Hero Rats

consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about

most inspirational little book from all inspirational little books I've ever read – 'Art Matters' by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell. this little book contains four essays, my favorite is 'Make Good Art' it's really awesome.

'When you start out on a career in the arts you have no idea what you are doing. THIS IS GREAT. People who know what they are doing know the rules, and know what is possible and impossible. YOU DO NOT. AND YOU SHOULD NOT. The rules on what is possible and impossible in the arts were made by people who had not tested the bounds of the possible by going beyond them. AND YOU CAN. If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do. And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again. Yet.'

– Neil Gaiman.

Loving the idea of earth cryptids/folklore monsters being real only the humans have no idea until after first contact.

Кстати, Лорд Витинари, верховный правитель Анк-Морпорка, очень любил музыку.

Людям страшно хотелось узнать, какая именно музыка могла привлечь такого человека. Заформализованная камерная музыка, может быть? Или громомечущие оперы?

На самом же деле он предпочитал стиль, исключающий исполнение. Любое исполнение, полагал он, подвергает музыку издевательствам, заключая её в высушенные шкуры, останки дохлых кошек и куски металла, расплющивает её в проволоку и трубки. Она должна оставаться на бумаге, в виде рядов маленьких точек и крючков, аккуратно сидящих на линейке. Только в таком виде она чиста. Она начинает гнить сразу же как только люди дотрагиваются до неё.

Куда лучше спокойно сидеть в комнате и читать ноты — ничто не встаёт между тобой и замыслом композитора, кроме росчерков пера. Слушать её в исполнении потных жирных мужиков, у которых из ушей растут волосы, а с гобоев капает слюна… сама мысль об этом вызывала у него содрогание. Хотя и не очень сильное, поскольку он никогда и ничего не доводил до крайности.

(«Ро ́ковая музыка», Терри Пратчетт)

Besides, Lord Vetinari, the supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, rather liked music.

People wondered what sort of music would appeal to such a man. Highly formalized chamber music, possibly, or thunder-and-lightning opera scores.

In fact the kind of music he really liked was the kind that never got played. It ruined music, in his opinion, to torment it by involving it on dried skins, bits of dead cat, and lumps of metal hammered into wires and tubes. It ought to stay written down, on the page, in rows of little dots and crotchets all neatly caught between lines. Only there was it pure. It was when people started doing things with it that the rot set in. Much better to sit quietly in a room and read the sheets, with nothing between yourself and the mind of the composer but a scribble of ink. Having it played by sweaty fat men and people with hair in their ears and spit dribbling out of the end of their oboe… well, the idea made him shudder. Although not much, because he never did anything to extremes.

-Soul Music, Terry Pratchett

Nice!

Loving the idea of earth cryptids/folklore monsters being real only the humans have no idea until after first contact.

Clark never felt pain until after he became Superman.

My super advanced mapmaking technique - a handful of dice makes the map nice

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