Arts + Entertainment
The central nexus for all things film, gaming, art, and music.
- Top Story - November 2023
Best Writing Advice Ever
The best advice for academic writing I ever received was from my advertising and social science research professor at Kansas State University Dr. Carol J. Pardun back in 1995:
Lana V LynxPublished 6 months ago in Writers Hard work compels respect
This should go without saying but it does fly over our heads sometimes. If I were to ask you about the people you respect the most, you would probably think of your parents or the wealthiest persons you know, not necessrily because of the wealth they have but rather because deep down you acknowledge all the hard work they put in to get to where they are. While on the other hand the people you respect the least would be persons who either inherited their wealth or who aren't wealthy at all. So is respect just a product of hardwork or is there more to it?
To Quote the Dead Kennedys
"Jigger of formaldehyde," Up my ass, Like a rectal suppository... (Farts in the breeze.) --Okay, so I can't write a fucking haiku, what's it to ya'?
Competitive Tarkov Shouldn't Be a Thing
Tarkov is a naturally competitive game. With the stakes being so high each raid, it only makes sense that one might become relatively “passionate” about whether you survive raids, kill another player or boss; it’s eat or be eaten in the world of Tarkov. However, what tends to cross a line for myself personally is when the game gets put into an actual competitive scenario. Where money and potential reputation is put on the line. Here, we begin to see the problems of Tarkov stretched to their absolute limits; everything that can go wrong with the game bubbles up to the surface for thousands of people to see. There is a reason why the meme of “E-Sports Ready” exists; this game in its current state should never be played for money. It’s so impractical. Even if there are tons of fun to be had; it just doesn’t make sense for people to spend time and effort sweating in a tournament setting where all the randomness of Tarkov that we normally enjoy, can blow back in your face and cost you potentially real-world currency. Maybe I’m being a little hyperbolic with this; if there isn’t any money on the line, and it’s just people coming together to play Tarkov at a high level, then there isn’t an issue with that at all. But when money is added, it can become a toxic cesspool of the games glaring issues coming to a head. So, please join me as we discuss why competitive Tarkov shouldn’t exist in its current format. And be sure to subscribe for future videos.
Tataski's Final Testimony
In the Western United States, Asian families were doing well back in the last century. Before equal rights and before Civil Rights, there were Asian families that were making more than White Americans. They would come from working on the trains in 19th Century to making profitable businesses. Some of them were becoming millionaires. And Tataski was one of them, he was from generations of hard-working Americans. He was a proud Asian American. He loved his country and his relatives fought for the country since the Civil War. His family became rich off of their many businesses and franchises in the city and across the West. But there was one thing Tataski wanted was equality. He wanted his children and his family to receive the same privileges as White people. And his family agreed to his pursuit in order to protect their wealth. They wanted to have the same freedoms as White people. So their family hired a lawyer and sued in Court.
Matthew PrimousPublished 6 months ago in WritersOrlleo & Penelope
Well before the Civil War freed all enslaved people. There were people buying their freedom. There were slaves who master let them go. There were freedmen who paid the widow of their master to become free. I was one of them Orlleo. All my youth I gave to the system. All my strength and all my life, I was mostly enslaved. My parents came from Africa. And I was purchased at conception. Master attained about three hundred slaves. And I am one of the youngest when I was born. It happened after I raised a family. After I worked most of my life. That master died and his widow fell unto hard times. She could not afford all the slaves that she had and so it was lawful to give them their freedom. My plan was to first get my freedom then to free the rest of my family. So I told the miss that I would make a deal for my freedom. I would work for three more months and I will be freed from her. And she agreed and made a contract and she gave me my freedom papers dated on the time I could leave. So I was happy working for my freedom. I did more work than I ever because I knew freedom was coming. And I kept up. The widow came to remind me Orlleo you worked hard enough. I decided to let you and the rest of your family go. I took all the papers and shook her hand strongly. And that night we left.
Matthew PrimousPublished 6 months ago in WritersHow to raise funds for your project
When you have a project, that wonderful idea in your mind you would like to see come to life, then there are a couple of things you need to do in order to raise the funds necessary to make this happen. Every project requires some form of investment be it; time, finances, intellect or even just patience. It’s easy to get disillusioned by how good our project is that we forget to follow the steps necessary to ensure that our project thrives and survives. Keep in mind that there are great ideas which have failed in the past over just simple mistakes, and not all the ideas out there which are working are the best. There are still people who use pen and paper for all of their transactions, despite the fact that we’ve had computers for decades.
The Laundress
Betsy liked her job as a laundress working in the Doctor’s hotel. Nothing was better than removing a stain from a pure white bedsheet or being able to scrub an antique Persian rub until it looked brand new. She took real pride in her work and would do no less than 110% in any laundry she worked for.
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in Fiction