The ability to turn the post above you into the speech bubble of a character of your choice is an essential weapon of tumblr pvp.
By "theoretically write", I mostly mean "was taught, but it's not what you usually use and it's not necessarily pretty and you forgot what capital Z looks like or that might be just me".
(And "read anything" should be taken to exclude signatures. It includes e.g. nineteenth-century letters, but not signatures.)
When you fuck around and find out you now longer have a job.
going from the reddit star wars fandom to the tumblr star wars fandom is giving me insane whiplash. the upside is that people aren’t bitching about every single imperfect detail in the entire franchise, but the downside is that i’ve seen more fanart of obi wan and commander cody tenderly knowing each other than i have ever wanted to in my life in the last three hours and it has probably fundamentally altered the way i interact with the entire franchise
after the initial shock of being plunged into the icy cold lake of seeing my childhood action figures caressing each others sweaty chests in a gentle, hidden moment after a battle, i’ve been able to get my wits about me and realize that yeah, i’m kinda with it
Not me crying over the "Good Night Oppy" documentary on Prime.
I logged in to watch Good Omens and got completely sidetracked and now I'm having emotions over robots and Space. Again.
They engineers keep calling Opportunity "my child" and I'm 😭
Oh no. Well. I guess I'll be spending part of tomorrow crying as well, because there's no way I'm not watching that.
Listen. They played music to the rovers every "morning" to wake them up because it's a tradition to wake astronauts up with music.
And the way their voices all wobbled when they thought Spirit was dead and she came back to life listening to ABBA.
"So when you're near me, darling Can't you hear me, S.O.S.? The love you gave me Nothing else can save me, S.O.S."
I AM UNWELL.
The grief when Spirit died. Ugh. My heart.
They keep talking about Opportunity like she's human. Like her front arm had "arthritis" and her wobbly wheels and "losing her memory," and how she'd go to sleep and forget everything she'd achieved before, all of her science data and how she was still their perfect child and kept going, I'm--
"We hadn't seen her in 14 years and there she was."
The sandstorm just hit and I'm not okay.
The final song they played to her was "I'll be seeing you" sung by Billie Holiday which ends:
"I'll find you In the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you"
"Good night, Opportunity. Well done" 😭😭😭😭
Oh man 100/10. Ripped my heart out my chest and put it back in with faith in humanity restored. Fuck I love space robots and the humans who build them.
Marie Kondo really isnt fucking around
If anyone is curious what she says directly after this quote:
When one or the other of these thought patterns makes it hard to throw things away, we can’t see what we really need now, at this moment. We aren’t sure what would satisfy us or what we are looking for. As a result, we increase the number of unnecessary possessions, burying ourselves both physically and mentally in superfluous things.
The best way to find out what we really need is to get rid of what we don’t. Quests to faraway places or shopping sprees are no longer necessary. All you have to do is eliminate what you don’t need by confronting each of your possessions properly. The process of facing and selecting our possessions can be quite painful. It forces us to confront our imperfections and inadequacies and the foolish choices we made in the past.
Many times when confronting my past during the tidying process I have been so ashamed. My collection of scented erasers from primary school, the animation-related goods that I collected in junior high school, clothes I bought in high school when I was trying to act grown up but which didn’t suit me at all, handbags I bought even though I didn’t need them just because I liked the look of them in the shop.
The things we own are real. They exist here and now as a result of choices made in the past by no one other than ourselves. It is wrong to ignore them or to discard them indiscriminately as if denying the choices we made. This is why I am against both letting things pile up and dumping things without proper consideration. It is only when we face the things we own one by one and experience the emotions they evoke that we can truly appreciate our relationship with them.
There are three approaches we can take towards our possessions. Face them now, face them sometime, or avoid them until the day we die. The choice is ours. But I personally believe it is far better to face them now. If we acknowledge our attachment to the past and our fears for the future by honestly looking at our possessions, we will be able to see what is really important to us.
This process in turn helps us to identify our values and reduces doubt and confusion when making life decisions. If we can have confidence in our decisions and launch enthusiastically into action without any doubts holding us back, we will be able to achieve much more. In other words, the sooner we confront our possessions the better. If you are going to put your house in order, do it now.
Here's the river Slaney where it flows under the main bridge in our local shopping town, Baltinglass. I shot this clip yesterday on my way into town, having just gotten off the bus from Dublin after my spring COVID booster. (The sound in the video is from traffic crossing the bridge behind me.)
That water's very clean, as you might be able to guess from the video. (It'd be a rare day when you'd pass over the bridge and not see the local herons fishing for trout in it). What's of interest to me, though, is the weed with the white flowers growing from it. They pop out every year around this time, and finally I got curious about just what they are. After bringing Peter's Big Camera down with us on a shopping trip so that he could get some close macro shots of the flowers and the two kinds of leaves associated with the weed, we've determined that it's Ranunculus peltatus or water-crowfoot.
So that's sorted out at last. :)
a twitter thread that actually killed me
It’s Pride Month Eve, so leave out some milk for Freddie Mercury and his cats.
They’re looking at each other, comparing cats:
And Vincent Price was also bi so, y'know, let’s hear it for the bi pride catboys.
The real reason bisexuals have a reputation for being unable to sit properly on chairs is that they’re trying not to sit on the cat that was already on the cushion.
[ID: Two images; first image, Freddy Mercury, in a brightly-colored shirt, proudly displays two enormous cats, a longhaired Siamese and a marmalade tabby. Second image, Vincent Price, scowling dramatically and dressed in a tweed blazer, holds four cats at once, all of them facing away from the camera; two black cats on the ends and two grey cats in the middle.]
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.
i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
How the fuck does his have less than 200k after setting the internet on fire for months
The whole Reddit thing is an especially striking example of corporate brain rot because, like, they managed to build their entire business model on the back of exploiting vast quantities of unpaid volunteer labour, and successfully convinced the entire Internet that this is a normal state of affairs. How do you fuck that up? How do you convince yourself that instituting a de facto demand for your very nearly 100% volunteer workforce to pay you for the ability to use the tools that are required to do their job is anything other than cutting your own throat?
Like, do they just not grasp the fundamentals of their own business model? Do they not realise that they're a for-profit business in the unimaginably envious position of employing a largely volunteer workforce? That's the only place I can imagine the idea of going to people who doing the work of employees for free and saying "actually, you should pay us for the privilege of working for us" coming from.
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it’s so fucking embarrassing to find a conventionally attractive man attractive every time it happens. like oh you think the handsome man is handsome? you find the attractive guy attractive? derivative. passé. pedestrian
I put up your boyfriend for peer review and... yeah he's published in a journal now. You can purchase 1 month of access for $32.99, or you can log in through your institution for access. Sorry.
JSTOR???????????????