the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because “tasty” means something tastes good. conversely, from the words “smelly” and “noisy” we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck
hard being a whiner in this world. ill complain about something and everyone either goes ‘ohhh dont hate this thing’ or 'YEAH I HATE THIS THING TOO LETS KILL IT’ no. i am the complainer. i like this thing i also like to complain
People don’t like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn’t be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they’re basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.
Like it’s just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like “we’re using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can” and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.
Actually, I realized my real point here: we all need to make our art weirder. Please make weird art. I want more stuff like Prequel Adventure and 17776 and MyHouse.wad and I want it now. Capitalism thrives on conformity. We must be weird at all costs.
“Trans people act like the world is out to get them.”
Well, let me know when one of the two major political parties in the USA makes the elimination of everyone like you a key plank in their political policy.
I’m tired y'all.
It’s genuinely very scary. Especially if you live in a majority conservative state. We have to live with the fact that a pack of evil, rheumy eyed ghouls will call for our executions because they need something to scare their constituents into voting for them.
Mobile game ads paint a bizarre world where a mysterious fae, or maybe some trickster god of the hearth, will create puzzles inside the chimneys of those in need, with lava and unmarked gold coins as a prize for the needy if the puzzle is solved correctly. And the burden of solving the puzzle is placed upon some outside observer, on an entire other plane of existence.
The trickster afflicts the observer with frustrating visions that leave the people cold, hungry and poor, before enticing them to give it a try themselves.
“It’s so easy! You can do better. You can help them.” The trickster whispers in your ear. A soft voice with breath that softly, almost unnoticeably brushes against your skin, yet sends shivers down your spine.
You watch as the molten rock and gold solidifies inside their chimney. Even if they had the coal to burn, the smoke would fill their house and drive them out into the freezing winter, coughing and wretching.
The crying of the mother and child both beckons and mocks you.
“just a few taps. And you can help them.” The trickster speaks with a barely disguised smile. It’s a tantalizing offer. Everyone wants to make a difference after all.
But now there’s an X in the corner of the screen. A way out. An escape from this view of a portal to misery.
Your finger hovers over the X.
“Are you sure?” The trickster whispers. It knows of the conflict in your mind, and it wishes to stir the pot.
“Have you no heart? Have you no desire to help?” The trickster’s voice brushes softly against your ear.
You hit the X. A white screen appears. Words flash before your eyes. “Play now!”
“Play now”.
“Play”.
For the trickster this is nothing but a game. You know this already. It’s a game for you too.
Does the mother know that? Does the child?
The five seconds are over.
Your finger once again hovers over an X.
“A pity.” The trickster hums in your ear, their frown making it’s way into their sing-song tone. “You would truly leave them cold, naked, and alone. Desperate for a justice you, and only you, could provide. But I guess there’s always next time.”
You cannot see the trickster.
You never could.
But you know they are smiling.
As you press the X, severing your connection, your chance to make a difference, the trickster whispers one more thing in your ear.
“see you again soon.”
And as your screen blinks away, you know the trickster is still smiling.
Mobile game ads paint a bizarre world where a mysterious fae, or maybe some trickster god of the hearth, will create puzzles inside the chimneys of those in need, with lava and unmarked gold coins as a prize for the needy if the puzzle is solved correctly. And the burden of solving the puzzle is placed upon some outside observer, on an entire other plane of existence.
The trickster afflicts the observer with frustrating visions that leave the people cold, hungry and poor, before enticing them to give it a try themselves.
“It’s so easy! You can do better. You can help them.” The trickster whispers in your ear. A soft voice with breath that softly, almost unnoticeably brushes against your skin, yet sends shivers down your spine.
You watch as the molten rock and gold solidifies inside their chimney. Even if they had the coal to burn, the smoke would fill their house and drive them out into the freezing winter, coughing and wretching.
The crying of the mother and child both beckons and mocks you.
“just a few taps. And you can help them.” The trickster speaks with a barely disguised smile. It’s a tantalizing offer. Everyone wants to make a difference after all.
But now there’s an X in the corner of the screen. A way out. An escape from this view of a portal to misery.
Your finger hovers over the X.
“Are you sure?” The trickster whispers. It knows of the conflict in your mind, and it wishes to stir the pot.
“Have you no heart? Have you no desire to help?” The trickster’s voice brushes softly against your ear.
You hit the X. A white screen appears. Words flash before your eyes. “Play now!”
“Play now”.
“Play”.
For the trickster this is nothing but a game. You know this already. It’s a game for you too.
Does the mother know that? Does the child?
The five seconds are over.
Your finger once again hovers over an X.
“A pity.” The trickster hums in your ear, their frown making it’s way into their sing-song tone. “You would truly leave them cold, naked, and alone. Desperate for a justice you, and only you, could provide. But I guess there’s always next time.”
You cannot see the trickster.
You never could.
But you know they are smiling.
As you press the X, severing your connection, your chance to make a difference, the trickster whispers one more thing in your ear.
“see you again soon.”
And as your screen blinks away, you know the trickster is still smiling.
aren’t gorillas gentle giants or something. i stay out of his way, he doesn’t maul me, we have a nice time picking out clothes together in opposite sides of the mall
Male gorillas are super aggressive and territorial. Also they interpret nearly every human mannerism as a sign of aggression or a challenge. Smiling and eye contact are both things that zookeepers have to be taught to suppress when they’re in the vicinity of gorillas.
Well unless the mall is his native territory I think I’m fine, I wasn’t planning on smiling at him
This is all irrelevant because the obvious answer is five black mambas. I mean, that’s not actually very many snakes, and malls are fucking huge. And unlike a gorilla you can definitely outrun a snake if it does show up. Find an open space in the mall where you can see any snake coming and just hangout out there. Fucking easy.
Misguided! I would much rather have a mallmate I can easily see and hear coming. I’m confident I can stay out of the gorilla’s way, but if I step on a snake or one otherwise gets the jump on me, it’s all over.
It’s not just about the physical danger either, it’s about my mental health. One gorilla, unless he’s actively mad at me, I just keep a healthy distance between us and make sure I never get trapped. With the snakes, it requires a lot more constant vigilance
They should substitute “chimpanzee” for “gorilla” in this hypothetical.
if it was a chimp i’m taking the fucking snakes
Black mambas have a reputation build on being very venomous and very fast. I’m not sure why you would think you could outrun one (or five) in an enclosed space like a mall.
Malls usually have pretty slick floors, and escalators. I’d choose the gorilla simply because I think that would make an more interesting story (and a better-selling autobiography, I Survived the Mall Gorilla) but I think I’d stand a pretty good chance at avoiding the mamba. They’re fast and aggressive and will chase you but unless we started immediately beside each other I think my sneakers would have the terrain advantage over scutes.
this is too good to leave hidden in the replies
fucking enamored with the implication that this gorilla is fully intelligent but is trying to manufacture plausible deniability like the movie barnyard
I was scrolling through Twitter and found a gimmick account that would “fix” other people’s art. Except all of the changes they would make were based on an entirely nonsensical list of reasons why it was unsafe or unhealthy for an emu to eat your art. The “fixed” versions were posted alongside a photo of an actual emu eating the updated art.
If you don’t want me at my *crafts supplies scattered everywhere, loudly cursing at my mistakes* you don’t deserve me at my *smiling at my finished piece*
There are 3 main types, but from my research, this looks to be American Gregg Shorthand.
As you can see, there are set symbols for every letter.
Let’s break one of the words down:
Using the Gregg Alphabet as reference, we can see most of the letters in “atrophied” are present. But why no “o” vowel, and why is “ph” written as “f”?
Simple. In shorthand, you cut out all vowels in a word when writing it down, with the exception of words that BEGIN or END with a vowel (hence the “a” at the start being present), or like in the “i” in “atrophied”, to make it more readable when the sound could be harder to distinguish if it isn’t written. In “atrophied” if the the “i” isn’t written, it could be hard to tell if the writer meant a “fud”, “fad”, “fod” or “fid” sound, for example.
Also, since Shorthand is a phonetic writing system, you are encouraged to write down the phonetic sounds of words rather than the actual letter blends - in this case, write an “f” instead of a “ph”.
So in actuality, these aren’t just meaningless scribbles - it’s Gregg Shorthand, a writing system developed to take down notes more quickly than when written out in full, which is very useful in a medical or journalistic environment.
Some people can even write over 100 words in a minute! And, it’s been in use since John Robert Gregg invented it in 1888! Wow! So old!
Mobile game ads paint a bizarre world where a mysterious fae, or maybe some trickster god of the hearth, will create puzzles inside the chimneys of those in need, with lava and unmarked gold coins as a prize for the needy if the puzzle is solved correctly. And the burden of solving the puzzle is placed upon some outside observer, on an entire other plane of existence.
The trickster afflicts the observer with frustrating visions that leave the people cold, hungry and poor, before enticing them to give it a try themselves.
“It’s so easy! You can do better. You can help them.” The trickster whispers in your ear. A soft voice with breath that softly, almost unnoticeably brushes against your skin, yet sends shivers down your spine.
You watch as the molten rock and gold solidifies inside their chimney. Even if they had the coal to burn, the smoke would fill their house and drive them out into the freezing winter, coughing and wretching.
The crying of the mother and child both beckons and mocks you.
“just a few taps. And you can help them.” The trickster speaks with a barely disguised smile. It’s a tantalizing offer. Everyone wants to make a difference after all.
But now there’s an X in the corner of the screen. A way out. An escape from this view of a portal to misery.
Your finger hovers over the X.
“Are you sure?” The trickster whispers. It knows of the conflict in your mind, and it wishes to stir the pot.
“Have you no heart? Have you no desire to help?” The trickster’s voice brushes softly against your ear.
You hit the X. A white screen appears. Words flash before your eyes. “Play now!”
“Play now”.
“Play”.
For the trickster this is nothing but a game. You know this already. It’s a game for you too.
Does the mother know that? Does the child?
The five seconds are over.
Your finger once again hovers over an X.
“A pity.” The trickster hums in your ear, their frown making it’s way into their sing-song tone. “You would truly leave them cold, naked, and alone. Desperate for a justice you, and only you, could provide. But I guess there’s always next time.”
You cannot see the trickster.
You never could.
But you know they are smiling.
As you press the X, severing your connection, your chance to make a difference, the trickster whispers one more thing in your ear.
“see you again soon.”
And as your screen blinks away, you know the trickster is still smiling.
i think a lot about how in the past women/afab people disguised themselves as men and lived for years undetected (in all-male workplaces!!) because it really drives home the point that there is so much natural variation in human bodies that would enable somebody to believably do this. like not only is it natural for men to be very short but it’s also natural for them to have high voices, it’s natural for women to be tall, built, and masculine,and the fact that people in the past just rolled with it like “he has dainty hands and that’s none of my business” gives me some type of jealousy. people have gotten way too comfortable deciding what traits are normal for what sex. i think we all need to mind our business more.
This child who came to my house tonight is literally the funniest human being on the planet. She complimented me on having both lollipops and mini Three Musketeers available because “a lot of houses these days don’t give you a fruit flavor option.” She was very solemn about this.
There are two main kinds of reactions people have to seeing someone using a white cane walking towards them: fearful and aggressive.
The fearful are the ones who press themselves flat against walls as you pass by, the ones who see you coming and cross the street to not walk by you, the ones like the guy who walked into my path and then, upon seeing me, leapt two feet backwards shouting, “Oh shit!”
The fearful are an annoyance, but they’re not usually dangerous. They don’t seem to grasp that the path is generally wide enough for both of us, that my cane only takes up two more inches either side of me and isn’t going to kill them. They’re the ones that my friends remark on most, because once you realise what they’re doing you can never stop noticing that people do this.
The aggressive, however, are a different story.
The aggressive are the ones who stare you down as you walk towards them like they’re playing a game of chicken, the ones who wave and say hello and when you reply they use it as evidence you’re not blind. They’re the ones who try to hopscotch over your cane. They’re the ones who will kick your cane and try to trip you up for fun. They’re the ones that deliberately slow down, giggling as they look back at you, because they want you to walk into them and to hurt yourself. They’re the ones who you’ll walk by and, even though neither you nor your cane even brushes them, they’ll get angry at you because don’t you know you could hurt someone by walking around with that thing? Don’t you know you should have someone with you at all times to make sure you don’t hit someone?
There’s a different kind of aggressive, too, and I don’t know a single blind person who has not encountered this kind. This is the kind of aggressive who tries to “help” you, the kind who grabs your arm and drags you across roads without talking to you or asking. The kind who pull you into oncoming traffic and expect you to be grateful. The kind who pick up your cane to lead you. The kind who will get you hit by a car in the name of helpfulness. This kind does not realise or even care that it is terrifying to have an unseen person grab you and start dragging you away, who don’t get that the cane is your contact with the world around you and they have stripped you of knowledge and safety by picking it up off the ground. This kind does not realise or care that it is still kidnapping, still assault, and they expect you to be grateful that they deigned to “help” you.
All three kinds don’t see you as a person. The fearful see you as an obstacle, the aggressive see you as an idle amusement or a threat, and the helpful aggressive see you only as a way to feel good about themselves.
The second you hold a white cane you are unpersoned.
Do your local blind person a favour and cut that shit out.
An incomplete list of things that employers commonly threaten that are 100% illegal in the United States
“We’ll fire you if you tell others how much you’re making” The National Labor Relations Act of 1935 specifically protects employees who discuss their own wages with each other (you can’t reveal someone else’s wages if you were given that information in the course of work, but you can always discuss your own or any that were revealed to you outside of work duties)
“If we can’t fire you for [discussing wages/seeking reasonable accommodation/filing a discrimination complaint/etc], we’ll just fire you for something else the next day.” This is called pretextual termination, and it offers your employer almost no protection; if you are terminated shortly after taking a protected action such as wage discussion, complaints to regulatory agencies, or seeking a reasonable accommodation, you can force the burden onto your employer to prove that the termination wasn’t retaliatory.
“Disparaging the company on social media is grounds for termination” Your right to discuss workplace conditions, compensation, and collective action carries over to online spaces, even public ones. If your employer says you aren’t allowed to disparage the company online or discuss it at all, their social media policy is illegal. However, they can forbid releasing information that they’re obligated to keep confidential such as personnel records, business plans, and customer information, so exercise care.
“If you unionize, we’ll just shut this branch down and lay everyone off” Threatening to take action against a group that unionizes is illegal, full stop. If a company were to actually shut down a branch for unionizing, they would be fined very heavily by the NLRB and be opening themselves up to a class-action lawsuit by the former employees.
“We can have any rule we want, it’s only illegal if we actually enforce it” Any workplace policy or rule that has a “chilling effect” on employees’ willingness to exercise their rights is illegal, even if the employer never follows through on any of their threats.
“If you [protected action], we’ll make sure you never work in this industry/city/etc again.” Blacklisting of any kind is illegal in half the states in the US, and deliberately sabotaging someone’s job search in retaliation for a protected action is illegal everywhere in the US.
“Step out of line and you can kiss your retirement fund/last paycheck goodbye.” Your employer can never refuse to give you your paycheck, even if you’ve been fired. Nor can they keep money that you invested in a retirement savings account, and they can only claw back the money they invested in the retirement account under very specific circumstances.
“We’ll deny that you ever worked here” not actually possible unless they haven’t been paying their share of employment taxes or forwarding your withheld tax to the government (in which case they’re guilty of far more serious crimes, and you might stand to gain something by turning them in to the IRS.) The records of your employment exist in state and federal tax data, and short of a heist that would put Oceans 11 to shame, there’s nothing they can do about that.
Found these tags on my last hand-drawn post inspiring:
I’m so good at art.
This doodle made me laugh too much so now this is the Fred this week
THE ONE PIZZA…!
THE ONE PIZZA IS REAL!!!!!!
A scan of the old Friday Fred expansion from the GUYS system. I don’t think this is Friday Fred’s first appearance, but I could be wrong. It’s definitely an off-model design.
Fred is Going Corporate
He can’t stay this small forever…
♩ ♪ ♫ ♬Nu är vi här Fred♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬CaramelDansen♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
We need you to roll up a most radical Friday, Prince.
OK this week I am doing a roundup of the Freds which got lost in the shuffle.
Oh no, I’m with the shadowy looking fellow. Last time I went to therapy, a siren whispered sweet nothings into my ear until I passed out. Woke up in a damp undersea cave lathered in coconut oil. Do you know how hard it is to find a decent fish taco in the middle of the ocean?
CALLING THE EPPRBCU! I REPEAT, CALLING THE EPPRBCU!
“I hate you” is boring. “I hope your favorite non human character gets drawn as white twink.“ is unique. it’s terrifying. it’s possible. it’s true. it’s happening.
