It’s time to focus on experiencing life instead of your appearance. I’ve spent most of this year trying to “improve” my looks but it only made me feel more self conscious so i decided to enjoy life regardless of how I look
some beetles cant fly but they dont mind. they are more armored than agile and in certain situations this is desirable
turns the page of my textbook. what eelse is there to learn
the common ancestor of all current day beetles was a sect of philosphers in ancient greece that took to creeping secretly within the earth as an ideal lifestyle
some beetles cant fly but they dont mind. they are more armored than agile and in certain situations this is desirable
turns the page of my textbook. what eelse is there to learn
the common ancestor of all current day beetles was a sect of philosphers in ancient greece that took to creeping secretly within the earth as an ideal lifestyle
sometimes your distress does indicate you should stop and respect your limitations. at other times it’s more of a baby aquatic mammal being introduced to water for the first time thing. Too bad the difference is so hard to tell.
I got a very early lesson in how not-dangerous cities are b/c I was 19 when I moved from The Woods™ to The Big City™ for the first time and I was also suicidally depressed and I got it into my head that if I spent enough time wandering about in The Bad Part of Town™ eventually some manner of Dangerous Criminal™ would show up and attempt to do violence to me, which sounded like a decently rock-and-roll way to die when you’re 19 years old and have a lot of untreated mental illnesseses.
So what happened was I spent a lot of free time getting drunk and aimlessly wandering around the city, where I had lots of interesting conversations with lots of perfectly nice people, which helped a lot with the suicidal depression it turned out.
The lack of agreement across brands on what “extra firm tofu” is is, in fact, very high on my list of unimportant problems.
Several years back “extra firm” still had high water content and needed to be diligently pressed and pan fried with care if you wanted to achieve crispy.
And then I guess tofu had a moment and brands got scared of losing people to trial-and-error and started manufacturing extra-firm tofu you could use to break a window and escape a house fire with.
And the more Americanized brands went that direction while the traditional brands said “no that’s fucking stupid we’re not changing anything” and SOME brands said “what if we do like the middle of that?”
Buying tofu is now in fact a vibe-check game of assessing a brand’s packaging and gauging what YOU think they mean by “extra firm”
It’s actually worse in fact because you need to play the vibe-check game twice on account of the recipe will inevitably call for some kind of “extra firm” and you need to know ITS vibes.
Asking you to grate the tofu on a cheese grater and bake it? Westernized. You want that red brick tofu. You want Whole Foods amount of extra firm or SUPER firm because if that thing has any amount of moisture left in it it’ll disintegrate like Tubby Custard on the grater.
Tofu scrambled eggs? You want the OG extra firm. You want it to hold its form but still have that softness and give unless your goal is to imitate sad dining hall scrambled eggs.
Many such difficulties in today’s tofu landscape
They should be printing the tofu’s mechanical properties like it’s a structural material.
Shaking your hand shaking your hand shaking your hand???????
These are the random extra/super firm tofus in my fridge and the labels are based on my own experience with them. Completely in alignment with this trick hello????????????
The lack of agreement across brands on what “extra firm tofu” is is, in fact, very high on my list of unimportant problems.
Several years back “extra firm” still had high water content and needed to be diligently pressed and pan fried with care if you wanted to achieve crispy.
And then I guess tofu had a moment and brands got scared of losing people to trial-and-error and started manufacturing extra-firm tofu you could use to break a window and escape a house fire with.
And the more Americanized brands went that direction while the traditional brands said “no that’s fucking stupid we’re not changing anything” and SOME brands said “what if we do like the middle of that?”
Buying tofu is now in fact a vibe-check game of assessing a brand’s packaging and gauging what YOU think they mean by “extra firm”
It’s actually worse in fact because you need to play the vibe-check game twice on account of the recipe will inevitably call for some kind of “extra firm” and you need to know ITS vibes.
Asking you to grate the tofu on a cheese grater and bake it? Westernized. You want that red brick tofu. You want Whole Foods amount of extra firm or SUPER firm because if that thing has any amount of moisture left in it it’ll disintegrate like Tubby Custard on the grater.
Tofu scrambled eggs? You want the OG extra firm. You want it to hold its form but still have that softness and give unless your goal is to imitate sad dining hall scrambled eggs.
Many such difficulties in today’s tofu landscape
They should be printing the tofu’s mechanical properties like it’s a structural material.
Shaking your hand shaking your hand shaking your hand???????
These are the random extra/super firm tofus in my fridge and the labels are based on my own experience with them. Completely in alignment with this trick hello????????????
minecraft movie but it’s a ghibli-esque animated film about surviving in the wilderness with a healthy balance of legitimately tense monster sequences and relaxing building, farming, and mining. under no circumstances will it be longer than 90 minutes. steve will not be white
over time the protagonist will meet characters that represent different playstyles. an eccentric mad-scientist redstone builder. a humble and kindhearted farmer who does trade with the village down the river. buff lesbian lumberjack alex
every time i look at the mystery gang i have this like visceral feeling that someone is missing. but nobody ever is. who are they. what happened to them
logically i know this is them. these are the only people in the mystery gang. fred, daphne, velma, shaggy, and scooby. thats the 5 of them. but something deep within my lizard brain is telling me theres a 6th member that has been, for unknown reasons, banished from this timeline and our collective memory as a species
hey so fun fact.
you’re not crazy
Van showed this to my class last year and then said “this drawing isn’t anywhere online :)” so I wasn’t sure if he wanted us to talk about it outside of class. so I’ve just been haunted by this secret scooby doo character, fully remembering this post in the back of my head, and I couldn’t say anything. But since he just posted it on his instagram I guess it’s fine lol
THERE IS. a website. that takes 3D models with seams and pulls it apart to make a plushie pattern and informs you where things need to be edited or darts added for the best effect. and then it lets you scale it and print off your pattern. and I want to lose my MIND because I’ve lost steam halfway through so many plushie patterns in the mind numbing in betweens of unwrapping, copying all of the meshes down as pieces, transferring those, testing them, then finding obvious tweaks… like… this would eradicate 99% of my trial and error workflow for 3D models to plushies & MAYBE ILL FINALLY FINISH SCREAMTAIL…
so this website let’s you:
import a model
create seams in browser
tells you how accurately the seams will recreate the model when sewn
let’s you designate fur direction
let’s you import markings so the pattern shows exactly where they go on the piece
let’s you add little measurements on the model that are also visible on the pattern
let’s you paint the model to play with fabric colors
let’s you name each piece so it’s easy to sort the pieces later
let’s you scale it beside a human
then calculates how much of each type of fabric you need, BASED ON YOUR DESIRED SEAM ALLOWANCE..
and finally gives you the finished pattern with the detailed names and instructions it’s transcribed from your notes
this is. beyond. this is BEYOND. and as far as I can see it’s free???
oh i was gonna use unwrapped UVs to help design my fursuit but this is WAY better
THERE IS. a website. that takes 3D models with seams and pulls it apart to make a plushie pattern and informs you where things need to be edited or darts added for the best effect. and then it lets you scale it and print off your pattern. and I want to lose my MIND because I’ve lost steam halfway through so many plushie patterns in the mind numbing in betweens of unwrapping, copying all of the meshes down as pieces, transferring those, testing them, then finding obvious tweaks… like… this would eradicate 99% of my trial and error workflow for 3D models to plushies & MAYBE ILL FINALLY FINISH SCREAMTAIL…
so this website let’s you:
import a model
create seams in browser
tells you how accurately the seams will recreate the model when sewn
let’s you designate fur direction
let’s you import markings so the pattern shows exactly where they go on the piece
let’s you add little measurements on the model that are also visible on the pattern
let’s you paint the model to play with fabric colors
let’s you name each piece so it’s easy to sort the pieces later
let’s you scale it beside a human
then calculates how much of each type of fabric you need, BASED ON YOUR DESIRED SEAM ALLOWANCE..
and finally gives you the finished pattern with the detailed names and instructions it’s transcribed from your notes
this is. beyond. this is BEYOND. and as far as I can see it’s free???
oh i was gonna use unwrapped UVs to help design my fursuit but this is WAY better
I really think it makes sense to start with a ludicrously inadequate basic income guarantee / social dividend and scale it up gradually over time, rather than waiting until some day when society decides it can suddenly afford to pay everyone $40k per year.
make it a dollar a day! test the infrastructure! run it for a few years and tweak the system and taxation levels! then gradually ramp it up over time.
even a dollar a day is giving homeless people seven bucks a week they wouldn’t have otherwise seen
currently maybe possibly single-handedly crashing whatever servers eton hosts its archived student newspapers on because me and a friend are getting obsessed with a single outspoken prefect from 1883
@queenlua Happily! This is going to be long, so here’s some set dressing first:
Eton College, for anyone unfamiliar, is a prestigious boys’ school in England that has famously educated MANY MANY politicians, royals, nobility, and other assorted famous people. All you really need to know about it is that’s it’s incredibly posh and expensive and exclusive
The Eton Society (called “Pop” internally) is a self-selecting body of senior students at Eton that have historically held a decent amount of power at the school. If you’ve ever attended a school with a prefect system/house system etc you probably know a little bit about how obnoxious this kind of group can get. Now imagine they’re all called Lord Godfrey Pickerington or something. Are you getting it? Is the set being dressed? Good.
Now that the scene is set, here’s our tale!!
I stumbled into Eton’s archives while doing research for a fanfiction and we’ll just leave that admission where it is!! It was in reading old issues of their student-run paper, The Chronicle, from 1883 that myself and @carebewear started becoming fixated on one guy in particular.
Cecil B. Gedge (from this point on known as Gedge) was a member of the Eton Society in 1883/84. He won a few Science awards during his time there (Biology!!) and seemed to like rowing during school sports events. He went on to become a barrister, which will make sense once you know more about him.
The best part of Gedge, though, is his appearances in the minutes for the Eton Society meetings. At least at Gedge’s time, the Eton Society seemed really fond of staging debates (more like loosely organised discussions) on a wide variety of topics.
Here are some of the riveting questions they discussed!
And my personal favourite: “Are Ghosts Real?”
(They were very divided)
Gedge first came to our attention in debate about the annexation of New Guinea, in which he apparently started an “abusive attack on the British army and missionaries”:
Wow! Based Gedge!? He continues to spit period-typical truths about things like how we shouldn’t tax bicycles actually because it would disproportionately affect poor people. YIMBY Gedge?? He would’ve loved light rail.
The final nail in our Gedge obsession was a debate on women’s suffrage, in which Gedge vehemently advocates for women’s right to vote and then gets no supporters at the end of the meeting. But I appreciate that he said it anyway and kept saying it. He is more persecuted that Christ, to me.
Here are some more, from anti-conscription sentiment to indirectly calling his classmates stupid to weirding everyone out by saying he wants to donate his body to science (his friend dissecting him for fun):
We started getting the feeling people might not have liked Gedge that much, mainly since one of the Society members wrote a poem about all his friends and Gedge isn’t in it.
In 1884, there was some extended drama in the Chronicle where someone whom I groundlessly suspect was Gedge under a pseudonym (“A Socialist”), wrote to the editor complaining that the “debates” published by the Eton Society were “bad” (genuine quote) and that they should make a REAL debate society at the school that ALL boys, not just the self-selected seniors, could participate in:
To make a long story short most of the vocal members of the Eton Society threw up their hands at this and refused to do anything, basically boiling down to “Just because we’re the prefects of the school doesn’t mean we should have to actually DO anything!! Unfair!!” and also this quote which reads exactly like at least a thousand real tweets I’ve seen in my life
Liberal. Gedge, of course, was there giving practical suggestions, but the discussion was ultimately cut short because their principal died and they had to push a memorial issue of the paper. We have a working theory that the staff might’ve used that interruption as an opportunity to get the boys to cut it the fuck out.
Anyway it’s a little unclear what happens to Gedge after that. He isn’t credited as being in the 1884 Eton Society in the larger school register but it’s unclear if that’s because he wasn’t re-elected or if he just graduated. Either way, he went on to become a barrister in London, which makes a lot of sense. Sadly though, he passed away in WW1, which we were really normal about
Thank you Lt. Gedge, for truly embodying the eternal spirit of an outspoken debate-kid, a friend to the lefties, a proto-yimby, a terminal back-talker, and the kid in a biology class that’s a little too excited for the dissections. I hope your life, however short, was a rich and bright one. Thanks for the incredibly entertaining afternoon, brother 🫡
currently maybe possibly single-handedly crashing whatever servers eton hosts its archived student newspapers on because me and a friend are getting obsessed with a single outspoken prefect from 1883
@queenlua Happily! This is going to be long, so here’s some set dressing first:
Eton College, for anyone unfamiliar, is a prestigious boys’ school in England that has famously educated MANY MANY politicians, royals, nobility, and other assorted famous people. All you really need to know about it is that’s it’s incredibly posh and expensive and exclusive
The Eton Society (called “Pop” internally) is a self-selecting body of senior students at Eton that have historically held a decent amount of power at the school. If you’ve ever attended a school with a prefect system/house system etc you probably know a little bit about how obnoxious this kind of group can get. Now imagine they’re all called Lord Godfrey Pickerington or something. Are you getting it? Is the set being dressed? Good.
Now that the scene is set, here’s our tale!!
I stumbled into Eton’s archives while doing research for a fanfiction and we’ll just leave that admission where it is!! It was in reading old issues of their student-run paper, The Chronicle, from 1883 that myself and @carebewear started becoming fixated on one guy in particular.
Cecil B. Gedge (from this point on known as Gedge) was a member of the Eton Society in 1883/84. He won a few Science awards during his time there (Biology!!) and seemed to like rowing during school sports events. He went on to become a barrister, which will make sense once you know more about him.
The best part of Gedge, though, is his appearances in the minutes for the Eton Society meetings. At least at Gedge’s time, the Eton Society seemed really fond of staging debates (more like loosely organised discussions) on a wide variety of topics.
Here are some of the riveting questions they discussed!
And my personal favourite: “Are Ghosts Real?”
(They were very divided)
Gedge first came to our attention in debate about the annexation of New Guinea, in which he apparently started an “abusive attack on the British army and missionaries”:
Wow! Based Gedge!? He continues to spit period-typical truths about things like how we shouldn’t tax bicycles actually because it would disproportionately affect poor people. YIMBY Gedge?? He would’ve loved light rail.
The final nail in our Gedge obsession was a debate on women’s suffrage, in which Gedge vehemently advocates for women’s right to vote and then gets no supporters at the end of the meeting. But I appreciate that he said it anyway and kept saying it. He is more persecuted that Christ, to me.
Here are some more, from anti-conscription sentiment to indirectly calling his classmates stupid to weirding everyone out by saying he wants to donate his body to science (his friend dissecting him for fun):
We started getting the feeling people might not have liked Gedge that much, mainly since one of the Society members wrote a poem about all his friends and Gedge isn’t in it.
In 1884, there was some extended drama in the Chronicle where someone whom I groundlessly suspect was Gedge under a pseudonym (“A Socialist”), wrote to the editor complaining that the “debates” published by the Eton Society were “bad” (genuine quote) and that they should make a REAL debate society at the school that ALL boys, not just the self-selected seniors, could participate in:
To make a long story short most of the vocal members of the Eton Society threw up their hands at this and refused to do anything, basically boiling down to “Just because we’re the prefects of the school doesn’t mean we should have to actually DO anything!! Unfair!!” and also this quote which reads exactly like at least a thousand real tweets I’ve seen in my life
Liberal. Gedge, of course, was there giving practical suggestions, but the discussion was ultimately cut short because their principal died and they had to push a memorial issue of the paper. We have a working theory that the staff might’ve used that interruption as an opportunity to get the boys to cut it the fuck out.
Anyway it’s a little unclear what happens to Gedge after that. He isn’t credited as being in the 1884 Eton Society in the larger school register but it’s unclear if that’s because he wasn’t re-elected or if he just graduated. Either way, he went on to become a barrister in London, which makes a lot of sense. Sadly though, he passed away in WW1, which we were really normal about
Thank you Lt. Gedge, for truly embodying the eternal spirit of an outspoken debate-kid, a friend to the lefties, a proto-yimby, a terminal back-talker, and the kid in a biology class that’s a little too excited for the dissections. I hope your life, however short, was a rich and bright one. Thanks for the incredibly entertaining afternoon, brother 🫡
One of the most famous stories is called “The Case of the Stolen Smell” where he heard the case of a paranoid innkeeper who accused a poor student of literally stealing the fumes of his cooking by eating when the innkeeper was cooking to flavour his dull food. Although his colleagues advised Ōoka to throw the case out as ridiculous, he decided to hear it. The judge resolved the matter by ordering the student to pass the money he had in one hand to his other, and ruling that the price of the smell of food is the sound of money.[2]
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