Grrl Power #872 – Rose Iris Daisy von Petunia-Lily
Yes, the race that communicates with smell but deals with verbal languages all the time would obviously have sound friendly names, and “Aster” certainly could have volunteered that information. But that’s not what Sydney asked. She asked how to spell the unpronounceable name.
Honestly, races that communicate with scents, what do they do when it’s windy? Presumably all their buildings and spaceships have excellent airflow, and “soundproofing” a room would involve turning on a fan.
If you had an alphabet that represented every possible smell, it would be as much a pain in the ass as non-simplified chinese. Really, it would probably be a combination of glyphs that combine in certain ways. I mean if “Clur” is all those scents at once, then presumably it would be a combination of symbols for “underripe” “kovo” “nut” “moist” “summer” “rain” and “sun” at least. The fact that there’s a phonemeable word for that one specific letter for a language that represents scents is in itself a little odd, not to mention they might run out of combinations of sounds before they covered every possible scent profile.
I do think that if humans ever create either some sort of chimeric human/animal hybrids, like fox or dog people walking around, or probably more likely, some sort of bio-mod that lets people smell with similar sensitivity to canines, it won’t be long before those people start making up new words to cover all the distinct smells out there. Sure, in English right now, we can say something smells like wood, or even a specific kind of wood, but we don’t have the vocabulary to describe how people smell, beyond simple stuff like stale, fresh, acrid, or other words that simply describe the scents we infuse in our soaps and deodorants.
Imagine a bloodhound chimera detective describing how a suspect smelled to his fox chimera sergeant. He wouldn’t say that the guy smelled kind of B.O.-ey and Irish Springy and maybe he ate something with onions. He’d want to describe the specifics of what makes one human smell different from another, and he’d need new vocabulary for it. “He smelled glinty and arrus, traces of flemo and gorgol.” Etc.
Aliens with different senses would have wildly different vocabularies to accomodate for them. Imagine a race that could feel electricity like sharks. There’d be all kinds of words to cover that, and not just “zappy” and “sparky.”
So yeah. Aster should have immediately volunteered her word-speak name.
The Vote Incentive is updated! It’s the same poolside scene as last month’s Varia pic, but it’s been expanded to include 3 more Arc-SWAT ladies, all of whom have short hair on the sides of their heads because it was supposed to be a sidecut theme but I ran out of women with sidecuts. Sans bikini version is over at Patreon.
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Well I think her race’s language stinks!
Could be worse, Search for Rowan Atkinson as Dr Who. He deals with an Alien race off screen who communicates via flatulence. How does it actually work?
I’ll explain later…
its a gas. supposedly.
So he’s dealing with Jumping Jack Flash?
Hah, that Dr. Who comedy special was hilarious, and they had the first female Doctor well before the recent series.
Wow she’s doing real cop work
more like immigration work
“Welcome to the United States of America. My name is Sydney Scoville, Jr. and I will be your M.I.B. for this visit. What is your name, as pronounced in sonic wavelengths I can hear and understand? I’m sorry, I do not understand those whistles and pops.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was told that the language of this planet’s most intelligent beings.”
“Well, I don’t speak dolphin, so let’s stick with English.”
The reply from the dolphins might be “So long & thanks for all the fish.”
Now I definitely want a scene where Sydney approaches a random alien telepath sitting on the shore with a pod of dolphins around them. The approach of humans makes the alien angry-cry from hatred and they decide the team are the bad guys.
I can imagine a poor tourist having an argument with Flipper’s uncaring cousin, Zipper.
Imagine the scene a few minutes later when the dolphins admit they gang-rape female dolphins, sometimes to death. Not exactly the most intelligent species, eh?
Not to mention, how they play ‘piggy-in-the-middle’ with a porpoise as the ‘ball’
There is a Xenobiological thought exercise on that very idea based on Earth animals.
There is a chance even if we meet another vocal sapient species that based on its own biology that its vocal range and hearing range may differ from humans, possibly even just slightly.
There was a bar graph but I can’t find it.
Basically their entire range may fit inside the human range meaning they can’t hear deep voiced people or high pitched voiced people.
-or vice versa where they can dip below and above human range.
It could even be an overlap in one direction or the other, like they can hear lower tones of human speech but that’s their high range and their low range goes below the human range. Or they overlap the other way and their low tones are high human tones and their higher pitches go above the human range.
The Fleurian here gives the interesting idea of a language that also mixes different kinds of communication, having scent and vocals. This isn’t unheard of on Earth either (sign language), (body language), species that use chromataphores to express intent but also capable of making sound/vibrations, ect…
might be some problems if they met something like a T-rex which based on bone structure is theorized to have made a very deep infrasonic pulse that would be felt long before it was heard and beat like the Jaws theme through your lungs and ribcage (theorized mammals evolved due to tiny ancestors at the time an instinctive fear of this very sound…also other predators use infrasonic communication as well such as tigers).
-due to the fear response military will even use this to dissuade people from exploring certain areas. The sound used can’t be heard or consciously felt in this case but still triggers a sense of dread, unease, and threat, that most people would respond to with a “we shouldn’t be here”.
The smartest animal on earth sure does engage in a lot of gang-rape, eh?
Unfortunately, humans have also been known to do that as well.
It’s socially discouraged among humans though.
I am surprised to see that Sydney isn’t freekig out with excitement and just looks tired and bored.
Thats the worst thing about something becoming your “Job” :(
For a girl who beats giant alien world destroyers and get her way with a alien hunk on the first date this is hardly exciting.
Maybe she was excited for the first twenty…..
OK… The first five.
She killed Lovecraftian Squidward, ate an alien meal on an alien space station, works with an alien succubus, and banged a hot alien guy. She has gotten used to this.
“Right. How do you spell that smell?”
“Euuughhh gaaaaahhhhh chchchch”
Ooga chaka?
“…Sure. Welcome to Earth, your name is now Blue Swede.”
Oh boy…. the lost in translation aspect to this would be hysterical. Can you imagine what the MIB probably went through?
I think they handled it, but then again they did have forget-everything flashy things…
https://youtu.be/Xl9kWE-7aGU
The smell of pleasure is NSFW.
It might not even be safe for the [i]room[/i], whether at work or not. After all, how do us poor humans with our crippled sense of smell know what pleasure smells like to an alien species? For all we know, it might smell like skunk thiols! (I accidentally ran over the half-eaten corpse of a skunk the other day. Despite vigorous scrubbing of the car tires, I still smell the thiols every time I get near my car.)
I am reminded of Schlock Mercenary, in which one kf the versions of GalStandard is ‘Brown’, a chemical/scent-based language. The one example of it that is given is a fart joke.
Sigh I miss the Broken Wind.
It was renamed to “Breath Weapon”, but yeah, it was a nice ship.
I miss the entire series. But, after umpteen years of not missing a single day, no fillers, no guest spots, the guy deserves a break before he starts up the grind again.
Really, he deserves a Nobel. (He already got the Hugo, iirc.)
Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra
I think you mean Darmok and Salad at Tangela :p
More ‘ICE and TSA at any airport’ (an equally recognisable allusion!)
Rai and Jiri at Lungha. Rai of Lowani. Lowani under two moons. Jiri of Umbaya. Umbaya of crossed roads. At Lungha. Lungha, her sky gray.
I get that she’s a literal ‘flower child’, but did you have to make her look so much like a hippie? Lol.
I can already see the news reports: “Flower alien attacks local vegans for eating, according to her, ‘children’. News at 11.”
Or maybe “Flower alien turns vegan restaraunt to compost for practicing un-Fluerian practices.”
Almost have to have a pun to catch reader attention, I think.
Imagine if she is a carnivore. Now how a vegan is reacting to that. . .
Ever play Starbound? The Florans are a sentient plant species that are strictly carnivores, as well as hyper-agressive.
They were my first chosen race in that game :)
So that’s where the venus fly trap originated from.
Listen up brothers and sisters; come hear my desperate tale. I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the Earth like a jail. Vegetables live in oppression, served on our tables each night. I say we take up the fight!
Clifford Simak, “The Green Thumb” 1961
From “The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe”:
Dent: I’ll have a salad, please.
Waiter: *distastefully* A salad?
Dent: You have a problem with a salad?
Waiter: I know many vegetables who are quite particular on the matter. That’s why we went to the trouble to create a animal who WANTS to be eaten, and is capable of saying so clearly and distinctly.
Dent:… Glass of water, please.
Ford: It’s very much like being drunk.
Arthur: What’s so bad about that?
Ford: Ask a glass of water.
Fast food, Falling down.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJs9p-VNORw
One of the aliens falling down could be entertaining.
Iron Maiden did a great song about that movie :D
Totally should be included on the soundtrack :P
I understand some languages do have words for specific smells, just as there are words for specific flavors and textures that show up more frequently in countries they are more likely to be experienced in.
I imagine thought a scent based communication also have very sensitive receptors for those scents, much like the dog examples you gave. But possibly along their entire surface or specialized organs that detect minute variations and combinations of scents *which goes beyond what a dog can do; they can detect specific things but are all separate, they don’t do “smell flavors”, which is a good thing as that would defeat the purpose of using scent to track as they’d be mixed up (fun fact most animals can’t taste food combinations either, they either have poor taste or can taste every ingredient completely separately…which is good for survival to realize something you just ate might be poisonous or rotten as opposed to being covered up by an arrangement of herbs and spices.)
That said, scent based would likely be just like pheromone based communication and specific chemicals are keyed on and combinations of them to determine what information is being based on, like a super advanced version of ant communication.
But hey, at least none of these appear to be the frustrating ones with a natural radio transmission and reception sense. Or more dreadfully aliens whose language is pulses of radiation and heat.
“Honestly, races that communicate with scents, what do they do when it’s windy?”
Same way we do when it’s noisy: we shout louder (which translates to them giving off a stronger smell) or communicate with hand signs (they did say they have a written language)
Or play a version of musical chairs to make sure that the current speaker is upwind of the others… as long as the wind isn’t too strong, then they’d almost certainly switch to hand signs. (Can you imagine just how “loud” they’d have to “shout” to make themselves “heard” in a 40 mph/64 kph wind gust, like the ones we had where I live when Hurricane Laura struck? And I live some 300 miles/482 km inland from where it made landfall.)
That aspect of their society might be very interesting to watch. When meeting socially, there would be a constant slow motion dance. (There also would probably be prescribed motions to manage the air flow.)
Rather than the highest throne, the most upwind chair indicates the most important personage. The most downwind chair might be a special place of honor as well, for poets and the wise.
Diplomatic pre-negotiations would specify both seating chart and also air circulation pattern.
If I could upvote your comment, I would. That [i]would[/i] be interesting to watch.
Oooo a new chapter for “Roberts Rules of Oder”
Booo. Although you have a point, Earth will need to write some new material on diplaromacy.
Wait, does Earth even have material on diplomacy? o_O
Other than “my stick is bigger than yours, and I will beat your arse with it if you don’t do what I say”
I would’ve just gone with ‘Clurbriml’. I imagine most species understand abbreviations and/or nicknames.
Why not… ‘Claire Brimley’?
Nope, Sydney decides who people are called, either if she doesn’t like them (Peri Buttsniffer) or she can’t spell it
Welcome to 19th Century Ellis Island.
OOooookaaaaay, what happened to the Fandom Grrl Power Wiki?
And why?
Sorry DaveB, this looks like you have a mountain of work to do. Of course, you may have permissions to recover the original files, but you still have to build them into this platform…
I don’t think DaveB started this Wiki; it would have to be restored by whoever started it. When I tried downloading the connect, I just got an Access Denied message.
I really don’t think it was shut down due to inactivity; a bunch of us were actively updating the think on an irregular basis. Did some bot think we violated DaveB’s copyright or something?
Do we know who the founder is/was?
OK. I’ve found two wikis so far:
BadComics which really is not for us; and
Web Comics, and guess where that lives!
On top of that, searching for “Grrl” gives a lot of unrelated answers, including a shit-load of anime, some of which is very popular.
We might want to ask Fandom how we can get the files from the dead wiki and then migrate the useful stuff across?
I’ve registered with Fandom, and I’m working with them to sort the mess. They know me as Gorblimey.
Crimson Eleven Delight Petrichor = Doctor Who door password.
Petrichor: the smell of dust after rain
Not anymore. I just changed it because someone decided to tell the whole world.
Don’t you mean Sexy changed it? Probably after she stopped being Sexy.
Well nothing is quite so useless as a door with a voice lock …
IN the current Vote Incentive, is Harem contemplating a punishment for me falling into the pool after being hit by Varia’s beach ball?
People who communicate using smells… I actually met a couple of those. The first one communicated “I had a delightful meal of chili con carne only a couple of hours ago”. The second one was less polite and communicated “everyone stay at least 3 meters away from me”. And everyone did.
I’m fairly sure I know which one ODed on the frijoles refritos…
“Oh, what a delightful smell you’ve discovered” “yeah, but who ate it before you did?”
Ha! “What an incredible smell you’ve discovered!“
Oh, FFS! Go ahead and go crazy with the gold! Even if the price of gold bottoms out the next day the effect on the world economy would be negligible. Unlike commodities such as steel, wheat, or oil, which the modern industrial world actually needs to function, the main value of gold comes from people believing it has value. So yeah, gold is pretty much the beanie-babies of commodities.
The primary practical (non-ornamental, non-financial) uses for gold are in applications where its chemical and electrical properties set it apart, such as in the manufacture of electronics, where it is used because it forms extremely fine wires (<0.1 mm), and in electrical connections in corrosive, but non-abrasive environments.
Correct: in terms of pure utility, gold is very niche. The amount to which it is used in the non-ornamental industries, even when combined with its relative rarity, still does not justify its exorbitant market value. Again, the lion’s share of the monetary value of gold, just like the lion’s share of the monetary value of diamonds, comes from “Oooh, shiny!”
which the diamond at least from an instinctual point makes more sense to me.
Humans like most animals are drawn to clean water, clean water has a clearer more sparkly appearance to it than dirty water. Heck warm water is visually distinct from cold water (more so when running than still). So, oh shiny, makes sense that they’d expand that instinct to similar looking items. Same with colorful things resembling ripe fruit, berries, why red draws the eye because red in nature is either threat or food.
but gold…at least yellow looks like dried grass or the sun. Gold is the color of earwax. I find the color honestly rather dull to look at. I’d take silver, blue, greens, and other metallic hues and gem hues over it any day. I mean gold can accent some other colors, but as the main attraction I just don’t see it.
My best guess is it was similar to the color of wheat ready to harvest, but that’s no where near as intense or likely to imprint genetically as (sparkly means this water won’t kill me to drink it).
That one dude that siphons gold out of the earth would get so annoyed after having to agree to not over-saturate the market.
He will be alright. There are more valuable stuff than gold he can mine and sell for a good profit.
I imagine this is how a bunch of people coming to Ellis Island to immigrate to America in the early 1900’s got their names. There were a bunch of bored immigration workers that didn’t understand the many languages used in Europe and Middle East, so just made up new first names (sometimes new last names too) for them.
I also like that you can actually see the glowing scent bubbles come off of “Aster”s flowers and they fall almost straight down in front of Sydney. I wonder what her reaction would have been if those “scent modules” had actually reached her nostrils.
A man was walking down the street and noticed a sign reading: “Hans Schmidt’s Chinese Laundry.” Being of a curious nature, he entered and was greeted by an obviously Oriental man who identified himself as Hans Schmidt.
“How come you have a name like that?” inquired the stranger.
The Oriental explained in very broken English that when he landed in America he was standing in the immigration line behind a German.
When asked his name, the German replied, “Hans Schmidt.” When the immigration official asked the Oriental his name, he replied, “SAM TING.”
source: http://www.jokebuddha.com/joke/Sam_Ting#ixzz6WyjJ6j9c
Yehudah Tzvi Windweher arrived at Ellis Island and asked his friend “What would be a good American name for me? I want it to be Jewish, but more American.”
His friend replied, “Sam Cohen, that’s a good American Jewish name.”
Yehudah Tzvi began his long walk up a massive flight of steps leading to the immigration office. With each step he said, “Sam Cohen, Sam Cohen,” in an earnest effort to learn his new name. When he finished carrying his luggage to the top of the flight, he was winded and tired.
A large immigration officer caught Yehuda Tzvi off guard when he said, “NAME?” in a booming voice. A flustered Yehudah Tzvi replied “Shoyn fargesin” (“I already forgot” in Yiddish).
The immigration officer replied “Sean Ferguson, welcome the United States of America!”
Reminds me of the cultural difficulties of The Mexican Scotsman.
On a more serious note, I remember learning about Ellis Island name changes as a kid from this old claymation movie (which is even cheesier than I remembered) and being shocked that someone’s name could just get reassigned like that. Sadly, learning more about history and international relations has failed to restore my naive faith in humanity’s mutual respect for personal rights. 0_o
There is a long storied tradition, of immigrants getting their American name because the person behind the desk couldn’t understand what they said. Then there is my families case, during the Civil War my great great grandfather goes to enlist. They ask him name First Middle and Last, at the time he only had a First and Last. By the time it was over he had a middle name thankfully it was one from the family, but thanks to an Army Clerk and the letter he wrote down I have something other then the name that people keep using to name vampires.
I’m reminded of a couple Calvin and Hobbes comics where Calvin comments on how hard it is to describe smells, only for Hobbes to reveal that animals have a whole vocabulary for smells.
“What’s the word for how wet leaves smell?”
“Snipid.”
“What’s the word for how I smell?”
“Terrible!”
“Well, I have no idea how to pronounce your real name, much less how to spell it, so I’m just going to assign you one based on my personal predilections. Welcome to New York.”
The clerks on Ellis Island did better than Sydney, though they probably had more training and were at least dealing with humans.
So, the eye glint on the cyclops disappeared in panel 3. I assume that is a mistake, but it could be an indication that the name had an effect on it, so who knows.
The ‘glint’ in the first panel was actually a view of the actual alien peeking out from the cockpit of the (to him) giant ambulatory reconnaissance vehicle he is driving. (He goes by ‘GARV’ off planet)
His species is about an inch tall and resembles something the Earthers call a ‘cockroach’. He has found the locals here have an annoying tendency to deal with first contact with his kind via their own sudden contact, with their foot.
Perhaps characteristically, my first thought would be how they curse. Merde would be the equivalent of a fart. Heck would probably involve a scent of brimstone. Darn might involve decaying flash.
Secondly I must ask why a race that communicates by scent would evolve vocal chords at all? Or are their translators converting scent to sound?
Genetic manipulation on a species-wide level to accommodate species with crippled senses of smell like ours, maybe? I already mentioned elsewhere that they’d have to have hand signals or a spoken language as a backup, because communicating by scent probably just doesn’t cut it during a 40 mph wind gust.
Just because a species is capable of distinguishing a googleplex of different smells does not mean, they are going to have a word for each and every smell. Humans are capable of distinguishing many different hues of blue, yet there are people who are culturally incapable of such because their culture and language only have many three or four distinctions for blue, while other people come from a culture with a language that is able to differenciate over a douzen blues.
Same goes for directions. There is (or, soon we would have to say, there used to be, because that language is near enough extinct) a people of Australian natives who have an innate sense of cardinal directions, because their directionality doesn’t work on terms of left/right/front/back, but on north/east/south/west. They have no left foot and right foot. They always know which is their north foot and know intuitively when their north foot becomes the west foot when they turn counter-clockwise. Smebody growing up with left/right distinctions would never be able to do soemthing like that, yet, it is evident that as a species, we are capable to learn it.
That’s when we start coming up with fancy names for colors, which sometimes annoys me. It isn’t quite as bad as comedians make it out to be. I can still go to the paint store and ask for white. But in addition to that, you can also ask for “Ivory Lace”, or “Snowbound”, or “Rock Candy” (all of which are different shades in the “white family” at Sherwin-Williams.)
Actually, you can’t. Or you can, but you’ll be disappointed. Absolute, pure-spectrum WHITE, or #FFFFFF, simply is not available at a paint store. They have pages and pages of things that they call white, which are. all. different. Different from each other, different from spectral white. And not one thing that is actually white. They claim nobody actually wants that.
Actual spectral-white paint can be had, though you have to get a little further up the supply chain to the people who mix up all the different “shades of white” (an oxymoron if I ever heard one – white means exactly one thing) that the paint stores are selling. They mix up a bunch of colors too, but I wasn’t interested in those.
The “bump of direction” is one of those minor superpowers, like perfect pitch, that a small minority of humans have. It stabilized and became dominant in several aboriginal tribes, and that’s kind of awesome. But they’re not the only ones. There are people of all races who have the bump of direction (it’s especially common among american natives – reaches maybe 25%).
The last I heard the studies on it were revealing that the people have more iron than usual in their red blood cells, or more red blood cells than usual in their bloodstream. Our actual cells have a tendency to orient in Earth’s magnetic field, depending on their iron content, and apparently the difference results in different parts of the brain getting oxygen at very very VERY slightly different rates, and the “bump of direction” is people who can detect the difference.
So now I’m Wondering, several tens of thousands of years from now, will the species descended from humans have a biological sense, like sight or hearing, for magnetic fields? That would be kind of awesome for the next version of humans.
So, Sydney is just going to assume Clur’s gender? Solely based on appearance? … Yeah, sounds about right for Sydney
C’mon. It has boobs and it’s drawn by DaveB. Of course it’s female. ;^)
(I’m just making a joke. I agree with you, assuming a non-human’s gender based on appearance is fraught with perils. For example, Chiq, a character from Magellanverse. The males of Chiq’s species are the ones with the breasts… six of them, in fact.)
to be fair to syd, she is addressing a being with what resembles a pair of swollen mammary glands; frequently referred to by humans as breasts, a secondary sexual characteristic found on females of human origin. second, aster, despite being a name of floral origin, would be uncommon enough to be considered gender neutral. the colours associated with the flowers are similarly ambiguous; in prior days, purple was the colour of royalty, and pink was a masculine colour.
Additionally close examination of the flowers, if they can be compared to Earth flowers appear to be homogenously female flowers.
-plant “gender” while having male and female flowers some plants can have various arrangements of both on the same plant, as well as hermaphrodite flowers which can be hard to tell from a distance if you don’t know the species ahead of time.
add some plants operating as a genetic individual root systems whose expressed surface plants express different arrangements from each other, and some of these may even also be capable of clone “reproduction” via dropped limbs or roots being cut off and can also self pollinate ect..
Also some will change this from year to year
plants are complicated.
Also consider aspens, that can reproxuce sexualy and asexualy, one is genetically the combination of two plants and one is a clone of the parent. Those factors also make determining age near impossible.
You are forgetting, that Sydney is the one that assigned Clur the name ‘Aster’
When you meet someone of a new species, it is okay and correct to ask (politely) what gender they are (or even if they have a gender)
“Sydney is just going to assume Clur’s gender? Solely based on appearance?” – Guesticus
To be fair, what is that information going to be used for in the context of this visit? If there is no cross-fertility between Humans and Fleurians, and no intention to settle and raise children, then the distinction is only useful as a first-approximation physical description. At which point, the assignment may as well be made by the Human who knows what other Humans would consider more likely based on the body shape.
Regarding the updated invotive, was going to comment yesterday, but knew there was going to be a new page today so waited
May just be me, personally like Peggy’s outfit betterer than the other three
And, is her swim-thetic on backwards? Seems like, when swimming, she would want more resistance pushing down than pulling up, no? Or is that just me overthinking how it would actually work?
Seanan McGuire’s October Daye series, Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson series, and Faith Hunter’s Jane Yellowrock series all have protagonists with scent-based processing which are portrayed in a way the reader can follow and understand fairly readily. None of them falls in DaveB‘s preferred reading profile, but are good books nonetheless.
Despite being on Manhattan Island, I like that Sydney gave Clur the “Ellis Island” treatment so often given to immigrants/visitors with difficult names.
“Name please… Olivier von Blechnitzer? Pleased to meetcha, Oscar Blackman! Welcome to America.”
Petrichor
Sydney and Varia decide to entertain the alien visitors themselves and they break into a song:
(Sydney)
Up in smoke
Thats where my money goes
In my lungs
And sometimes up my nose
When troubled times
Begin to bother me
I take a toke
And all my cares
Go up in smoke
(Varia)
Up in smoke
Donde todos es mi rey
There are no signs
Que dice no fumer
So I roll un “bomber”
Y me doy, un buen toke-ay
Y despues I choke
Y todos mis cares
Go up in smoke
Come on let’s go get high
(Maxima and the others,including Arianna)
Up in smoke
That’s where I wanna be
‘Cause when I’m high
The world below
Don’t bother me
When life begins
To be one long
And dangerous road
I take a toke
And all my cares
Go up in smoke
Clearly an individual with sophisticated taste in music and quality motion pictures.
Communicate by smell:
https://youtu.be/tp_Fw5oDMao
I may love old TV but I figured the joke was going to be similar to ROSEBUD from the old dick van duke show
Is it just me or is Sydney wearing heavier make-up than usual here| It’s a good look for her :)
“Aster.”
So how long until Sydney starts humming a particular instrumental song, that (I think) existed but was far less well-known when this comic began?
(I still remember how old I felt when someone asked “who’s the yellow rat?” and now I feel even older thinking back to that, being pre-Go…)
“Do you have a written language?” / “How do you spell your smell?”
Wrong question, Sydney. Better question: “Do you have a name in an auditory language? Please note that I will be approximating it in a limited 26-character alphabet.”
The Might Halo: “Well I don’t have any of those keys on my tablet here, and as tempted as I am to just call you Hepzibah, those flowers in your hair give me another idea, so welcome to Earth, Aster.”
Aster: “What flowers?”
is it just me or is there something off with sydney’s smile? looks hella uncanny valley and robotic to me
pretty sure its supposed to be given the context, like the fake smile a cashier gives when engaging in “customer friendly banter”. In countries like the USA it is customary to put on a fake smile because apparently people don’t know how to read eyes for emotion and just want that robotic curved lip.
but yeah, it looks like the kind of situation of *just smile and make them feel comfortable, you can get through this”.
its more like that there is something wrong with her teeths
They should probably ask Dabbler how whatever passes for a central alien government records different individuals. Someone has already had to deal with this exact issue, so there is little need to reinvent the wheel from scratch. They may have an ID number system or something.
This is my area of expertise! Im an entomologist. Insects have incredible senses of smell and can follow oder plumes for long distances to find host plants or prey. We already have lots of chemical names for all the chemical scent component. Geosmin, ethylene, linalool, limonene, 1-octen-3-ol, etc. I am sure people would come up with acronyms and abbreviations though. 1-octen-3-ol is a bit of a mouthfull.
I think it would not be too unusual for them to have “scratch and sniff” buisness cards for ID
This is exactly how my wife got her English name. (She’s Chinese.). We corrected it when we got married.
Three aliens later,
“Greetings Earth person. What is my name? It is _______. You did not get? My people communicate via emissions of what you call X-rays. Let me stand closer to you and repeat it more strongly.”
Interesting scenario – how would you deal with that in a way that doesn’t count as solitary confinement? “Welcome to Earth, here’s your solid-lead bubble.”
Schlock Mercenary was mentioned in another comment – one of the early (minor) additions to the cast was a dual life form that communicated with itself via radio.
I might be wrong and just overthinking things, and I most likely am, but the aliens in that comic scetch you linked might not actually be one and the same entity, but merely socially, spiritually, legally and philosophically considered a single entity by their culture on grounds of their rlationship status? I have never read that comic, so I don’t know if more about that alien or their culture is ever revealed. Just going by that one comic strip, they might be spouses or twins, and thus considered to not have each an individual life and identity but form a unified existence.
I saw an interesting idea before that some close encounters of the third kind, the “UFO” was actually the alien its self, a shapeshifting energy being and the person who encountered received severe burns, radiation poisoning, and even time loss because these were artifacts of the alien being’s natural language and it was just trying to peacefully greet the human, only realizing too late its presence and words were harmful to the soft watery squishy bodied creature it was trying to greet.
*I was inspired by this idea for a few aliens as well to get creative with how some things may communicate.