don't believe pop sci articles, shits always more complicated then that

But anyway, I think that right now there is no way to justify the use of generative ai for the creation of static media. That is so clearly taking jobs out of the hands of actual living humans - even the argument that you would never have actually paid someone to do XYZ is a bit suspect along basically the same lines as making fan content for jk Rowling - like.... Sure, that may be true, but now you definitely won't, and also you are tacitly endorsing this use. (Similarly to making fan content for jkr, I consider this to be tacky but not actually A Sin)

HOWEVER -- I think I am pro AI Art for things that you literally could not possibly get a human to do.

The main use case I have in mind is video games. Either more traditional viddya games, or things like endless choose your own adventure novels**.... Also new kinds of musical instruments --- imagine a synth that changes itself as you play it? There is some really really cool stuff just over the horizon in these sorts of directions - and there is no person they are replacing, no one *could* do those things. Harm still has to be considered on a case by case basis, it should go without saying, but like. At that point the argument really becomes 'this piece of art shouldn't exist because it's taking resources away from this other piece of art' - which is to say, fundementally a bad argument. There is no ethical consumption etc etc

**there is an argument that this is tt:RPGs but guys... It really isn't. Like, I love DnD as much as the next millennial nerd, but there really is a fundementally different urge met by a Group Role Play activity and a Single Person Visual Novel, or RPG video game .... Like, people play DnD with their friends and then go home and load up Baldur's Gate - these are different activities. The 'anytime anywhere completely private AI story book writer' is a role that *could not possibly* be filled by a human

AND all of this is sort of eliding over the fact that like, using AI good is a skill! AI output sucks! It is genuinely hard to get AI to consistently produce useful output! I think that will become more and more apparent as time goes by and the shine wears off - a lot of uses for AI will become ubiquitous and common place, and improve as that occurs, but a lot will just go away because it is fundementally easier to work collaboratively with a human being then to use generative ai.

I Do estimate that in like... 15-30 years there will be some Andy Warhol type artist who uses AI in some fancy and challenging way, fundementally altering the social landscape around AI Art... But like, we'll see.

Tl:Dr: Taking existing jobs out of people's mouths in favor of shitty AI slop=bad; making new, previously literally impossible art with new tech=super cool

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