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anonymous asked:

'Restricted Mode' blocks off USER flagged content. The other night Youtube apologized for the fact other users are abusing the system to have LGBTQ+ content flagged and said they are working to correct the issue.

Ah. I mean, seriously, YouTube, who couldn’t have forseen people abusing that system? Have you been on the internet?

anonymous asked:

...why do you feel the need to criticize someone's art for something as small as a height difference?

Silly me. You are so right. I should just keep my dumb mouth shut and my opinions to myself.

Here’s the thing: It wasn’t a criticism. It was a reaction. Like “Oh I was confused when I first saw this.”

Here’s the other thing: I swear to god this fandom treats fan-artists like they are above critique. How do I know this? A /very/ popular fanartist recently did a piece that was highly offensive and racist. When I, along with several other users, pointed it out to her, she was quick to take the piece down and try again. Her fucking followers, though, filled my inbox with anon hate. “Oh, it wasn’t meant like that,” “she’s doing this series, you’re seeing something not there,” ect ect. Give me a break. 

Here’s the actual critique of that piece. Forget the height difference. John and Alex have been white-washed and it’s pretty gross. 

Some US Presidents as @dril tweets
  • FDR: christ.. ive done it again.. ive posted the absolute good truth shit that every1 has been waiting to hear in this sea of lying crap nonsense
  • Truman: please remember that im in charge of this website before you try to drag some toughguy shit all over my good page
  • Eisenhower: Q: What is your Passion Sport? A: My Passion Sport is football and golf
  • JFK: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
  • LBJ: just give me one hour and no swear filter and i can literally completely destroy anyone psychologically with aim instant messenge
  • Nixon: im an exhausting person to be around but once you get to knnow me im actually a giant shithead with irredeemable mouth
  • Ford: ive trademarked the term "The guy who fucks up" so if you see someone else using it pleaase stick my Fair Use brochures to their car
  • Carter: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my "trolls", as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
  • Reagan: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
  • H.W. Bush: looked at a newspaper today. looks like we're getting taxed out the wazoo, with this president. anyone else see this shit? tax out the wazoo
  • Clinton: every now and then i like to treat myself to a bit of "Lying under oath"
  • W. Bush: PLEASE look up "Event Horizon" on wikipedai before you chastise me for screaming it on 9./11
  • Obama: The absolute shit Im forced to put up with as a content Producer. Ive sacrificed my basic human rights in order to placate U fucking people.

me: i love iphones! i personally prefer them to other phones :)

android user, teleporting literally next to me: um excuse me?? the new samsung galaxy alpha centauri s970 blood onyx edition is far superior to any apple product.. iphones killed my cat, steve jobs ruined my marriage, i get aroused at the smell of burning fumes,

Sometimes its not only about being addicted to drugs, sometimes its also about being scared. You become so wrapped up and consumed in drugs you forget how to live a normal life. You isolate yourself from the world only surrounding yourself with other drug users. At first your having the time of your life, Not even realizing your pushing the rest of the world out. Eventually the party stops. Now you find yourself struggling to live a normal life, whatever that even is..
You don’t remember what it was like to go out on a “date” or out with friends on the weekends. You keep searching for that happiness you got out of life before you did drugs. Your mind is so fucked up. You want a normal life but at the same time you can’t remember what was so great about it? What did you do for fun?
You become scared. Lost. And drugs seem to be the only thing keeping you going.

When parents teach their kids “othering” attitudes towards disabled people.

Between the ages of 9 and 13, I lived next door to a young girl named Anna. Anna had a 2 year old cousin, Ashley, who was a vent dependent high level quadriplegic due to a horrific accident where she fell off the back of a couch and got wedged between the couch and the wall. (Abuse by her father was suspected; they think he pushed her, I don’t remember if that was true or not.) Her injury was very similar to Christopher Reeve’s.

At first I was fascinated by Ashley’s wheelchair and ventilator tube because I had never known somebody could be paralyzed like that and need help just to breathe. Ashley’s nurse was very kind about answering my questions.

If Anna wasn’t home, I would play with Ashley. I sang silly songs, made faces at her (she made them back), I made her stuffed animals “dance” and “kiss” her face (she loved that) and I would read to her while showing her pictures from the books by her bed. Sometimes I “helped” her color by holding her little fist around a crayon and guiding her hand over a coloring book. I actually discovered she could keep her fingers closed if I wrapped them around the crayon, but it was a very loose grip and her hands never improved beyond that. I let Ashley pick the colors– she raised her eyebrows and smiled real big for “yes” and pouted her bottom lip out for “no” and that’s how she told me which crayons she wanted.

Playing with Ashley got to be normal to me. I understood that she was disabled, but she was also a two year old girl just like any other and the only difference was she couldn’t move or breathe on her own. I noticed that other kids didn’t go over to interact with her if she was brought outside in her wheelchair. The adults with her would entertain her instead.

One day, I was playing peekaboo with Ashley when my dad came outside. He got really mad at me! I didn’t know what I did wrong when he demanded I go in the house.

He proceeded to tell me “You shouldn’t play with a crippled child like that. What if something happens to her? You’ll get blamed!”

I don’t remember what I said in protest, but I know I said “Dad, she’s a kid like anybody else!”

He said, “NO, she’s not. She’s different. She’s broken and hurt. Feel sorry for her, and don’t play with her anymore.”

I cried in my room for a long while. Then I went back out to see if Anna was home. She wasn’t, but Ashley was inside in bed. I played with her till Anna came home, then we went out into her back yard and swung on the swings.

The next day, my dad caught me playing with Ashley again. I was putting flowers in her hair (careful that they didn’t have loose petals that could fall on her trach or the vent tubes). He was SO MAD that he grounded me from going outside for a long time, can’t remember how long.

I questioned why it was “so wrong” to play with another kid. Dad kept insisting that I didn’t “need” to play with a child “like that” who would never have a normal life.

Ashley ended up having to go back into the hospital shortly after that, and I can’t remember what became of her beyond that because I didn’t see her again. All I remember is being devastated that my dad didn’t want me to be friends with a very visibly disabled toddler.

Her name was Ashley, and I never forgot her. I hope she’s still alive. She’ll be in her 20′s by now if she’s still out there somewhere. I think of her from time to time. I’m probably a very vague memory to her…and I hope I’m a good one. I was the kid who played with her when nobody else wanted to. Probably because other kids had parents like my dad who forbade it.

The question is…why? My dad told me he was afraid something bad would happen to Ashley while I was playing with her. I get that he was worried about being sued or something, but I feel like there was more to it than that.

He was “othering” Ashley as ‘unacceptably disabled’ and wanted me to treat her like that, too. I refused. I got in a lot of trouble for refusing. I don’t regret it. I was her friend and I made her smile.

Ashley, if you’re out there, I never thought you were broken.

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Both these apps are available and cross platforms.

They will allow you to maintain communication w/out wifi or cellular in a group of users by generating a small local mesh net.

This is important when going to protest events where communications can be impacted purposefully or in emergency communications when the communications infrastructure is damaged.

Living in a rural backwater I have not found other users directly and made a mesh, but in urban areas, campuses, large facilities you may already have some users meshed up.

When something doesn’t make sense in a fictional setting, we often jokingly say “a wizard did it” - and in gonzo fantasy settings like the default milieu of Dungeons & Dragons, it’s often literally true. A lot of strange phenomena and outlandish creatures are explained away as experiments by ancient wizards.

It strikes me, however, that saying “a wizard did it” doesn’t just explain away the phenomenon - it also conveys certain assumptions about how it came to be.  When you picture “a wizard did it”, you’re almost certainly picturing a bookish nerd conducting bizarre experiments for the sheer hell of it.

How does the implied method and motive behind the creation of the phenomenon in question change if we swap in some other sort of magic-user?

For example: a witch did it.

A warlock did it.

A sorcerer did it.

Heck, a magician did it, even!