Strong coffee and sachima in the afternoon to accompany it- what could be a nicer little snack than that?
I just looked up “sachima”. Looks and sounds yummy!
Finished reading The Cheese and The Worms, which is about a 16th century Italian miller who would apparently just not shut up about his, uh, unconventional religious beliefs, such as that the world was, in the beginning, chaos mixed of equal parts earth, water, fire and air, and that eventually this congealed in a bulk, like cheese out of milk, and from this bulk emerged angels, like worms in cheese, and among the creatures one was named God.
Anyways he was feuding with a priest and sort of lowkey telling peasants that God was in the substance of the world and the physical world was God and that the Church was corrupt and a racket and eventually the Inquisition got called on him. When the inquisitor showed up he did not roll over. Instead he decided that now was a great time to expound, at length, of the nature of divinity, and such fine topics as whether the Virgin Mary was, in fact, Virgin, or the exact nature of life after death. To the inquisitor. In court. While the stenographer (or, scribe, I suppose?) wrote down a transcript of the entire proceedings.
This was unwise; he was declared guilty, imprisoned for a couple of years, and sentenced to wear a special vest for heretics - but he did, eventually, get out. Many years later, he appears to have returned to his old ways, and some people filed some complaints about him and eventually the complaints reached Rome and the Inquisition came back and sentenced him to death.
Okay so his story doesn’t really have a fun ending but the book is a fascinating work of microhistory. I don’t really trust its tendency to attribute the miller’s sometimes baffling theological positions to a nebulously defined “popular culture” but it’s a fun read if that seems like your kind of thing. There’s a wonderful part of the book that’s just a quote of a conversation between the miller and the inquisitor you can sort of feel the inquisitor’s bafflement through the pages, like he’s looking at this guy and going “Where did you even get these bizarre theological stances?”
I’ve always found it fascinating* when one religion calls out another for having wrong beliefs about the supernatural.
(*for an undefined but ironymeter-breaking** measure of “fascinating”)
(**ironymeter-breaking in the best of cases; deeply scary in more extreme instances)
I got a haircut, which was nice.
Pinkz mentioned a song and sent me a link and it shocked me because I have heard it before, but had totally forgot that it existed.
The context of the memory is that me and my dad danced at a wedding to it- (I was very young and couldn’t dance then, or now, so I just stood on top of his dress shoes while he spun around).
It was the same wedding that I tried a rum chocolate for the first time and realized they’re disgusting: but because my papa doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, the treats he’s liked, I’ve always hated- so in my silly little kid brain I decided “Oh these are disgusting. Dad will love them.”
He was carrying me home afterwards- (he was wearing a hideous satin finish shirt, I remember that because I distinctly remember he didn’t wear a tie when we danced, because he had given it to me to LARP princess-pirates with the other kids at the wedding with, and his suit jacket was draped on the back of his chair) and the pathway was gravel, so he was a little unsteady on his feet. I’d been given a small decorative purse for the wedding, and it was when he was stumbling a bit that he fumbled at the purse to not drop it?
And he was surprised to feel stuff inside, (since he knew it had been empty when I arrived there) so he asked me, like, “What on earth do you have in your purse princess?” and I’d just kind of slapped my sticky hands palm side against his face and very seriously, and very sleepily, leaned in so our noses were touching and whispered “Treats for you. They’re yucky.”
He opened it up with some alarm, wondering what on earth I’d put inside, (I had a penchant in this time of my life for squirrelling away cool rocks, beads, teddybear counters, glass pebbles, keys, bottle caps, things a crow might collect, basically) and laughed so hard he almost dropped me when he realized I’d swiped like, 8 or 9ish rum chocolates (enough to fill the purse) off of people’s abandoned plates (they weren’t popular with the other guests either, they were pretty vile) and intended to give them to him as treaties.
The idea for a shitpost in a tabletop game finally inspired me to dig out my drawing tablet again and try to sketch it out. I still can’t get the hang of modifying the line weights, but the idea comes across!
The street stall vendor today had offered me my change back with a gruff ‘it’s too much’ and it was really lovely to see how his face lit up and he exclaimed ‘God bless you!’ when I insisted he keep it as a tip.
Also, the fire alarm rang, but I was a very brave little meowmeow and scampered out of the building unharmed.
I got a new water bottle (mine broke today, so sad, but I found an adorable one with the same little kitty that’s insulated and has a cute fuzzy carrier with straps like a purse!) and a popsocket set- I put the pink version of the Hello Kitty with a heart on her cheek on my phone, it’s in the ring style, and it’s lovely. Really covers up most of the scruffed damage on it- the other magnetic one I have’ll go when I order in the new kitty case over the summer.
Also got some new stationery bits for letters to my friends this summer, and a yellow journal for happythoughts.
Haven’t been feeling like myself lately, but Friday is pretzel day, so I got some prezel buns and will put some goat cheese and honey in there for lunch.
Also the French Community is doing a jam where each participant get assigned to a random theme and IF program to create a game (La Sens Dessus Dessous). I was given Adventuron.
It’d be great to see another French game in Adventuron! Paravaariar wrote a guide about it if you haven’t seen it already.
Hhaha we were talking about it with him on the French Discord this morning too
It’s already bookmarked!
In three hours I’m on vacation at home for nine days straight and plan to spend most of it writing a text adventure!
The goat cheese-honey-prezel bun combo was delicious. I sliced the bun in two, spread some goat cheese (it had herbs in there) and drizzled some honey, then put the whole thing in the oven for a few minutes. It was worth almost burning my tongue.
On the topic of random IF related finds that I dove into on a whim- I found this(?) (unsure of how legitimate it is, it’s just some random PDF) interview with Jacqueline Ashwell back when she was running the IFComp for the first time.
I’ve been reading through some of the Club Floyd transcripts and giggling over some of the commentary. Here’s some of my favourite moments:
Lol I feel attacked, though these are all fair critiques!
(Like I love the word recondite because it’s an obscure way to say “obscure”!)
Your pretzel sounds very close to perfect. A small sprinkling of chunkily crushed walnuts or almonds would have lifted it that one last notch.
Gosh Mike, I didn’t know you were personally responsible for making bees go extinct! Looks like the gardener meowmeows on the forums will have much to discuss… (Picture me shaking my head ruefully while writing down some notes on the back of my pink kitten binder.)
Very little silly, small aside:
I’ve been digging around to find more reading material related to the IFComp (asides from most of the postmortems, which I’ve long since devoured) and decided I should check out the IFComp tag on Tumblr.
Imagine my delight when I recognized a whole bunch of the faces in the tag. Little meowmeow friends…!
I think I have found the code to fix all my scrolling issue in my SpringThing entry
Now to copy paste for all commands and test it…
EDIT: IT FREAKIN WORKS ;-; im so happy
now to fix 6 more passages…