we’re taking a group of people who have insider knowledge of the English language (or at least a good grasp of it) and placing them in a new, unfamiliar, virtual space. This space introduces visual aids to language in the form of photos and gifs, the ability to comment on someone else’s text in a reblog and the ability to communicate a lot of information in very few words using hashtags. We also see the creation of tone in a toneless medium. In order to simulate conversational patterns in writing we SHOUT WHEN WE’RE SUPER EXCITED or *psssst whisper when we’re pretending to tell someone a secret while perfectly aware that anyone on the internet can read what we’re saying.* slash the coolest bit tho is that u can like ironically forgo all capitalization and punctuation just write in a weird speech pattern its ok everyone will still understand maybe it even helps read the text more quickly because nothing is interrupting the flow of words
In short, this dialect results when people who already share a language are given new tools. The result isn’t a butchering of English language but a creative experiment with it. Am I claiming that the Internet as a whole is operating on a level of postmodernism that would make Joseph Heller, Kurt Vonnegut and Thomas Pynchon seem like novices? maybe i am maybe im not u punk wut of it like who r u to tell me otherwise
I can’t read Glee fic that takes place or mentions Kings Island.
Once you’ve thrown up at a place, it’s hard to imagine it as a place of romance or intrigue or whatever else.
For real though, I used to have season passes there. Fandom version of Ohio…
I loved King’s Island as a kid! We used to take Sunday school field trips there…I…don’t know why. After I moved to northeastern part of Ohio, no-one really cared about it though. In high school we always went to Cedar Point in groups for the day after Prom and things. And we all had season passes to Geauga Lake, and even after it became Six Flags. Every year. From like, sixth grade on.
Shout out to anyone who knows what the fuck Pioneer Waterland is, because shit, that lazy river was my jam.
It all comes from ignorance and I think if those people were subject to the hurtful words they throw around on the internet, they would change their tune. There are actual human beings sitting on the other end of that cable that connects us all. I know what I am and I certainly know what I’m not. x
I got an email a few weeks back letting me know that I’ve had my tumblr for four years. Today - because the radiator is broken in my office, and it’s like a sauna in here, so I need a distraction - I went back to the first page of my blog and am looking through it.
My, how some things have stayed the same while other things have changed so so much.