23 ain't what it used to be

One of the fun things about My Adventures with Superman is that it SEEMS like they've de-aged the core cast, but Clark is 22-23 years old, Jimmy is by implication the same age, and Lois might be a year older.

That's about the same age that Clark and Lois were way back when Superman originally debuted.* (Jimmy, of course, got aged up by about a decade.)

It's just that in 1938, a 22-year-old was assumed to be An Adult With A Real Job that probably didn't require a college degree, and in 2023, a 22-year-old is A Kid Fresh Out of College Working An Unpaid Internship.**

In 1938, a 22-year-old professional would probably have his own shitty-to-modest apartment. In 2023, a 22-year-old intern would have to split a studio apartment and sleep in a bunk bed.

And, yes, it's worth remembering that 1938 was The Great Depression.

*(The early episodes of the radio show regularly refer to Clark as "the young man.")

**(I don't think Perry would expect the Trio to do scutwork around the office for nothing, but those intern slots probably don't get much more than a minimal stipend.)

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In the middle of the ocean

My contempt towards a brand is directly proportional to how often they interrupt my playlists.

My late father was the one who taught me to be cynical about advertising, for all that putting up ads was literally his whole job. He taught me from a very young age that advertising is expensive, and they tack that cost onto the price. That if something is heavily advertised, you can count on the fact that there's an identical product out there, usually even manufactured in the same factory, that's cheaper because they don't spend all that money on advertising.

A German friend walked me through Lidl, turning over items to show the factories where the items were manufactured and what expensive brands they correspond to, we did taste tests on some of the more pricey food things later and they were the same product. learning about food manufacturing was a hobby for her.

European glasses and sunglasses are made in the same Italian factories that make the luxury ones, they have the same quality control and warranty. You are paying €100 for a logo.

Some things cost more because they are actually made with better quality materials and where the workers are properly compensated, others are the same product as the off brand version with the brand name markup. It takes a lifetime to learn the intricacies which is why consumer advocacy associations and legal protection by (truly) independent agencies is crucial.

“Hello.  My name is Luke Skywalker.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die.”

“Never go up against a Mandalorian when death is on the line!” *immediately falls into Sarlacc pit*

“Bye, boys!  Have fun storming the Death Star!”

“Wampas Of Unusual Size?  I don’t think they exist.”

“Do you want me to send you back to where you were?  Unemployed, on Hoth?”

“It just so happens that Obi-Wan here is only mostly dead.”

“Give us the access code.” “What access code?” “Chewie, tear his arms off.” “Ohhh you mean this access code!”

“I could give you my word as a Corellian…” “No good. I’ve known too many Corellians”

“Why can’t I see?” “You’ve been mostly-frozen all day.”

That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying “I know”, what he meant was, “I love you.” 

“Why do you wear that black mask? Were you burned on Mustafar, or something like that?” “Oh no, it’s just that they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”

“Luke doesn’t get eaten by the rancor at this time. ”What?” “The rancor doesn’t get him. I’m explaining to you because you look nervous.”

“The Fowce is what bwings us togevver today. It suwwounds us, and penetwates us. It binds the gawaxy togevver.”

losing my mind that someone thinks that some women wear Kim K waist trainers to the gym because historical costumers/dress history specialists dare to talk about corsets not being torture devices online

see screenshot below:

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my guy

those are demographics with NEGATIVE overlap

The Rational Dress Movement has a lot of brainrot to answer for

this comment, forgive me, I don't agree with

the Rational Dress Movement was a reaction of women expected by their society to wear clothing they, personally, hated. and they were right- they shouldn't have had to do that! another reason I would hate actually living in the past, besides the big ones like antibiotics and voting, is that even if I started in an era with clothing I enjoyed, I would have had to go along when that clothing changed or suffer material consequences

and if I'd been someone who got sensory issues from even moderately-laced corsets? tough shit. people could often tell if I wasn't wearing one, and would be pretty put out about it. they weren't function-prohibiting torture devices, but they often weren't optional either. and THAT part is indeed a problem

while Rational Dress writings should not be taken to reflect the feelings of all women on matters of clothing, as they often are today, they're important and valid when understood as the sentiments of individual women trapped in a system where they couldn't feel truly comfortable or happy. it's not their fault people take those sentiments out of context nowadays

I can CHOOSE to wear gothy Victorian-inspired clothes today. they didn't really have the luxury of that choice. and that- not the hatred of the garments themselves, but the lack of individual freedom -is something I can sympathize with deeply

(honestly this is more something I'm willing to lay at the feet of midcentury cultural commentators, for starting the idea that All Corseting Is Tightlacing for an audience who couldn't remember any better. ironic given their own deeply toxic diet and beauty culture, and tendency to wear girdles that WERE pure shapewear, but there it is)

had an autism moment at the computer part store today

"Beat loudly, heartbeat!"

ALWAYS worthy of reblogging.

PAY IT BACK!

im still pissed off about シ and ツ

I don’t シ whaツ bad about this?

im going to stab you in the face

ソン of a—

There’s really ノ need to get ソ worked up over something as miンor as this!

ワt the フck is going on

this is my worst nightmare.

Oケ guys let’s chill out, it クld be a lot worse.

I can’t speak for every screen reader, but if you listen to this post on VoiceOver it reads almost perfectly.

For those without a screen reader that transitions between English and Japanese so easily (or sight readers who can’t read Japanese): the symbols are Japanese Katakana. Each symbol represents a phonetic syllable. The entire post is just making puns with that, except for the first post, which is just OP being upset that [shi] and [tsu] look so similar.

This isn’t really a plain language transcription, but more of…a sort of translation?

this is one of christians’ favorite things to ignore. quite possibly their all-time favorite thing to ignore.

PEOPLE HEAR ME OUT-

once again thinking about how much Dick Grayson would hate Minhkhoa (Ghostmaker) Khan...

Eight year old Dickie would hear the horror stories about how Khoa broke bruce's heart when Khoa and B were in their early 20's and on their anime training arc

Dick would have to witness Bruce's relationship paranoia following the Khoa Incident

Dick would have to deal with Khoa reappearing 20 years later and FLIRTING with his DAD right in front of him

Conclusion: Dick Grayson would 10000% throw down with Khoa at the slightest provocation: Khoa rearranges Bruce's mini-fridge and Dick is immediately in Murder Mode.

According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.

sheds a single tear

every august 18th my notifications break and i go, fuck, tumblr has failed me once again, but it hasn’t. it hasn’t failed me. it’s just the taking the hobbits to isengard-iversary. happy 12 years

Lil Early, but fuck it! I’m not missing it this year.

So what this paint company does is take iron pollution from abandoned mines that are polluting soils and rivers and makes iron based red pigment paints out of it.

Basically they realized hey no one's cleaning this shit up, it's polluting the streams, killing all the fish, making the water undrinkable and there's a huge market for it so why not make money by cleaning it the fuck up?

They remove this stuff by the industrial bucket load from the rivers. The idea is if it's in a painting, if it's in your home, it's not poisoning wildlife.

anyway its cool as shit, please support tf out of these people https://gamblinstore.com/reclaimed-earth-colors-set/

Please keep this circulating. Cops are getting more and more brazen, know your rights!

good to know

Reblogging every time this goes past

I had to learn my rights the hard way…read this, study it, memorize it, this is insanely valuable information.

Not CDC related but important info

Useful information

Intricate Beaded Motifs Add Colorful Dimension to Jan Huling’s Animal Sculptures

Oh, this one goes way further back than Pliny. Aristotle has this to say about salamanders:

As far as I know this is the oldest reference to salamanders and fire. It got even more convoluted with time. It’s also noteworthy that salamanders were initially very cold animals that extinguished fire, but over time it evolved into lives in fire -> makes fire/is fiery.

Any explanations about why that came to be are only guesses. We will never know for sure if there was a rational explanation and what it was. We are fairly sure, though, that the “salamander skin” described by Marco Polo was asbestos.

Dress history major here! “Salamander skin” was 100% asbestos and we know that because we have extant bits of garments from blacksmiths and other jobs that involve fire made out of asbestos because of its fire retardant properties! So think asbestos gloves and aprons amd sleeves. We also have tiny bits of “fur” made from asbestos that was used as trim on we believe Henry 8’s clothes in some portrature but I could be wrong about the monarch (it’s been a few years since I last read about it).

Man y'all have been going nuts on this post. I'm sitting here kicking my feet learning so much about lizard textile history.

for chinese new year they get all these famous actors and comedians together and they do a lil show and one of the comedians was like “i was in a hotel in america once and there was a mouse in my room so i called reception except i forgot the english word for mouse so instead i said ‘you know tom and jerry? jerry is here’

jerry is here

my chinese teacher once shared this story in class about someone who went to the grocery to buy chicken, but they forgot the english word for it, so they grabbed an egg, went to the nearest sales lady and said “where’s the mother”

When I was a teenager, we went to Italy for the summer holidays. We are German, neither of us speaks more than a few words of Italian. That didn’t keep my family from always referring to me when they wanted something translated because “You’re so good with languages and you took Latin”. (I told them a hundred times I couldn’t order ice cream in Latin, they ignored that.) Anyway, my dad really loved a certain cheese there, made from sheep’s milk. He knew the Italian word for ‘cheese’ – formaggio – and he knew how to say ‘please’. And he had already spotted a little shop that sold the cheese. He asked me what ‘sheep’ was in Italian, and of course, I had no idea. So he just shrugged and said “I’ll manage” and went into the shop. 5 mins later, he comes out with a little bag, obviously very pleased with himself. How did he manage it? He had gone in and said “'Baaaah’ formaggio, prego.”

I was done for the day.

This makes me feel better about every conversation I had in both Rome and Ghent.

I once lost my husband in the ruins of a French castle on a mountain, and trotted around looking for him in increasing desperation. “Have you seen my husband?” I asked some French people, having forgotten all descriptive words. “He is small, and English. His hair is the color of bread.”

I did not find my husband in this way.

In rural France it is apparently Known that one brings one’s own shopping bags to the grocery store. I was a visitor and had not been briefed and had no shopping bag. I saw that other people were able to conduct negotiations to purchase shopping bags, but I could not remember the word for “bag.”

“Can I have a box that is not a box,” I said.

The checkout lady looked extremely tired and said, “Un sac?” (A sack?)

Of course. A fucking sack. And so I did get a sack.

I once was at a German-American Church youth camp for two weeks and predictably, we spoke a whole lot of English. 

When I phoned my mom during week two I tried to tell her that it was a bit cold in the sleeping bag at night. I stumbled around the word in German because for the love of god, I could remember the Germwn word for sleeping bag.

“Yeah so, it’s like a bag you sleep in at night?”

“And my mother must probably have thought I lost my mind. She just sighed and was like ‘So, a Schlafsack, yes?”

Which is LITERALLY Sleeping sac … The German word is a basically a one on one translation of the English word and I just… I failed it. At my mother tongue. BIG

My former boss is Italian and she ended up working in a lab where the common language was English. She once saw an insect running through the lab and she went to tell her colleagues. She remembered it was the name of a famous English band so she barged in the office yelling there was a rolling stone in the lab…

I’m Spanish and have been living in the UK for a while now. I recently changed jobs and moved to a new office which is lost somewhere in the Midlands’ countryside. It’s a pretty quaint location, surrounded by forest on pretty much all sides, and with nice grounds… full of pheasants. I was pretty shocked when I drove in and saw a fucking pheasant strolling across the road. Calm as you please.

That afternoon I met up with some friends and was talking about the new job, and the new office, and for the life of me I couldn’t remember the English word for pheasants. So I basically ended up bragging to my friends about “the very fancy chickens” we had outside the office.

Best thing is, everyone understood what I meant.

I love those stories so much…

Picture a Jewish American girl whose grasp of the Hebrew language comes from 10+ years of immersion in Biblical and liturgical Hebrew, not the modern language. Some words are identical, while others have significantly evolved.

She gets to Israel and is riding a bus for the very first time.

American: כמה ממון זה? (”How much money?” but in rather archaic language)

Bus Driver: שתי זוזים. (”Two zuzim” – a currency that’s been out of circulation for millenia)

that’s hilarious

I am officially screamlaughing at my desk from that last one OH MY 

Does everyone know the prime minister who promised to fuck the country?

So in Biblical Hebrew the word for penis and weapon are the same. There is a verb meaning to arm, which modern Hebrew semanticly drifted into “fuck”: i.e. give someone your dick.

The minister was making a speech while a candidate, bemoning the state of the world. “The Soviet Union is fucking Egypt. Germany is fucking Syria. The Americans are fucking everyone. But who is fucking us? When I am prime minister, I will ensure we are fucked!”

What the hell Biblical Hebrew.

Just guessing: The path from something like “give someone a blade” to “give someone a blade, if you know what I mean ;)” is probably not that difficult or unlikely.

^Given that the Latin word for sheath (like, for a sword) is literally “vagina”, I can verify that this metaphor is a time-honored one. 

Oh yeah and one time my Latin professor was at this conference in Greece and his flight was canceled, so he needed to extend his hotel stay by one more night.

Except he doesn’t speak a lick of modern Greek, and the receptionist couldn’t speak English.  Or French.  Or German.  Or Italian.  (He tried all of them.)

Finally, in a fit of inspiration, he went upstairs and got his copy of Medea in the original Greek (you know, the stuff separated from modern Greek by two and a half thousand years).  He found the passage where Medea begs Jason to let her stay for one more day, went downstairs, and read it to the receptionist.

She laughed her head off, but she gave him the extra night.  

Reblogged just for Medea

The way I have to find anything on this website. Hair the color of bread, me, 2016.