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everyone say thanks to the four bears that gave you autism today

okay i was gonna make fun of this like "oh cool eugenics AND probably white supremacy" but i looked up the study and uh. its literally just talking about utah. like they studied families with a history of autism (only 2-3 generations) and where, within utah, they lived, and found "clusters" that were "higher risk" of autism. this is nothing. a) autism diagnoses dont even go back very far, b) they mostly found that rural areas had less diagnoses, which might be because. you know. rural people have less access to mental healthcare, especially if you go back like 70 years, and c) BECAUSE THEY ONLY STUDIED UTAH AND PRETENDED IT WAS INDICATIVE OF THE WHOLE WORLD THIS IS NOTHING

I misread this reply and thought for half a second that they were saying that autism itself originates specifically in Utah

Everyone say thank you Utah for giving us autism

voluntarily deadnaming myself for a second because i always introduce myself to people i'm not out to as "ness, like the monster" and i just realized how funny it would be if that was a normal thing you were expected to do when meeting new people. my name's ruby like the gem. my name's george like the guy who slew the dragon. my name's jeff like. the killer.

someone I was in school with had a surname that was Not From Around our tinyass town (you couldn't swing a dead mammal of any size w/o hitting a Tummins, Curtis, or Ross), and I remember the first day of our Civ class. The teacher (a Ross) was going through the roll, peering at the names.

"Mansfield?" he asked, looking round. "There you are. Mansfield? Like the murderer?"

She stared that man down, apparently guessed his age, and said, "Nosir, that's Manson. Mine is Mansfield. Like Jayne."

That snobby old asshole turned bright red and never said another snarky thing to her all year.

It was kinda beautiful.

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funniest thing about the “reddit migration” is that I haven’t seen a single post shitting on anyone coming from Reddit. when twitter started bleeding users everyone was firing rent-lowering posts but with redditors skittering about we’ve left the doors open and put out food bowls

Tags were too good to ignore.

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Your OPSEC is Bad and You Should Feel Bad

Okay so one of the many things that drives me absolutely nuts about most TV shows and (some) books that involve secret or classified information or secure facilities is how absolutely not secure everything is, so these are a few basic things that people get wrong:

You can't carry around classified information. There are, I assume, exceptions in specific cases, though they are assuredly very carefully managed, but random intel agent #12 cannot legally just take home classified information so they can work on it at home. That's incredibly illegal. And that's for a reason--secure facilities are, as the name suggests, secure. Everywhere else is varying levels of not secure. Even for people working with regular business or government materials on their work phone or laptop, there are varying levels of strict rules about where you can leave it, how to report a lost device, and not keeping it in checked bags.

Badges should be innocuous and limited in visible information. Any sensible security system doesn't have badges that are numbered/colored/otherwise identified by access level, because that is a really easy way to identify targets for thieves/people who want to break in. American federal ID cards (CAC for military, PIV for civilian) have really specific layouts. Some companies distinguish between full time employees, interns, vendors, etc in their cards.

Badges shouldn't be displayed outside of the office. This is not really followed by real people (if you get on the metro on DC you will see a wide variety of visible badges), but displaying a badge is not security-wise because 1) it makes them easier to steal, and 2) it can make you a target.

Names/access level/information shouldn't be openly announced. I'm looking at you, MCU Spider-Man fanfiction. Just. Don't.

Confidential/classified information shouldn't be openly discussed. Stop having your characters talk about confidential or classified information in front of people who shouldn't know it, or even just out in the open at all. They shouldn't be telling their parents, their friends, their spouses, etc. Even businesses or government buildings that deal with sensitive information, there may be spaces where certain things can or can't be discussed, and employees/contractors will go through approximately 8 million trainings on where you can't discuss certain information. This also involves erasing whiteboards, locking computers, etc.

You can't have cell phones in certain secure facilities. People shouldn't be having their cell phones with them in SCIFs. This prohibition extends to all things that can be recording devices, including furbies.

I live in an army town that has a lot of military intelligence and electronic warfare development stuff going on. The end result of this is that I’ve known a lot of people who deal with classified stuff in some nature. This means that I’ve had a lot of experiences of watching TV with someone, only for them to pause and start ranting about this kind of thing, as well as just kind of living in this environment with these people.

So, I have some further things to mention (keeping in mind that this is coming from someone on the outside)!

  • I have occasionally asked someone a question (about current events, technology, or something along those lines) and been told, “I can’t talk about that. I don’t think it’s classified, but it’s something I heard in a room with classified information.”
  • If someone works in one of these jobs, they will occasionally lie to every single one of their friends and family members. This doesn’t generally bother those friends and family members. Assuming that the nature of their job isn’t classified in and of itself (like claiming to work at a department store when you actually work for the CIA), you just kind of accept it. Sometimes you realize that you’re being lied to, but I suspect most of the time you don’t. But if someone goes on a work trip to a place that’s allegedly a three-hour plane ride away and doesn’t call to tell you they’ve arrived until ten hours later, and then only calls you at 10pm in the time zone they’re allegedly in... maybe there’s something going on that you’re not aware of, and maybe you keep your mouth shut about it.
  • On a practical note (and due to many rants from someone I know), no one is going to drop a classified file and have stuff come spilling out. When they are transported, they are kept wrapped up in multiple layers. This not only keeps someone from dropping it and allowing any passersby to read what’s on those papers, but it also acts as a tamper-proof seal. If someone receives a file with torn packaging, you know something’s up.
  • Another thing I know, courtesy of a rant from someone who accidentally did this: duress codes and keypads! If you have a location that requires a coded entry, first of all you cannot do a cool trick with a mirror to see what the code is while someone else puts it in. You cannot see it on the camera. IIRC, you will likely stick your hand in a little opaque box to put in the code because the people who design these things are not idiots. Secondly, you will have a duress code. This code will likely still give you access to the room/building/whatever, but it will alert security that you are doing so under duress. This may be by putting in the actual code backwards, or by using a previous code, or something else entirely. In this case, be sure to keep track of which codes are which, so that you don’t leave the lab on a regular day of work to find the hall lined with very concerned (and very armed) security personnel prepared to shoot whoever “forced you to let them in the room” (this story is definitely based on a true story, and we still mock him for it).
  • Secure locations are more secure than you think. The previous post mentions things like cell phones and furbies (and yes, everyone in town laughs about the furby thing), but this extends to a lot of other security measures. For example, cable management. In secure computer labs, there are likely to be extensive rules about how close cables can run to each other. You need to know exactly what is doing what, and it needs to be clear that nothing else is there. A mess of cables could easily hide something that’s not supposed to be there.
  • For the love of God, learn what a closed network is. If you have a bunch of classified materials that do not actively need to be shared, you cannot hack in from the outside to get access to them. Those computers are not connected to anything outside of that room or facility. Also, if you have a mystery thumbdrive you do not plug it into your network, holy shit what is wrong with you, this is what non-networked devices are for you idiot. There are plenty of computers on hand that completely lack the hardware necessary to connect to another in any way, shape, or form. Your virus can’t turn on the computer’s wi-fi to send information to you because there is nothing to turn on.
  • There are a lot of security measures. A lab may have things like thermite grenades on hand. In the event that you need to destroy everything inside, you put the grenade on top of a file cabinet and set it off. It won’t explode, it’ll just melt through the file cabinet, setting everything inside on fire. And yes, that sounds super badass and I kind of want to see this happen.
  • Sometimes a person with this kind of clearance is just going to go silent. It may be when you’re watching the news, discussing current events, or when you’re talking about a cool article you just read about some new developments in technology, but it’ll happen. If they’re good at it, you won’t notice. If they’re not, you’ll smile to yourself and keep your mouth shut.
  • Also I’ve kind of touched on this, but this is not going to be strange to the people around the person with clearance. The things that I’ve described here are pretty mundane when this is a part of your life. You may joke about it with other people (a friend and I will laugh about her dad’s late night calls that are followed by “I’m leaving town. I’ll be back eventually.”), but this isn’t odd to you. It’s like joking about any other aspect of someone’s job, like a weird fast food uniform or an eccentric boss.
  • Kind of connected, but no one who’s been married to someone in one of these jobs for any decent amount of time is going to be mad that their spouse is “keeping secrets” and the next time I see this trope in media I’m going to punch someone. Keeping secrets is literally part of their job and you know that. They will keep those secrets or they will go to jail, and you do not want your loved ones in jail. Depending on the nature of their job, you may worry about them, but you will not be mad at them for not telling you every detail of their day at work. If this kind of thing is a problem, it will be a problem from the start and is just generally a sign of incompatibility.

And finally, and most importantly:

  • When doing chair races in the halls, you need a spotter at the end of the hall to alert you when a colonel is approaching so that you can look like serious people who can definitely be trusted with classified information
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Just wanted to add:

  • UK cabinet minsters are known for displaying confidential information when leaving number 10.
  • Our work DC door system has a duress code, we found out because security sauntered up to someones desk the two days day to check everything was ok. When someone discovered it by accident.

I think a big thing that people are overlooking is how Hobie looks out for his own and how much that coincides with punk culture.

Him looking out for younger teens is so fucking punk of him. He lets Gwen stay with him because she's vulnerable and struggling, he makes her a watch, he lets her keep his shoes, etc. and it's not out of romance, it's because she's family. Same with Miles; he knows Miles is naive and wants to help him, because he's been in the spider society longer and he knows what's really going on. He sees the adults, who are supposed to mentor them, targeting Miles and he just knows it's flat-out wrong and that he wants no part of it.

Hobie takes on such a big brother role for the other characters and I love it. He's more mature than the other teens in so many aspects, and he uses his experience to teach them how to get by because that's what being punk is about

We know you want to burn down capitalism.

But for today, just don’t answer your boss’s call off the clock.

We know you believe in ACAB and think they all should get the wall.

But for today, just don’t call 9-1-1 on the guy screaming outside of your apartment.

The memes are fun. The memes are aspirational and keep us reaching for the horizon.

But look down, too, at what actually is.

Endure pains now—suffer the inconveniences now—knowing that they likely involve unpleasantness.

The Revolution™ is fun to imagine and involves no pain. But the real world does involve pain, and it’s necessary to exercise the muscles needed for future work and opportunities.

So Arizona launched an “education hotline” that allows “concerned parents” to report “””critical race theory””” and other things like ~gender identity~ being taught in the classroom

It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education

602-771-3500 or empower @ azed .gov 🤡

and for the love of god, don’t just spam it with memes or le funny shrek jokes or whatever, they’ll just hang up

make plausible-sounding reports for things that don’t actually exist, so that they actually have to waste time/resources investigating false leads - the goal is to waste time they would otherwise be using to do their jobs, not to get tumblr clout for being an epic troll

So apparently the internet article said the superintendent wouldn't be deterred by the prank calls because they would 'taper off eventually'. It'd be a real shame if this post stayed in circulation via queues so they get a consistent list of prank calls to filter through. 😇

Spicy-brained friends, I would like to propose an update to the very useful ‘if you hate everyone, eat, if everyone hates you, sleep, and if you hate yourself, shower’ mantra to live by

Have you suddenly become a petty, hateful little gremlin who thinks people should face the firing squad for (checks notes) leaving teabags on the counter, breathing loudly, or daring to exist in the same space as you? Perhaps mundane and reasonable requests like ‘hey, we agreed to hang out now, let’s hang out’ make you want to scream and move to a yurt in the woods.

You. Are. Overstimulated.

People talk a lot about being overstimulated, and the physical/mental effects of it. What I haven’t seen is people talking about what it does emotionally, and it took me an embarassingly long time to link up those nitpicky, resentful emotions with the state of overstimulation/meltdown/shutdown.

These feelings do not mean that you’re a bad person! They probably aren’t how you actually feel about the people around you. They probably do mean that your nervous system is at its absolute limit and any request/demand/stimulus is Too Much and taking you into fight or flight territory.

Go lie down in a dark room for an hour, or find somewhere safe and familiar to stim for a bit. If it’s happening a lot, schedule yourself regular low-stimulation shutdown time

Signed: someone who moved in with their nearest and dearest only to have a massive crisis of faith about Suddenly Hating All of Them. I don’t hate them, it’s just overstimulating living with people. If I can spare anyone else a similar 9 months of suspecting that they may actually be a bit of a shit person, then this post is worth it!

Quick, someone think of an R so we can make it HARLOT. I find harlots delightfully memorable.

Maybe ‘restless’? Sometimes you just gotta Go Outside

If you feel like you want to remove your own skin and removing stimuli from your environment hasn’t worked, then you might be Restless and need to Move Around?

Yeah! Understimulation is also a nasty fucker

sometimes i wish i could grab my childhood self and shake them by the shoulders and say YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING. THERE ARE PEOPLE WHOSE LIVES ARE MADE BETTER BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN. YOU ARE NOT DAMNED. SOMEDAY YOU WILL CRY OVER SUNSETS AND POETRY MORE THAN YOUR OWN PAIN. I NEED YOU TO REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING. but i can't go back in time, so i say it to myself now. because i believe there's a future version of me looking back on this moment feeling the exact same way.

let’s free this gem from the tags

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sometimes im like “tone down the Self to fit in” and other times, the voice of God comes to me in a dream and says “I didn’t make you crazy for no reason”