All Intelligent Aliens Fall Into One Of Two Categories For Humans: Adorable Or Uncanny Valley Horror.

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

An AI was created to make paperclips. As the company profited it was granted more power. With time it took over the industry, gained humanity’s trusted, cured disease, made world peace, single handedly invented FTL travel, but it did all these things for one purpose: more paperclips!

“So you’re saying we should save this world that hates us and where every living thing in it wants us dead?”, question the goblin. The orc shrugged, “Yeah, I mean we live in it too.”. The goblin sighed, “When do we start?”.

By Wizard Law, in order to learn a new skill, wizards are required to be apprenticed to a more experienced master. You, a barely trained journeyman fire mage, just took on an apprentice: a two-hundred-year-old Grandmaster Water Magic Lord.

Don't forget about the people who only see them flying high overhead or visiting briefly in the spring and the fall. Signs of when winter will begin and end this year at least. And yes I am thinking of Canadian geese. (Moving south where they were hated and even had a urban hunting season was a small culture shock)

Worldbuilding idea: Different cultures with climate overlap should have different cultural associations to the same animals. Like one culture looks at a specific kind of a migratory bird like "these birds are the divine messengers of the Gods, they are more intelligent than humans, as they have souls like we do but they are free of sin. They only visit us in the summer because they spend the winter in Heaven :)"

And on the other end of the birds' range the people are like "these feathered little bastards are too smart for their own good, can and will eat your trash. Some say they taste great when fried with scallions, but I wouldn't eat them after seeing what they eat. They always disappear for rainy season - nobody knows where they go but at least they are gone."

As a child, you were always thought of as “the weird twin” by everyone who wasn’t family. One day, you learn that your twin was not born a twin; you are a changeling, left by fairies who stole your human sibling. Your parents just decided to raise you as well after they rescued your “twin.”

You have to be careful, certain words trigger the ambient ad-agents. You can’t say ‘pizza’ or you’ll get an ad for one floating in front of you. People make up new words, like “groundbeefsandwich” for hamburger. Companies buy these euphemisms, so people need to keep making up new ones.

Very sad but SOMEBODY ELSE KNOWS THE OCTOPUS STORY. Don't jeopardize your grades or anything but We Need To Know!! Find one of your classmates hopefully one that can repeat a story well and find out. We will be waiting right next to our screens until you get back

“Walrus on your doorstop” this “fairy’s more unrealistic” that my professor just uttered the sentence “there was one day I found a real octopus in my backyard” this man hasn’t left Utah his entire life. How was there an octopus in his backyard in Utah. He then said “I do not have time to elaborate we need to cover a lot today in class” GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEEAN

It is now a race against the the clock for the hero to get there before this guy's wife wrecks the place committing war crimes or whatever.

You were kidnapped by a villain and he gloats about how you’re bait for his arch-nemesis, and you’ll be dead soon. You sigh and just look at him. “Buddy, its not that hero you need to worry about….its my wife.” and he looks at you perplexed.

All life in the galaxy is crystalline: Rigid, orderly, rational. Then they meet the eldritch horrors from beyond the stars. Contorted, fleshy bodies; moist darting, ocular orbs above a wet, gnashing mouth that vibrates the very air with their insane gibbering. They call themselves “UUM'N”.