flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
In case you wondered whether I’ll be attempting any sort of historical accuracy with this thing, NOPE. I shall show a merry disregard for fact whenever it is inconvenient to what I feel like drawing. Also, I shall make up oldy-timey spellings whenever and however I want, although that basically is accurate since spelling in English wasn’t codified until the 1780s at the earliest. See, kids? You don’t suck at spelling, you’re just historically accurate.
Great, now the English teachers hate me too.
True story, though – most of the books I had when I was first fluently reading were by British or Canadian authors, and I learned to spell by reading. So if you’ve ever wondered if I’m just a pompous Anglophile whenever you spot a stray U or X or whatever, the answer is yes, a little bit, but not about that. I just have to specifically think about it to use American spellings because that’s not what I see in my head. One of the many memories I have of my mom heading down to the school to correct an injustice is the first time I got marked down on a spelling test for ‘colour’ because maybe it’s not how it was spelled on the study sheet, but it was RIGHT, damn it.
Also, do you guys see words in your head when you spell them? Like, typed on paper in an actual font and all? How common is that?
I keep having the sick impulse to make things rhyme, but no, dumbass, that’s how you end up crying over a hundred pages of sonnet or iambs or something else stupid. STOP MAKING THINGS HARDER.
Places to buy stuff!
Did I miss something? I think that’s everything.
What’s making me happy this week: