“There’s really nothing like the self righteousness of the partially informed.” -Karen Kilgariff
There are two types of skull planet.
Art by Ray Feibush (left) and Bruce Pennington. Check out these illustrations along with 400 others in my new art book - "Worlds Beyond Time: Sci-Fi Art of the 1970s" is out now!
This is such an important and genuinely terrifying post. I could completely go off on the rise of anti-science, but for now I’ll just add: it isn’t just boomers that get deceived. This is a warning to all of us.
Pay ATTENTION to what you are being told. If you think you cannot be deceived, you leave yourself open to deception. Question, doubt, research research research. Learn about your personal biases, dig up any subconscious cognitive dissonance. Keep an eye on your mind.
It needs to be stressed that biases, not a lack of intelligence, is very much the issue here. Being aware of the need to fact check yourself is key: Intelligence won’t protect you from bad or unhealthy mental states, or keep you safe from cults of any sort. Intelligence will just make it easier for you to rationalize and attempt to justify the malformed tools you’ve taken/been given to yourself and others. You need to be wise enough to challenge yourself.
As a cult survivor, this is lethally accurate.
The fact that the Boston transit system has been a garbage fire for so long that our mascot is a sad little man who is literally stranded on the train until the end of time due to a fare increase. Charlie's desiccated corpse has been riding this train since the 1940s and everyone just sort of rolls with it it this point
Back in the 40s the T installed a fare to get off the train as well as to get on, because the system has always been that broken. So a song was written about the mythical man of Charlie on the M.T.A., who doesn't have the extra fare and becomes stuck there. Forever. Riding around in a never-ending circular nightmare because the city is corrupt and everyone else in Boston is a cheapskate who won't lend him a goddamn nickel. Adding insult to injury his wife throws him food every day but not money, probably because she's better off single.
The T responded by saying "to hell with it, he's our mascot now."
The solution to crumbling public infrastructure should always be a jaunty banjo solo
we need to go back to hating tumblr. no more hellsite (affectionate). don't even think of giving these clowns your money. if i see you with a checkmark next to your name i'm opening fire
"…you feel like adding any preliminary frames there, Carl?"
Carl the Animator: “Nnnnnnope.”
Ted the Animator: “Just gonna let them pop into existence like that?”
Carl the Animator: “Ted, you cannot – in good conscience – tell me you wished I would ruin a thing of beauty like that.“
Ted the Animator: “…”
Carl the Animator: “…”
Ted the Animator: “…ok, yeah, you got me.”
Carl the Animator: “We have an ethical duty to preserve Shaggy shenanigans, and you know it.”
I just don’t see tumblr users delivering performance art like this anymore