Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves
specifically this kind of bonk.
The thought that Twitter might not exist anymore soon brought a great calm upon me, as if a ginormous weight was lifted from my shoulders.
Hey, I never pented in the first place. How can I repent?
First, find four friends...
Where'd I go? (Why it's taking me so long to unpack)
(Also you get to see my custom Bad Occult Advice CLOAK blanket.)
I've been having way more thoughts about the Titan submersible than I expected to, and I just wanted to get them out tonight. Right now it's about 2 hours before their air probably runs out.
I personally have a fear of tight cramped places and suffocation in said places, so it's been grim for the imagination to be sure. But I keep on thinking of responsibility most of all, and of the recklessness of those on board. The CEO most of all, to be sure, but I feel that enough pull quotes have been published about the "adventurous" and "brave" natures of the four people on board who aren't 19 years old, and I want to talk about that.
One man, the father who brought his 19 year old son on board with him, is the advisor to Prince Trust International, Charles III's personal charity. His father was a founding member. He's been on the board for it as well as of course his own company. And you know, I think he owes it to his son and family to have made better decisions than this, and also owes it to the business and charity to make sane and rational decisions with his life. His will probably left a lot to his son who will not be able to claim said estate, so he's left his affairs in a mess for his wife and remaining child to sort out.
One man is a Titanic expert. He is often called Mr. Titanic. He's basically the expert on exploring the Titanic wreckage and has been down there many times, has made a business of brokering sales of Titanic artifacts in fact. He's a fount of knowledge on the Titanic and on deep sea diving, and that knowledge is going to disappear. He's a member of the Explorer's Club as well as one of the other passengers, and the non-diving members of said club are basically going all out to help with the search in any way they can. What a waste of a life when he could have gone on any other dive. And what a way to play with the emotions and well-being of all those who cared for him and wished his life well. What a way to be a steward of knowledge.
There's a billionaire on board who will no longer be able to run his company and do any of the work on any boards he is on. Again, he is another rich man because of the responsibilities he took on to run a company and to manage his wealth properly. Things happen if he dies. He has loved ones. All this talk of "he knew the risks" is a bit cheap when I don't think his loved ones and the board members of the company he runs knew what a deathwish he apparently had for semi-expensive thrills.
All of these people signed a waiver stating very clearly that death was a possible result of this voyage, but it's obvious none of them prepared their lives for that possibility. They did not take death seriously, and in the case of the father, did not take his own son's life seriously.
I think none of them had any regard for how the whole world would hear about it if their vessel had a problem, if there was a mishap during the voyage. I think they all assumed that if there was a death it would be an instant decompression, down to some sort of catastrophic accident that would end them quickly. They've been in there for four days with limited food, water, and room to move in, and the less they move, the better. None of them were actually prepared to go through that. They were just full of bravado. They didn't care for the world that would be whipped up into a frenzy about this, they didn't think about how many people would be concerned for them or impacted by their death. And these are people who had everything that someone could ever want. These are people who had everything to lose.
To be so cheap with life, with the concerns of others, with their own future potentials to actually change the world in some way instead of giving fellow billionaires joy rides as their main legacies... it's just a lot to think about. I think most of all I'm angry that they'll probably never have to answer to another human for any of their terrible decisions, because they'll have paid the ultimate price before another human sees any of their bodies.
To have everything, and then to act like it can all be thrown away... it's not brave or noble, it's not adventurous. It's just cowardly. It spites everything that humanity holds value for.
Well, turns out the sub had a catastrophic implosion, and since they didn't detect sounds of that during the search, it probably happened Sunday before they had to worry about air or anything like that. Maybe they didn't even know anything was going to happen before it all ended.
I'm glad the families won't have to deal with the scenario of them having lost air before being found. I don't think anyone wanted to open a chamber full of people who all died of suffocation right next to each other.
I hope someone holds the company accountable for allowing these cowboys to be reckless with people's lives.
I've been having way more thoughts about the Titan submersible than I expected to, and I just wanted to get them out tonight. Right now it's about 2 hours before their air probably runs out.
I personally have a fear of tight cramped places and suffocation in said places, so it's been grim for the imagination to be sure. But I keep on thinking of responsibility most of all, and of the recklessness of those on board. The CEO most of all, to be sure, but I feel that enough pull quotes have been published about the "adventurous" and "brave" natures of the four people on board who aren't 19 years old, and I want to talk about that.
One man, the father who brought his 19 year old son on board with him, is the advisor to Prince Trust International, Charles III's personal charity. His father was a founding member. He's been on the board for it as well as of course his own company. And you know, I think he owes it to his son and family to have made better decisions than this, and also owes it to the business and charity to make sane and rational decisions with his life. His will probably left a lot to his son who will not be able to claim said estate, so he's left his affairs in a mess for his wife and remaining child to sort out.
One man is a Titanic expert. He is often called Mr. Titanic. He's basically the expert on exploring the Titanic wreckage and has been down there many times, has made a business of brokering sales of Titanic artifacts in fact. He's a fount of knowledge on the Titanic and on deep sea diving, and that knowledge is going to disappear. He's a member of the Explorer's Club as well as one of the other passengers, and the non-diving members of said club are basically going all out to help with the search in any way they can. What a waste of a life when he could have gone on any other dive. And what a way to play with the emotions and well-being of all those who cared for him and wished his life well. What a way to be a steward of knowledge.
There's a billionaire on board who will no longer be able to run his company and do any of the work on any boards he is on. Again, he is another rich man because of the responsibilities he took on to run a company and to manage his wealth properly. Things happen if he dies. He has loved ones. All this talk of "he knew the risks" is a bit cheap when I don't think his loved ones and the board members of the company he runs knew what a deathwish he apparently had for semi-expensive thrills.
All of these people signed a waiver stating very clearly that death was a possible result of this voyage, but it's obvious none of them prepared their lives for that possibility. They did not take death seriously, and in the case of the father, did not take his own son's life seriously.
I think none of them had any regard for how the whole world would hear about it if their vessel had a problem, if there was a mishap during the voyage. I think they all assumed that if there was a death it would be an instant decompression, down to some sort of catastrophic accident that would end them quickly. They've been in there for four days with limited food, water, and room to move in, and the less they move, the better. None of them were actually prepared to go through that. They were just full of bravado. They didn't care for the world that would be whipped up into a frenzy about this, they didn't think about how many people would be concerned for them or impacted by their death. And these are people who had everything that someone could ever want. These are people who had everything to lose.
To be so cheap with life, with the concerns of others, with their own future potentials to actually change the world in some way instead of giving fellow billionaires joy rides as their main legacies... it's just a lot to think about. I think most of all I'm angry that they'll probably never have to answer to another human for any of their terrible decisions, because they'll have paid the ultimate price before another human sees any of their bodies.
To have everything, and then to act like it can all be thrown away... it's not brave or noble, it's not adventurous. It's just cowardly. It spites everything that humanity holds value for.
it’s horrific. awful way to die. either you’re trapped with no chance of being found, air running out, everyone around you suffocating, or the hull is broken and you get turned to jelly by the crushing ocean depths. ik they’re billionaires so it’s very contentious for me. generally i prefer no one dies horrifically. like just as a fellow human being on earth. but i dont think the ultra rich ever extend that mindset to others. climate refugees. and just everything. it feels like something a greek god would do to punish them. it has a certain swagful je ne sais quoi if removed from the human suffering which billionaires have to do philosophically to maintain their positions. very haunting. the hubris of it all. old jalopy metal tube steered by a mad catz controller. to go look at the titanic. which is nothing but a rusted out metal wreck full of fish and silt. btw. the grandiosity of it is completely unrecognizable. one has to wonder what compels ppl to even look at it in the first place. like the prestige of seeing some filthy grown over shell? crazy thing to die for. very textually rich… bad way to die as a human being. great way to die as a narrative about human greed and folly i guess. good job. mission accomplished?
🐠 The Memories of Fish 🐟
by James Tate
Stanley took a day off from the office and spent the whole day talking to fish in his aquarium. To the little catfish scuttling along the bottom he said, "Vacuum that scum, boy. Suck it up, that's your job. " The skinny pencil fish swam by and he said, "Scribble, scribble, scribble. Write me a novel, needle- nose." The angel executed a particularly masterful left-turn and Stanley said, "You're no angel, but you sure can drive." Then he broke for lunch and made himself a tuna fish sandwich the irony of which did not escape him. Oh no, he wallowed in it, savoring every bite. Then he returned to his chair in front of the aquarium. A swarm of tiny neons amused him. "What do you think this is, Times Square!" he shouted. And so it went long into the night. The next morning Stanley was horribly embarrassed by his behavior and he apologized to the fish several times, but they never really forgave him. He had mocked their very fishiness, and for this there can be no forgiveness.
On recovering from traumatic stress
Life is good right now.
My body does not feel good, and my brain feels like a throbbing walnut, but life is good.
The reason I'm in pain is because my body is forgetting what year it is while my mind relives things that happened a decade ago, or more. Sometimes the things are more recent, sometimes the memories only go five years back. But they're not from this year, they're not from last year, they're long gone in the grand scheme of things. There's things that happened in the last year that were traumatic... and maybe I'll process those in another ten years. We'll see.
My body feels like one big bruise. My dreams are a mess of images from five different houses and what seems like ten different lives. They largely have no overarching plot except the vaguest of common themes. My brain batches similar incidents together and seems to process them all at one time, which I suppose is efficient.
My head hurts a lot because it is doing a lot of work and thinking very hard about things that were emotionally painful. Sometimes I experience emotions for the first time about events that happened years ago, because the me of the past had no ability or mental space to be able to process what was happening to me then. In the present, I've got the space, I've got the means, and my brain decides that I've got the time. I don't really get a vote in that regard. I'm sort of at the whims of my psyche when it comes to when it's time to process trauma.
It doesn't feel as bad as when the trauma actually happened. It is a memory of turbulence, not the experience of turbulence. There are coping tools and techniques that I can use now that I didn't have when I went through these things originally. I'm lucky to be able to process this now and not then. I'm thankful that time travel exists through the mechanisms of memory and emotion. It's hard to be grateful for this, the experience of getting up at 3 AM and trying to remember what I ought to be eating and how to make food appear, the weird memories I slice through as I stumble through the house, the awful things my guts are doing while trying to keep up with my body and mind. But I am glad I'm doing it now, and not then. Because I couldn't take this back then. And I have the support I need now to be able to get through it.
Sooo... we might find out that aliens are real. And soon.
An exploration of today's bombshell that a whistleblower from within the US government, and the secretive NRO no less, is claiming that the US does possess materials of unknown origin associated with the UFO/UAP phenomenon.
Links for context:
In 2002, former consultant to the Pentagon's UFO program Eric W. Davis interviews former Director of the Defense Intelligence Agency Admiral Thomas Wilson about Wilson being denied access to a private defense contractor's extraterrestrial UFO reverse engineering program in the late 90s. Eyebrow-raising page from the memo below.
I have been waiting to read some of this information since I was a child. It's hard to describe how long I feel like I've been waiting for news about the UFOs. It just feels very personal. When i was a kid it seemed like we must be on the cusp of finding out who is out there... it's been a lot of years since then.
The Big O really sounds more like a gay porn title than an anime title but then again anime is the same medium that gave us a series named Magical Girl Creamy Mami that was honest to goodness for children.
Then there's Bible Black, which was an anime porno that was considered to be one of the sleaziest of its time that you could get from a US video rental place (and that didn't also have tentacles in it).
The Big O really sounds more like a gay porn title than an anime title but then again anime is the same medium that gave us a series named Magical Girl Creamy Mami that was honest to goodness for children.
I made a post about a deity from a specific culture and I meant it to be about that deity from that culture. It is not about your favorite germanic deity. It will never be about your favorite germanic deity because it is about A DIFFERENT DEITY FROM A DIFFERENT PANTHEON AND CULTURE. Your germanic deity is so popular he has an entire day of the week named after him. He has an entire Neil Gaiman book and TV series with him in it. If you need more content about your favorite germanic deity I really don't know what is up with you but it is extremely rude to project your need for more content about that deity onto a post about a different deity from an entirely different culture. Just stay in your fucking lane for once, you've got the entire fucking Autobahn to yourself. IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?
#it's almost like I was making my post out of a sort of religious devotion#and if you want to devote yourself to your deity you can do it in a post that's actually about your fuckin deity#considered not saying anything but nah I'm tired of trying to make a point#and someone decides they'd rather it be their point instead#MAKE YOUR OWN FUCKING POST THEY'RE FREE TO MAKE HERE
Chapter 1 of Feline Familiars, my book in progress
This chapter lays down the basics of spirit familiars, spirit work and communication. The rest of the chapters in the book will focus on familiars that are living animals, and will build on the concepts in this chapter.
I'll revisit this chapter and fill in some details when I unpack my full library. I've noted several places where I will expand the contents.
I'm opening this one up to all patrons. Future chapters may go in the higher tiers, we'll see what I'm working on as time goes on.
Sample section on spirit vessels below the cut!
"Why are Americans/English-speakers/whiiiiite people calling this genre City Pop?"
Because that's been one of the names of the genre in Japan since its formation in the 70s, and it's the most recognizable to many people discussing it. Japanese people know more english words than you think and often have already 'loaned' them into the japanese language before you were born. Nothing prevents them from using these 'english' words, there is no mental or physical barrier keeping them from doing this and it's actually fine.
"But why don't you just call it Japanese Yacht Rock?"
I think the question is why do you want to put the word "japanese" in front of a genre so badly, as if this is not a genre in and of itself but simply your favorite genre but sung in japanese, but the answer is, because the name of the genre is City Pop and has been since the 70s.
"But it's just Yacht Rock in japanese!"
I think if you listen to the City Pop genre long enough you will find that it is a genre in and of itself and it contains many elements that are unique to the City Pop genre and do not equate to "Yacht Rock translated directly into a non-English language." While City Pop went against the norms of contemporary japanese music of its time, it is still a fusion genre. It contains many elements and stylistic influences that could only come from Japan during a certain era of time.
"But I don't want to try to understand any of that! It's just Yacht Rock in japanese! I don't know why you're making this so difficult!"
If you don't want to listen to the genre then please go find another radio station to listen to, where they only play things that you are comfortable with.
Hey uh, the Time Travel 101/201 etc guides that I posted on @badoccultadvice awhile back.... I uh... I don't remember having written them. I read through one and it's all new to me.
So I guess what I'm saying is, if you're a time traveler and you're confused, try going through your old journal entries and seeing if a future version of you already went back in time and wrote down some instructions for your present self to read now.
Creezus.
All I remember is that when I was writing that content, I thought it would be very useful for anyone who found it, and it was important content to write, but I wasn't sure why.
It's gonna be very interesting to go back and read.