girl, you KNOW I am petered out. I am spent. I am slogged. Absolutely fatigued. Feeling rather lethargic. I am the epitome of slothful. Just a real foggy-in-the-head kinda boy. I’m all tuckered out.
boss is asleep. currently on a quest to steal some wine
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stop reblogging this i’m gonna get caught you fuckers
#/srs
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hahaha it would be so funny if i got so deathly drunk my hot doctor boyfriend had to escort me to the infirmary and pin me down so i dont end up stabbing someone and holding me by the hair to force my chin up and make me drink medicine hahahahaha
#please #pleaseee #i am so gay rn
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i miss my wife
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currently having the time of my life. everything is great. except my new husband. i hope he dies
#captive princess life
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never thought id have to say this but please do not try to make homemade wine with random shit you find on the woods ?? a guy just died
#psa #medicine
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guys im gonna be honest the worst thing to ever happen in my life was my brother coming back
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:((
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you are literally on my DNI. this is your fifth account. please go away
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why are all the animals coughing to death?
#is this normal #vets of tumblr answer me
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these trojans ain’t shit 😂😂😂 we’ll be winning this easy fr
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girl help it’s been ten years
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being haunted by visions can be very fun actually
#therapist told me to be positive #trying
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hello
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stop telling me to kill myself???
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i hope you nerds name men on men attraction after me when i die
[image description: a meme showing several people dancing at a party. one person stands alone in the corner with text by them saying “they don’t know the excruciating oc lore that only exists within my brain…” end description]
Did I ever tell you folks about the time I saved Sesame Street?
Back in 2002, I was attending the University of Oregon (my second go at college, and my third school) and had the morning off from classes, and was idly flipping channels (because people used to do that) and landed on PBS as Sesame Street came on.
Now, I grew up on Sesame Street, and I’m still a big fan of the layers of humor they manage, so I figured I’d watch a bit and probably flip away if I got bored. In the street segment, Oscar the Grouch was watching some grouch TV station as it played an ad for an amusement park, something like “Sick Flags Over Yuckyworld”, and in this ad, in that early internet time, they included a URL: yuckyworld.org .
I thought this was hilarious, and particularly loved the fact that it was a .org domain, so I got on my computer to see what CTW/Sesame Workshop had put up.
They hadn’t put anything up.
They’d neglected to register the domain.
I immediately had horrific visions of what might show up there. Anybody could snap the name up. 4chan wasn’t around yet, but it was the heyday of Something Awful and rotten.com, and I had huge fears of somebody putting up some shock site just in time to hit the afternoon broadcast.
So I registered the domain myself, and within 15 minutes or so had a barebones site up, just a text affair to hold the place, explaining what had gone on and letting the showrunners know that I’d give them the site if they contacted me.
They did indeed contact me by the next day, and I arranged to transfer the domain back to them. I think the situation was that they’d intended to register the domain — the next segment was Oscar getting an adult to help him look up the site on the web, so it was intended as a teaching thing — but paperwork had gotten lost and the episode aired before the site was ready. I got some nice letters from parents thanking me for looking out for their kids, and the SesameStreet.com folks sent me a t-shirt, a mug, and one of those “autographed” photos of the Muppet cast.
So, anyway, that’s my contribution to children’s television history.
awww that’s wonderful
Penny rose thanks you from the depth of her soul as do I
when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.
this is in no way a slam on hardcore hiking, it’s very fun, but i mostly just need to lower people’s expectations when i say hiking is a hobby of mine
i literally fucking blinked and this shit happened istg y’all are insane—
Fuck it. Spread this post to every nook and cranny on tumblr. Prove to everyone that this site is ALIVE and FLOURISHING and that it will last for fucking DECADES
i literally fucking blinked and this shit happened istg y’all are insane—
Fuck it. Spread this post to every nook and cranny on tumblr. Prove to everyone that this site is ALIVE and FLOURISHING and that it will last for fucking DECADES
Bumped into a guy I knew from ages ago last night who casually mentioned he was going in for surgery next week.
I said that I hope everything’s alright and he went “aye just getting a sex change” and I was halfway through congratulating him before he realised he wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted, panicked and tried to play it off as a joke.
Since I discovered that “step out of your comfort zone” is supposed to mean “safely experiment with doing small things to expand your life experience” and not “ignore the fact that you are disabled and cause yourself physical and emotional pain until you have a meltdown and then stay in bed for two days straight”, my life has drastically improved.
I did a tweet on this but lemme put it in here anyway
So yeah ‘step out of your comfort zone’ means 'engage your learning zone’ but not 'Ignore all your feelings and yeet your ass into the panic zone’
the alternative girl with pathetic boyfriend thing has to end
Hi, I run a small Etsy business selling replica Scott Pilgrim cosplay items. You’re personally hurting my livelihood by saying this. Think about the effect your words have on others.
My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency
Was talking about saw x with a girl in class today and she’s Hispanic so we were both kinda laughing/complaining about the yellow filter they always put over Mexico and south asian/middle east countries and then that one asshole dude cut in and started explaining how color grading was a very intentional choice made by the directors and how important it is to cinema (like ok. Shut up and maybe think about how hollywoods biases might affect their portrayal of certain regions because THATS what we were talking about. Not the concept of color grading) and then he got really mad at me because I was like “omg you’re so right” and started waxing poetic about how the blue filter on twilight was the best example of color grading I’d ever seen in film because it perfectly encapsulates the misery of the pacific northwest
the thing they dont tell you about working with little kids is it wrecks your vocabulary. you hear a kid phrase something bizarrely in a way only a 5 year old can and now any time you lose shit youre like “it dissed appear”
every time someone tells me to be careful, in my head i repeat what one of my kids said as a small child.
As a holdover from when churches used to run schools, many states in Australia legislate that the local church can come into schools to teach religion classes for an hour each week.
These ‘scripture teacher’ roles generally do not require any formal education training, and can be filled by just about any random off the street, which means that for one class a week Australian students are subjected to some of the most unhinged people on earth teaching them all kinds of made up stuff with zero supervision.
Aussies: This is a free thread to reply with the stories of the funniest things your scripture teachers said or did when you were a kid.
Ours always gave us Christian themed crosswords that she made herself, but she could never format them properly for some reasons so some boxes had two letters in them, and some had little doodles of flowers or crosses to fill gaps (????). She also told us candy canes were shaped that way because they are a J for Jesus (this is, shockingly, not true), and easter eggs are actually not eggs but a chocolate representation of the stone rolled in front of Jesus’ tomb (this is also, SHOCKINGLY, not true)
This is exactly the kind of unhinged educational material we’re talking about!
Also shoutout to this gold in the tags:
And we forgot, “having to sit in silence on your own for an hour” was up until recently the most common alternative if your parents opted you out of the dumpster fire:
Keep em coming!
Okay this has very much broken containment outside of Aussie tumblr, but we’ve read back through the *hundreds* of amazing replies and here are a handful of the most Batshit so far:
Pretty sure this one is a legit hate crime:
And the absolute pinacle:
im not australian, but i did have religion class in high school and one time our preacher said that animals dont go to heaven the same week one girl lost her childhood dog and she cried so much she puked on top of him
in light of a four day ceasefire in Gaza being agreed upon, i am once again asking you all not to lose sight of the big picture. Biden and the Israeli Government are trying to frame this as a major democratic victory and as a favor respectively. they have no intention of a total ceasefire. they have no intention of stopping their genocide. remember - a ceasefire is the very first step. it’s not even the bare minimum.
the absolute bare minimum in this situation is 1) a complete ceasefire and immediate humanitarian aid in Gaza, 2) complete halt of all military foreign aid to the Israeli government, 3) the Israeli government being prosecuted for its war crimes in the International Criminal Court, and 4) land back and reparations for the Palestinian people. free Palestine means free Palestine, not just temporarily stop carpet bombing Palestine.
a temporary ceasefire is something, but it’s not even close to the end goal. we cannot let up pressure when things seem to be looking up. keep protesting, boycotting, spreading awareness, contacting politicians, etcetera. keep your eyes on Gaza. free Palestine.
I hate when people try to be some kinda funnyman in response to powerful art. Maybe you should just earnestly feel things once in a while, babe.
Oh, and adding to this…I also hate when people try to be some kinda funnyman in response to art that was earnestly done but maybe fell short of what it was trying to do or had a certain naivety to it…maybe you should just earnestly try to make things once in a while, babe.
“Le repos du fakir” (2003), Stéphane Argillet and Gilles Paté
learn to recognize and denounce hostile architecture. often it’s disguised as “artistic design”, but they just want to be cruel to homeless people.
I often think about how quickly my health took a nosedive while homeless that led to be becoming physically disabled and unable to walk and I had multiple doctors orders to be on bedrest and I had no bed to be in. I couldn’t even lay to rest on benches in town because they’re all hostile.
I got a simple infection, which led to permanent disability.
We know that homelessness and disability are very linked, and we know homeless people are often disabled or become disabled.
I wonder what my health would look like today if I wasn’t forced to always be moving, and to never be able to rest. If even I could’ve safely laid down for a few hours every day. Maybe I would’ve made a full recovery. Who knows.
looks like “Le repos du fakir” translates to “the poor’s rest”
no it doesn’t.
okay… what does it say?
The word fakir comes from the Arabic word faqr, which means “poverty,” but a Fakir is specifically a holy man/mystic. He may be poor (by choice), but that is only one of his qualities. Significantly, he is often depicted in art, popular culture, and caricature sleeping or sitting on a bed of nails. Fakirs are also associated with performance art where they perform physically uncomfortable positions and tasks with apparent ease. This is such a great title because you have a street performer (Stéphane Argillet) putting himself in physically uncomfortable positions with apparent ease, like fakirs do, but also because it makes you think about the idea of the homeless or impoverished person. In the places where this hostile architecture is created, we treat the like homeless like nuisances, the same way one might try to discourage pigeons, raccoons, or pests. However, there are many different religions and cultures that hold up the person without a home, possessions, or attachments to society as a holy man, a mystic, someone to learn from. Comparing and contrasting the situations gives me a lot to think about.
At least, that’s my takeaway. There might be even more layers of meaning here that I don’t understand or am not aware of, and I welcome insights from native French speakers or people more familiar with Fakirs to add their insights.
When you type “Le repos du fakir” into google translate it doesn’t even translate into “the poor’s rest,” but to “the fakir’s rest” because fakir is a specific existing word in English, French, Arabic, and other languages. I’m not sure how you got your translation. Maybe when it translated you did fakir by itself and it suggested a related term in another language?
I’m not trying to jump down your throat, it’s just that it really bummed me out and struck me as odd to see someone tack on an incorrect and unresearched translation to a post instead of checking the notes for an accurate translation, asking someone else for a translation, doing more research, or just enjoying the piece of art… especially when the actual meaning of the title is so excellent.
That does explain why Google couldn’t just translate it on one go. It did do that. It perceived everything except “fakir” as French and gave “rest of the ____”. Fakir by itself it took as Turkish and gave “poor”. Those together made sense and I didn’t investigate it further
I hate when people are in denial that christmas is christian. I always feel like I have to be sensitive around atheist/agnostic people who celebrate “cultural christmas.” like babes it’s still about the birth of jesus, and the reason it’s celebrated is because jesus is some people’s god. like I’m sorry. I’m not saying you’re christian if you celebrate christmas (obviously lol, there’s a lot more to being christian than that, like at a bare minimum identifying as christian) but it’s a christian holiday about the christian god.
girl help I’m getting they/them’d by well-meaning people who don’t know what a tomboy is
This feeling is strange and complicated. On the one hand it’s legit quite cool that nonbinary pronouns are becoming more widespread! On the other, I’ve spent my whole life pursuing interests and hobbies and ideals that weren’t seen as particularly feminine, and when I was younger this was a major source of bullying and stress alongside some generalized misogyny taking the form of “you can’t do or be anything you think is cool because you are innately inferior and to do otherwise means violating your nature,” and it took me a while to conclude that this was just straight horseshit top to bottom and I could do whatever I wanted and present myself however I wanted without in any way being Not A Girl, and now it’s like the exact same concept has flipped sides and is coming from a point of theoretical validation but still calculates out to “that’s not very ladylike of you, you must be something else”. anyway she/her thanks gang
I think it’s like. the understanding that the gender binary is a small part of a much wider space of identities is separate from the understanding that a lot of that gender binary is a false dichotomy that artificially walls off universal human experiences behind specific pronouns and while the first concept is gaining wider understanding the second is lagging a little, which means “I am a girl and I like doing boy things” reads as “oh I’ve heard about this, you must be one of the Others who don’t do the binary” rather than “the concept of ‘boy things’ is stupid from the jump”
just to be 100% clear
what this post is NOT talking about: using they/them pronouns for someone you don’t know, aren’t sure of, hasn’t had a chance to introduce themselves, etc.
what this post IS talking about: my highly personal experience seeing some people “correcting” my commenters that were using she/her pronouns for me, because, despite me exclusively using she/her pronouns and saying so whenever asked, through no action of mine they had gotten the idea that I was using “they/them”.
girl help I put a nuanced personal experience on the reading comprehension website
These houses are also made of mud with thatched roofs. Locally sourced, abundant materials paired with designs that have stood the test of time MAKE SENSE.
There is a section of humanity who want this strange kind of uniformity across the world. Houses must be made of brieze blocks and have electric air con and gas heating. Same shops everywhere. Cultural homogeneity.
Reject it. This world is diverse and beautiful and humans have found so many diverse and beautiful solutions to our problems! Let’s treasure them.
If you had five billion you could hop from job to job, calling entitled customers idiots all across your city, putting the fear of You into every shithead in town until people become afraid to be rude to servers and cashiers, lest you emerge from the back room like some kind of manners-enforcing specter
With all his idiotic decisions he might actually go below that number at some point.
The whole “physical frailty, irritability and social withdrawal occasionally punctuated by sudden manic episodes with delusions of grandeur” bit is largely derived from historical stereotypes about people with mercury poisoning. (In reality, mania and delusions are rare in mercury poisoning victims, but they got to be part of the stereotype anyway!) You tend to see this specific stereotypical personality associated with any profession that’s historically been prone to mercury exposure, ranging from hat-makers (as immortalised in the idiom “mad as a hatter”*) to lighthouse keepers.
I’m not sure whether there’s a specific reason that wizards – being a fictional profession – also tend to fall into that bucket, or whether they just picked it up by association; I want to say it has something to do with alchemists (who were notably prone to giving themselves mercury poisoning), but that’s speculation on my part – I don’t know enough about historical stereotypes about alchemists to back that up.
* to anticipate the inevitable well-actually, I’m aware that “mad as a hatter” probably originated as a corruption of an earlier idiom “mad as an adder”; however, its meaning drifted over time, and by the 19th Century it was firmly associated with mercury poisoning among hat-makers even if it didn’t start out that way.
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