Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?
My friend you’re not wrong
About Homer’s wine-ey sea!
Colours are a matter
Of cultural contingency;
Words are in flux
And meanings they drift
But the word purple
You’ve given short shrift.
The concept of purple,
My friends, is old
And refers to a pigment
once precious as gold.
By crushing up molluscs
From the wine-dark sea
You make a dye:
Imperial decree
Meant that in Rome,
to wear purpura
was a privilege reserved
For only the emperor!
The word ‘purple’,
for clothes so fancy,
Entered English
By the ninth century
.
Why then are voilets
Not purple in song?
The dye from this mollusc,
known for so long
Is almost magenta;
More red than blue.
The concept of purple
is old, and yet new.
The dye is red,
So this might be true:
Roses are purple
And violets are blue
.
While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
What she says: I’m fine
What she means: I love you so much and I want to declare it to the world but public extreme expressions of love short of marriage proposals are looked down upon or made fun of by society and I’m worried people are going to judge me but I’m content being by your side because there’s nothing I love more
you: I love you me, and intellectual: I love you unconditionally and the fact that I see myself as more intuitive does not change that at all, and, in fact, sometimes enhances my love for you
Did you know that I will climb nearly 90 degree angles to announce my deep love for you from the top of the highest mountains. Because I crave that affection.
Me, on a date: how do you feel about wholesome memes? My date: I love them so much as it is my deepest desire to have that kind of connection with someone Me: *pulling breadsticks out of my purse* I stole these from Olive Garden and want to share them with you
Come one guys join in on this In case you haven’t noticed this whole meme is already a wholesome version of a past meme, the “what will be the first meme of 2015” meme So this meme is a meme of itself
I came out here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so loved and supported right now.
this kind of wholesome subversion of memes looks like a lot of
fun
jewishbookwyrm: i have made a wholesome meme tumblr: you fixed a really bad trend is what you did. look at it. it’s got love and support.
are we doing loving memes?
friends, we might be
“Tumblr a pit of hate and despair” factoid is incorrect. Wholesome Georg, who posts support and friendship from a cave is representative adn should be counted.
maybe the real wholesome memes were the friends we made along the way
Tag yourself I’m wholesome subversion of memes
2017 but every time I love and support my friends it gets faster
I awake in the morning
mind: refreshed
heart: open
friends: online
I am forcibly removed from loneliness and isolation.
You: Good morning!
Gandalf, an intellectual: Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?
Either there are flying bears or there are going to be.
Let’s see, I’m writing, doing magic and irritating some mortal named Dagwood. 🙂
I’m the king of the Roman Gods, so……..
Well, there’s butter and I’m sketching it
I’m a magical dog or something I guess? idk
Dream. Come. True. I’m a pirate in a fantasy setting. Where piracy is actually kind of fun and not at all horrible.
….My blood glows? I have no idea how you turn that into a job…Living glowstick? I guess people could rent me out for spelunking or raves?
im simply fab.
Uh… I fly around and suck people’s blood. And not in the fun sexy vampire way. More in the horrible bat mosquito abomination way.
Uh… do I get a geiger counter?
I’m looking forward to that first day of work.
It does not go well.
I do not know where I am. I do not know what I am to be doing. Everyone is confused.
I am in tharook’s boat. Apparently we are in a boat. We still do no what we are to be doing or even whether we are meant to stay in the boat.
Are we meant to be in a boat? Is it our boat? Are we the crew of this boat? Who knows.
Sagas. Axes. Goats.
I’m a star. Well, actually a collection of 3 stars– Alpha Centauri A, Alpha Centauri B, and Proxima Centauri (Alpha Centauri C). The brightest “star” in the constellation Centaurus. I burn brightly deep in the void of space and you can only see me if you’re below 29˚ latitude.
I’m a witch, most likely I’ll curse out loud and realise it afterwards. That leaves me working out some awesome anti-curses since I’m quite forgetful with my language and I’d like my curses to be well meant and not just on random. “Oh, you asshole.” “Oh dear, what have I done…”
I chronicle the full moon. And werewolves. Probably I’m an astronomer or someone who studies the effect on the full moon on werewolves. Which would be damn cool. Maybe I am a werewolf. That would be even cooler.
…
Hang around here next full moon. I actually do write about it.
I’m a hella clever and fierce (and let’s not forget brave af) marauder whose goal is mischief.
And, who may or may not have a furry little problem.
Now where did I put that map….
…am I a comedian at aquariums?
Investigative work. I’m getting cops fired and put in jail left and right…
im a cute musician…
IT’S RAININ HUNNEDS…THROW SOME MO
Mad food scientist. Which… was kind of the idea at the time.
Building whisky glasses? Getting too drunk to fix Door Locks? And falling over, effectively, on customers lawns? Where, I suppose, I’d be sleeping it off.
Seriously? I got nothin.
Hmmm. Professional research volunteer? Because apparently I’m in a sensory deprivation tank.
6. When did you get your first cell phone? What was it like? (Did it have a screen? Could you text? Was it a brick or flip?)
I got my first cellphone in… 1997. My ex’s work gave him 2 and so I got the other one. Most people I knew did not have cell phones. Instead, we relied on those little wallet-sized pagers with a ring repertoire of a newly hatched screech owl. My first cell was a Motorola. It was neither a brick nor a flip, but kind of an unnatural hybrid combo thereof:
Reception was for shit. It had a battery life of a gnat. And let me tell you, your conversations were short out of necessity. 2/3rds of it was battery. You could fry an egg on that thing if it was on for more than 20 minutes. You knew if someone had been on the phone because their ear was bright red.
15. Did you or your family own a Betamax?
I did not. By the time VHS/Betamax war was hot and heavy, I was already in college. My family were early computer adopters, but slow to adopt TV innovations.
My early computer history is more interesting. My dad is one of the original computer nerds. He bought a TRS-80 (Tandy-Radioshack 1980) one Xmas.
See those black slot-like accoutrements on the right side? They may look like floppy disk slots, but they are not. No. The only way to play a computer game was to get a BOOK and TYPE in the BASIC program LINE by LINE into the computer, and save it to a cassette recorder. One of these:
Now, I want you to imagine the tape slooooooowly unspooling as it loads your game into your computer’s memory and never ever complain about how slow your computer is ever again.
The upside is that you inevitably made typos when you were transcribing your 4 page computer game. So, you got good at programming in BASIC, too. It made coding incredibly accessible.
Imagine a day when college students were intimidated by computers. Let me repeat that: College students. Were intimidated. by computers. I taught advance stats and programming when I was in grad school. The very first thing I did on the first day of class was take the students all down to the computer lab and make them push random buttons until they had locked themselves up with errors… and then figure their way out of it. We had a lot of fun, and learned a lot about how the operating systems worked.
Hearseeno 