The barcode on the fake-passport comes from the original blog article posted on the website heritagedaily.com. it’s written underneath
This heritagedaily is a blog dedicated to paleontology and archeology that CLEARLY STATES THE FAKE PASSPORT IMAGE WAS CREATED TO ILLUSTRATE THE BLOG ARTICLE
The creator of the heritagedaily website confirmed to the fact-checking website linked above that he created it in 2018 and then republished it in 2020
Other versions are online, one more minimalistic, another in Arabic. All are false.
The mummy was received in France in a big show, with honors becoming of a sovereign. No mention of passport in any interview or article from that time.
The person in charge of documentary studies at the Egyptian antiquities Department of the Louvre Elisabeth David states that there is no fundament for the existence of a passport.
There is NO FRENCH LEGISLATION ACCORDING TO DECEASED HUMAN PEOPLE REQUIRE PASSPORTS
Mummies aren’t even considered as “people” in case of a transport they are considered as “goods”.
Elisabeth David cites a report from the Musée National d'Histoire Naturelle (National Natural History Museum) issued in 1985 as possible reason for this confusion:
[Translation by me: “Obviously, for such a grand figure to leave Egypt, obtaining a "pass”(port) required reaching out to the highest authorities of both countries, after reaching a mutual agreement, after long and tedious negotiations.“]
Okay so obviously I’m not a professional translator so I’m not exactly sure how it reads in English, but in french it’s pretty clear that the person writing just uses the term "passport” as a metaphor for the long and tedious procedures required to get the mummy out of the country, just as for issuing a passport. She uses it so the sentence reads as “obtaining an okay [to pass through]”.
(Anyone who’s ever had to deal with the french administration will have similar feelings on such a matter.)
TLDR: THE WHOLE IMAGE WAS CREATED TO ILLUSTRATE A BLOG ARTICLE. THERE IS NO SUCH FRENCH LEGISLATION
Mostly English-speaking websites relay either the default faulty assertion, or the version according to which only the photo is fake but there was a passport, probably because they don’t have to the original 1985 report that mentions this “passport” nor access to this fact-checking article that provides the full context. (The latter part of the sentence is a hypothesis by ME)
MISINFORMATION SPREADS FAST BUT FACT CHECKING TAKES HOURS
PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE
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So much of what skinny people wear and label fashion / a “fit” looks stupid as fuck. You’re just pairing random shit and people praise you for it because you have the bmi of the onceler
our new job launched its mandatory ai transcription program designed to streamline our workflow and not only does it melt down the moment it has to transcribe non-white customers but it keeps hallucinating the existence of a mysterious boy named dorian who shows up in every third call summary
caller got into a car accident on their way to work? their nonexistant son dorian was hurt. got kicked out of a bar and broke their ankle? their son dorian was the one who broke it. i now spend more time having to de-dorian the call summary than if i had just written it myself. really funny. we’re required to use this now
imagining having a couple of these in a small enclosure of glass and theres a small crossroads set inside and theyre all sliding around going “ouch!” *glunk* *whoosh* *tada* and they only eat small plastic cheeseburger-shaped pellets
they live for about 2 years each like rats and u need to own at least 4 or theyll get lonely as theyre social
Star Wars is truly at its peak when the droids are practical and semi-shitty looking which is honestly just to say that I get an instant boost of serotonin when a gonk droid shows up
Look at this thing it sucks and I love it
I love that it’s purpose is somewhere between a battery and an extension cord
A big heavy power supply that has legs and the simplest possible droid brain for knowing where it’s needed because that’s canonically cheaper and easier than making a big heavy battery you have to move around yourself
Embracing white supremacy is a phenomenal way of assuaging one’s pesky cognitive dissonance and managing one’s fears by turning your fears INTO morals; but like a lot of painkillers, it stops hitting as hard after a while, which is why after a few years you pretty much end up trying to kill preteens
The thing about basing your morality based on fear is that fear is kind of… not really sustainable in the long run? And you end up trying to restoke those fears constantly, hardening it to hatred, but then hatred is a form of fixation, so THAT requires work too, just constantly getting larger and larger and requiring more and more effort to sustain, to make it feel the way it used to
And at the end of that road is you either jumping ship or killing kids
I’m coming to realize how vital it is to keep a running list of shit you did in the past few weeks so that you can participate in small talk. It’s literally not anything to do with them being interesting at all it’s just having Something to say to give people even the barest thing to hold on to. It’s so you don’t get into the “what have you been up to” “nothing much what about you” “yeah same” trap. Literally just say something.
What have you been up to? Um well it’s getting warmer so I’ve been having to brush my cat every day.
Like no it’s not that interesting of a thing to say. But now they can respond to it. They could say, man yeah it really is heating up, I’ve been trying to think of things to do inside more often. Or, oh you have a cat? What’s their name?
Like. It’s Something. All you need is Something. And if you’re like me and your brain immediately goes blank upon entering small talk then keeping a list will help you remember things to say.
recontextualizing fry and leela as an annoying but earnest twitch streamer and his inexplicably hot and intimidating girlfriend
no actually. recontextualizing fry and leela as an esports champion turned twitched streamer and her boyfriend who is just kind of there on stream sometimes and has his own emote
fry: [gets home from work and accidentally wanders into frame]
the chat: FRY 🍟🍟🍟🍟 [pog] 🍟🍟🍟 he’s back 🍟[pog]🍟[pog]🍟 WHAT IS THAAAAAAAT 🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟 mad lad 🍟 how was ur day fry 🍟🍟 FRY b3nd3r(mod): LEELA PUT A LOCK ON YOUR FUCKING DOOR 🍟🍟🍟 am i supposed to know who that is or [pog] [pog] 🍟 OH NO HE’S UGLY 🍟🍟🍟🍟 [b3nd3r has set the chat to subscribers-only]
op im deeply sorry but this post has been haunting me for weeks
Everyone who plays around with Tarot cards long enough winds up with a “bad” card that they love. I just barely persuaded my husband not to get the Ten of Swords tattooed on his body; traditionally, it shows a corpse with ten swords stuck in their body and means “utter ruin,” but he thought that if it took ten swords to kill you, then you must have put up a pretty good fight.
honestly this is the most badass ten of swords interpretation i’ve ever heard. i’m stealing this
WIZARD TIP: They will run out of swords eventually.
I’m actually going to reblog a thing just because this is really important.
As someone who has epilepsy and used to have several grand mal seizures a day, I’d also like to add that “offer help” can range anywhere from keeping the person calm to explaining to them where they are and what they were doing to even just telling them they should sit and rest for a while longer (lack or coordination is common, and it can be hard to walk straight or see clearly).
It’s okay for them to take up to a half hour to fully regain their bearings and sort out what they were doing prior to the seizure. Just answer any questions calmly and be there for support.
If they come around and you start to panic or shake them or ask them what the heck is wrong with them they are going to freak out and panic too.
I cannot stress it enough that this is bad.
If someone has a seizure and they come out of it, please. please stay calm. They are likely disoriented and confused, even if it’s only for a minute or two, and you don’t want them panicking on top of that because they can have another seizure as a result.
IMPORTANT
IMPORTANT because last year a kid in my class had a seizure, none of us even knew he was at risk for them either so just cause you don’t think you know anyone doesn’t mean you don’t
stay safe
I have to stress how important it is to time a seizure. If it lasts more than a few minutes, call an ambulance.
DO NOT CALL THE POLICE. I’m dead fucking serious. I had a grand mal in public once and the POLICE were called and imagine coming out of the seizure, feeling like you got smacked in the head with a sack full of bricks, confused, dazed, in desperate need of some sugar to boost low blood pressure and some DIPSHIT has called the police and I was being threatened with being ‘drunk and disorderly’. It took a phone call to my doctors office to get them to back off. The police cannot properly deal with sick people.
Offer help can be:
assuring person where they are/what time it is
getting them something to drink if they can; seizure burns so much energy and does cause a blood pressure drop
getting them safely to transport or a carer
getting them some dignity like a blanket/towel [loosing control of your bladder and bowels is fucking horrifying]
ensuring they have a way to get home. Someone who has just had a seizure should NEVER DRIVE straight after
calling emergency services if you notice any of these symptoms because they may have stroked out.
Why you shouldn’t put anything in someone’s mouth: they will choke. Yes, they may bite their tongue but I can assure you it’s less traumatic than cracking your jaw on someone’s greasy wallet or choking on a spoon.
DO NOT HOLD ANYONE DOWN. Example: someone pinned my right shoulder mid-seizure a few years back and how I have a permanently displaced and clicking shoulder. Let the person flail around, those muscles are out of control and restraining them does cause more damage to the patient and you.
I'm only saying this for your sake, but objectively, it's not a smart idea to bring politics into normal hobbies. You might lose supporters of your blog just because of your political stance, and that would be terrible since you're so amazing!! It's only a suggestion, but I really reccomend not bringing politics into anything.
Love for men with “"feminine”“ physical features. "Soft” men, “dainty” men, men with curves, men with hips, men with tits. You aren’t a joke, you’re a living piece of art.
my favorite reblog on this
Such a way with words people on this app have
you know i feel solidarity with trans men. like im obviously moving the other way (trans femme) but i feel like trans men and femboys like me do so much to expand what a man can be. there’s no need to limit manhood, just like there is no need to limit womanhood, or enbyhood. be a man with a rockin’ pair of tits, be curvy, be feminine, hell have a vagina if you so choose. also be the most masculine you can manage if that is your choice too.
this is how i envision the dialogue in severance having never watched it and only seeing peoples incomprehensible posts about it
Spoiler: Severance is a show about a white guy in a hallway, it is also aesthetically gorgeous despite being about a white guy in a hallway, it is also weirdly stressful for a show where only like, four actual instances of stressful situations actually occur, it is also confusing as fuck to watch week to week and you would be better served by watching an entire season at once rather than trying to remember what the fuck is going on
extremely underrated subgenre of tumblr post: when someone makes a general statement about something, and another person offers a counter-statement that’s just completely nonsensical, and the OP just agrees instantly even if it makes no sense at all
aight im drunk im 22 im cis im 99% sure this is a trans guy meme but,,, i experiuence this too dont worry this is a male experience i love u all ur wonderful and strong
I meant to add captuons like ur calid and all thar shit vut i hit the wronfg button oops
Cis allies if you’re not on his level don’t even try
To all the trans men out there: I’m sober, I’m medicated properly, and you are indeed valid and this is indeed a fun part of the male experience. I had had ass hair for over a decade before my facial hair actually connected up all the way around. That’s right. I was 25 with an ass that looked like a used lint roller and I still had to grow my mustache extra long on the sides to cover up the gap between the mustache and the beard. You’ll get there. Just give it time. I love you ❤️
“C'mon you got another year left in you” I say to my boot that has completely fallen apart after 6 years of everyday wear. Nothing a little super glue won’t fix
Two days ago my husband said “…and he was pissed” and I said “don’t say that around the kids!” so he corrected himself to “and he was liquid angry” and I’ve been laughing since
you know even if a homeless person or a starving person is in that position because of their own “bad decisions” i don’t care. it doesn’t matter. no supposed financial misstep is enough to condemn someone to homelessness or poverty.
there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”
there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”
Just a reminder that Bethesda actually thought this was an acceptable way to end a story.
me: hey fawkes can you walk five feet into this room and type 3 numbers on a keyboard for me? since i saved your life and all?
my best friend fawkes: tbh dude i could but it’d be cooler if you just fucking died
It just struck me this game’s like a decade old now, so for the uninitiated, to the best of my recollection: the final room’s dilemna is to fix a water purifier there’s a chamber with SUPER LETHAL radiation that needs to be entered so someone can input some password on a numberpad to fix it. You can either go in yourself and die or send in the girl who came with you and have her die, and since at launch there was no postgame and the game simply cuts to the an ending cinematic and credits after this decision either way without the appropriate DLC (and when you do get the DLC it retcons that you somehow survive either way), it doesn’t really matter except whether you care about the narrator calling you a coward or not in the photo reel at the end.
BUT, and I swear this must have been like a last minute addition that the writer’s completely forgot they’d written themselves into a corner with because they’d already decided on a STELLAR ending. One of the few travelling companions in this game, in fact perhaps the only one you gain directly from the main quest, a mere hour or two before this final room, is Fawkes. He’s got 2 important character traits: Friendly, which is odd for a supermutant in the bethesda canon, and Immune to Death By Radiation, a trait that is not only common to supermutants, but DEMONSTRATED in the quest just before this one. Like an hour ago of gameplay, there was an irradiated room you couldn’t enter to get this macguffin you need, so after some pleasantries, the solution to this puzzle is to have your new friend Fawkes go in and grab it for you effortlessly. It is in fact the only solution to that puzzle, it is the one plot-critical thing that Fawkes is notable for.
So your options, to review: sacrifice yourself, or sacrifice another human. Or ask Fawkes to do it so no one has to die, and have him tell you in the most pretentious way to go fuck off and die in the radiation room, buddy.
me, every single time i see people (especially women) talking about the divine feminine energy, or the sacredness of the womb or whatever it is now:
[image description: a two-panel photo of a person dialling a number and then placing the phone to their ear. the contact is saved as ‘Ursula K. Le Guin’ /end ID]
context is this quote by her:
But I didn’t and still don’t like making a cult of women’s knowledge, preening ourselves on knowing things men don’t know, women’s deep irrational wisdom, women’s instinctive knowledge of Nature, and so on. All that all too often merely reinforces the masculinist idea of women as primitive and inferior – women’s knowledge as elementary, primitive, always down below at the dark roots, while men get to cultivate and own the flowers and crops that come up into the light. But why should women keep talking baby talk while men get to grow up? Why should women feel blindly while men get to think?
You know what I’ve never really seen realistically depicted in fiction? The way that people in places that get a huge amount of snow deal with said snow. Specifically in the cities. I get that it’s probably not exactly an intuitive thing to think about if you’ve never lived in a place that gets a lot of snow, and even if you do, you probably figure that they must have some really sophisticated infrastructure systems specifically for this purpose. It’s not like they’ll just scoop the snow off the streets and gather it into huge piles, and then just climb over the progressively larger and larger snow piles every single year for months while waiting for the piles to melt in the spring.
We do. There’s no point in planning more sophisticated systems to get rid of something that’ll eventually just go away on its own. So they just pile the snow into randomly designated spaces that cars or people aren’t supposed to go through, and let it pile up. There’s significantly less street parking available in the winter because some spots where you could otherwise park a car are currently the parking spot of a snow pile three times taller than a car.
You get used to it. And if you grow up around here, it never even occurs to you to think of it as something strange in the first place.
Now thinking about how badly british-style colonialism would’ve fared here. Local natives telling them “you can’t build things that closely together, you’ve got to leave enough space for the huge snow piles in the winter”, being told that that’s nonsense, you people are just too lazy to be efficient with space. And then having the colonial town of New Shitterton or something get fucked over the first year because there’s no efficient way to clear out the waist-deep layer of snow on the streets.
Except rather than admitting they were wrong, they would build a huge, space-wasting, coal-burning Snow Furnace that all the snow gets dumped into (at the newly minted taxpayers’ expense, obviously) and melted in a tremendously inefficient and polluting way. Years later, the ash-blackened area surrounding the Snow Furnace would become the poorest neighborhood of the city and people living there would be the subject of much invasive scrutiny from colonial government officials trying to figure out why their district has such low standardized test scores. The conclusion would be something racist.
Like…ok. my job is to clean up the parks. Fine. I have no problem with this.
There is a difference between leaving things behind and leaving the parks a mess.
Someone left an array of condiments and a full tray of barbecue chicken out in the parks overnight and trash all over the lawn. Like they were raptured.
Just because I’m paid to clean up the parks doesn’t mean it’s okay to leave a huge mess. Wtf. And it’s like… I saw the group that was setting up- they were old enough to know better.
Real “the help will get it” attitude from this group. Like yes, I’m obligated to get this, but I also have 6 more parks that I need to clean.
You know what I’ve never really seen realistically depicted in fiction? The way that people in places that get a huge amount of snow deal with said snow. Specifically in the cities. I get that it’s probably not exactly an intuitive thing to think about if you’ve never lived in a place that gets a lot of snow, and even if you do, you probably figure that they must have some really sophisticated infrastructure systems specifically for this purpose. It’s not like they’ll just scoop the snow off the streets and gather it into huge piles, and then just climb over the progressively larger and larger snow piles every single year for months while waiting for the piles to melt in the spring.
We do. There’s no point in planning more sophisticated systems to get rid of something that’ll eventually just go away on its own. So they just pile the snow into randomly designated spaces that cars or people aren’t supposed to go through, and let it pile up. There’s significantly less street parking available in the winter because some spots where you could otherwise park a car are currently the parking spot of a snow pile three times taller than a car.
You get used to it. And if you grow up around here, it never even occurs to you to think of it as something strange in the first place.
Now thinking about how badly british-style colonialism would’ve fared here. Local natives telling them “you can’t build things that closely together, you’ve got to leave enough space for the huge snow piles in the winter”, being told that that’s nonsense, you people are just too lazy to be efficient with space. And then having the colonial town of New Shitterton or something get fucked over the first year because there’s no efficient way to clear out the waist-deep layer of snow on the streets.
Except rather than admitting they were wrong, they would build a huge, space-wasting, coal-burning Snow Furnace that all the snow gets dumped into (at the newly minted taxpayers’ expense, obviously) and melted in a tremendously inefficient and polluting way. Years later, the ash-blackened area surrounding the Snow Furnace would become the poorest neighborhood of the city and people living there would be the subject of much invasive scrutiny from colonial government officials trying to figure out why their district has such low standardized test scores. The conclusion would be something racist.
