“Aphrodite loves terfs” do you really think a goddess of love formed from a literal penis and the mother of Hermaphroditus, an intersex god who was associated with androgyny and feminine men, fucks around with transphobia?
she is a literal trans icon and to deny that will get you smited by all the gods
Me studying the middle ages: “oh wow, how interesting to see regardless of religion people rationalize huge misfortunes as their diety being mad at them”
Me on my period: “God has forsaken me, I am being punished”
so last year during a period of intense suicidal depression i made this necklace that i always wear, right, and the thing is it’s genuinely brought me a lot of comfort and relief and i’ve developed a strong sentimental attachment to it, to the point that i can inarguably state that it’s had a net positive effect on my mental wellbeing. however i did now just have to stop to almost throw up laughing because i realised that i’ve succumbed to the amulet.
on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture
this is my only popular post i wont ever mute notifications on bc it means so much to me and im always so happy to read how people have connected with it. if this resonates with you, furry or not, i love you
Fun fact: after the American Physical Society held their 1986 annual meeting at the MGM Grand, the entire city of Las Vegas politely asked APS to never, ever come back.
Was it because the physicists were super-smart MIT-blackjack-team forerunners who took the casino for everything it was worth? Actually, the complete opposite: they didn’t gamble. At all. After all, they knew their statistics. Most of them were broke grad students who had no intention of throwing away their stipends on fundamental misunderstandings of Poisson processes. As a result the casino gaming floor was dead. Sometimes the winning move really is not to play.
Me the only time I’ve ever been to Vegas - had one beer and didn’t gamble a cent. Funny thing is, they happily welcome back hacker cons, and you’d think hackers would be at LEAST as aware of probability. Apparently not!
When I was a kid living in LA, we went to Vegas pretty regularly, since it was only about 4 hours away. My parents would find coupons in the LA Times in the off season and we’d go for a few days. Our whole family could stay in one of the fancy Strip hotels for like $20 a night, and there were $5 all-you-could-eat buffets with actually good food. Plus the arcades were amazing. And so was the hiking! Which is what we were really there for. Red Rock Canyon, with all its tiny caves that you can easily climb up to, is amazingly fun when you’re a little kid. Our vacations were very much subsidized by gamblers.
Relatedly, one time when I was a kid, a large chunk of my extended family went on a cruise to see an eclipse. Everyone on the cruise was scientists or science hobbyists. The crew didn’t know what to do with us! Everyone wanted the 6 pm dinner, no one wanted the 10 pm dinner that you had to dress up for. The casino was empty for the entire week. A group of passengers demanded that all the lights on the deck be turned off at night, even the pretty decorative ones, for at least an hour and preferably more, every single night. One night at dinner, my grandmother saw dolphins out the window, and as word spread the entire dining room emptied, even though it was still the middle of dinner. And that’s not even getting into how my grandfather started talking to the cleaning staff (who were not supposed to talk back) and found out they wouldn’t be let off work to see the eclipse, and within hours had formed an entire committee to go with him to demand to speak to the captain about this mistreatment of the staff.
There are… a lot of places where large groups of scientists probably aren’t welcome a second time.
All of those places should be regularly subjected to large groups of scientists.
Fun fact: after the American Physical Society held their 1986 annual meeting at the MGM Grand, the entire city of Las Vegas politely asked APS to never, ever come back.
Was it because the physicists were super-smart MIT-blackjack-team forerunners who took the casino for everything it was worth? Actually, the complete opposite: they didn’t gamble. At all. After all, they knew their statistics. Most of them were broke grad students who had no intention of throwing away their stipends on fundamental misunderstandings of Poisson processes. As a result the casino gaming floor was dead. Sometimes the winning move really is not to play.
Me the only time I’ve ever been to Vegas - had one beer and didn’t gamble a cent. Funny thing is, they happily welcome back hacker cons, and you’d think hackers would be at LEAST as aware of probability. Apparently not!
When I was a kid living in LA, we went to Vegas pretty regularly, since it was only about 4 hours away. My parents would find coupons in the LA Times in the off season and we’d go for a few days. Our whole family could stay in one of the fancy Strip hotels for like $20 a night, and there were $5 all-you-could-eat buffets with actually good food. Plus the arcades were amazing. And so was the hiking! Which is what we were really there for. Red Rock Canyon, with all its tiny caves that you can easily climb up to, is amazingly fun when you’re a little kid. Our vacations were very much subsidized by gamblers.
Relatedly, one time when I was a kid, a large chunk of my extended family went on a cruise to see an eclipse. Everyone on the cruise was scientists or science hobbyists. The crew didn’t know what to do with us! Everyone wanted the 6 pm dinner, no one wanted the 10 pm dinner that you had to dress up for. The casino was empty for the entire week. A group of passengers demanded that all the lights on the deck be turned off at night, even the pretty decorative ones, for at least an hour and preferably more, every single night. One night at dinner, my grandmother saw dolphins out the window, and as word spread the entire dining room emptied, even though it was still the middle of dinner. And that’s not even getting into how my grandfather started talking to the cleaning staff (who were not supposed to talk back) and found out they wouldn’t be let off work to see the eclipse, and within hours had formed an entire committee to go with him to demand to speak to the captain about this mistreatment of the staff.
There are… a lot of places where large groups of scientists probably aren’t welcome a second time.
All of those places should be regularly subjected to large groups of scientists.
the first person to turn an apple to sauce… what hubris. no other fruit gets this treatment. well, except for the wretched tomato. but that’s a punishment, because the tomato is morally corrupt.
the first person to turn an apple to sauce… what hubris. no other fruit gets this treatment. well, except for the wretched tomato. but that’s a punishment, because the tomato is morally corrupt.
the first person to turn an apple to sauce… what hubris. no other fruit gets this treatment. well, except for the wretched tomato. but that’s a punishment, because the tomato is morally corrupt.
the first person to turn an apple to sauce… what hubris. no other fruit gets this treatment. well, except for the wretched tomato. but that’s a punishment, because the tomato is morally corrupt.
One thing that has made me a much more well-adjusted person is a clip I once saw of Hank Green saying that anyone can be in amazing shape as long as being in amazing shape is one of their top three priorities.
(This is obviously a generalization that isn’t true for everyone. But it is true for most people and I’m proceeding from there.)
This “top three priorities” framing has genuinely reduced my tendency toward jealousy and self-comparison a lot. Now when I feel envious of someone’s spotless, aesthetic home, I think to myself, “Having a spotless, aesthetic home is probably one of their top three priorities. It’s definitely not one of mine, so I shouldn’t expect my home to look like that.”
Or when I see an influencer with a body that takes a ton of work to maintain: “Maintaining that body is obviously one of her top three priorities, because it’s her livelihood. My livelihood is my brain, so I’m never going to prioritize my body like that.”
It also helps me to identify areas that I actually DO want to prioritize more. I realized in recent years that my envy for my friends who prioritized writing more than I did was NOT going away, so I started to prioritize writing more. (Not top three, but higher priority than it has been in the past.)
it is maybe a little mean to tell people “hey. by repeatedly saying ‘oh whatever you want!’ 'oh whatever is easier for you!’ 'really don’t worry about me!’ when someone asks you what you want, you are making the situation more uncomfortable and inconvenient for everybody than if you would just state your preference” but i really do feel it needs to be said. oftentimes people are genuinely invested in making you happy + doing something nice for you + catering a small bit of effort to make you more comfortable and by repeatedly trying to make yourself small and unobtrusive you are preventing them from doing these things and dragging out this social situation as they continue to try to help you and you continue to deny them the chance. you’re allowed to have a preference for something. and someone would not ask you what that preference was if they were not ready and willing to cater to it. 'but what if my request is unreasonable—" well it’s not a request if someone is asking You. and if it’s unreasonable then someone will just not do it. but honestly with so much love in my heart i think saying 'i would rather have chocolate than vanilla’ is an easier step than making everyone live through you agonizing over what an inconvenience it would be to express what you want
there’s a file called whatever_YYYYMMDD.csv with data generated every day
every day, we process the day’s data and also reprocess a few days back
the way this is done involves copying over the various whatever_YYYYMMDD.csv files for the last few days from one folder to another
the way this is implemented is via a script that takes the earliest date and latest date we’re processing today, converts them to a number in YYYYMMDD format, and loops between them
not a date. a number.
if one of those numbers is 20240612 and the other is 20240615, this is fine. it just hits every number in between them, which matches up to every existing whatever_YYYYMMDD.csv file in between those dates
if one of those numbers is 20240630 and the other is 20240703, this is slightly less fine. It’s going to check a bunch of numbers that do not correspond to any dates, like 20240646. so it runs dozens more times than necessary, trying to move files that don’t exist. fortunately computers are pretty fast and this adds very little time.
if one of those numbers is 20241230 and the other is 20250102, then instead of checking for seventy or so nonexistent files it checks for some nine thousand or so. each one of those is pretty fast. less than a second. but not, like, much less than a second.
several hours worth of delay in a process that should take seconds, which has been happening longer than i’ve been working here, every year, for a few days around new year’s. which it seems nobody noticed for a number of reasons mostly adding up to ‘several hours worth of delay are invisible unless you’re specifically looking for it and nobody had a reason to look for it until now’
while “January 2nd, 2025” might sound like some far-off date in the distant future, it was in fact last Thursday
the one thing thing funnier than this caption is that the only reason they stopped doing it was that the ferret shit in the tube
That photo makes Felicia’s work seem much more recent than it is. Here’s a picture of the world’s smallest particle physicist herself.
They didn’t stop because she shit in the tube - she had a diaper on because they knew poop would obstruct the particles as well. She eventually stopped running through the tubes because they became too long for her. At that point she was retired and became a pet!
the one thing thing funnier than this caption is that the only reason they stopped doing it was that the ferret shit in the tube
That photo makes Felicia’s work seem much more recent than it is. Here’s a picture of the world’s smallest particle physicist herself.
They didn’t stop because she shit in the tube - she had a diaper on because they knew poop would obstruct the particles as well. She eventually stopped running through the tubes because they became too long for her. At that point she was retired and became a pet!
hey boy don’t kill yourself. green’s dictionary of slang is available online and allows you to explore 500 years of english vulgarity. you can search by part of speech, source, time period, etymology, and usage. there’s a whole category for gay slang. they even have specific citations listed so you can see the exact context for yourself. boy did you know that in 1927 “to kneel at the altar” was slang for “to sodomize”
some other hits:
Princess: an effeminate and relatively youthful male homosexual or lesbian (1931-4)
Also a lot of early 20th century vulgarity is recorded in Letter from My Father, which is a collection of letters published by a man who’s dad was, in short, a major slut and human disaster who wrote about his sex life for his son. It’s insane. You can find copies of it online & it’s a wild fucking read (literally!) and I think a really interesting look at the life of a person who goes against our stereotypes of what people in the past were “supposed” to be like.
Anyways feel free to add y'all’s favs to this post. & if you use this for gay historical fanfic please share with the class
note for writers: these are dated to the first time they were recorded, not necessarily to their first use. I imagine for many of these, they came about naturally through spoken language before they were written down anywhere. This is especially true of more underground slang because it’s probably being recorded (in ways we still have) the least. So if you wanna use a term but it’s a little off date-wise, give yourself some wiggle room.
also gonna take this moment to highlight two more i found recently:
Best boy: a sweetheart, a boyfriend, a husband. (1893) [w the obvious equivalent term 'best girl’]
Honeydripper or honeydrips: a sexual partner (1917)
Like. Honeydripper?????? That’s so horny I can’t stop thinking about it. We need to bring THAT back
I used to be like “why has every single blazed post that has ever crossed my dash always without exception been some of the lamest shit I’ve ever seen?” until I realized it’s literally just because by the very nature of the system every post that ever gets blazed is literally hand-picked by the Sort Of People Who Spend Money On Tumblr.
i bet there were guys in the 1800s who were super fucking Reddit about everything, but no one had the right word yet for why those guys were so annoying. so they just had to wonder
Der lästige Kavalier (The Annoying Gentleman), by Berthold Woltze, 1874.
that is a “hello darkness my old friend” face if I ever saw one.
Cybersmith off his shits
keep in mind also that this girl is
A. A teenager, since her hair is almost fully down (the longer skirt and her traveling alone make me think maybe 14-15), and
B. In mourning, as evidenced by her entirely matte and unornamented black dress, gloves, and hat
so this guy is pestering a young girl who’s just lost someone close to her, in absence of clear social cues meant to convey exactly that
I recently saw it pointed out elseTumblr that, a remarkably easy detail to miss, she is going for her hatpin. The clear social cues are about to escalate.
I for one think that is very valid of her and that hatpinning That Guy should still be considered a socially acceptable and perhaps even laudable option.
i bet there were guys in the 1800s who were super fucking Reddit about everything, but no one had the right word yet for why those guys were so annoying. so they just had to wonder
Der lästige Kavalier (The Annoying Gentleman), by Berthold Woltze, 1874.
that is a “hello darkness my old friend” face if I ever saw one.
Cybersmith off his shits
keep in mind also that this girl is
A. A teenager, since her hair is almost fully down (the longer skirt and her traveling alone make me think maybe 14-15), and
B. In mourning, as evidenced by her entirely matte and unornamented black dress, gloves, and hat
so this guy is pestering a young girl who’s just lost someone close to her, in absence of clear social cues meant to convey exactly that
I recently saw it pointed out elseTumblr that, a remarkably easy detail to miss, she is going for her hatpin. The clear social cues are about to escalate.
I for one think that is very valid of her and that hatpinning That Guy should still be considered a socially acceptable and perhaps even laudable option.
i bet there were guys in the 1800s who were super fucking Reddit about everything, but no one had the right word yet for why those guys were so annoying. so they just had to wonder
Der lästige Kavalier (The Annoying Gentleman), by Berthold Woltze, 1874.
that is a “hello darkness my old friend” face if I ever saw one.
Cybersmith off his shits
keep in mind also that this girl is
A. A teenager, since her hair is almost fully down (the longer skirt and her traveling alone make me think maybe 14-15), and
B. In mourning, as evidenced by her entirely matte and unornamented black dress, gloves, and hat
so this guy is pestering a young girl who’s just lost someone close to her, in absence of clear social cues meant to convey exactly that
I recently saw it pointed out elseTumblr that, a remarkably easy detail to miss, she is going for her hatpin. The clear social cues are about to escalate.
I for one think that is very valid of her and that hatpinning That Guy should still be considered a socially acceptable and perhaps even laudable option.
ALT
