don’t be embarrassed that little joys take up a lot of space in your heart. sometimes they’re the most important things there are in your life, and deserve your attention
@corgi-watches-the-moon you take up a lot of space in my heart, you are one of the most important things in my life, you deserve my attention
@nonbinaryskulls I hope everyday something small reminds you of me, and makes you smile, if even for just a moment
i always forget my grandma used to be a clown so it caught me the fuck off guard when she saw this
and no hesitation saying “oh it’s that creepy clown- oh he’s drinking that’s against clown code”
1. ARE YOU NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN YOUR GRANDMA’S PAST CLOWN CAREER? 2. WHAT’S CLOWN CODE??????????????
Clown code.
I call a lot of y'all clowns but it turns out that’s too good for you since even they live by a code.
My grandmother didn’t allow her clowns to participate in a PSA back in the 80s because it would have violated The Code. They got actors to scab the roles anyway. My father long resented to loss of Ad revenue and publicity, but my grandmother was the sort of lady who would not sacrifice the dignity of the Clown for any price. Remarkable woman. It’s an open question as to how much the whole debacle contributed to the closure of her Clown College, but I suspect she wanted out of the game by then regardless.
The older I get, the more respect for clowns I have, and I am not being sarcastic in the least.
Okay but listen, a blockbuster budget movie that follows the Karate Kid/any master-and-apprentice coming of age tale that’s done deadpan serious, but it’s about becoming a clown and following the clown code instead of like, becoming a warrior or whatever.
The protagonist is a kid who’s struggling in school, generally not living up to what their parents wanted them to be, and though they outwardly express this as militant apathy and rebellion, we see moments where it’s clear they detest themselves and wish they were what their parents wanted.
Until the day they meet Knockadoo, a clown who they catch in the act of sitting in an alley after genuinely a great show flicking the top off a bottle, about to break code because they’ve forgotten why they got into this game to begin with. Over the course of the film Knockadoo gives the protagonist a lesson in how to live even in the face of what feels like failure and shows them that just getting up and standing for something (like The Code) is an act of bravery. In return, Knockadoo slowly is reminded of why they’re doing this job to begin with.
The underlying message is one of positive nihilism (the world might be pointless so give it a point yourself, and choose to make others happy) and self-acceptance and self-love as a radical, revolutionary, worthwhile act.
Important questions to consider:
To me, who the victim is determines how much of a crime it is, and how funny it is.
It isn't funny to steal or deface your neighbor's giant skeleton he bought with his hard earned money because it makes him happy. That just makes you a dick.
It is funny to replace a mega church's nativity scene's three wise men with the three stooges. That makes you mischievous.
And it certainly is funny to secretly steal a giant mango that belongs to the city. That makes you an unknown legend.
I was thinking recently about how "alt" subcultures are so aestheticized now but they used to be much more about your societal views than the clothes you wore or even the bands you listened to, and my brain connected some dots. Idk if this is anything
Yes, this is it! This is exactly it!!
OP I can say with certainty, this is something™️
And went off the air because a TEXAS DA they caught unalived himself...
https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna15592444
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lots of times if I tell my boyfriend that I am proud of him for dealing with a situation, or that I'm sorry he's having to deal with a situation, he will say "no it's my own fault." meaning that he feels like he doesn't deserve praise or comfort for dealing with a situation that is his fault. (for example a financial problem caused or exacerbated by him having been too anxious or absentminded to deal with the situation sooner.) and I tell him this and I will tell y'all this, that I don't believe that. I think you are even braver and stronger for taking steps to deal with a mess that is of or partly of your own creation, because you have to cope with guilt and shame on top of the thing itself, and because you're fighting against the same ingrained dysfunction in yourself that caused the mess. that's like the bravest and most constructive thing you can do and you should be proud and I am proud of you.
also, mistakes don't mean you deserve to suffer
Forever thinking about how, on election day in 2016, I wore a shirt with an American flag on it because it was what was clean. And the 20-ish year old bagging my groceries made a snide remark about it, followed by 'I didn't vote, they're all the same anyways.' And a fellow grocery worker chimed in agreement that he wasn't voting for the same reason.
And now I can't go to a local drag event without having to walk through a gauntlet of nazis.
I realize that the election is a year and a half away, but please don't fall for the 'they're the same' rhetoric this time around. Both candidates will suck, but they'll suck in different ways and one of them wants my community dead.
What a nice lady.
I’m only reblogging this because I want young people to see that these ghouls are scared of you showing up to vote.
More stories from hell (retail) today I was ringing up this lady and she goes oh I want to do part of this on a gift card and the rest on normal card and I go ok and then she hands me a folded piece of paper. I think oh OK it must be folded around the gift card, right? Wrong. It is a folded sheet of 8×11 printer paper with "$40" written on the inside in ballpoint pen. I go what is this. She says a gift card. I say this is not a gift card. She says yes it is. I say this is a piece of paper with "$40" written on it. She says "well it's a gift card." I say it absolutely is not. I am grinding my teeth. She says well I want to use it. I say you physically cannot do that bc it is a piece of paper. I cannot scan or swipe it. I apologize, as if this is my fault, and not because she is completely insane. I hate it here
In times like these, I try to revert to the training that Jim Halpert provided me from The Office.
Hand it back to her. “Oh absolutely ma’am, go ahead and just swipe it now.” And maintain a complete deadpan the whole time.
When it doesn’t work (because she’s an idiot and this is a pieces of paper) I take it and say “hmm, might be something with our scanner, they normally don’t have difficulty reading gift cards…” and clean the scanner before handing it back to her and telling her to try again.
When it still doesn’t work (because she’s an idiot and this is a piece of paper) “well why don’t you stay here and I’ll go find the manager and see what we can do.”
Smash cut to me getting some water, and then asking the manager if they’d like to earn their $4 more an hour trying to tell a lady that a piece of paper isn’t a gift card because I absolutely CANNOT be fucked to do so.
(But I say it nicer because I have to keep seeing the manager, the idiot with the paper I’ll probably never see again).
Bumper sticker that says "I ATE THE BEST PUSSY OF MY LIFE AT THE OKLAHOMA RATTLESNAKE FESTIVAL"
hm. yeah I'll post that
activists have been arrested while setting up a peaceful protest at a point along the procession route. simple placards saying Not My King and bright yellow t-shirts and they've been arrested! in a democracy! for what crime, spoiling the vibes?
Someone should politely ask Charles if he remembers where the first of his Namesake is and how he got there.
And someone should ask those 14.4 million if they remember how he got there too.
If you all haven't heard about it yet: https://ratethelandlord.org/
Signal boost the hell out of this, make it famous
OIL ON CANVAS!!! I REPEAT, OIL!!! ON!!!!! CANVAS!!!!!!
are you good?
EDIT: Obviously terfs found this and reported it until it got taken off of redbubble because they have nothing better to do, so in the meantime, it's available as a risograph print on my Etsy!
ID: a digital drawing of a black dog in sketchy pencil. its leaping forward, held back by a leash, its teeth bared, blood dripping from its jaws and splashing underfoot. in a serif font in all caps it reads "good boys maul transphobes". end ID
highly recommend this 2007 wga strike day-by-day review so you get history from someone who was there and not from whoever's misremembering it on social media
