I've been working on creating a template that I can use to "showcase" #conlangs in an easily digestible way in which conlangers can find the basic things they look for while non-langers can appreciate some things about it without choking on grammar. Here it is for Valthungian so far:

I’ve set up a Substack where I can post some long-form, nerdier, less ephemeral content about #writing, #language, #conlangs, and maybe some other things like food, recipes, plants, or whatever other topics my AuDHD brain decides to hyperfocus on. lingufacture.substack.com/p/brandaje-m...

I’ve been thinking about creating a #Substack, since it seems like that’s what all the cool kids are doing these days. I like the idea of how it’s organized – blog/essay-style posts, shorter tweet-type notes, audio and video posts, the ability to block AI from reading your posts: (1/3)

I know we need the rain, but this seems excessive.

One day I will catch the imp who writes my footnotes.

A Valthungian joke for you: Faðr’anþrúskiða fra rǣnina sīna dǭtra žunga: ‘Javik tǣjun swœutinins byǧa, jauguk tfōs ita, jāþna givik þis þa lif ja þik ǣkna, þū ižas miþskǣðna þam brōðra þīnin skylis. Hwǣjugas swœutinins ǣftu nǭþ?’ #conlang #conlangs #conlangjokes

Faugun Hauvahravist! Happy Lughnassadh! Not a bad day's work: Six gallons of pear cider, a gallon and a half of wheat beer, and a loaf of sourdough beer bread. It smells heavenly in here! I also made a pint of homemade non-dairy pistachio ice cream, but we ate it, so no picture!

Making some bread for Hauvahravist (Lammas/Lughnassadh) today. Why must the bread-baking cross-quarter always fall on the hottest day of the year?

I had a bunch of other Revolution-themed posts, but I became unconscious and now it's the 15th. Anyway, these too: youtu.be/1q82twrdr0U?...

Where 𝘪𝘴 the Revolution? youtu.be/jsCR05oKROA?...

Wales has never had a Revolution, as such*, but the Cymry have an inspiringly stubborn determination to continue to exist. They're still here, and so are you, but fascism has a very short shelf-life. Do what you can to make it even shorter. youtu.be/S_pjG1Tzx74?...

Remember who you're revoluting for. youtu.be/ClU3fctbGls?...

A word of warning to the clueless powers who will have the audacity to act surprised when people start revoluting against them: If you're a horrible person, don't be surprised if a Finnish witch casts a spell on you to make your own snakes bite you. youtu.be/_keS5CgpBT0?...

Did you know the word guillotine comes from the name of French physician Joseph-Ignace Guillotin who proposed its use? Guillotin is a diminutive of the name Guillot, itself a diminutive of Guillaume, the French equivalent of William. So guillotine literally means something like “Little Willie.”

Join the revolution! youtu.be/BGLGzRXY5Bw?...

Here's the cheerful ditty that started it all, from the fabulous Axelle Saint-Cirel at the Paris Olympics last year. Ya know... In case you're fields are getting too dry in this July heat. youtu.be/TzLzuSNj5Fs?...

Next on today's list of Songs to Revolute To, this classic gem from my dear friend Venus DeMars: youtu.be/GnOT6-VjGZk?...

Today is the 236th anniversary of the Storming of the Bastille, kicking off the French Revolution after people eventually had enough of their government's crap. I'm going to be obnoxious today about posting some revolution-inspired links. Check 'em out, share, add your own, rise up, resist & revolt.

‘Is this watery piss what you people call beer in this country?’ #Valthungian: Hwa hit hran uvgútna ist þetit jūs þjuða inhitma gœ̄ža bjus nemniþ? #Europic: Kwa tci-la pisu vakwa se ke-kwasu tuyaru namoge da byeru no tci-la jiyu? #UsefulConlangPhrases #TravelSeries

A nice Valthungian idiom: Þeni gapīča wriškunþ an basiðram. Literally, ‘When gapiča grow on berry bushes’ - pretty much equivalent to "When pigs fly." #Conlang #ConCulture #ConCuisine

‘Stop laughing and bring me the menu for tourists.’ #Europic: Kedetu na likracu wake kwetu da mu na la mandja-listu we vidata-vresantu. #Valthungian: Kwink a þlǣšin ja bring mis þa bisœučins matirǣgistra. #UsefulConlangPhrases #TravelSeries

@terryo1971.bsky.social and I are kicking off our anniversary weekend in Annapolis Valley with a visit to Church.

#UsefulConlangPhrases #TravelSeries ‘What do you mean there’s no peanut butter in this country?’ #Europic: Kwayo povacu heste ke raha-pastu ne ste no tci-la jiyu? #Valthungian: Hwē istim mǣtiko þīm nīn þnang reðnutis n’ist inhitma gœ̄za?

#UsefulConlangPhrases #TravelSeries “There’s a corpse on the bed. Please have the sheets changed.” #Europic: Morta-korpu ste pi-vi tci-la legru. Ye-brane ka-morfe-de na la legla-drapru. #Valthungian: Im ist nǭs inþiža hēþin. Þikfeša tœuǧin þa ligrawaste aftrarǣðiþ.

#UsefulConlangPhrases #TravelSeries “Do you have a room with fewer rats?” #Europic: Kwa dra kombru se me flantoza ratu? #Valthungian: Hw’imist elia hēþia miþ mitnumam rātum?

@terryo1971.bsky.social jagik gistradagis bi Lunenbrogis Tuiðin in Bryǧagua, Skōte Njuža.

In today's episode of Academic Shitposting, I offer you this magnificent sentence:

Hey, I was in a thing! lingo.360.cymru/2025/dysgu-c...

Han ist atkwomna sa tīma.

I just made one of those delightful discoveries in Valthungian that begs to become a folk etymology: Worcestershire Sauce is a pretty straightforward borrowing as wrostraskīra, which translates literally as "sausage explanation."

I don't often food-shame, but this is so bad I have to. This first picture is the spicy tuna roll I ordered from Moxies. The second is what the delivered to me. I don't know what's in all of those plastic containers, but you could try a thousand combinations and it would never be a spicy tuna roll.

What's the point of creating your own #conlang if you can't use it to be snarky?

A fun Valthungian idiom: af ǣǧarǭsua tō 'from A to Z'

Dw i’n mynd ar wyliau heddiw. Mi ddo i’n ôl ddydd Sadwrn. Os oes angen i chi arna i yn y cyfamser... arhoswch.

𝑴𝒖 𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒋𝒐-𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒌𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒂. 𝑹𝒖 𝒌𝒘𝒊-𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂. #ConlangWithoutContext #LanguageIsResistance

#Valthungian So māts imda miþís. #VulgarEuropean Ke la-practu se metu. #Maltcegj vreilǫnag ek pátax mélemok.

bjólet nad ubjályt kéiliþ! #maltcegjposting

I just heard someone refer to the Conservative Party of Alberta as the Bloc Redneckquois, and on a scale from one to even, I literally can't.

Fun fact: The collective term for woodlice is a quabble.

Sometimes I find myself shit-posting in my own grammars.

Useful Valthungian travel phrase: Java mik sčutistu, frœ̄ža sēl, genǧik bibǣbin spiulin balukwīsa an Yelp!

I don't post enough nonsense here. I'll try to be better about that.

Now that that's all over, I want to tell Pierre Poilievre to sit down and be quiet, but that would be mean, because he hasn't got a seat.

While searching for a good example of the weird things that happen when historical /h/ appears in the stems of certain nouns and adjectives, I rediscovered one of my favourite Valthungian #conlang words! Pinecone = fir piglet.

I hope everyone has a perfect date today! Don't forget your light jacket!

Proto-Germanic *i only existed in unstressed syllables, in complementary distribution with stressed *e. And “*ē₂” was just a long diphthong *ēi. I said what I said.

An Easter cartoon in Valthungian: “I don’t know where the eggs come from. And I don’t know why I keep hiding them.”

Happy Times! #equinox

Por miaj kunulaj GenX-anoj, kiuj ankoraŭ sopiras Roxette! La morto de Marie Fredricksson ankoraŭ forte trafas min. Ĉiuokaze, jen via orelvermo du jour: youtu.be/XTUeA43fNAU