



This… is the most confusing message I’ve ever gotten but I’ll try to answer it to the best of my ability…? I know it’s related to this post but I don’t know why you’re asking me about jaw bones specifically and why they would grow legs… anyhow –
I think generally speaking, many animals that have a jaw bone would also be able to grow legs or something that closely resembles legs. If you count fins and other appendages, sure, then jaws would definitely grow legs, I don’t know why that makes me a dumbass though. I’m not a zoologist so I’m unsure about certain invertebrates like worms that might (??) have jaws or jaw-like mouth areas but definitely no legs…
So bottom line – yes, “jaws might grow legs in certain cases” – did… did that help?
I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED THAT JAWS REFERS TO A MOVIE THAT I KNOW AS “THE WHITE SHARK” IN MY NATIVE LANGUAGE AND THAT ANON WAS NOT, INDEED, ASKING ME ABOUT JAW BONES
This… is the most confusing message I’ve ever gotten but I’ll try to answer it to the best of my ability…? I know it’s related to this post but I don’t know why you’re asking me about jaw bones specifically and why they would grow legs… anyhow –
I think generally speaking, many animals that have a jaw bone would also be able to grow legs or something that closely resembles legs. If you count fins and other appendages, sure, then jaws would definitely grow legs, I don’t know why that makes me a dumbass though. I’m not a zoologist so I’m unsure about certain invertebrates like worms that might (??) have jaws or jaw-like mouth areas but definitely no legs…
So bottom line – yes, “jaws might grow legs in certain cases” – did… did that help?
wrong. I didn’t finish evangelion, evangelion finished me
I can’t help but applaud you for the courage of even thinking of seriously comparing the oscars to eurovision but if you actually believe that the sum of all movies ever nominated and honoured at the oscars could compare to the drama, the extravaganza, the sheer overflowing theatrical peak of artistic glitter madness that one (1) act of eurovision alone brings to the stage, then neither science nor witchcraft can help you.
I have two episodes left, everything went to hell, all love is dead and I just do not think that this can get any worse in any possible way.
update: I now have an existential crisis, thanks
I have two episodes left, everything went to hell, all love is dead and I just do not think that this can get any worse in any possible way.
I’ve had this ask in my inbox for more than a week, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be finding a non-overwhelmed reply anytime soon, so I’ll answer like this.
I want to say –
– it’s words like these that can mean the world. It doesn’t matter how insignificant you think they are. They arrive at a creator’s physical and mental address, always do.
– it’s words like these that artists, writers, creators think about before bed, during the darkest and most own-work-hating hours, when no line or word or anything seems in place.
– I personally think that if a creative work makes you feel or think something, it’s amazing. If it manages to do both, it’s brilliant. And when the creator receives feedback on what their work did to someone else?
It feels as if, for that little precious moment, the world is alright and your work shakes the universe at least once – and a tiny bit wonderful, even.
Ah… you could never get me to pick a favourite book, I believe. There are too many wonderful books in the world for that. I can recommend you a bit of what I read recently (i.e. over the past two years) as well as one of my all-time idolized authors: Walter Moers. He’s German, but the books are available in English, though I don’t know how good the translation is. Start with
The 13 1⁄2 Lives of Captain Bluebear or The City of Dreaming Books. Then, read everything. Do it. Honestly. Just. This author changed not my life, but something more important: They way I write.
Otherwise (and this is a wild, wild mix of genres and themes):
Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (started)
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (started)
The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater
Nothing by Janne Teller
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind
The Sandman by E.T.A. Hoffmann (short story)
Momo by Michael Ende
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
Inkheart by Cornelia Funke
Howl’s Moving Castle – Diana Wynne Jones
The Wave by Morton Rhue
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World by Haruki Murakami (just started this but loving it already)
As you can see, I’m reading a lot of classics right now, so I apologize if this is all literature you’ve read before. Maybe this was helpful? Enjoy!
What the UK calls bread is not what I call bread. To my friends’ endless amusement, I’ve taken to naming it “untoasted toast” because that is exactly what the consistency, colour and structural stability are like. Only that it doesn’t even taste like toast if you toast it, but it’s the best name I’ve got.
Also – German bread is strong enough to hold an entire box of cherry tomatoes on top of it when you’re putting your groceries into your bag. It has muscles. It has war in its whole grained veins. British bread isn’t even strong enough to hold itself, how is it supposed to hold you in your darkest, hungriest hours?