I just saw someone refer to Twitter as the bird app and for a second I thought they meant Merlin, the bird ID app made by Cornell. Either I’ve been doing too much birdwatching or I need more sleep.
they let the pest control man throw out the first pitch 😭
I looked this up and I need you all to know that the stadium was blasting Holding Out For A Hero as the bee man was vaccuming them up with his shop vac. There’s video. It’s amazing.
they let the pest control man throw out the first pitch 😭
I looked this up and I need you all to know that the stadium was blasting Holding Out For A Hero as the bee man was vaccuming them up with his shop vac. There’s video. It’s amazing.
they let the pest control man throw out the first pitch 😭
I looked this up and I need you all to know that the stadium was blasting Holding Out For A Hero as the bee man was vaccuming them up with his shop vac. There’s video. It’s amazing.
I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
his videos make me feel like I’m awake at 5 in the morning against my will and everyone else at the party is either unconscious or staring at the corner like the blair witch
his videos make me feel like I’m awake at 5 in the morning against my will and everyone else at the party is either unconscious or staring at the corner like the blair witch
“the prefrontal cortex doesn’t fully form until yr 25!!” y do u wish to take more agency away from teens and young adults. y do u refer to phrenology to inform yr worldview. I’m about to undevelop yr prefrontal cortex with a baseball bat if u don’t shut the fuck up
for the ppl who keep saying this is an objective fact, from the Wikipedia list of common misconceptions:
it’s pop science. it’s pseudoscience. it’s phrenology. it’s not real. it’s being used as an excuse to call older people pedophiles and take away the rights of younger people. shut the fuck up.
“the prefrontal cortex doesn’t fully form until yr 25!!” y do u wish to take more agency away from teens and young adults. y do u refer to phrenology to inform yr worldview. I’m about to undevelop yr prefrontal cortex with a baseball bat if u don’t shut the fuck up
for the ppl who keep saying this is an objective fact, from the Wikipedia list of common misconceptions:
it’s pop science. it’s pseudoscience. it’s phrenology. it’s not real. it’s being used as an excuse to call older people pedophiles and take away the rights of younger people. shut the fuck up.
Had a dream this morning that Archive of our Own had a Random button which would simply take you to a random fanfic, like Wikipedia has. (AO3 does not appear to really have this, I checked and couldn’t find one, but I kinda wish they did.) Someone had started a game where whatever fic you got, that was your new fandom, which is very fun! I would love this meme in real life.
The problem came in where so many people used the button that it broke and just started sending everyone to Stealing Harry, and like…I have fond memories of Stealing Harry but it’s not my best work and nobody should be assigned to be a Harry Potter fan in this day and age.
So I decide to go off and find Astolat and demand she fix this but when I finally did (there was a whole quest) she turned to me like the baddie in a horror flick and said, “But that’s the most random story there is” in a dark voice and I was terrified and woke up.
In the cold light of day I know there are more random stories by me on the archive, let alone by others, but I’m not going to try to get back there to argue my case. Pretty sure whatever I spoke to was actually the demon specifically assigned to plague fandom and not Astolat at all.
I’d say “get thee behind me, demon” but I know just how many porny fics on AO3 begin with that premise. (I’ve written some.) Begone foul spirit, and take your Satanic Panic with you!
This made me laugh so hard - of all the things a sleeping mind can offer up as entertainment, poor Copperbadge was visited by a demonic Astolat impersonator.
Had a dream this morning that Archive of our Own had a Random button which would simply take you to a random fanfic, like Wikipedia has. (AO3 does not appear to really have this, I checked and couldn’t find one, but I kinda wish they did.) Someone had started a game where whatever fic you got, that was your new fandom, which is very fun! I would love this meme in real life.
The problem came in where so many people used the button that it broke and just started sending everyone to Stealing Harry, and like…I have fond memories of Stealing Harry but it’s not my best work and nobody should be assigned to be a Harry Potter fan in this day and age.
So I decide to go off and find Astolat and demand she fix this but when I finally did (there was a whole quest) she turned to me like the baddie in a horror flick and said, “But that’s the most random story there is” in a dark voice and I was terrified and woke up.
In the cold light of day I know there are more random stories by me on the archive, let alone by others, but I’m not going to try to get back there to argue my case. Pretty sure whatever I spoke to was actually the demon specifically assigned to plague fandom and not Astolat at all.
I’d say “get thee behind me, demon” but I know just how many porny fics on AO3 begin with that premise. (I’ve written some.) Begone foul spirit, and take your Satanic Panic with you!
This made me laugh so hard - of all the things a sleeping mind can offer up as entertainment, poor Copperbadge was visited by a demonic Astolat impersonator.
[ID: A drawing of a red kite with white, black and green bows on its tail. The caption says “No amount of propaganda should convince you that some children don’t deserve to grow up. End ID]
I love stuff like this. Didn’t a tribe in Africa send America some cows after 9/11? Like this is holy and the most valuable thing we have. We hear your suffering and want to do anything in our power to help
It was not a potato famine. The famine didn’t happen because of the potato yeald failing. Ireland was actually producing more than enough food. However it was almost all land owned by Brittish landowners, who took all of the food out of the country to sell in UK. Potato was what the Irish farmers ate, because it was cheep and could be produced in worst parts of the land, where more profitable food couldn’t be grown. When there were no longer potatos, the decision for the farmers was to either starve and sent the food as rent to the landlords or loose their homes and then starve.
The Brittish goverment was unwilling to do anything for two reasons. First was the laissez-faire capitalistic ideology, that put the rights of property owners to make profits above human lives. Rent freeze was unthinkable and they even were unwilling to do proper relief efforts as free food would lower the cost of food. The second reason was distain for the Irish, and the thought that they were “breeding too much” and the famine was a natural way to trim down the population, aka genocidal reasoning.
This is why it’s important to stress it was not a potato famine. The potato blinght was all over Europe but only in Ireland there was a famine. The reasons behind it had nothing to do with potatos and everything to do with the Brittish.
Apparently what made Choctaw want to offer relief to Irish was the news about the Doolough Tragedy. Hundreds of starving people were gathered for inspection to verify they were entitled to recieve relief. The officials would for *some reason* not do that and instead left to a hunting lodge 19 kilometers away to spend the night and said to the starvqing people they would have to walk there by morning to be inspected. The weather conditions were terrible and many of them died completely needlessly during the walk thoroung day and night.
This apparently reminded the Choctaw of their own very recent (and much more explicit and bigger scale) experiences of ethnic clensing, where they were forcibly relocated. It was basically a death march and thousands of Choctaw died from the terrible conditions also completely needlessly.
In 2015 a memorial named Kindred Spirits was installed in Southern Ireland to commemorate the Chactow donation.
Note: I am by no means a professional in health or otherwise. This is personal experience. I made this as a metaphor to help my parents understand me better.
Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
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