princediablo:

imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer:

Tim: When will Ted himself…finally show up to the talk?
Dick: The final boss.
Jason: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right?
Tim: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

nyanbinyuri:

the-only-useful-lesbian:

the-only-useful-lesbian:

to the fairest

Athena

Aphrodite

Hera

Hestia

See Results

I am trying to see if this gets as many or more votes than the last one so PLEASE I’m begging you reblog.

charlesoberonn:

zvaigzdelasas:

zvaigzdelasas:

zvaigzdelasas:

pattern-recognition:

uraandri:

these people really will just say whatever

DPRK world tour

He’s north korea….he’s north korea….you’re north korea….IM north korea…..are there any other north koreas I should know about

worms-in-my-brain:

Just a reminder that ableism against personality disorders, especially cluster b personality disorder, is alive and well.

Not having empathy doesn’t make someone evil. It doesn’t make them an abuser. In fact, people without empathy are better in certain vital positions. We’re better at being first responders, 911 operators, and other tasks that would overwhelm empaths. We work better in critical situations than empaths do.

Thinking that any disorder makes someone evil is ableist. And when you take into account the sexist bias in diagnosing women with BPD and the racist and classist bias in diagnosing POC and prison inmates with ASPD and NPD? It’s not only ableist, it’s all kinds of -ists. Plus, it’s really rich for someone who claims that empathy is what makes someone good to have so little empathy for people with disorders that are literally trauma-based.

So yeah if you see someone being a dick to people with PDs? Say something. Because they’re definitely not going to listen to us.

sayruq:

It’s a lie media outlets keep repeating. I’m so sick of this

bongripsforkobeni:

dunmeshistash:

Dungeon Meshi - Izutsumi Futon Ratings

she’s a cat that was turned into a human and you can’t convince me otherwise

proximalghost:

ayeforscotland:

*Stares directly into the camera*

creatures-in-posts:

important-animal-images:

Creatures located in this post:

beansnmcnuggets:

therealcallmekd:

glitchyk:

moshieee-but-evil:

unfunnyaceartist:

howdacookiecrumbls:

mersinia:

transasfuck30:

ibuildblasters:

certifiedgirlthing:

gayboygaming:

maxfact:

lizclipse:

maxfact:

catboybiologist:

shaaknaa:

memeclassheroes:

??? Uhhh… backtaxes? Stealing the Mayor’s shorts? Gambling? Idk, Stardew Valley crimes?

Breaking and Exiting

Man where do I even begin with Risk of Rain 2

homesteading

Vintage story mentioned let’s fucking gooooo!!!!

Dropping a nuke on Seoul

Patrolling the Mojave with a sawed-off shotgun.

ARMED CONFLICT

Countless war crimes

Playing God

Killing gods. Multiple times in a row. For a Shiny New Gun.

Running a cult and sacrificing my friend

Money laundering through farm work

Okay I can’t remember so my most recent ones are

Power wash simulator, Fnaf security breech, plate up, Minecraft, and cult of the lamb (yes I have a shitty memory and don’t remember which one was played last to fuck off)

I dunno using too much water

Breaking and entering and than committing mass criminal misconduct, impersonating staff, damaging equipment, resisting arrest

Cooking someone alive, or cooking raw food

Being god.

Killing off all five leaders of the realm and putting them under servitude within my cult and as sending to godhood through the blood ashes and despair of the portals who once quaked under their wrath.

Observing the Orb™ (Very illegal!)

Several violations of the Geneva Convention, including…

• 17 counts of using incendiary weapons
• 50 counts of using improvised weapons
• 9 counts of using serrated weapons
• 16 counts of using nuclear/radioactive weapons
• 5 counts of using spiked weapons
• 14 counts of chemical warfare
• Directing attacks toward medical personnel (technically doesn’t count because the medical personnel was a direct combatant)
• Attacking unarmed/surrendering combatants

In addition to this, I am also guilty of:

• 4 counts of attempted murder
• 4 counts of actual murder, including the murder of Tom Jones
• 2-3 counts of sexual harassment, depending on what exactly “non-milk substance” means
• Killing Santa Claus
• At least 17 counts of medical malpractice (that we are aware of)
• Untold amounts of arson
• An unknown number of counts of conspiracy
• Corporate sabotage
• Killing an endangered species
• At least 4 counts of breaking and entering
• Being an Russian American during the Joeseph McCarthy era
• Genocide of German people (yes I’m serious)
• Impersonation and misuse of the image of Tom Jones
• Public indecency
• Collaboration with the Russian Mafia

There’s probably at least one thing that I forgot.

Can you guess what game it was?

(Note: Most of these don’t actually happen in-game, instead being part of the insanely elaborate lore surrounding the game. Only the war crimes, arson, “non-milk substance”, about half the malpractice counts, indecency, and mafia things happen in the game, although I realize that that doesn’t really make it any better.)

Mercenaries: playground of destruction???

beansnmcnuggets:

lukadjo:

beansnmcnuggets:

therealcallmekd:

glitchyk:

moshieee-but-evil:

unfunnyaceartist:

howdacookiecrumbls:

mersinia:

transasfuck30:

ibuildblasters:

certifiedgirlthing:

gayboygaming:

maxfact:

lizclipse:

maxfact:

catboybiologist:

shaaknaa:

memeclassheroes:

??? Uhhh… backtaxes? Stealing the Mayor’s shorts? Gambling? Idk, Stardew Valley crimes?

Breaking and Exiting

Man where do I even begin with Risk of Rain 2

homesteading

Vintage story mentioned let’s fucking gooooo!!!!

Dropping a nuke on Seoul

Patrolling the Mojave with a sawed-off shotgun.

ARMED CONFLICT

Countless war crimes

Playing God

Killing gods. Multiple times in a row. For a Shiny New Gun.

Running a cult and sacrificing my friend

Money laundering through farm work

Okay I can’t remember so my most recent ones are

Power wash simulator, Fnaf security breech, plate up, Minecraft, and cult of the lamb (yes I have a shitty memory and don’t remember which one was played last to fuck off)

I dunno using too much water

Breaking and entering and than committing mass criminal misconduct, impersonating staff, damaging equipment, resisting arrest

Cooking someone alive, or cooking raw food

Being god.

Killing off all five leaders of the realm and putting them under servitude within my cult and as sending to godhood through the blood ashes and despair of the portals who once quaked under their wrath.

Observing the Orb™ (Very illegal!)

Several violations of the Geneva Convention, including…

• 17 counts of using incendiary weapons
• 50 counts of using improvised weapons
• 9 counts of using serrated weapons
• 16 counts of using nuclear/radioactive weapons
• 5 counts of using spiked weapons
• 14 counts of chemical warfare
• Directing attacks toward medical personnel (technically doesn’t count because the medical personnel was a direct combatant)
• Attacking unarmed/surrendering combatants

In addition to this, I am also guilty of:

• 4 counts of attempted murder
• 4 counts of actual murder, including the murder of Tom Jones
• 2-3 counts of sexual harassment, depending on what exactly “non-milk substance” means
• Killing Santa Claus
• At least 17 counts of medical malpractice (that we are aware of)
• Untold amounts of arson
• An unknown number of counts of conspiracy
• Corporate sabotage
• Killing an endangered species
• At least 4 counts of breaking and entering
• Being an Russian American during the Joeseph McCarthy era
• Genocide of German people (yes I’m serious)
• Impersonation and misuse of the image of Tom Jones
• Public indecency
• Collaboration with the Russian Mafia

There’s probably at least one thing that I forgot.

Can you guess what game it was?

(Note: Most of these don’t actually happen in-game, instead being part of the insanely elaborate lore surrounding the game. Only the war crimes, arson, “non-milk substance”, about half the malpractice counts, indecency, and mafia things happen in the game, although I realize that that doesn’t really make it any better.)

Violating the human rights of clones of me

What game was it?

Cookie clicker gets real weird later on in the game

powercoreact-deactivated2024100:

rainbowgod666:

atopfourthwall:

the-real-seebs:

traveling-madness:

diane-nguyen-watches-cartoons-d:

based firemen

you sign up for the job because you want to save lives, and sometimes you get a chance to just be really, really, clear about “yes it is my job to save lives, there is an obstacle, and i am paid to use an axe to solve this problem”

To be fair, fire axes are cool

Hey, There is a good reason why Fire fighters were called instead of the cops.

Fire fighters care about lives a LOT while the police don’t exactly do the same. Especially in the US.

starwarspissorgy:

prettyinpinkcatgamer:

charlesoberonn:

reblog to form a mighty faggot with your mutuals

I also felt this part was hilarious and should be included

k-simplex-deactivated20241001:

maykitz:

the impact “bnuuy” had

antrunner:

mavigator:

mavigator:

i liked doing the independent run because it meant i could walk into caesar’s tent with a missile launcher and atomize him and yes man didn’t even give a fuck that i did that. mr house wouldve been all

forgot to add a caption.to mr house

animentality:

kira-serialfaggot:

msfisherot:

Stanley and the Narrator are like best buds that fuck sometimes for relaxation. Maybe they got a promised wedding by 35 if neither are married.

Chell and GLaDOS are hate fucking. They sending each other death threats while touching themselves. They ruin each other’s other relationships because they think the other should be miserable with them. But they always cuddle after the fucking and try not to think about what that means when they feel safe while around each other

beansnmcnuggets:

therealcallmekd:

glitchyk:

moshieee-but-evil:

unfunnyaceartist:

howdacookiecrumbls:

mersinia:

transasfuck30:

ibuildblasters:

certifiedgirlthing:

gayboygaming:

maxfact:

lizclipse:

maxfact:

catboybiologist:

shaaknaa:

memeclassheroes:

??? Uhhh… backtaxes? Stealing the Mayor’s shorts? Gambling? Idk, Stardew Valley crimes?

Breaking and Exiting

Man where do I even begin with Risk of Rain 2

homesteading

Vintage story mentioned let’s fucking gooooo!!!!

Dropping a nuke on Seoul

Patrolling the Mojave with a sawed-off shotgun.

ARMED CONFLICT

Countless war crimes

Playing God

Killing gods. Multiple times in a row. For a Shiny New Gun.

Running a cult and sacrificing my friend

Money laundering through farm work

Okay I can’t remember so my most recent ones are

Power wash simulator, Fnaf security breech, plate up, Minecraft, and cult of the lamb (yes I have a shitty memory and don’t remember which one was played last to fuck off)

I dunno using too much water

Breaking and entering and than committing mass criminal misconduct, impersonating staff, damaging equipment, resisting arrest

Cooking someone alive, or cooking raw food

Being god.

Killing off all five leaders of the realm and putting them under servitude within my cult and as sending to godhood through the blood ashes and despair of the portals who once quaked under their wrath.

Observing the Orb™ (Very illegal!)

Several violations of the Geneva Convention, including…

• 17 counts of using incendiary weapons
• 50 counts of using improvised weapons
• 9 counts of using serrated weapons
• 16 counts of using nuclear/radioactive weapons
• 5 counts of using spiked weapons
• 14 counts of chemical warfare
• Directing attacks toward medical personnel (technically doesn’t count because the medical personnel was a direct combatant)
• Attacking unarmed/surrendering combatants

In addition to this, I am also guilty of:

• 4 counts of attempted murder
• 4 counts of actual murder, including the murder of Tom Jones
• 2-3 counts of sexual harassment, depending on what exactly “non-milk substance” means
• Killing Santa Claus
• At least 17 counts of medical malpractice (that we are aware of)
• Untold amounts of arson
• An unknown number of counts of conspiracy
• Corporate sabotage
• Killing an endangered species
• At least 4 counts of breaking and entering
• Being an Russian American during the Joeseph McCarthy era
• Genocide of German people (yes I’m serious)
• Impersonation and misuse of the image of Tom Jones
• Public indecency
• Collaboration with the Russian Mafia

There’s probably at least one thing that I forgot.

Can you guess what game it was?

(Note: Most of these don’t actually happen in-game, instead being part of the insanely elaborate lore surrounding the game. Only the war crimes, arson, “non-milk substance”, about half the malpractice counts, indecency, and mafia things happen in the game, although I realize that that doesn’t really make it any better.)

Violating the human rights of clones of me

that-on3-g1rl:

parsenoire:

HOW DO I DOWNLOAD THIS AUDIO

I NEED IT FOR MY NOTIFICATION SOUND

postsforposting:

postsforposting:

thesnadger:

blujayonthewing:

simplyfroggy:

petits–oiseaux:

unboy:

you motherfuckers better be lifting with your legs and not your back

Because I never knew what that really meant until my back already hurt:

[X]

Hurting your back isn’t always “ow, I lifted something really heavy and immediately felt a sharp pain,” sometimes it’s caused by the cumulative stress of straining it in tiny ways over a long period of time. Getting in the habit of good body mechanics makes a difference!

“average age of this site” no you should be doing this even when you’re young. Do it right from the beginning and you reduce problems later on.

#Not everything is about adults or aging Tumblr#Just because you’re experiencing it

yeah that too. smacks of the “you’re too young to be ill”. cancer kills infants. pain does not care about your age, but people act like it does.

catchymemes:

creativeanchorage2:

sonnywortzik:

i’ve mentioned this here before, but it will remain one of the most ideologically influential experiences of my life: when i was in fifth grade i did a report on post traumatic stress as manifested in veterans of the vietnam war, and my father did me the huge favor of connecting me w/ a vietnam vet friend of his who was diagnosed with PTSD, assuring him that while i was only ten i was bright and curious and he should be as honest with me about his experience as possible. 

i remember entering his office with my tape recorder, sitting in a chair that was too big, and asking him questions about war, and his life after war, while swinging my legs over the edge of the chair. i remember being very, very quiet as he spoke of pulling the car over on the highway for fear of crashing when his hands would shake uncontrollably in response to song on the radio or a smell that he couldn’t be sure was real or sense-memory. and of ruined relationships and anger and american hypocrisy. 

and i also remember that was the day i learned what “valor” meant. he used “valor” in a sentence and i didn’t know that word, and when i asked him to explain “valor” he became very quiet. and i can’t remember precisely what he said, if he ever offered me the dictionary definition or not, but i do remember him looking very sad, and saying something about our country’s idea of “valor”, and also something about a broken promise. and there was an edge to his words that i couldn’t parse at the time that i would later come to understand was bitterness, that he sounded bitter. 

to this day i can’t hear or read the word “valor” without seeing sunlight coming through his office window at a slant, close-to-sunset light, and feeling the kind of quiet, confused, completely internalized panic a child feels when they sense that a grown up is trying very hard not to weep in their presence. 

depsidase:

surpriseimbored:

Fun fact of the day

longlivepalestine:

sayruq:

Its the right thing to do.

shadowfoxsilver:

Some quick tips to spotting accounts that are pretending to be a Palestinian needing mutual aid. Please keep in mind that not all of them are scam accounts, and that some may legitimate blogs who just aren’t too knowledgeable on how tumblr works. This guide is based around what I go by when checking certain blogs and usually it’s a quick giveaway the blog is a scam.

1. You was sent the ask as someone who regularly shares Palestine related content such as regular news updates of posts by other Palestinians who are regularly giving updates. You may also get these asks from sharing a popular post that is from the Palestine tag. If you post often about Palestine, you will always start getting these asks. These askers don’t care if you state don’t send the asks. They will anyway. Unfortunately minors also get sent asks.

2. The ask has odd formatting such as having odd quotation marks in it or unusual formatting that may indicate it’s been edited and copied from somewhere else. Often the ask is the same thing as the post itself minus a link to a donation site. These asks rarely change so searching it should pull up if it’s been sent to other bloggers.

3. The account is almost always a few days old or a week old or long depending on how often they have sent asks.

4. The blog has a few Palestine related posts or posts from random tags reblogged to pad out length and then no more. They will have no original posts besides the pinned post while occasionally answering asks that they may have received but otherwise nothing else and no further updates given either.

5. They may have a Linktree link that is called “GoFundMe” as if indicating they have a GoFundMe there. However, they don’t. When clicked on, the Linktree actually goes to a PayPal account whose name may not even match the one their supposed name is. They’ll say it’s a friend, but it’s just the same person not someone else. You’ll see this same name across multiple accounts after a while usually giving away it’s not legitimate even under a different theme.

6. The text used by the blogs are often real stories stolen from legitimate fundraisers and searching parts of it in your preferred search engine should pull up the sources. These sources make no mention of a tumblr account either or don’t have the PayPal account associated with them in the info. Scammers often impersonate a real person in need and will ignore you if you show them the source they copied from.

7. Legitimate Palestinians often link to their own GoFundMe posts that their friends have set up or post links to other social platforms they are found on. They will regularly post updates when possible, post sources to support them when necessary, and also generally have some method of verifying their legitimacy. They may often share links to support others as well or give links to charities that have been shown as reliable. They will have more original posts than just a single pinned one and regularly speak to other tumblr accounts beyond just an ask. Please don’t bother them with asks about possible scam accounts. There are many guides out there that can do that for you if you search.

8. Scammers don’t know anything about Palestine and will often have trouble once you ask them anything beyond the mutual aid post. They don’t know the languages decently and you can tell it pretty easily if you’re one who uses it regularly. Whatever the scammers use is often just copied off the site they got the post from.

9. These scammers can and will use names stolen off real Palestinians to look more legitimate and trustworthy. They change names constantly once one of their PayPal accounts is shut down.

Please don’t let these scams deter you from sending support where it needs to go. Even if you can’t donate personally, there are other ways to help. If you are sending money, please make sure that it’s going to where it’s needed and the place it’s sent has been verified accordingly. If you find a blog is a scammer, and have been able to prove it, please make sure to alert anyone sharing the post and report the account.

aeriots:

Please (im not pleasing you, you should do). share this. It gave me chills then (from the same age as this girl in the uk when it aired) , and it’s still does the same now. Free Palestine, Yemen, Congo and Sudan 🇵🇸 🇾🇪 🇨🇩 🇸🇩.

Just because it isn’t happening here doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.

source from tiktok, save the children uk

daily click for palestine

Cutiepilled kittymaxxer

sayruq:

If you, for some reason, still have a subscription to the Atlantic, cancel it

pansyfemme:

*comforting a mutual* no no i promise all the boys want to suck your dick. they want to perform experiments on you and they want you carnally and everyone can tell you’re autistic don’t worry.. are you good to go to sleep now

toskarin:

toskarin:

purplerider:

toskarin:

I’M LEAVING

i

is it ok to ask what this purchase was about or

I was trying to find yaoi themed candy on etsy to send a friend and one of the mystery box things came in three sizes

now that I think about it I literally should have lied and said “a dildo” to save face because that’s way more normal

kittybroker:

my poor inbox, cursed with this terrible blight

bowserwife:

does anyone know any good slurs for angels

plasticsandwich:

plasticsandwich:

what do you guys think are the prettiest fruits. i think its pomegranates and dragon fruits

iiboharz:

comfreymacleod:

rumman:

mutuals are people u wanna eat bread dipped in olive oil with

yeah okay thanks

roaldamundsen:

roaldamundsen:

roaldamundsen:

never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man

?

can people stop saying insane things on this post

hailmelon:

foldingfittedsheets:

wizardshark:

prokopetz:

The good news: Soulmates are real.

The bad news: Reincarnation is also real, and the vast majority of souls on Earth are not presently incarnated as humans. If you are a living human, statistically your soulmate is currently some sort of beetle, or possibly a small salt-water crustacean.

Would you still love me if I was a small salt-water crustacean

It was a beautiful day to go to the beach. The sun was high and the water shone a shining cerulean. You tramped across the sand, feeling underused muscles complain with each step. There’s a vague ache in your shoulders from the days spent hunched at your computer terminal. The unaccustomed brightness hurts your eyes and you stop near the tide line and sigh.

The therapist said getting outside a little each day would help. You’ve never been outdoorsy but a walk on the beach isn’t that taxing. Then again it also doesn’t feel helpful as you’re wiping tears away from the sun shining aggressively on the water. You look down at the tide pools you’ve arrived at.

You can’t deny that while it’s too bright out, and your muscles are already complaining, the smell of the salt and wind is appealing. A small corner of your heart tilts up in a way you’ve almost forgotten. You squat down to look at the pools, feeling just for a moment like a kid again.

Anemones, starfish, and barnacles abound. You watch patiently to see if anything more secretive will move. After a few minutes your patience is rewarded- what appeared to be a rock scuttles. Your heart turns over. It’s some kind of crab, you know. But you feel like you’ve never felt about a crab before. An immense tenderness and love roars through you. Without thinking you reach down into the cool water and the crab steps lightly into your palm.

You lift it up for closer inspection and the crab regards you with tiny beady crab eyes full of the same love. You sit back on the sand, full of both love and a sad kind of resignation.

You found your soulmate. But your soulmate is a crab.

You pull out your phone with a sigh and begin researching saltwater tanks.

It takes about a week to get the tank set up. It’s technically illegal to take wildlife from the beach to keep but no one could deny that the crab doesn’t with your leave your company. You visit every day, and it waits in the pool at low tides. Finally, your tank at home is ideal. The water salinity is correct with plants, rocks, and little creatures for your soulmate to eat. Your soulmate loves their new tank when you sneak them home. They scuttle around touching their new rocks possessively.

When you get home from work at night the crab is waiting, tiny claws pressed to the glass. You tell it about your day and stroke it’s shell. In the mornings it does little crab dances begging you to stay home with it. On the weekends you take it down to low tide, even at night, and it scrambles happily across the rocks and through the pools. But it always returns to your hand when you call.

You aren’t sure what name would be appropriate so you call it, “my love.” It seems able to hear you and gently grips your hand with its pincers when you whisper good night to it. You didn’t think you would be but… you’re happy. You find that the crab understands you. You feel comforted and loved in its presence. You don’t miss the company of other people, though you occasionally still go to work outings and friends birthdays. You usually spend the evening looking forward to the warm glow of your crabs tank.

You’re happy for a long time. But your crab starts to slow down. It’s claws grasp more feebly when it holds your hand. You google how long crabs live, and try not to be dismayed. It’s been something like two years already. Three to five years. Just three to five years together. How old was your love when you found them on the beach? And now it’s been two years already.

You rush home most nights now. You don’t go out with friends or coworkers. You sit by the tank and smell the delicate salt smell and hold your love gently in your hand. You caress their shell and their pincers wave feebly in enjoyment.

One morning they aren’t moving. You walk with dread to their tank but they appear still. You reach down and cradle them gently, lifting them to your face. Their pincers twitch softly, they’re still holding on. You whisper, “It’s okay, my love. You can let go. I love you. I hope I see you again. But if I don’t you will always have my heart.”

You kiss their little shell and they don’t move again.

You call out of work. You can’t stop crying, and you’re not sure what to do with their precious little body. Everything feels wrong. You can’t publicly mourn a crab. No one will come cry with you at a graveside for a crustacean.

Helpless and sad, you decide you have to go for a walk. You’ve gotten used to going out each day, especially on weekends, and your legs don’t complain. What happened next wasn’t your fault. You weren’t paying attention but you shouldn’t have had to be. Even if you had been, it would have only upset you to see the car bearing down on you as you were midway through a crosswalk. You couldn’t have gotten out of the way.

That’s how you died.

Your eyes opened, blurry and new to see the beaked faces of your parents, graceful white necks curling protectively up into the sky. You pushed yourself feebly out of your shell and lay panting in a nest made of water reeds and grasses.

That’s how you were born.

Being a swan was a nice life. Your parents were diligently protective. Some of your siblings didn’t make it to fledging but most did. Once you fledged being a swan was even nicer. Flying in formation behind your parents, feeling the simple mathematics of air currents, trajectories, and trigonometry flow over you as simply as breathing.

On your first migration you came to a place full of other swans. The feeling of safety and community cupped you and you browsed freely for food. You are one among the many.

Then in the crowd of flashing white feathers and long necks- you saw them. The most elegant and beautiful swan you’d ever seen. Your heart swelled with love both strange and familiar. You began to dance for them and they returned your calls and gestures at once, reaching out their sinuous neck to caress you.

You found your soulmate. Again.

exit-pursued-by-spiders:

animentality:

Amazon workers are breathing on company time. Here’s how a full fluid breathing apparatus could save the e-commerce giant dozens. - Washington Post

feralbiologist:

alberto-balsalm:

thiswaitingheart:

zinjanthropusboisei:

pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird:

The holy grail of searching through academic literature is coming across a string of publications that are like:

Here’s An Idea. Smith et al. 2016

Terrible Idea; a comment on Smith et al. 2016. Johnson 2016.

You’re Wrong Too; a response to Johnson 2016. Nelson 2016.

Guys Just Stop Fighting, None Of Us Know What’s Going On; a Review of the Current Literature. McBrien 2017.

Not even an exaggeration.

“If We Knew What We Were Doing, It Would Not be Called Research, Would It?”

tags via @jesterbutch

feralbiologist:

alberto-balsalm:

thiswaitingheart:

zinjanthropusboisei:

pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird:

The holy grail of searching through academic literature is coming across a string of publications that are like:

Here’s An Idea. Smith et al. 2016

Terrible Idea; a comment on Smith et al. 2016. Johnson 2016.

You’re Wrong Too; a response to Johnson 2016. Nelson 2016.

Guys Just Stop Fighting, None Of Us Know What’s Going On; a Review of the Current Literature. McBrien 2017.

Not even an exaggeration.

“If We Knew What We Were Doing, It Would Not be Called Research, Would It?”

tags via @jesterbutch

jinxed-starry-pages:

Tumblr people: like normal people but cooler and usually with some level of trauma

animentality:

stfin:

“I think Christopher’s translations are generally adequate. But he made one mistake which is worth describing because it was deliberate and because it illustrates a fundamental difference in outlook between the translator and his author. “Polly Peachum’s Song” tells how Polly behaved to her suitors before she met the right one, Macheath. In each verse, a boat is mentioned. Polly and one of the suitors get into it. In the first two verses, the boat is cast loose from the shore, and Polly adds, “But that was as far as things could go.” In the third and last verse, however, the boat is “tied to the shore,” when she has got into it with Macheath. Christopher found this incomprehensible, because he took it for granted that the proper poetic metaphor for sexual surrender would be the casting loose of the boat. So, quite arbitrarily, disregarding the meaning of the German text, he transposed the lines and had the boat tied up in the first two verses, only to be cast loose in the last verse when Polly is possessed by Macheath. No one protested. The book appeared with Christopher’s version of the poem. It was only when Christopher met Brecht for the first time, in California about six years later, that he had his misunderstanding corrected. Brecht told him mildly, with the unemphatic bluntness which was so characteristic of him: ‘A boat has to be tied up before you can fuck in it’”

— Christopher Isherwood, Christopher and His Kind

I doubt I will ever read a funnier anecdote than this one.