when i was in middle school Rude by bruno mars came on the radio in the car with my mom and at the chorus it goes “why you gotta be so rude, don’t you know i’m human too, i’m gonna marry ya anyway” and my mom now had her Disapproving Aura on and sighed and said. see this is why [my divorced uncle] married [his mean ex-wife]. what a sad way of loving. and 13yo me was like Oh Damn That Deep. and mentally filed away the lesson Popular Music Promotes Toxic Behavior Therefore Don’t Marry Someone Who’s Mean To You. and ever since then rude by bruno mars has made me just a little bit sad. cut to 5+ years later the song is no longer popular. i happen to hear it over the tinny speakers in a random fast food place. all at once i realize the lyrics are not, in fact, about marrying a girl despite her hating you (gonna marry ya anyway), but marrying a girl despite her parents hating you (gonna marry her anyway). 13yo me and my mom misheard the same lyric and never paid attention to the rest of the song. i am flabbergasted. one of the pillars of my childhood development has just crumbled in a Subway. i am frantically realigning my entire internal ethics system. the cashier still wants to know if i’m getting a cookie. nothing is real
getting my HRT has put me in the negatives, and i currently have covid and desperately need help to get back in the positives and afford necessities
im a trans girl that has gone homeless twice in the last 4 months, ive had to move repeatedly to survive, and ive lost nearly everything i own. please, if you can, some help would be greatly appreciated
I love this video so much. This cat, trying so hard to sip like a people. Desperate to sip like a people. Objectively incapable of sipping like a people.
This video contains more insight into how cats form a concept of humans than decades of lab research. A lot of cats are idiots, of course, but this one at least has made the connection that the Humans use the Front Paws for sippies.
And he has also identified the humans as One of Us because he’s actually taken the time to attempt to learn by example instead of the naive cat strat of: stick paw in or stick face in.
Anytime somebody tells you cats can’t really bond with humans (they just want food!), produce this video as evidence. Trusting the example of another species is just a beautiful, wonderful phenomenon. This is not classic conditioning.
I love this video so much. This cat, trying so hard to sip like a people. Desperate to sip like a people. Objectively incapable of sipping like a people.
This video contains more insight into how cats form a concept of humans than decades of lab research. A lot of cats are idiots, of course, but this one at least has made the connection that the Humans use the Front Paws for sippies.
And he has also identified the humans as One of Us because he’s actually taken the time to attempt to learn by example instead of the naive cat strat of: stick paw in or stick face in.
Anytime somebody tells you cats can’t really bond with humans (they just want food!), produce this video as evidence. Trusting the example of another species is just a beautiful, wonderful phenomenon. This is not classic conditioning.
I love this video so much. This cat, trying so hard to sip like a people. Desperate to sip like a people. Objectively incapable of sipping like a people.
This video contains more insight into how cats form a concept of humans than decades of lab research. A lot of cats are idiots, of course, but this one at least has made the connection that the Humans use the Front Paws for sippies.
And he has also identified the humans as One of Us because he’s actually taken the time to attempt to learn by example instead of the naive cat strat of: stick paw in or stick face in.
Anytime somebody tells you cats can’t really bond with humans (they just want food!), produce this video as evidence. Trusting the example of another species is just a beautiful, wonderful phenomenon. This is not classic conditioning.
ID: Stuff like this is why I work events like Ren Faires and Pirate invasions.
Attached is a screenshot of a discord chat: username En Stor Rosa Dildo says:
Once at a medieval fair a kid walked walked up to me when I was in kit and asked if there were dragons and if they would eat him
So I bent down and told him that dragons do exist, and that because we were knights it was our mission to hunt and fight them and if he wanted I could dub him a Knight so that he could fight them and not be scared anymore
He got so happy he almost started to cry when I made him recite an improvised oath about fighting evil and then rise a knight
Saw them again the next day and he was running around with a helmet, Cape and shit, and his mom came up and gave me a hug and said the kid had suffered from severe night terrors for a while and that night he had slept soundly for the first time in a long time and when he woke up he told her that the monsters came again but he fought them off because he was not afraid anymore because he was a Knight now
i’m going to [remembers i’m dr doofenschmirtz] take over the entire tri state area
well you see perry the platypus. as a transgender lawn gnome ocelot child my parents always said my brother’s posts had 10k notes to them, while mine were always zero note flops. so i made the tumblrinator to take over the entire tri state area!
this obviously doesn’t apply to every disabled person but one of the things you don’t really hear about for being disabled or chronically ill is the boredom. being stuck in bed and like. not having the ability to do anything meaningfully intensive with your hands, not being able to sit up, not having the concentration to read or watch things (from pain or brain fog or something else) and just kinda. lingering around online and hoping for something to happen or someone to talk to even if you have nothing good to say bc nothing has been going on for like the last day, week, month anyway
i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote ‘they seem comfy in there.’ i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)
this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today
i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote ‘they seem comfy in there.’ i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)
this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today
i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote ‘they seem comfy in there.’ i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)
this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today
i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote ‘they seem comfy in there.’ i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)
this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today
i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote ‘they seem comfy in there.’ i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)
this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today
i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote ‘they seem comfy in there.’ i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)
this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today
Palestine Flag Greeting Cards to Help Dina’s Family!
I am going to do a small fundraising campaign to help my dear friend Dina get closer to her goal! If you donate $15 CAD (or more) to Dina’s gofundme, I will send you a greeting card with the beautiful medieval style Palestine flag design drawn by my wonderful friend Miles @werewolf-transgenderism 🤍
I had gotten a ton of these cards from Miles’ Inprnt for a fundraising campaign I was going to do to honour my sister in July, but as you may know by now, that did not end up happening. These cards should not go to waste and I want to something to help Dina.
I will ship them anywhere! And I will write you a fun note in them :)
picketing terf conferences is OUT, releasing 6000 live crickets into the audience of a terf conference and watching chaos erupt as everyone scrambles to evacuate is IN
it occurs to me that this sounds like a shitpost if you don’t have the context that this is a real thing that actually happened in the uk yesterday
Truly iconic; thank you for sharing this, and for the tags about their donation page!! Here is the link for better access; I’ll return to it soon once I’m able to donate :D
Not to sound like a fuckin hippie but please for the love of god start noticing and appreciating the natural world around you. You don’t have to go hike the entire Appalachian trail or anything and I get that not everyone has access to the outdoors for various reasons, but just fucking … look around you when you’re outside. Notice the sky and the sun and the birds and creatures. Start caring about them. I’m begging you.
“Not having a carrd is a red flag!” No a red flag is you thinking you’re entitled to a little pamphlet full of someone else’s information.
Everyone saying something like “Yeah you just need to put [x] in your bio!” is missing the point.
Happy 1 year to the post that proved to me that no one can read at all
Happy 2 year
please release me
Back in the day they lectured us over and over again about how posting basically any personal information on the internet is dangerous
Today you will see people listing their age, race, other minority statuses, country of origin and all the words that can be used to hurt them (“triggers” as they’re called).
Maybe you shouldn’t make it easy for someone who wants to target the minority you’re a part of to hurt you by publicly telling them where to attack
code will almost always compile and work on first try because of the above
cargo manages packages better than pip, with about as many handy packages to make your life easier
cons of using rust
rust-analyzer *will* eat 2-3 gigs of ram
the compiler will also eat 2-3 gigs of ram when running
that is almost half my system ram
what does it need all of it for
please give it back
The rust compiler is actually a very smart robo-t-girl. She should only take 250MB of ram to run but sometimes she’s also thinking about 4k pictures of industrial machinery and other types of kinky stuff.
You could try and clicker-train her into only thinking about rust but I can’t guarantee the results
saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023
Mother and baby viewing Van Gogh’s Madame Roulin and Her Baby at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, US. By the Boston Herald
Hey, Tumblr. You like non-stereotypical depictions of autism? What about ✨ neurodivergent protagonists ✨ ? Yes? What about asexual neurodivergent protagonists that go on chapters-long rants about their special interests? You want gay characters that are important to the plot too? Then I’ve got the book for you! The author is gay!!! American Psycho, by Bret Easton Ellis, is
so like I said, I work in the tech industry, and it’s been kind of fascinating watching whole new taboos develop at work around this genAI stuff. All we do is talk about genAI, everything is genAI now, “we have to win the AI race,” blah blah blah, but nobody asks - you can’t ask -
What’s it for?
What’s it for?
Why would anyone want this?
I sit in so many meetings and listen to genuinely very intelligent people talk until steam is rising off their skulls about genAI, and wonder how fast I’d get fired if I asked: do real people actually want this product, or are the only people excited about this technology the shareholders who want to see lines go up?
like you realize this is a bubble, right, guys? because nobody actually needs this? because it’s not actually very good? normal people are excited by the novelty of it, and finance bro capitalists are wetting their shorts about it because they want to get rich quick off of the Next Big Thing In Tech, but the novelty will wear off and the bros will move on to something else and we’ll just be left with billions and billions of dollars invested in technology that nobody wants.
and I don’t say it, because I need my job. And I wonder how many other people sitting at the same table, in the same meeting, are also not saying it, because they need their jobs.
idk man it’s just become a really weird environment.
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