#octarine cat

[octarinecat]

Here’s the piece I painted for the winner of the @infernalcornerzine zine raffle! They asked for Osvald V. Vanstein - and what a delightfully dramatic character to bring to life. Thank you again to everyone who supported the Infernal Corner zine and took part in the raffles! 🔥💜

[infernalcornerzine]

🔥Infernal Corner: Final Hellish Bow 🔥

With infernal pride we’re thrilled to announce that our zine project has raised a total of £361 (that’s $491 / €423) so far for Cats Protection UK! To every single person who contributed - thank you. This would not have been possible without the amazing talents and support from all directions:

✨ our brilliant artists and writers, ✨ our readers and donors, ✨ the folks working behind the scenes, ✨ and the one and only Andrew Wincott, whose generous interview added true infernal charm to the pages.

A massive virtual bow to our phenomenal staff: @luniidae @russica @otterina @gamergerb @satanbubbles @dark-and-kawaii Octavia, Quoat The Goat.

Without you, Infernal Corner wouldn’t have burned so brightly.

Zine copies are still being sent out - check the link in our bio or pinned post if you haven’t grabbed yours yet! The zine is still available for a charitable donation before we open the zine for free public viewing in August.

That’s all for now, my infernal friends. You made this zine unforgettable - THANK YOU. See you in the next magical mess I conjure - Octarine Cat @octarinecat

[gyokujyn]

Catch Up Tag Game

Tagged by @bromcommie

Favorite color: Purple and green are the boring answers. Octarine, a yellow-ish green-ish purple color only visible to wizards and cats, is the nerdy answer. I really like things with opalescence and play of fire is probably the most accurate answer.

Last song: That I listened to or that I sung?

I last listened to True Love by P!nk because I have been beta reading Vanity Fair and I always listen to the fanmix I put together for it while I beta to get myself in the right headspace.

Last song I sung was... omg, I don't remember... Ros said something and it reminded me of a song so I started singing it at em in retaliation for earworming me but now it's gone...

Last book: I am just about to start Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor, but I've been just about to start it for like 6 months now because I am so burnt out. I honestly am not sure what was the last book I read because it's been so long... Maybe the Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin? Or Amatka by Karin Tidbeck?

Last movie: Took the kiddos to see Minecraft a couple weeks back. It was exactly the movie I should have expected from Jack Black and Jason Momoa.

Last TV show: Rewatching West Wing for the billionth time. Although, I will say that I finally finished Agatha All Along and I wish it had been as good as Tumblr had me expecting, but it was just the okayest.

Sweet/savory/spicy: What's your favorite season (and why)? Fall because I enjoy harvest activities, Halloween, the general weather, spooky times, etc.

Last thing I googled, or duckduckgo’d—duckduckwent?—looked up: Patroclus. Like, from the Iliad. I was absolutely certain his name was spelled Patrocles and I had to Google it to prove myself right wrong, apparently. I've been pronouncing his name wrong my whole damn life and no one told me.

Looking forward to: Being in a place to start writing/making art/generally being creative again. I've been burnt out for a while now and pushing myself to keep going has just made things worse, so I'm taking a long and very unhappy break and trying to let myself recharge and not judge myself for failing to be "productive." Spoiler: it is not going well.

Current obsessions: other than my same old shit, I don't really have anything going on right now. For the first time that I can think of, I don't have a single money-sink hyperfixation of the moment.

Favourite crisp: What’s your go-to comfort music/song/playlist? I listen to a lot of trip hop, alt, folk rock, pop punk, and downtempo. I like just about any kind of music with funk roots and I love mashups, both in the traditional sense of two or more songs remixed together but also things like Post Modern Jukebox and anachronistic covers of songs.

Last song you sang out loud: The one I mentioned earlier, but honestly that kind of thing happens all the time here. One of my kids is coming down with a cold and we were trying to figure out if he needed to go to Urgent Care and the youngest (6) started belting out Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger ("I'm not sick but I'm not well") which started us all singing. Later on, there was an argument about closing the door (so as to keep germs contained) and everything devolved into a P!atD singalong. Unscripted musical numbers are a regular occurrence in our home.

The last book I opened: Physically? A Hat Full of Sky by Sir Terry Pratchett. I just finished reading it to the kiddos last week. Now we're reading Animorphs #8, but it's a digital copy so no opening required.

Earbuds, headphones, or nothing? Do you get more caught up listening to music by yourself, with friends, or in a crowd? I'm not sure I understand the context of the question, but if there is music with lyrics, I will not listen to you because I have fallen victim to the Siren's call, regardless of where I am or what I am supposed to be doing. I can read, game, etc. and listen to music, but my ears only have bandwidth for one input at a time.

Last place I went to other than home: Heathen Easter with friends last weekend, I think.

A colour that looks good on you: Baby shit green. I can't help it, it goes well with my complexion and brings out the green in my eyes.

Last trailer you saw: Probably Thunderbolts*? I don't actually watch a lot of media, honestly.

Anybody wanna play?

[bailesu]

People keep trying to put Octarine into Pride flags, but since only wizards and cats can see it, it mostly leads to confusion; any wizard with one makes sure to incorporate it on general principles.

now im imagining what pride events in ankh morpork are like

[scrubdowner]

but can the shrimps see octarine

do shrimps count as cats for that purpose

[clonerightsagenda]

octarine-cat

That is well-said, thank you. Still, I don't think Nanny Ogg is aspec.

Nanny Ogg enjoys sex but she doesn’t seem particularly interested in long term romantic partnerships. (I think it’s mentioned that she’s had 5 husbands, but none of them stuck around for very long.) I’ve always interpreted her as aro allo.

[doctorstrangeaskblog]

<<< about this

Most animals aren’t completely color blind. Some don’t see specific colors while others can perceive colors we can’t. Also, think about it: we consider a being “color blind” just considering the colors we know. But what if said being could see colors we don’t know about? We would think the being is color blind while actually...we’re the blind ones. To make things even more complicated, colors can be noticed by other senses, as long as the optical nerve is stimulated or the equivalent area of the brain, meaning one could perceive colors through telepathy or other mechanisms capable of detecting electromagnetic waves.

Do you know what’s super interesting? Purple, yellow and green would be the colors that “compose” the Octarine color. And...can you guess what colors cats see the most?

[bailesu]

What actually probably happens with the Death Note is that Light gets his throat randomly slit by a thief in Ankh-Morpork, the book ends up in the hands of Unseen University and then it gets lost.

Or it turns out to have a secret rule where trying to kill Rincewind with it kills the wrong person every time because holding that spell in his head changed his name with letters written in Octarine that Light can't see because he isn't a cat or a wizard. Then Rincewind accidentally tramples him in a panic and someone nicks the book to use for toilet paper.

But let's assume Susan. *Granddaughter of Death*. Death isn't going to want this thing running around, especially as it was probably stolen from him. You won't be able to fool them for long.

(Granny writes 'Death Note' in it and watches it die to remove the temptation.)

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #90

1. Hello there! I seem to have lost a fic, and I was wondering whether you knew it. It's about Aziraphale being on earth for 6000 years, thinking he's human, I think as a punishment from Heaven, but I'm not too sure. It'd be awesome if someone could help me find it :) - @depressonostresso

2. Hello, could you help me find a fic? It was ancient Rome AU and both Aziraphale and Crowley were slaves. Thank you in advance. - anon

3.  don’t know if you or your followers can help me, but I seem to have lost a fic! All I remember is that it was an A/C fic, where both thought the other had some obligatory mating season, but in reality neither did. So they thought they were helping each other out with this affliction, but really they were just pining (and f***ing) through the ages. Thank you for any help you can provide! - anon

4. hello, looking for a fic where crowley confesses his love (drunkenly, in his sleep???) and zira basically keeps it a secret until it comes out that he knew all along. i believe there is light angst and happy ending? - @theskywaspaintedred

5. Hi, I wonder if one of you helpful people can assist me. I'm looking for a human AU where Aziraphale is a widower having moved to a small town after Crowley died in a car crash. The bits that I remember were about him sometimes standing by the curb as if waiting for somebody to pick him up (that made me cry). The other was that the townfolk speculated that he would not get married unless a medieval hand-fasting ceremony was involved, or that he was injured (ahem) in the same car crash that killed Crowley, or that he was just not attracted to women. I hope I'm not mixing up two fics! I read so many and I love them but.... you know how it is. - @octarine-cat

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your response! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[wearesorcerer]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @we-are-spore-druid (twice! :D); Donkey Shoes! (Dankeschoen!)

I’ma answer this as Meow, given entaggenation of the main blob.

1. Name: Azcyrrimeowndifelixasimilian, Second of That Name

2. Nickname: Chiro, Meow, The Cat in the Hat, countless others

3. Zodiac sign: I’m too old to remember this. Both my time on the blog and the blog’s actual establishment make it a Capricorn, if that helps.

4. Height: Smol

5. Languages: I’ve traveled the world, so I’ve picked up a smattering. Not that you’ll ever hear me speaking.

6. Nationality: Currently? Um...this fantasy land has a nation?

7. Favorite season: Fishing

8. Favorite flower: They’re alright.

9. Favorite scent: I used to be really fond of mouse. I love sushi, but the vinegar in it isn’t quite to my liking, smell-wise.

10. Favorite color: Blue is nice. I had the old peepers upgraded so I can see more colors than even you humans; there’s this color that doesn’t have a name that’s kind of a greenish-yellow-pink. That one’s really my favorite. Octarine’s also good.

11. Favorite animal: Me.

12. Favorite fictional character: Tied between Salem Saberhagen and Felix.

13. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Meow can have a little chocolate. As a treat. But really, it’s probably Green Tea. (Remember, kids: Always modify your physiology so you can process once-poisonous foods!)

14. Average amount of sleep: [Stares in cat]

15. Cat or Dog person: [Staring intensifies]

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: You mean on? Isn’t that irrelevant?

17. Dream trip: When I cast dream, it’s not usually for pleasant reasons.

18. Blog established: My time: almost two months ago; Period: 13 Jan 2016.

19. Followers: 2,637, but most of those were from the previous blogger. (Thank you guys for following!)

20. Random fact: We know people used tweezers in pre-dynastic Egypt, but we’re not sure when that device was invented.

I’m tagging @theoutcastrogue, @wearepaladin, @wearewarpriest, and @i-am-the-incendiary-anarchist.

[octarinecat]

Raphael always plays in the shadows—but would you step closer or stay away? 😈 I got forced to post this 🥲

[vorthosjay]

If your interested, in the Discworld novels, the colour of Magic is the secret 8th colour Octarine, which can only be seem by those magical inclined and cats. It's a greenish yellow-purple.

Lol, thanks. An anon (IDK if it was the original asker) said it was a pun.

[garden-ghoul]

I finally remembered DURING the weekend to record my notes on Sourcery! In this one you can hear me: enjoying doing a Rincewind voice. Clocks in at 19:26 (I’m going to start putting in episode length because it seems like the kind of thing people will like to know.) Transcript under the cut.

HELLO and welcome to episode 4 of what I am now calling “It’s Yelling All the Way Down.” Because it just seemed a bit egotistical to ascribe critical analysis to myself. This week* I’ve drawn the number 5, which means we’re reading Sourcery. With a U. Before reading this book I did not remember a single thing about it except that the main character is perhaps… a sorcerer? And is named Coin. Also according to the summary this is a Rincewind book, the first one since The Light Fantastic. I think he might have died in that one. But no matter, he’s back!

A bit about wizards, before we begin:

We’ve already seen witches, who are my favorites. Pratchett was fond of saying “if men were witches, they would be wizards,” which I think is supposed to be a comment on how men are socialized to be self-important and relatively useless and ask for more credit than they deserve? Although it could just be gender essentialism. Anyway, that’s what wizards do. We very briefly met some in Jingo, where as you might recall they were extorting money from the city-state under threat of magical mayhem. We’ll see more of exactly that in this book! Let’s get right to it.

Now, on Earth (or Roundworld, as it is sometimes called), specifically in England, seven is considered to be a magical number. So much so that whoever perpetrated ROY G BIV (Newton, maybe?) invented several colors just so a rainbow would have seven of them. On the Disc there is an eighth color, inspired by the extra little echoey bit on the inside of a rainbow that is both green AND purple; this color is called octarine. That’s not what the introduction is about, it’s about the eighth son of an eighth son, who of course has become a wizard. But I’m sure it will come up, and then we’ll be prepared, won’t we?

Now this eighth son of an eighth son, he had seven sons, each one from the cradle at least as powerful as any wizard in the world.

And then he had an eighth son...

A wizard squared. A source of magic.

A sourcerer.

We join this double-eight wizard with his young eighth son on the shingle, where he’s having a chat with DEATH. DEATH is a friendly sort. Likes cats. Very little patience with wizards who are trying to create a magical destiny for babies. Because all prophecies require loopholes, the double-eight wizard prophesies that his son will become the mightiest and everyone will bow before him, et cetera et cetera, UNLESS… he throws his staff away. And then the wizard gets struck by lightning and as he dies he puts his soul into the staff. The kid also got struck by lightning but he’s fine. As you may have guessed, this kid is our protagonist, Coin, the sourcerer.

Cut to Unseen University, on the eve of the appointment of a new arch-chancellor. The books in the library are uneasy. The university seems to be sinking. The rats, mice, ants, and even the gargoyles off the roof are abandoning ship. Rincewind and the Librarian seem to be the only wizards who have noticed, although as we are told Rincewind is so bad at wizardry that he’s actually worse than non-wizards. One wonders how he was admitted to the university, because he doesn’t seem rich. Is it just that EVERY eighth son gets in because it makes them A Wizard? Anyway, he’s an assistant librarian (honorary) so he invites the Librarian out for drinks just to get him out of the University.

This means they’re going to miss the arch-chancellor accession feast, which is probably for the best because Coin is going to be there, and you can bet his dad’s been whispering in his ear about what ought to be done to the rest of the wizards who kicked him out. Indeed, he walks right in and challenges the most powerful immediately available wizard to a magical duel, lets him do a party trick, and then vaporizes him. He’s ten, and is set up as a Creepy Child: he stares through people rather than looking at them, talks a bit like an encyclopedia, and clearly hasn’t heard of ethics. The wizards immediately accept him as their arch-chancellor, realizing that it will be incredibly easy to manipulate this kid into doing whatever they want by making him think he has the sort of power that matters.

Lots of good mentions here of how wizards instinctively distrust each other; wizard politics; assassinations; mind games. Nevertheless, two wizards have made a cautious alliance to deal with the threat Coin represents. Spelter, the Bursar and a fifth level wizard; and Carding, an eighth-level wizard (that’s the highest level).

Let us leave them there for a moment to follow the thief who has stolen the arch-chancellor’s hat, which seems to be a talking hat and actually quite keen to be stolen. This thief has tracked down Rincewind, the only readily apparent wizard outside of the university, and is trying to kidnap him for some kind of dangerous wizard mission, under threat of death. The mission is to bring the arch-chancellor’s hat to Klatch, where “there is someone fit to wear us.” There’s a brief misadventure where the hat is stolen, apparently to show off that it can kill people on its own just fine. It’s pretty clear that the hat is full of wizards in the same way Coin’s staff is full of his awful dad, setting us up for a battle of evil and evil: there are plenty of battles in which neither side is correct.

A bit about the thief: her name is Conina, and in my opinion far too much is being made of her looks. She has an apparently hereditary urge to murder, basically a hair trigger with throwing knives, which is unfortunate for her because she wants to be a hairdresser. She can’t see the tools of the trade without imagining doing a murder with them. I was pretty into this whole high fantasy parody thing Pratchett was doing until he started parodying sexist tropes by, uh, just straight up putting sexist tropes in his book. Not his finest hour.

At the university, most of the wizards are enjoying all the extra magic pouring out of Coin. They can do exciting spells now! As soon as Coin starts doing exciting spells, though, they remember they’re afraid of him. He appearifies the Patrician—good old Vetinari, who hasn’t yet been characterized beyond being the sort of person who says “what is the meaning of this?”—and turns him into a lizard. Because wizards should rule the city, you see? Not people who understand politics. Coin has a very ten-year-old understanding of what it means to rule. One imagines him ruling so thoroughly that all he has left is a bunch of lizards and then I’m sure he’d feel rather foolish.

The wizards take their cues from Coin and go out to terrorize the city, and they seem to have a great time. But wizards, like everyone else, fundamentally want certainty and familiarity in their lives. And Coin is scaring them. At this point we start to wonder to what extent Coin’s mind actually is his own, because he’s saying incredibly ominous grown-up things like “who among you has been into your dark library these past few days? The magic is inside you now, not imprisoned between covers. Is that not a joyous thing?” You know, sort of cognitively, one doesn’t expect a ten-year-old either to speak like this or to be this single-minded. It’s worrying. Is he okay? What thoughts does he think?

In the oppressively quiet darkness of night in a university under new rule, Spelter hears someone quietly crying. When he looks into the room Coin is on the bed sobbing while his staff whispers to him. The next day “Coin” announces that they’re going to burn down the library, 90,000 books, many of them sentient. Spelter barely manages to tell the librarian, who’s barricaded in, before he comes across the staff and it vaporizes him.

Let’s see what Conina and Rincewind are up to. Oh, getting attacked by pirates! Conina murders a whole bunch of them but some do make off with the hat, so when they land she decides they ought to go somewhere in port they can get attacked by The Criminal Element. This will allow them to get information or something. Look, Conina just wants to get in a fight, and I can respect that.

I also want to check in with Rincewind because I think the way he’s written is pretty interesting. His psyche seems very uncomplicated: at most times he’s just thinking about how he can avoid getting attacked and get as far away from danger as possible. And being racist about how they don’t do things proper in Al Khali. But we get occasional interjections from his conscience and, now, his libido, which gives the feeling that he works hard to suppress any thoughts he feels are foreign to his lifestyle. Pratchett reinforces this foreignness by portraying them as voices Rincewind doesn’t recognize. He has a suspicion that he’s falling in love, but doesn’t like it. He only has physiological symptoms, as far as I can tell. So we get this picture of a person completely out of tune not only with his body but with his mind as well, who has worn such a deep psychological groove of habit that he can’t conceive of climbing out of it.

Anyway, Conina and Rincewind are kidnapped by the ruler of the city, who is called a Seriph because heaven forbid Sir Terry let any small detail go un-pastiched. The Seriph’s grand vizier has possession of the arch-chancellor’s hat and is aware that it’s dangerous, because it told him. Also he’s evil, because a grand vizier’s got to be evil. He imprisons our heroes I guess, but very shortly afterward the amount of ambient magic skyrockets and there are a ton of wizards from Unseen University there! Halfway across the Disc! The vizier turns up, having had his mind taken over by the arch-chancellor’s hat and declaring that wizards are taking back what’s theirs from sourcerers. I like this, we have two opposing magical forces, both figureheaded by humas but in fact ruled by inanimate objects with echoes of dead minds inside.

And, yes, just a few pages later Rincewind states one of the major themes of the book! 

“That’s what you people never understand,” said Rincewind, wearily. “You think magic is just something you can pick up and use, but the truth is, magic uses people.  It affects you as much as you affect it, sort of thing. You can’t mess around with magical things without it affecting you.”

After hearing so much about the thousand-year, horrifyingly destructive Mage Wars, it’s pretty clear that magic isn’t just magic here. Any kind of power corrupts, and if in this book it happens to corrupt not because of human nature but because of its own malice—well, that’s metaphors for you. Anyway Rincewind and company escape on a magic flying carpet, which is using him as a conduit to fly itself, per usual.

Then we get this honestly really cool scene where the fleeing heroes are camped out on a beach watching spells streaking across the sky like meteors over the Circle Sea: the hat’s tower in Al Khali doing battle with Coin’s tower in Ankh. Shockwaves ripple across them, and in his sleep Rincewind is trying to build a tower, which seems to be some kind of wizardly instinct. As soon as he can he steals the flying carpet and absent-mindedly heads for Ankh-Morpork because he thinks of it as his home base. Over the ocean we see other wizards’ towers springing up everywhere: they’re all joining in the war. I love this sort of distant apocalypse imagery, the contrast between the peace of a totally uninhabited area and the massive devastation that from far away looks kind of pretty. Here at the end of all things.

Rincewind returns to a city totally unlike the one he left: gleaming white marble, fountains, and not a single soul. Smoke boils up from the university’s tower, which is slagged and melted but still firing off terrifying magic at the tower in the next city-state over. And the library, where Rincewind spent a lot of very happily boring time as an assistant librarian, lies in ashes. Rincewind goes  into the tower. The flashes of magic illuminate the librarian and many of his 90,000 books, which flew in to take shelter when the library burned. He tells Rincewind to put a stop to all this sourcery, seeing as Rincewind seems to be the only other wizard who hasn’t gone mad with power (the reason being, he hasn’t got any). And obviously the librarian has his books to tend to. So Rincewind puts a half-brick in a sock and starts up the tower.

In the top of the tower the Ankh wizards defeat Quirm, and then when the hat is momentarily distracted, they defeat Al Khali too. But Coin is still an open doorway through which magic pours into the world. “Can you hear them?” asks Carding. “You’re pouring sourcery into the world and other things are coming with it.” I have always liked this image, of a great number of terrible things just barely compelled to stay outside of the circle of the universe, and being invited in when too much magic is used. For a moment the staff is indisposed horribly murdering Carding and Coin is uncertain, upset that a man is dead. Then it returns to his hands and he says: let’s fight the gods. I was expecting it to be a bit more of a thing but he settles it in about a paragraph: we’ll just put them inside this bubble, there we are. Just then Rincewind staggers up over the edge of the tower, swinging his half-brick. His exchange with Coin is… absolutely delightful. They’re at exact opposite ends of the wizard spectrum.

“I have come,” said Rincewind thickly, “to challenge the sourcerer. Which one is he?” He surveyed the prostrate wizardry, hefting the half-brick in one hand. 

One of the wizards risked a glance upwards and made frantic eyebrow movements at Rincewind who, even at the best of times, wasn’t much good at interpreting non-verbal communication. This wasn’t the best of times.

“With a sock?” said Coin. “What good is a sock?” 

The arm holding the staff rose. Coin looked down at it in mild astonishment. “No, stop,” he said. “I want to talk to this man.” He stared at Rincewind, who was swaying back and forth under the influence of sleeplessness, horror and the after-effects of an adrenaline overdose. “Is it magical?” he said, curiously. “Perhaps it is the sock of an Archchancellor? A sock of force?”

Rincewind focused on it. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I think I bought it in a shop or something. Um. I’ve got another one somewhere.”

“But in the end it has something heavy?”

“Um. Yes,” said Rincewind. He added, “It’s a half-brick.”

“But it has great power.”

“Er. You can hold things up with it. If you had another one, you’d have a brick.” Rincewind spoke slowly. He was assimilating the situation by a kind of awful osmosis, and watching the staff turn ominously in the boy’s hand.

“So. It is a brick of ordinariness, within a sock. The whole becoming a weapon.”

“Um. Yes.”

“How does it work?”

“Um. You swing it, and then you. Hit something with it.”

The staff tells Coin to kill Rincewind, but Coin is hesitant, because Rincewind looks like “an angry rabbit,” and is probably harmless. “Why should I do everything you tell me?” says Coin to the staff. “I always do everything you tell me, and it doesn’t help people at all.” Basically it’s like asking a kid to murder a clown. He’s so funny! Why should I kill him!

The staff tortures him a bit. Might I remind you: his ten-year-old son. Rincewind thinks this is a bit much and whacks the staff out of his hand with the half-brick-in-sock. He actually steps in front of Coin to defend him from the staff, even though bravery and altruism are really not his thing. And Coin catches the staff, and throws it away. It comes back, of course, and they do battle. All the wizards are terrified, and Rincewind looks around accusingly at the wizards who won’t help this ten-year-old fighting for his life and the fate of reality itself. All we see of Rincewind’s intervention is his seared hat floating gently to the ground.

He and Coin wake up on the cold black sand of the Dungeon Dimension, staring at the backs of the Things that are trying to break into the universe. The staff has been melted and Rincewind decides to be a real hero one more time and attack the Things with a sock full of sand as a distraction so Coin can get out of there. Which he does. And then the door closes, and Rincewind is stuck in the Dungeon Dimension. We’ll see him again later, don’t worry.

As a minor footnote, the apocalypse is happening out there. It’s a Norse-style apocalypse: the gods have vanished, so ice giants are taking over the world. The librarian gets the pearl full of all the gods and sort of throws it and they come out and reverse the apocalypse, I guess. And then Coin undoes everything he did, and I THINK he also erases everyone’s memory of the very brief Mage War. And because he’s lost and alone and doesn’t know what he wants at all… he steps out of the universe, into a simpler, nicer one. A small universe with a garden. And the door closes behind him.

The book ends in the library, where the books have come back to roost and it’s warm and quiet. The librarian has put Rincewind’s hat in a minor ceremonial niche, because “a wizard will ALWAYS come back for his hat.” Listen, I think the librarian might be a bit sweet on Rincewind. It’s very cute.

So, thus ends the book! This one doesn’t have a whole lot of themes since the main purpose of it is to be a fun fantasy adventure with an absolutely kicking climax. I’d say the main one is that Sir Terry vastly prefers consistency to excitement and that war is bad. Oh, hey, that’s a lot like the last one, isn’t it? And there’s also a bit of a warning about how allowing yourself to have power is always a very dangerous balancing game. Humans always have to be careful not to forget how dangerous it is to have power, and how the only way to use it even a little bit well is to think scrupulously of the masses of normal people your actions affect. I feel like he’d agree with my (rather unwilling) stance on Ethical Anxiety. Which is to say, he might understand why I am constantly extremely anxious about taking ethical actions. 

Today’s thought, Shabbat shalom, is to ask yourself how you are using the power you have, and ask yourself where you get your ethics: your parents? Your friends? The news? Which news? That’s all for now. This has been It’s Yelling All the Way Down, intro and end music is TOKiMONSTA’s “Hungry Stomach.” Bye!

[the-kuribuchu]

It is called Octarine and it is visible only to wizards and cats

purplegreen, the color of magic, evil and scientists

[xerohourcheese]

What is your favourite cat colour?

OOO tough one, Marmalade? Tabby? Royal Scots Tartan? Octarine?

Midnight Black of course.

[spydre]

Get to Know Me / Tag!!

I’m answering the tag mostly out of surprise.  If I tag you and you don’t feel like participating, that’s fine.  If I don’t tag you and you want to do this anyway, jump right in.

Rules: Tag blogs you want to know better/ Tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better  (20??) Tagged by: @epoxyconfetti

Name: John Nickname(s): Junebug, Spydre, Peregrin, John-Boy Gender: male Star Sign: Taurus Height: 5'10" unless I slouch. I never converted to metric, so you do the math if you care. Sexual Orientation: pretty much straight and monogamous but not hostile about it Favorite color: deep purple.  Or octarine. Hogwarts House: Slytherin last time I checked. Time Right Now: 12:56am Favorite animal: bear, hawk, wolf, bat Average Hours of Sleep: 6-8 Lucky Number: dunno? I go-to 5 or 7 Last thing I googled: "send a potato to" Cat or Dog Person: I like dogs, my wife and daughter like cats; cats win Blankets I sleep with: One thin blanket, plus my house robe over my feet (which I usually kick off before waking) Fav. Artist/Band:  I'll listen to nearly anything. Particularly partial to Alan Parsons, Jonathan Coulton, and Emrys Starsong, and anything in my vocal range (like Stan Rogers!) Dream Job: Acting. Dream Trip: I'm kind of a stick-in-the-mud. I guess I wouldn't mind seeing Scotland. When did you make this blog: January, 2016 What do you post about: A lot of politics lately.  But mostly whatever catches my eye: Fantasy, comics, movies, fiction, science - neato stuff. Follower Count: 36.  Good thing I'm not interested in fame. Do you get asks often: I got one once. Why did You choose your URL: College nickname.

Tagging: @delusions-of-shakespeare, @shannanevern83, @thenewcapnkyrie, @dasprite222-blog, @newbillofrights, @tondo-ule, @roachpatrol, @jumpingjacktrash, @the-real-seebs, @thebibliosphere