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Now that’s a shame.

I mean, they reached it.

This is true.

also, fun fact! whitetip reef sharks in particular are SO damn cuddly with each other that they'll actively seek out a buddy or ten when they get sleepy!

it's pretty much slumber party or nothing for these guys. you won't find a whitetip sleeping alone except in the most dire and tragic of shark circumstances.

(shhh! they are. SLEEBING)

Someone in an autism facebook group I'm in just asked "How am I supposed to earn enough to make a living without burning out?"

Someone replied: "You're not. Even neurotypicals can't right now in the system designed for them. We're the canaries in the coalmine. When we start failing, they know something is wrong."

People keep saying, "Oh, everyone thinks they're neurodivergent now!" or they'll say it's the foods or chemicals or whatever other nonsense they've fallen for, but to me the answer is so obvious?

We've gotten to a point that more and more people are being left behind by the system, making it so that neurodivergent parents who could get by fine *enough* in decades/centuries past are bringing children into a world that cannot and will not attempt to accommodate them. There's nothing in the water and people aren't faking, it's just that this is no longer sustainable or livable and of course people with disabilities will be hit first and hit the hardest. There aren't more people with it, it's just harder to go through life without being aware that you're not functioning the way your peers seem to be able to.

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Now that’s a shame.

Ok I’ve got a game for y’all. Describe the contents of this photo in a distinctly “Lovecraftian” manner. I’m curious to see how alien you can make it sound while not at all contradicting the actual image.

My eyes were assaulted with cryptic and uncanny works of art through the phosphorescent glow of the curious, electrical window. Crude drawings and paintings of red-lipped toad-things, cycloptic triangles, skeletal figures feasting on heaps of what resembled thin, pale worms.

But most terrible of all was the image of a hairy, stunted beast, clearly derived of the carnivora or some equivalent, slopping its damp tongue over the pallid, branching digits, like spider’s legs, which sprouted from the unwholesame frame of an awkwardly upright, hairless mammaloid.

Terrible it was, for it was no mere drawing, but apparently a photographic creation - albeit one more advanced than we have ever dreamed, as vivid and real as though peering through a window to another reality where these shuddersome creatures live and breathe as you or I.

I wondered, for a moment, if somewhere beings of such a nature were leering at even I through a similar such window, a thought I quickly snuffed out and have dared not to dwell upon since.

Its eyes, Dennistoun. Its terrible eyes. 

It has been days, I know not how many days, but time no longer has meaning; not now that the sight of its cold lightless eyes is branded upon my brain. My God, those eyes! Black eyes, like windows into some foul and viscid Stygian mire, slit in a terrible and vengeful focus upon the watcher, marking him for ungodly fates too terrible to contemplate.

And yet the eyes were not the worst of it, for they were set in a face utterly unhuman, stretched in a silent gaping grin that revealed a row of jagged fangs, a hideous face that was covered in rough hair – the face of a ravenous beast! It has haunted my dreams ever since, and I cannot close my eyes even to woo Hypnos for a passing interlude but that its awful visage rises once more before me. I seem to hear the sound it made echoing inside the vault of my own fevered brain: a thin, terrible cry of hunger and demand – Dennistoun, it was the sound of something unspeakable about to take its meal…

Ha, ha, ha…I have not told you all, not yet. Sit down. Sit down. Your visit is not quite complete. Do you like this chamber? It is not as pleasant as your rooms in town, but you will soon forget all that, when my tale is done. 

No, do not beat your fists upon the door, or cry for the asylum jailers. They will not come, you know. They cannot help you. Listen, Dennistoun. This beast – its black unearthly eyes, its open slavering maw, its questioning, sickeningly pink tongue tasting the air, the watcher’s breath – it was not alone, for the cradle in which it sat was no throne of rough-hewn rock or altar to some banished idiot god. 

The beast was sitting curled within the cradle of a pair of monstrous human hands.

I would read fifteen novels with this premise.

Abolish for-profit health care insurance.

i’m curious

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British government put radioactive salt on chapati that they fed to Punjabi mothers in Oxfordshire in the 1970s

yeah this kind of stuff happened a lot in the 20th century: https://www.nytimes.com/1998/01/01/us/settlement-reached-in-suit-over-radioactive-oatmeal-experiment.html

This is A Huge Ethical Violation for sure but just to be clear, the MRC wasn’t like, throwing chunks of enriched uranium into these flatbreads and doing it for funsies,

https://www.nature.com/articles/1821665b0 according to the abstract of this [roughly] contemporaneous paper, Iron-59 has a half-life of 45 days and Iron-55 has a half-life of 3 years. (The paper is about Iron-52, which has a halflife of just over 8 hours, and so is definitely not the one used here.)

The idea was to track the metabolization of iron in Indian women specifically as they were prone to anemia in Britain, so as to determine if it was a diet issue or a genetics issue. Again, I am not defending experimenting on people without their consent. These people deserve compensation for being used as guinea pigs.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorset_Biological_Warfare_Experiments The UK government was also spraying areas with simulated biological warfare agents at this time. good times.

fuck "girl lunch" fuck "girl math" a woman is a hairy animal who sweats and grunts and excretes and hungers and gets wrinkly and dies eventually. you have to love that.

ppl are tagging this post with things like 'ooh i want to meet a woman like this' or with specific characters which kind of misses the point i was trying to make. ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THIS. IT STANDS IN CONTRAST TO NOTHING. WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND IT.

I sat with a crying second grader today. (The age range is outside my wheelhouse but I was the most convenient adult.) He was crying, the other adults said, because his brother took a phone he was playing on. “Phone addicted,” everybody said. “If he would get up and play games with the other kids he wouldn’t be crying.”

He told me everyone lets his brother take things from him because his brother is younger, and doesn’t know better. He told me he doesn’t want to play because he’s tired, he has too many extracurriculars this summer and can’t get good sleep because “everyone in my camper is so loud when I’m trying to sleep.” He’s exhausted and only eight. His mom’s an acquaintance and told me she and the kid’s father are going through a separation — mom and four kids left the house to stay in a camper.

But people will seriously not listen to kids crying over seemingly minor things because on the surface it looks like a tantrum. If kids are given the space to articulate themselves they often will.

I’ve found that if a child is capable of having a conversation (that is, old enough to speak and express themselves, not injured or upset so badly that they literally cannot stop crying, and not behaving violently), then 90% of the time their reason for being upset is legitimate, or at least understandable.

Please remember that this also applies to teenagers and preteens, they might be acting like a knowitall who doesn’t give a shit, or a first class jerk, but chances are fair they feel like shit for one reason or another and adults just chalk it up to teenage angst instead

no but seriously I still get chills thinking about turning off my headlamp in the cave and The Hand That I Did Not Actually See, and it’s been twelve years since it happened

it’s such an unreal experience

like

you turn off your light in a cave and wave your hand in front of your face

and

you can see this shadowy thing moving in the black space where your hand is

it looks like the same shadowy thing you would see in your room at night if you waved your hand in front of your face, it’s there and vaguely hand-shaped, and your brain recognizes it as your hand because your brain is aware of where your hand is and what it is doing

But You Are Not Seeing Anything

Inside a cave, there is No Light. No matter how far your pupils spread, there is no light for them to draw in, no light to put an image on your retina.

But your brain just Fucking Assumes that because it knows where your hand is and what it is doing, clearly it can see it.

So it creates a shadowy thing for your eyes to be seeing.

Brain is like “there’s a hand there”

Eyes are like “yup sure thing brain I can totally see it”

Brain is like “nice”

but there is no hand, you cannot see the hand, you are seeing a literal actual hallucination in the cave because your brain thinks it knows best

Caves are awesome, but also terrifying. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

we once went spelunking, and a our guide said that once he was in a cave with a stream, so he could hear running water, and his brain was like ‘oh, running water? that means there must be Ducks out there’. and he saw like…low light shadows of ducks. that his brain just Put There.

As a cave guide: we call that ‘cave blindness’! True darkness absolutely wigs your brain out - we’re such visual creatures that after a while our brain throws a hissy after not seeing anything. Sensory deprivation is a very real kind of torture. We have a huge, deep cave system at work and there are a lot of places where you’re hundreds of meters in solid rock in this tiny, dark, still space.

I like to turn my torch off, sit down with my back against the wall,  and wait to see how long it takes before I start seeing things or feeling like the ground is moving, or hearing things. Because I know I’m not - I’m in complete darkness, utter silence, sitting in rock that hasn’t moved in hundreds, if not thousands, of years.

Proof that brains are Ridiculous and over-react to a lot of stuff!

I want to add to this that people who lose their hearing as adults have reported hearing music “being played loudly from somewhere”, and other auditory hallucinations, bc the brain will just panic and put your brain’s ipod on *fucking shuffle* if it’s not getting any input

This is fascinating and I love the part with the mushrooms and the worms if this really works but my favorite part is that we spent decades like “oh no....oil is soaking into fur and feathers....if only we had something that could soak up all this oil”

Richard Siken continues to kill it on twitter. He just explained why his poetry is so popular in tumblr graphics - "you can take any of my quotes and apply them to any fandom or picture and they will work because they are sad and mopey and full of longing" and then proceeded to demonstrate this. With cat pictures. With lines of his poetry slightly altered to be lol cat speak.

(from his twitter thread here)

People are doing their own versions in response and he is complimenting them.