Palestine has hope. Say it with me. Palestine has hope. Palestine has hope. Shit like this has happened in the past, and there have always been survivors to tell the tale. Palestine has hope. Palestine has hope. It’s true.
Palestine has hope. Say it with me. Palestine has hope. Palestine has hope. Shit like this has happened in the past, and there have always been survivors to tell the tale. Palestine has hope. Palestine has hope. It’s true.
like, if you’re a bomb disposal guy and your team has a cool bomb-disposal robot which you’ve given a cutesy name to, you may hesitate to put that robot in harm’s way, which is NOT OPTIMAL in the bomb-disposing field.
it also doesn’t help if you hold funerals for the robots after they get exploded (this happens pretty regularly).
anyway nobody has worked out how to stop humans from pack-bonding with literally inanimate objects and they probably never will. (like even knowing it’s a problem, I *still* think those EOD robots deserve funerals).
In 2007, the US military rejected a multi-limbed anti-mine robot because it’s demise was too inhumane.
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oh perfect, this is EXACTLY what I was talking about
Scientists in films: this alien/AI is not human and therefore undeserving of any kindness or sympathy
Scientists irl: This is my friend Robob he’s five feet long, has ten legs and was built to explode mines and if anybody hurts him I will tear apart time and space to get revenge
“I would kill for you. I would die for you” would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
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OP i hope its okay to reblog with your additions bc they are good
not only is it okay, I think i’d like that very much, thank you.
like, if you’re a bomb disposal guy and your team has a cool bomb-disposal robot which you’ve given a cutesy name to, you may hesitate to put that robot in harm’s way, which is NOT OPTIMAL in the bomb-disposing field.
it also doesn’t help if you hold funerals for the robots after they get exploded (this happens pretty regularly).
anyway nobody has worked out how to stop humans from pack-bonding with literally inanimate objects and they probably never will. (like even knowing it’s a problem, I *still* think those EOD robots deserve funerals).
In 2007, the US military rejected a multi-limbed anti-mine robot because it’s demise was too inhumane.
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oh perfect, this is EXACTLY what I was talking about
Scientists in films: this alien/AI is not human and therefore undeserving of any kindness or sympathy
Scientists irl: This is my friend Robob he’s five feet long, has ten legs and was built to explode mines and if anybody hurts him I will tear apart time and space to get revenge
like, if you’re a bomb disposal guy and your team has a cool bomb-disposal robot which you’ve given a cutesy name to, you may hesitate to put that robot in harm’s way, which is NOT OPTIMAL in the bomb-disposing field.
it also doesn’t help if you hold funerals for the robots after they get exploded (this happens pretty regularly).
anyway nobody has worked out how to stop humans from pack-bonding with literally inanimate objects and they probably never will. (like even knowing it’s a problem, I *still* think those EOD robots deserve funerals).
In 2007, the US military rejected a multi-limbed anti-mine robot because it’s demise was too inhumane.
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oh perfect, this is EXACTLY what I was talking about
Scientists in films: this alien/AI is not human and therefore undeserving of any kindness or sympathy
Scientists irl: This is my friend Robob he’s five feet long, has ten legs and was built to explode mines and if anybody hurts him I will tear apart time and space to get revenge
“nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life” ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i’m busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
nuclei don’t touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
When I first signed up for electrolysis, the clinic owner told me her whole staff is trans. Cool. I assumed that meant trans femmes, since we’re the ones who usually need the facial hair removal, so it only makes sense that some of us will go into the business.
Nope! My electrolysis tech is a trans man with a full beard. Huh.
I like how every reply has unanimously agreed that he’s taking the hair for himself. We’re all on the same wavelength here.
I’m going to see him again today to continue my electrolysis. On a scale of one to that’s weird, how much of a bad idea is it to bring a printout of this comic?
I need to know how this ends.
(I haven’t shown him the comic yet. I keep forgetting to prant it)
“nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life” ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i’m busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
nuclei don’t touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
Pussy corrosive. Pussy explosive. I look at that pussy, it’s what I need a dose of. Pussy eroding. Pussy abrasive. I look at that pussy, it’s what I need a taste of. Pussy be stinging. Pussy be hurting. Pussy be sizzling when it’s supposed to be squirting. Pussy disintegrating. Pussy dissolving. Pussy turning heads, that shit is revolving.
Pussy potent. Pussy persuasive. Pussy not local, that shit is invasive. Pussy feeble, pussy pathetic. This pussy ain’t meta, this shit’s diegetic. Pussy ambush, pussy boobytrap. Pussy equipped with a glock and a strap. Pussy not rude, this pussy’s the meanest. This pussy’s a pussy but it’s also a penis
Pussy flexible, pussy twistable, pussy compelling, that shit’s irresistible. Pussy bewildering. Pussy perplexing. Pussy be cursing and pussy be hexing. Eye of newt and turkey gizzard, drink a potion from the pussy wizard. This pussy tells the truth, this pussy tells lies. Can you see through my pussy disguise?
Pussy sopping. Pussy sweating. Pussy complicit, it’s aiding and abetting. Pussy disco. Pussy rave. Put that pussy on the radio waves. Pussy be zesty. Pussy be spiced. Serve up that pussy in a bowl with some rice. Pussy helter. Pussy skelter. I get more pussy than an animal shelter
literally do not know what happened i just blacked out for 5 hours and this was on my computer
The first time I left the US was on a trip with my grandmother to Germany. My grandmother was always traveling. Always! Always off on some holiday somewhere, always bringing back tacky souvenirs.
I spoke a bit of German but was far from fluent. I’d been a little worried about communication but my grandmother assured me we’d be fine. She did this all the time, after all.
My grandmother left me in the hotel room one morning to sleep in while she went to the nearby bakery to get some pastries for breakfast. When she returned, she looked very flustered. She got me up because she had to get this off her chest. The woman in the bakery… didn’t speak ANY English. In her words, “Not a lick of English! Not one word!” I replied, heavy with sarcasm, “Really? In GERMANY?” She didn’t pick up on my sarcasm at all and just thought I was equally as astonished as her.
Turns out every trip she’d ever taken was with some pre-planned tour group for obnoxious white Americans. Never in all her years of traveling had she just gone into a small local shop and had to interact with a local whose entire business didn’t revolve around serving people like her. It was a genuine surprise to her that a person - especially a white person! - would actually not understand English.
I later went down to the bakery to apologize as well as I could in German. Fortunately the woman found it very amusing that the American woman just kept talking louder and slower instead of trying to communicate in some other way, and wasn’t bothered at all. But from that day forward I understood something about my grandmother (and a whole hell of a lot of other Americans) that I could never unlearn. That she literally saw everywhere in the world that wasn’t America like some kind of giant fucking Disney World and everyone who didn’t speak English as some kind of bumbling savage. I was embarrassed to be seen with her, ashamed to be there with her. This is very much A Thing and it’s fucking awful.
When I was young and traveling in the late 90s and to about 2007 I want to say? Every time we left the United states we were sat down and would go through some vocabulary that kids should know. Mainly thank yous, hellos and arbitrary pleasantries.
I learned why this was so important the first time we went to France, we entered a port town after leaving England via boat. My Mother barely speaking French, it was nearing 9pm and we had missed the train because of a docking issue to get to our booked hotel.
The ticket master of the ferry pointed us towards an old inn run by the sweetest woman I had ever met. She met us outside of it, waving us over and through my Mom’s poor French and the Innkeepers broken english the two worked so much out. And after signing us in before she went to prep the room herself. She brought each of my siblings a tea pot filled with some of the best hot chocolate I ever had. Because it was so chilly. The next morning she did the same.
Every time I said Merci in french she’d just light up, she even help me learn a few extra things in the short time of breakfast. Apple, orange, tea cup.
It’s one of my favourite memories as a kid and something I try to show to people who can’t speak English visiting America as I work retail. Because, expecting fluent English is rude.
Appreciate people that can speak your language, no matter how small, because they’re doing their best.
I work at a non profit that specifically works with immigrant women. I can’t give specifics of any interactions due to confidentiality, but I can say that many of the white people I work with are impatient at best and downright rude at worst to the women who don’t speak English fluently. This sounds counterintuitive, right? That people working or volunteering at a centre for immigrant women would act like that to women who don’t speak English?
These white people travel or volunteer for their own egos, their own agendas. People are props to them, and people who don’t speak English (especially people of colour) are props that they can’t use.
The English language as a measure of people’s intelligence and/or worth is exactly what the colonists intended. Don’t let yourself be a part of that.
Once I was in Germany for a work thing and the only place I could manage to get a room was this old local hotel run by an old German lady.
I speak: Italian, English, and a tiny bit of French.
She spoke: German and Czech.
It was the most fun I’ve ever had.
When I visited Paris, everyone told me how rude the French would be to me and how they’d *hate* if I spoke English but would hate it even more if I tried to speak French.
My sister and I both are *okay* at French. We both studied it for a few years. And all the people I met in Paris were nice and friendly as hell to us. I remember one waitress in particular who was super friendly and happy that we made an effort to read the French menu instead of requesting an English one. Everyone seemed to appreciate that we at least, tried our best in French.
I honestly am now suspicious every time someone tells me how rude the French are, especially Parisians. I’m starting to think the tourists themselves were being rude first.
cc'ing this particularly for @petermorwood’s attention. :) …The “have the very basics if nothing else” approach – please, thank you very much, I’m sorry my [language of travel] is so terrible, where’s the toilet, I’d like another, etc – has taken us far and wide without a lick of rudeness anywhere. Especially not France.
(Disclosure: my few French words and phrases are left over from a fourth-grade experimental class: Peter had college-level multimedia French and still speaks it better than he reads it.) Even simply to walk into a shop and say “Bonjour m'sieur, bonjour madame” and then add, in resigned but cheerful-enough English “I’m so sorry, that’s all I’ve got, can someone possibly help me?…” has produced much cheerfulness in return… and immediate English that’s been lightyears better than my French. Trying counts, and is pretty much invariably appreciated.
There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.
I’m not saying this just for morale. I’m saying this as a reminder that the colonialist regime relies on your despair, uses it to further their propaganda. Once you lose hope, and tell everyone you lose hope, you are aiding the Zionist Entity.
Make it a point that you BELIEVE that Palestine will be free even in the face of genocide. Hope can halt genocide. Do not aid our oppressors.
i hate whenever people say “autism and adhd are basically the same disorder” because that isn’t even remotely true. autism believes a strong defense is the best offense, and focuses on keeping plays connected in order to steadily earn points, while adhd is characterized by unpredictable high risk combination attacks that prioritize scoring
I hate how when you add ANY amount of new liquid to a boiling pot it immediately goes dead silent like…. Oh. You’re here 😐. The water molecules looking at you like
small brain: the olympics are about sports! regular brain: the olympics are about putting nationalism aside to celebrate human achievement! galaxy brain: the olympics are about satisfying our desires for big nationalistic pageants in a mostly harmless way! exploding universe buddha fireworks chakra brain: the olympics are a modern potlach ceremony, in the "destruction of wealth for prestige" sense, because of what a shitshow it is for whatever city hosts them
Don’t you ever forget the Palestinian artists and poets in Gaza that were murdered by Israel. Dreams of opening art galleries and sharing poetry, years of endless practice and growing passion. They loved life and they loved art, despite being born under occupation and apartheid they were never going to give up what they loved. In fact, they resisted through it every moment of their lives.
The art teachers. The poets. The girl who wanted to become a theater star. The teenage boy who loved to draw his favorite characters. Not vague or faceless, not numbers, each one was a soul with memories and passion and dreams. Each soul was an entire universe extinguished.
No. Dumbfuck. This conversation has been had before. The language of gnomes is Gnomish. The language of dwarves and elves is Dwarvish and elvish respectively. Gnomish, means of gnome heritage. Gnome-ish means gnome-like. Do you see a dash in my name where Gnomish is? No. Respect the dash.
Wait I thought gnome-like was that type of game that is designed around always starting from 0 with randomised rooms
What?
You know, like Binding of Isaac
What did Isaac do to go to prison?
Stolen valor
How did he steal it?
Very nimbly
So he is a cloud wizard
No, if he were then he’d do it very nimbusly
Same thing
You don’t know how many cloud wizards would be fucking pissed if they heard you say that, they very much care about the semantics between the two
I’m sure all five of them will be brimming with rage
You want the worst thunderstorm possible on your lawn? This is exactly how you get it
Sounds like free rain and loud noises. The rain will water my plants
That’s assuming that lightning hasn’t scorched them first, or that they are not being drowned by a literal flood
There’s no lightning involved. And I have safeguards again as flood.
Fair, but being wizards they aren’t limited to making it rain JUST water
Blood will fertilize my carnivorous plants, and acid will fertilizer my pestilent plants of rot.
Again, do you think that they are limited to those?
There aren’t many other liquids that could do anything remotely harmful.
Again, do you think they are limited to just liquid?
Yes, actually. Otherwise it’s not rain, and clouds hold moisture, not rats.
You need to research cloud wizards more
You need to research clouds
I did. Side note, have you ever watched and read jojo’s bizarre adventure? Specifically parts 6 and 9?
No. I don’t pay attention to jojo siwa
Wrong jojo, I’m talking the bizarre adventure one
Again, I don’t pay attention to jojo siwa
The siwa is a different jojo altogether, you will not survive the coming spring with this misinformation
Every spring I endure all the same
Until the spring you don’t
My death will not come in spring. I will fall for the last time in Autumn.
Funny, that’s exactly what the last 15 said
Good for them, but they weren’t me, and you aren’t my greatest foe.
the court has concluded that there is plausible immediate risk of prejudicial (i.e. significantly harmful) outcome for Gazans if measures are not taken before it reaches its final conclusion, and is calling for immediate interim measures.
some of Israel’s acts “fall within the scope” of article 2 of genocide convention (preventing births, denying food and fuel) & court is ruling that Israel must not do these things, must punish incitement of genocide, implement humanitarian aid, ensure preservation of evidence
Israel must submit report about all measures taken to meet these requirements within one month; to be then sent to South Africa for comment
these rulings “create international legal obligations” for Israel (and South Africa)
calling for immedate & unconditional release of all hostages taken by Hamas.
(votes as follows: 15 votes to 2 call for Israel to stop committing acts falling under articles 2 and 3 of genocide convention
16 votes to 1 call for Israel to take measures to prevent, and punish, incitements to genocide
16 votes to 1 call for Israel to take “immediate and effective measures” to improve life in Gaza re: resources
15 votes to 2 call for Israel to preserve evidence, and take measures against destruction of evidence, relating to acts falling under acts 2 and 3 of genocide convention
15 votes to 2 call for Israel to submit a report within 1 month)
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crowd waving Palestinian flags and chanting “revolution,” “intifada,” and “ceasefire now” outside
muezzin calling the first couple lines of a call to prayer
i am a big believer in letting music (and other media) come to you when you’re ready for it. you may only know vaguely of an acclaimed beloved artist and suspect that you’d be into them but just… not ever get around to it. and then in 15 years one of their songs just hits you the right way and what a gift to suddenly have all of their works to explore! there is no hurry; what is good is always good.
suburbia; or the sad, quiet horror of getting everything you ever wanted
“No Surprises,” Radiohead // Safe (1995) // Kingdom Come, J.G. Ballard // Blue Velvet (1986) // “Once in a Lifetime,” Talking Heads // Little Shop of Horrors (1986) // Jon Ware on I Am In Eskew // Vivarium (2019) // “His ‘n’ Hers,” Pulp // The Truman Show (1998) // White Noise, Don DeLillo // Supergod, Warren Ellis and Garrie Gastonny // 17776, Jon Bois // photograph of 1970s Las Vegas underground Cold War bunker // Disco Elysium, ZA/UM
to everyone saying “oh i’m too scared of human contact/i can’t find anyone”
1. i promise, in an rp server, everyone is as much of an awkward nerd as you. you are not going to be crucified in the garden for being a bit shy
2. disboard is a great place to find to find rp servers, so is tumblr “look up *insert fandom* rp” and you’ll probably find one. if not, make one! i’m sure you have friends who want to join
the world is your oyster
i love seeing people in here advertise their own rp servers, and other people deciding to actually join some. go forth and roleplay my dear friends
when i say get off ai, i don’t mean “rp with humans but keep ai as a sidechick”, i mean get off ai. it’s an autocorrect powered by stolen writing, get your ass off
blocking any and all ai supporters, i’m not sure what you’re doing here
I am once again reminding people that it wasn’t unusual to have this sort of politics on the radio in the 2010s. It’s not ahead of its time, your culture just got fascist since then.
The Offspring’s song Kill The President was regularly played in the ‘00s and '10s
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