I laughed so fucking hard at this

God-tier account of a Cambridge computer scientist trying to get police to investigate his bike theft camera footage:

King

LOOK at this embroidery

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I really hate that the conventional wisdom about “Rejoined” outside the Trek bubble I'm in is that it's just a sweeps week episode made to boost ratings and/or that the metaphorical nature of the reassociation taboo means that it 'doesn't count'. (As well as the oft-repeated 'Dax used to be a man so they're not really gay', which always struck me as so hilariously tone-deaf in its bigotry...)

Don't get me wrong, the former argument isn't untrue and yes the episode doesn't actually make any direct reference to lesbianism or bisexuality, but also how do you watch “Rejoined” and remain completely unmoved? It's such a thoughtfully crafted and heartfelt episode, the director (Avery Brooks) and the actors (Terry Farrell and Susanna Thompson) clearly cared about what they were doing, and imho it well surpasses the context in which it was made

i found this episode to be one of those perfect trek episodes in which the Questions are always the most important part of the plotting and it ends with the understanding that some things just simply cannot be resolved. like, artificial wormholes are a marvel and a profound accomplishment but it takes more than a memory of a moment to alter paradigmatically ""natural"" laws. both jadzia and lenara are brave in their own way and selfish in their own way and not only is this a perfect tragic love-story, i totally agree with you that it "well surpasses the context in which it was made." so many narrative allegories about oppression and prejudice can be clumsy and undeserving of their emotional thru-lines, but i think this episode managed to capture the exact heartache of social demands, the exact breadth of the reality of social demands, and the thrill of loving anyway--which are essential elements i think to any queer narrative.

Anti-war gay protester at the first Christopher Street Liberation Rally, June 28, 1970

Mood. -V

This reminds me of a party I went to last year. I was standing with some friends, chatting, and someone said something that indirectly implied that sexism exists. Some trivial recounting of the basic facts of daily life for most women. Something so mild, so uncontroversial, so mundane that I don’t even remember what it was. 

Suddenly, this man standing on the outskirts of our conversational circle piped up with “actually, I think men are more discriminated against than women these days.”

 All conversation died.

I turned to look at him and he had this smug, insufferable grin on his face, relishing this moment, expecting us to waste our time and energy refuting this ridiculous thing he had just said.

The Devil’s Advocate was among us.

And, in my mind, I saw the next 15+ minutes playing out. The parade of facts and statistics in a vain attempt to defend ourselves, our gender, and to prove that misogyny is real. The glib, snide denials from some shithead who is getting off on our pain and frustration. The Gish Gallop of bullshit that would take a whole evening to properly dismantle. It was depressing and overwhelming. I hated it. I had to kill it before it began.

So I looked him dead in the eye and I said “OK,“ shrugged, and just walked away. 

Nothing I have ever said to another human being has ever been so crushing. As I walked away, I watched the smug grin vanish and confusion and anxiety set in. The rest of the group turned their backs to him and carried on as if he had never spoken - as if he was invisible. He was still staring at me when I walked over to another friend and told her what he had said. I pointed him out for her and made direct eye contact with him while we both laughed.

tl;dr: Don’t feed the troll. Let it perish, cold and hungry, in the wasteland of your indifference. It is weak and you are strong. Live your best life.

ok.

i need less "happy, fluffy cinnamon roll" luke skywalker and more "raised in the ass-end of nowhere with spiders 4ft across who used to shoot rats the size of saint bernards for fun, who at 19 killed one million people in a single shot and just happens to be really optimistic for a guy who is a guerilla fighter and a space revolutionary"

let me take you on a little journey:

luke skywalker is public enemy number one, with a bounty on his head that's astronomical, who took down the deadliest weapon the galaxy's ever seen in a single shot he fired on gut instinct listening to the advice of a ghost with his eyes closed. in one shot he took the rebellion from a sprawling network of small resistances to engaging in all-out war with the empire. he wears the lightsaber and the last name of a murdered jedi traitor, uses a banned weapon and believes in a banned religion and accompanying psychic powers that children are either slaughtered or indoctrinated into a cult for having. yesterday he'd never flown in space before and a day later he's the commander of a squadron, and he flies like a natural.

in the span of a few days after the death star is blown to smithereens, taking out a massive portion of the empire's top brass, the scariest guy in the empire - seven feet of murder and death where if he steps on a battlefield the only advice anyone can give you is run and pray he doesn't find you - calls on a moratorium of Hunting The Pilot Who Destroyed The Death Star. the scariest motherfucker in town decides that he wants luke skywalker's head on a pike, and bans anyone else from getting it. in the span of a week it looks like luke skywalker made a mortal enemy in the cyborg that hell spat out because he was too evil to contain.

and it's THAT guy who earnestly thinks this scrappy little rebellion's got a shot. it's that, this immensely weird motherfucker from seemingly nowhere, that tells you, genuinely, with his own mouth, "we can do it if we help each other and never give up :)" and he sounds like an inspirational poster on the wall of the guidance counselor's office. but you watch him wave the antique weapon the empire wants to pack him off to a firing squad for having, and you're like, well, if this guy can believe it, maybe anyone can.

Luke Skywalker is inherently a madman who somehow gained the ability to make the universe reconsider its choices whenever he seems to be about to face consequences for attempting the impossible. An absolutely insane motherfucker who decided that hope and love would be enough to save the day, and you know what?

He was vindicated.

And honestly? That's the best part of his character.

actually gonna cry reading about the guy who created miffy he looks so jolly

:)

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Some good news!

nn.hcafe on ig

lil nas x is the only valid celebrity because he got rich and IMMEDIATELY started dressing like a fucking jojo villain

Oh dear.

So as some of you may know, I love to point and laugh at bad legal arguments. And as fun as legal dumpster fires are when they are made by people who aren’t lawyers but think this whole “law” thing seems pretty simple, it’s even funnier when an actual, barred attorney is the person dumping gallons of kerosene into the dumpster.

And oh boy folks, do I have a fun ride for y’all today. Come with me on this journey, as we watch a lawyer climb into the dumpster and deliberately pour kerosene all over himself, while a judge holds a match over his head.

Part two! My apologies for the accidental cliffhanger.

When we left off, a second attorney had just entered the picture, a Mr. "Steven Schwartz." However, I had recognized his name from somewhere...

Some brief updates (nothing too exciting):

Another update to end the week, including an answer to the question that was left dangling as of the last update: was it just an oversight that LoDuca was not granted an extension of time to file his supplemental written response, when Schwartz and the law firm were granted an extension to file their written responses?

i just think that diana should be built like a volleyball player that’s my agenda

Thank you for maintaining boundaries

I am extremely happy that so many of you are enthusiastic Good Omens fans. It is wonderful that this delightful book by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman has touched so many hearts, and it is wonderful that everyone loves the show.

However...

I can't read fanfic.

I can't look at fan art.

I did not secure rights to the Good Omens adaptation with my wicked cartoonist wiles. I was approached by Pratchett/Gaiman about doing the adaptation a year ago.

I am not the boss.

Everything I do goes through an approval process.

Everything I do is BOOK based, not SHOW based.

In order to keep my head clear, I haven't even been able to watch the show for months and months. Which is sad, because I love it, and during COVID it kept me very happy. I watched it dozens of times.

I know how personal head canon can affect memories of a beloved book or show. I cannot possibly satisfy everyone's head canon.

I'm not going to try to.

I have to continually check and recheck what The Book says about each scene to make sure I'm not straying too far from the source.

I make what I consider to be only minor changes re: acting and staging so that a scene may work better in the static comic art medium. I make cuts where necessary to fit the format. I make only the most minor dialogue changes.

All of this means a lot that is in the show is not in the book because it wasn't in the book in the first place.

I am not the boss.

Everything I do goes through an approval process.

I can't look at fanfic or fanart.

I do appreciate your enthusiasm and love.

I'm going back to work.

This whole thing cost me $5

The Lament for Icarus 2020, Miao He

Great reinterpretation of Draper's painting:

(From the Tate)

happy pride to my favorite gif in the world