target screen

it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

You know, a lot of people don’t realize this but….

The animals at the zoo represent so many opportunities for biologists around the world to learn basic information about, well, animals! We get research proposals all the time from researchers, both among our own staff and globally, seeking permission to include the animals in their research. We approve the proposals that are of the greatest scientific value, that have potential to help us even further improve our qualities of animal care, and that are certain to cause no harm of any form to the animals. Recently two papers were published in major academic journals by scientists from regional universities that contribute some fascinating information to the global body of knowledge about animals.

Dr. Bonnie M. Perdue (Department of Psychology, Agnes Scott College) published: Perdue, B.M. 2016. The effect of computerized testing on Sun Bear behavior and enrichment preferences.            Behavioral Sciences 6, 19; doi:10.3390/bs6040019

The field of comparative cognition investigates species’ differences and similarities in cognitive abilities, and sheds light on the evolutionary origins of such capacities. Dr. Perdue realized that, while cognitive studies commonly are conducted with animals such as dogs, elephants, primates, and even giant pandas, many animals have never been studied. So, she applied some standard methods, using an ingenious rugged computerized touchscreen apparatus, to our sun bears. Bears typically use their tongues to explore and manipulate their environment and, she found that the bears actively engaged the touchscreen menus with their tongues.



The screens had dabs of honey on them in the earlier trials, to draw the bears’ attention to these novel objects. Once familiarized with the screens, the bears proceeded to learn to interact with specific color- or shape-targets on the screen in exchange for treats. Soon, the bears were preferring to interact with the computer screens more than any of the other enrichment items available to them. This study discovered a new method by which bears can be studied and showed that the experiments were preferred by the bears who actively involved themselves at every opportunity. This is fascinating stuff!

Alexis Noel (a graduate student in Mechanical Engineering, Georgia Tech) and her colleagues published: Noel, A.C., Guo, H-Y., Mandica, M., Hu, D.L. 2017 Frogs use a viscoelastic tongue and non-Newtonian saliva to catch prey.           Journal of the Royal Society Interface 14: 20160764.           http://dx.doi.org/10.1098/rsif.2016.0764

Frogs can capture insects, mice and even birds using only their tongue, with a speed and versatility unmatched in the world of synthetic materials. How can the frog tongue be so sticky? In this multi-faceted study that included some frogs here, used high-speed films of frog feeding to understand the behaviors involved in tongue-feeding. Then they used high-tech measurements and characterizations of frog tongues at Georgia Tech to investigate the structural properties of frog tongues and saliva.



They found that the tongue’s unique stickiness results from a combination of an incredibly soft and stretchable anatomy soft and a saliva that simply does not follow the normal rules of how liquids respond to pressure. The tongue acts like a car’s shock absorber during insect capture, absorbing energy and so preventing separation from the insect. The unique saliva spreads over the insect during impact, grips it firmly to the tongue, and yet it slides off easily once it is back in the mouth. This combination of properties gives the tongue 50 times greater work of adhesion than known synthetic material (such as everyone’s favorite, the sticky-hand toy). These insights offer many new ideas and models for applications in industry and engineering. Yet more proof that frogs are the coolest animals on Earth!
To learn more things people dont realize about zoos here ~>  Zoos Queues
THE HITMAN PT. 1

Pairing: mafia!yoongi x reader
Genre: Haven’t decided yet lol
Warnings: profanity/language and violence
Word Count: 351
Author’s Note: Bare with me I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and I’ll probably end up scrapping this anyways. Also we have hella requests in our inbox and I’m sorry we haven’t gotten around to them, we’ve been busy and there’s this thing called writer’s block and it’s a bitch.

Hitman Yoongi receives somebody new on his Hit List and questions why a seemingly innocent looking girl has a place on his list.

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Super Mario Odyssey | New Details from Edge Magazine [SPOILERS]

Super Mario Odyssey got a rare perfect score from notoriously tough Edge Magazine

In their review, they revealed a slew of new details about the game which helped them arrive at their score for the highly awaited title.  Also, they drew comparison to another critically acclaimed title, The Legend of Zelda: Breath Of The Wild.

We must warn that this post has a ton of spoilers below the cut so, be careful if you don’t want to ruin some of the surprises early!

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Sleeping/Music/Touch - Riddler Headcanons

SO! I have finished exams and finally have some time off, so while I work up the muse to write more little ficlets, have some random Edward Nygma headcanons that I just wanted to get written down somewhere =P.

Sleeping:

  • On his own, he moves almost constantly in his sleep, either from trying to get comfortable, or from reacting to his dreams, and generally wakes up with pillows and sheets kicked everywhere in the morning.
  • If he’s in a bed with someone else though, it’s very easy to keep him still - any contact at all and he’ll stop any thrashing in favour of it. Stroke his hair, let him lie on your stomach, keep hold of his hand while he sleeps, anything and he’ll be motionless all night.
  • In general, he will either barely sleep at all or he’ll be out for days. He can go for exceptional amounts of time without sleeping when he’s focused on a project, and if there’s something to look forward to the next day, he might give in to a couple of hours at most. BUT, if he’s between work, it will take an unbelievable amount of force to get him out of bed in the morning, and he will hiss like a vampire if you try and open the curtains to flush him out.

Music:

  • Thanks to Ed’s excellent memory, he can pick up tunes and lyrics to most songs after just one listen.
  • While occasionally useful for drunk karaoke competitions (which I am certain the Rogues have even if they were never exactly planned), this skill is much more of a hindrance than anything else, as after overhearing an annoying pop song on the radio, he can’t get it out of his head for hours on end because of how intimately he will already know it.
  • Harley finds this hilarious, and will constantly play songs near him, just so she can catch him humming them later and then getting irritated at himself for doing so when the added noise in his head is interrupting his work.

Touch:

  • Having never gotten much in the area of hugs or just physical contact when he was growing up, Ed is perpetually touch starved, and subconsciously craves any form of contact from anyone around him.
  • It makes any form of intimacy a huge weakness for him, because a surprise kiss or a hand on his arm can have a far bigger effect on him than one would expect. This doesn’t just mean in a sexual way either; if a friend gives him a comforting pat, he will react just as strongly, and will probably attempt to maximise the duration of the gesture.
  • It’s also one of the few ways to shut him up when he’s mid-flow: if he’s talking non-stop about anything, as he is very prove to do, a surprise touch of his hand will usually be enough to at the very least make him pause (which is one of many reasons why he often prefers to do things from a distance and talk to his targets through screens and not in person - this little trick can’t be used on him then).
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I should have seen the teddy bear violence coming, but i was blinded by the extreme level of Hyogi cuteness in the beginning. 

Within a couple of years, I bet Amazon will make its own TV that will work just like the Echo Show. Because if you are trying to create the perfect home appliance, there is no better target than the biggest screen in the house.
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| Farhad Manjoo, Amazon’s Vision of Computing’s Future: An Information Appliance

I see it the other way: Amazon will bring to market a set of goggles – AR eyeglasses – with Echo Show display, Alexa speech UI, and phone capability. Christmas 2017.

But a TV, too, why not? I already have a Firestick in my TV.

They don’t often need to, but when the Fake’s leave a calling card, claim a crime or issue a warning, they all leave the same image, the logo of the crew. It started, years ago, as a joke more than anything. A ridiculous idea they all relentlessly mocked Geoff about, using it only to amuse each other, but as their reputation grew the symbol gained power.

It became synonymous with the crew, the fear-inducing emblem it was always meant to be, and while Geoff is still too annoyed to use it himself the others latched onto its new purpose and never looked back. They each have their own twist on it, little preferences which through accident or design clearly indicate exactly who is responsible for each mark.

If the logo is scratched or carved it’s a sign from the Vagabond. Ryan carries a old knife (he’s not about to ruin one of his good ones thank you very much) and doesn’t hesitate to use it on anything from doors to walls to corpses. Depending on the medium his tag is often pretty rough, crude even, but always clear enough to make out.

Michael, Ray and Jeremy all favour spray paint, though each of their styles are decidedly distinct. 

Michael freehands the logo, large, messy and loud, and as often as not accompanied by vulgar insults or the clear image of a hand flipping the bird. Ideally Michael likes the message to be as destructive as possible, gleefully targeting flat-screens, priceless art and fancy cars as the canvas for his work.  

Ray uses a stencil, quick and efficient, and has on more than one occasion ghosted into the occupied bases of rival gangs and left a tag right out in the open without being noticed.

Jeremy turns a basic image into an art piece, totally different every time but always so outlandishly detailed that the others often have to drag him away. When Jeremy knows he’s going on a job they’re going to claim it’s not unusual for him to bring a backpack stuffed with supplies.

Gavin prefers markers, everything from chunky paint pens on walls to fine tipped sharpies on cooling skin. Gavin’s tags are rare, and often only left when a job has gotten personal; stark ink sharply intentional, elegantly simple, and always, of course, in gold.

Jack, forever prepared, has somehow managed to get fucking stickers printed, artistic things she always seems to have on hand just when she needs them, seeming to pull them out of thin air in the perfect size for any situation.  

Upcoming screenings for Chie Mikami’s award-winning documentary (featuring English subtitles)!

The 91-minute film focuses on the residents of Takae district (Higashi Village, northern Okinawa), their protests against the construction of U.S. military helipads, and the Japanese government’s attempt to silence them. The film’s bold title is influenced by Takae’s history with the U.S. military, which used their land as a mock target in warfare training during the Vietnam War.

 western sydney gothic

  • you are walking down the street. there are gunshots in the distance. nobody moves. there are sirens. nobody moves. a woman comes sprinting past, shrieking “WESTCONNEX IS COMING! WESTCONNEX IS COMING!” everybody screams.
  • there is a wallaby on the side of the road, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. red taints its paws. red taints it maw. it is watching you. the sun dips lower over the horizon.
  • you drive west out of liverpool. you keep driving. the houses fall away. there is grass. there is field after field. there is a cow in the middle of the road, staring at you. its eyes are the void. you are in badgerys creek. no one can help you now.
  • the trains are quiet, for once. the trains hum and rattle. 2770 is scrawled in black marker above your head. you look away. 2770 is scrawled in black marker on the seat in front of you. a baby is crying. 2770 is scratched into the windows. somewhere, laughter. 2770 is all over the seat you are sitting on. 2770 is scrawled over the arm rest. 2770 is scratched into the plastic. 2770 is scratched into you. 2770. 2770. 2770.
  • a girl stands at the cross roads in a too-small tee shirt with her backpack slung low over her shoulders, one thumb stuck out, pointing south. she stares through the cars that slow down, like she can’t see them. she is waiting.
  • you are in the line at target. the screens above you are playing their newest ad on a loop. it has been three hours. a cashier is weeping.
  • it is well after midnight. the neighbour’s speakers have just started up, beginning with a stirring rendition of bon jovi’s livin’ on a prayer that wails deep in the darkness. you step outside for a smoke. they are standing in their backyard, passing a joint between them, their glassy eyes shining from the verandah light. nobody waves.
  • a magpie swoops down and tugs something free from the sharps bin. it flies away with its shining prize, adding it to the growing pile you can see in the eucalyptus. its nest drips blood onto the pavement below.
  • mt druitt station is empty bar you and two lads arguing over smokes. a train screeches in, covered in graffiti. you pretend you don’t see the knife reflected in the windows as you step onto the train.
  • you step out of the RSL after a night of drinking, triumphant and free, both arms raised to the darkened sky. you stumble your way down the road, looking for your car, but then it starts. a giggle. a cackle. you stop, and look around. the street is empty. a laugh. a laugh. soon it is all around you, the laughter. you look up. the trees are full of gleaming-eyed birds, grinning at you. they keep on laughing.
  • there is a mural on the ceiling of camden library. adam and eve look down at the floor, blinking slowly, faces frozen in wide grins. lucifer is wrapped around the argyle street sign, hissing quietly. there are so many cows in the garden of eden. the bookshelves are bare. god stares disapprovingly from a nearby wall.
  • the wanderers chant haunts your dreams.
Staring Down the Sun (BnHA Fanfiction for the Gift Exchange!)

This is my gift for Rin for the myheroacademia-giftexchange.

Rin, I really, really hope you enjoy. :3 On a side note, thanks to your blog, I got deep into Haikyuu!!, and now volleyball boys are posted all over my room.

Please accept this story with all of my affections. 

Title: Staring Down the Sun

Word Count: 1,777

Pairing: Midoriya -> Uraraka.

Rating: G

Summary: “He traces All Might’s loud movements with his eyes until the screen changes targets, and then the holograph is projecting the girl he’d met that morning. Izuku takes his head off of the desk.“ 

EDIT: Also on Ao3, HERE

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Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 05

summary: During a routine recon mission turned ambush, Lance and Blue must take drastic measures to ensure their survival. The aftermath leaves Lance lost and dreaming, and the team helpless to the possibility that, without a guide, he won’t make it back. 

excerpt:

Blue growled. Lance breathed. “We got this. We – we’ll be fine. Ready, girl?”

Blue’s head snapped up and to the side. Alarms blared and Lance brought up the screen, gaze darting over the barrage of red dots as they turned to track them. He swallowed. ETA of the rest of the team was still twenty minutes, and that was if they weren’t intercepted. Focus. No time to worry about that. His fingers danced over the controls, Blue humming her agreement as she turned to face them, her hackles up and roar gathering deep in her chest.

The back of the chair hissed as a targeting screen pushed forward and sighted in front of Lance’s left eye, the controls on the arms of the chair changing to triggers. Lance lined up the shots with the ones on the screen, quick calibrations scrolling through the HUD display on his helmet. Inhaling, he held his breath as green lights flashed across the board.

Exhale. Fire.

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