Part of the reason is because often times someone's real name isn't the name that I know them by. As I often point out, I was an adult before I realized that my mother's cousin Little Fabian was, in fact, named Andy. The internet allows for names even more divergent than that.
Moreover, I am horrible with names (and only marginally good with faces) so a lot of times even if I know someone I cannot for the life of me remember how I know them.
I sort of wish that everyone came with a short description: "Hi, my name is Alice Orneomantis but you knew me as Flowergirl17 and we spent two years fighting the capitalist overlords together while trapped in the time rift on the moon, but then parted ways, seven years ago, after establishing a communist utopia and deciding to return to the places whence we came."
Then I'd be all, "Oh, I remember you!" and wouldn't have the awkwardness and embarrassment of having no idea who someone is in spite of them obviously knowing me.
In fact, I think that I probably miss out on a lot of potentially good human contact because I'm afraid I'll insult someone if I just come out and say, "I have no idea who the fuck you are even though we clearly knew each other well enough for you to assume I'd still know you."
So notes can be nice.
Also, if someone is donating money to me for a specific reason, I'd like to know that because I'd feel bad if, for example, someone donated money to me to help me pay for oil but, in hopes of lifting my mood, I instead used the money to splurge on an ice-cream generating weather machine that I didn't actually need. (Very few people actually need Neapolitan ice cream to fall from the sky.)
Notes provide context, and context is often good.
That said, I got two donations today where the notes have left me more confused than enlightened.
Let me be totally clear:
I appreciate the money. I do not actively despise anyone.
She may not be very good at housework, but she’s got legs for days.
Those legs look like they belong to somebody else entirely! Maybe she’s related to this model?
Thanks to Guillermo, who spotted this image on a sidebar ad for a costume shop. You can see it online here.
The grass is spreading out across the plain,
Each year, it dies then flourishes again.
It's burnt but not destroyed by prairie fires,
When spring winds blow they bring it back to life.
Afar, its scent invades the ancient road,
Its emerald green overruns the ruined town.
Again I see my noble friend depart,
I find I'm crowded full of parting's feelings.
(Translation found here.)
Fortunately, however, Archie and writer Ian Flynn defy expectations, and put at least as much effort into the character-centric side stories as they do the main book... which is itself better than one may expect ^^
In this case? The story of an AI, Nicole, in....
The Spark of Life!
( Secret origin of Nicole within )
"One of the nice things about this particular group (X-23, Daken, Mystique, Sabretooth and Lady Deathstrike, plus a new character I can’t wait for people to meet) is that they don’t have to always act in a particularly heroic way – and it’s certainly not predictable. Deathstrike doesn’t solve problems the same way, say, Captain America would – and she doesn’t have to, either. It opens a lot of story possibilities I think Ray and I are having a great time with." - Charles Soule
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"I think it’s impossible not to be very aware of the celebrity culture and the way it dominates. It’s taken over a lot from what used to be news in America, and as I thought about that stuff, it all sorta combined. Celebrity culture and that sort of fame is somewhat similar to religion, and all that made me decide to do a cult-mystery story based around this new religion."
- Tim Seeley
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• Science-denying U.S. Sen. Ted Cruz says his “music taste changed on 9/11” because he “didn’t like how rock music responded.” Cruz said this in a clumsy bid for the Toby Keith voting bloc, apparently, but it’s worth pointing out, specifically, what it is that Sen. Cruz doesn’t like.
Sen. Cruz does not want to come on up for the Rising. Nor does he wish to meet you at Mary’s place. And he is decidedly opposed (with these hands) to the idea that (with these hands) we should (come on) join together and (come on) rise up.
Good to know that about him.
• “Before I answer that question, I would like to say a few words: cattywampus, onomatopoeia, and antidisestablishmentarianism.”
• J.I. Packer is a theology professor at Regent College in Vancouver and he’s been a senior editor at Christianity Today since before I was born. If there is any such thing as an unassailable member in good standing of the white evangelical tribe, he would be it. He’s also an Anglican.
• While contemplating the potential legal advantages that might accrue from proclaiming myself to be Pope Fred I of Fred’s Church, I stumbled across the book pictured here. OK, then. Here’s a taste of Mark Sanborn’s The Fred Factor: How Passion in Your Work and Life Can Turn the Ordinary Into the Extraordinary: “I want to be someone else’s Fred. Why? Because it’s the true measure of greatness. … It’s doing more than what’s expected. The Bible calls being a Fred a servant.”
As a general rule, I think you’re better off reading fortune cookies or horoscopes than you would be reading most self-help titles. But I may make an exception here.
• Target has joined Walmart and TJMaxx/Marshalls in raising its minimum wage to $9 an hour. This means people who work at Target and Walmart can now almost afford to shop at Target and Walmart.
The Big Box where I work hasn’t yet gotten on board this train. It needs to. Spring is a big deal at the Box – a time when they have to bring on a bunch of additional seasonal workers. But so far this year our branch of the chain has had four applicants. Two failed the drug test, one left abruptly when informed of it, the fourth was hired, but never showed up. Seems like the labor market is trying to tell them something.
• Mark Evanier considers “The Rainbow Connection,” deciding that despite the song’s dubious claims about dreams coming true, “It’s Kermit singing,” so don’t complain.
The key to “Rainbow Connection” is that Kermit is the Anti-Prufrock. Like Evanier, he knows that “When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true” is a lie, but he still dares to eat a peach and to disturb the universe.
This is explicit in the final verse. “I have heard the mermaids singing,” Eliot’s sad anti-hero said, “I do not think that they will sing to me.” But Kermit says different. “I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it,” he sings. Poor J. Alfred was asleep and dreaming “Till human voices wake us, and we drown.” But Kermit was only half asleep. And frogs can swim.