why the fuck does english have a word for

but not for “the day after tomorrow”

???

Because you’re not looking hard enough! ;)

Overmorrow = the day after tomorrow

Ereyesterday = the day before yesterday

Example: I defenestrated my brother ereyesterday. I shall defenestrate my sister overmorrow! Because I hate my family and also windows.

english has some of the best examples of stupidly specific words, tbh

Rhotacism (n): excessive use of the letter “R”

Lingible (adj): meant to be licked

Whipjack (n): a beggar, specifically one who is pretending to have been shipwrecked

Yerd (v): to beat with an object with a stick

Roddikin (n): the fourth stomach of a cow or a deer

Balbriggan (n): a type of fine cotton, most often used in underwear

and my personal favorite

Cornobble (v): to slap or beat another person with a fish

This makes the English nerd in me extremely happy.

people who use my public transportation and infrastructure posts as an opportunity to complain about having to see unhoused people or people with substance use disorders: We Are not Friends, I Am Not Affiliated with You, Get Off My Post

without fail, any time someone mentions the lack of public spaces or inaccessibility of those places someone complains about how ALSO there are POOR or CRAAAAZY people there and how that's one of the biggest problems

i'm not sorry to break this to you, but public spaces are for the public. every single person is entitled to use that space, to exist within it, and to be granted the same dignity and respect as everyone else

that means you will be inconvenienced. You will be annoyed. You will be annoying one. A constant, innate quality of public spaces is the all-consuming awareness that people have different needs and desires and those butt up against each other

again: public spaces are for the public. if you want more of them, you'd better get used to dealing with other people being there. They have as much right to be there as you do

Hi! A bus driver here, not with a huge service but wanted to give a little tidbit. I agree with OP 100%. Poor, well off, it doesn’t matter - the bus line is for everyone. It’s rare we deny service to someone, but if we do it’s because of violent behavior or way too intoxicated. The thing I wanted to note though is about the real demographic versus speculation.

Over a year ago my county went free fare for buses which is awesome. For me personally I’m glad I no longer have to touch money cause so small a company us drivers had to count the fare ourselves at the end of the day. We’d never get much either, could be $0 one day and highest I remember is $24…. Obviously, we’re not making a profit, we’re not that, the bus lines are a service. People who were homeless or going through hard times still could pull enough for fare. The demographic I saw immediately increase when free fare hit is the Senior citizen community. Many couldn’t drive anymore and without the worry of paying fare it made things easier for them to get to appointments, grocery shopping and even going out to have fun. But when that free fare hit, everyone talked about how it’s be the homeless riding all day. Well, it does happen but it’s not a common occurrence. As long as there’s a destination, my fellow drivers and I don’t care. A lot of they do, going to a charity that has supplies, food and even showers. Are those that talk to themselves? Yes and they’re mostly harmless.

And there’s times where us drivers do encourage them to ride because they’re human beings and the weather went to shit. During the snowy days we let them ride to keep warm and during our heatwave too to keep cool. Because sometimes the buses were the only options around. Shelters throw people out in the early morning, cooling stations close in the early evening - so where else to go when most public spaces are closed? They’re not common days for my region but when they hit people can get hurt or die.

No matter what a person is going through, the least I can do is get them from point A to point B. Sometimes we have real shit days and great days, either way I plan to show up as scheduled.

If you're mad about homeless people existing in your space ask yourself where else they have to go. And then ask how the fuck they're supposed to get there if they can't take the damn bus.

I've seen a lot of people in the public transit network who weren't doing well, and some in active distress, but blaming public transit for their presence there is getting it all backward. You know that's the city doing absolutely fuck all to help people who need a safe place to stay and a support network.

How I want Tarot to work:

How Tarot actually works:

psh, this party sucks *teleports to the cactus dimension* oh i don't like it here

Has this ever happened to you? You're at a party, it sucks, and you decide to teleport to the cactus dimension.

Remember STD:

Teleporting to the cactus dimension is responsible for over fifty deaths or major injuries every decade, and recent studies show the long term side effects may include trying to enslave other dimensions to the cactus overlords or getting poked a lot.

Don't let yourself become the next one to not like it in the cactus dimension. Just say, "I'm not teleporting to the cactus dimension" to teleporting to the cactus dimension.

To all the disabled Heathens and Pagans. You are valid. You are not a "bad" Heathen or Pagan because you don't have enough spoons to attend your deities. You are not "lazy" because you are not able to "forage" for your own herbs. You are not "useless" if you are not able to grow your own food. You are not "too defective", "too broken", "not worthy", "too weak"

You are valid and I see you. You are enough. You are loved. Your deities see you and are not going to abandon you. Your ancestors see you and they are not ashamed of you.

You are amazing. You are beautiful, and you are stronger than you think you are. You are a fighter and a survivor.

Remember to uphold ma'at and that the ma'at of ancient Egypt was playing the puppet to what the government demanded and claimed but the ma'at of our diaspora is protecting everyone's rights to bodily autonomy, marriage equality, and fighting against millennia of ingrained racial injustice.

English added by me :)

My next book will be out in October from @drawnandquarterly & Canongate (and in other languages soon after). It’s a collection of the weekly cartoons I draw for the @Guardian. Go to the D&Q instagram more pics and videos: https://instagram.com/p/Ce1WxKTOFU1/

This is your reminder that a lot of public libraries actually have little summer reading programs for kids AND adults!

We even have PRIZES for when you finish filling up your sheet with stickers! 

Support your local library. There may even be a sticker for you at the end 🌟

Nothing stopping you from making a sheet and buying your own stickers, either. If it makes you happy, why not?

(via)

Apollo teaching his crows 🥹

Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by Tilar J. Mazzeo.

Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.

It’s about a bus driver.

It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.

And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.

And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.

and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,

“Where do you need to go?”

And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.

So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.

I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.

We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.

And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.

You can choose to be the bus driver.

nothing compares to the calendar on this site. flat fuck friday. the halloween post that always shows up mid july. you see four anime girls and immediately know what day of the week it is. on the ides of march we all wake up and clown on some guy who got stabbed two thousand years ago. last week we celebrated down with cis day. I can’t wait for ever given and nov 5th anniversary memes. anyways have a lovely neil banging out the tunes day

Pictures of dried Ramen means it’s the end of April.

“I wish ancient people preserved their writing and artifacts better” I write in electronic signals on a piece of hardware that can’t retain its efficacy for more than a few decades.

Time to laser-print my entire blog on titanium plates and bury them underground.

brb etching my one-star yelp review of the sheet metal supplier that sold us shitty copper on a granite slab

We are never going to give this guy a fucking break are we

Ea-nasir knows what he did.

But more importantly, WE know what he did. Because it got written down in some rocks.

Camera falls from a plane and lands in a pig pen.