This reply is pretty gghful. But not completely.
ggh wrote:Not so fast, Mr. AotC! From the perspective of a storyteller, what made the GLR take the Time to draw those frames?
"Because they were there."
No, wait - that's not right.
"Because they weren't there!"
Well, that's not right either. But I think I've stumbled onto the secret of Gingercat.
At this point in the story, the Cuegan have been brought to and left alone with the Grand High Council, who will decide what to do with them. They are "from the sea" - is that one of the enemy territories? Was there a war, and that's why "the sea" is so berift of people? They could be executed, enslaved, celebrated, fed to molpies, used for medical experiments, who knows? Are the Cuegan armed? Spies? Is this the TSA of the 130 and a hafth century?
So, "[give me] your bags" could be seen (by the Cuegan) as subjugative, but is then revealed as an act of kindness. Sort of. "You can put your bags down if you like" is probably a bit too complex to utter at this point, and keeping herself between the Cuegan and their armaments is just a good idea (though she should have probably done that while the other Beanies were there).
But also, by putting the bags further into the castle, it is an invitation. If somebody comes to your home, and you hang their coat in the closet (as opposed to draping it over the nearest chair), you are inviting them in. I think that's what's actually
happening, although we don't know it yet. This will become their new home (if Rosetta has her way). Rosetta knows what she's about to tell them; they don't. Rosetta knows that this may take a while.
So, it raises the suspense a bit, but ultimately (and quickly) reveals Rosetta as a gracious host, not an adversary. It also sets the stage for "big news"... kind of like "I think you'd better sit down before I tell you".
And, when it's time to RUN, the packs are pretty close by. Yes, they have to get past her, but she's not expecting it, she's not
treating them as hostile and isn't defensive, and snatching them is quite quick.
Also, considering the number of very similar (to each other) frames the One True Author has penned in his quest to have us Wait For It, this is not at all out of character.
ggh wrote:Right then. I think I'd still like to hear the story. Would I?
addams wrote:I would.
I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
ggh wrote:So true. All of it. (Except the part about 6am. The new day starts that moment when you know in your heart that you don't get to sleep. For me, that usually coincided with the taking of the morning shower, or that conscious skipping of same.)
One can define the boundary individually, of course, but for a more universal definition I fell on the moment in time (in college) when most people are in coma. I figured that if you're up after 6am, you're not going to bed until the next sunset. If you're up before 6am, you were probably pulling an all-nighter. And 6am is a curvilinear number, so there's no danger of raptors. 7 obviously wouldn't work, and 5 is right out.
ggh wrote:I think I'm relieved by your answer, taixzo; I'd feel really bad if I could have helped the beanies but failed to. They were pretty awesomeful.
Are we perhaps projecting ourselves too much into these stories?
Now where is
BlitzGirl? Or does Zooman
perhaps need to Sprinkle something here too?
thunk wrote:This one is just the same nonsensical word combo as most Vital Hotdog Function suggestions.
Nonsensical? Do we need to get the chocolate?
ggh wrote:I started to read that and first thought, oh no, this is real, before realising, yes, it's a joke article.
Are you sure? Don't joke articles have to comply with public law 36-2321 subsection g? (*) (requiring a registration as a (I forget the legal term for "joke article provider"), and a reference to their registration number somewhere in the article? This is like a byline, but it needn't be displayed at the top (that would kindof spoil the effect).
(*)I might have the number wrong, but I remember it having lots of three-related numbers in it. To this day I remember the phone number of my high school girlfriend because of similar numerology, but can't remember a phone number I was just told five minutes ago.
karhell wrote:I'm not sure whether there was actually a consensus about the method of delivery.
Amazone? (Amazon drone)
Steakish badge svenman
- you've certainly earned it!
azule wrote:So, I egosearched my name
Can you egosearch somebody else's name?
! We're all pretty irregular too - drop in any Time you like.
NotAllThere wrote:I remember when Time began.
What was it like for you? And (for SCIENCE!) were you dead at the time? We may have stumbled onto a new phenomenon, like the Huggs Boson (it's what gives romantic encounters their weight)
ggh wrote: Remember though, a lot of those views are bots.
Aren't we all bots?
ggh wrote:I couldn't land reliably on the one diminished chord I used, so I stuck a piece of felt on the button to help my fingers find it quickly. Is there a special term of mockery for folks who do that?
"Clever". Nothing wrong with it at all. Many instruments come with pre-printed markings and such for key placements; nothing crutchy about using them, or expanding the set.
Gingercat wrote:I'm going to hide in my box.
Hope your mustard resolves! Feel free to tunnel out any time you like - you can do that as long as nobody sees you until you've tunneled back, and then there's this mysterious Gingerpost which, since we know exactly where it is, can't tell when it was made.
Gingercat wrote:Wake me up when September ends.
Neil_Boekend wrote:The effect is reversed if the bus is dead.
So.... I can recreate people by throwing nonworking memory cards at a cemetary? This new learning amazes me!
Neil_Boekend wrote:My posting process: I write an extensive post, then anxiety sets in and I think it's stupid and decide not to post it. Next day, same thing.
Sometimes I come across something I want to respond to but which will take some thought. I put it off... but then don't respond to other things because I don't want to have skipped the thing I want to think about.... and it cascades into either a seaish post (like this one) or a virtual post (one I've posted merely in my mind). Unfortunately, my mind has lots of empty space to hold these posts, but too thick a skull to allow them to tunnel out reliably.
And somewhere in this reketchup, I missed rereading about JuneBug
's upcoming audition - but I remember reading about it originally. Just go for it! What's the worst that could happen?
Well, ok, you could be drawn and quartered, burned at the stake, chopped up into little bits and fed to raptors. But that's not so bad, is it? You've survived the Voldeframe - you can handle anything!