Villa La Angostura, Argentina: Villa La Angostura (Spanish for Town of the Narrowing) is a town located in the Los Lagos Department in the south of the Argentine province of Neuquén, on the northwest shore of the Nahuel Huapi Lake. Nestled in the northern part of the Nahuel Huapi National Park, and surrounded by lakes, forests and mountains, it is considered to be one of the most beautiful locations in the mountainous parts of Patagonia; earning it the nickname Garden of Patagonia. Wikipedia

I have no idea who Gustav Magnar Witzoe even is but his look is kinda doing it for me, it reminds me of an old broken statue you'd find in a garden... men this is how you do met gala, take notes

remember your life doesn't end at 20. dante alighieri got exiled from florence at 36! you still have time <3

things i’ll not call you a whore for:

things i’ll call you a whore for:

why are lemons separate from food op?

everyone knows lemons arent food

lemon stealing whores are a huge issue separate from food stealing whores. there’s a whole documentary about whores stealing lemons from the trees of unsuspecting victims. you can see the first two minutes of it here.

Thats a rickroll. That totally is a fucking rickroll. No fukin way. Not falling for it.

dude, trust me, that isn’t a rick roll. its something worse

Me to the rest of tumblr after actually watching what was in the link:

…I really don’t know what I was expecting.

What the fuck did i just watch.

It- it’s not a Rick roll

Have we really reached a time when the Lemon Stealing Whores are no longer common knowledge.

most of my posts are normal I swear 😭

The mortifying ordeal of being known (in the biblical sense)

plagues history and global epidemiology as an autistic special interest was already a heavy topic but not a day goes by I dont briefly recall drunkenly telling people at the bar in autumn 2019 “yeah the next pandemic will probably be a coronavirus and we’re due for one”

if they remember that i have to wonder if they think they met the devil at the club that night

I feel like people really underestimate the impact that your mode of transportation has on how you see and think about and interact with your city. Like, driving makes your city feel like a few islands, pockets of space where you regularly go and new ones you discover only when brought there for a purpose, but all amidst an ocean of just, filler. Taking public transit makes your city feel like a network of corridoors, a glowing grid along which you may discover new things, but whose alternate winding paths you only take when given to by circumstance. Cycling makes your city feel more human in its scale, and while you can only go so far, the spaces through which you travel are far more often built for people, not machines, and that difference is tangible, while your freedom of movement gives you more opportunities for exploration. Walking can only take you so far, but you see everything meant for you along those places, and every street feels like it carries potential, with no barriers to stopping and partaking of whatever piques your interest. I think, among these, driving is the one that by far most isolates you from the place you live, while the others are, in decreasing order, most utilitarian, and in increasing order, most personally connective to your shared space.

Growth capitalism is a deranged fantasy for lunatics.

Year 1, your business makes a million dollars in profit. Great start!

Year 2, you make another million. Oh no! Your business is failing because you didn't make more than last year!

Okay, say year 2 you make $2 mil. Now you're profitable!

Then year 3 you make $3 mil. Oh no! Your business is failing! But wait, you made more money than last year right? Sure, but you didn't make ENOUGH more than last year so actually your business is actively tanking! Time to sell off shares and dismantle it for parts! You should have made $4 mil in profit to be profitable, you fool!

If you're not making more money every year by an ever-increasing exponent, the business is failing!

Absolute degenerate LUNACY

#we loooooove the methodology of a cancer cell

#constant expansion at all costs!! go go go go go!! what do you mean the body has died

^^^^^^^^^^^

I keep having this incredibly stupid recurring nightmare and I’m not sure how to even start describing it.

So in this dream, every person has an internal source of power and creativity and inspiration. A condensed core of their own personality, like an archetypal self. It’s called an “Icon”. More successful people tend to be more in touch with this iconic core, but accessing it is not without danger. If relied on too much or too often, or if you never do the hard work of personal growth, one risks awakening the core and triggering a chain reaction that causes it to basically grow out of control and possess you.

Kind of a cool, creepy premise, right? YOU’D THINK SO. What makes it unbearably stupid is that people who have been “Iconified” are immediately recognizable because the Icon expresses itself as a little cartoon emoji of your own face which flies out of your soul and superimposes itself over your real face and can’t be hidden or gotten rid of. It has a will of its own and is just permanently overlaid on top of your head for everyone to see. It looks basically exactly like this:

Becoming Iconified is deeply cringe and shameful and annoying and regarded as a sad fate that people bring upon themselves. It happens mostly to celebrities and artists but can happen to anyone.

The main thread of the dream that just woke me up in a cold sweat and on the verge of tears?

Luigi was having a rough year and relying more and more on his internal icon and like, autocannibalizing his own personality for clout. The viewer knew (me) knew that he was well on his way to activating and releasing his icon if he didn’t change course, and soon. A sub-plot revealed it happening to Catwoman… she was trying desperately to escape from some kind of futuristic time prison and relied on the cheap source of energy and power of Being Catwoman that, just as she gained her freedom, a little Catwoman emoji came flying out of her mouth and pasted itself on her face and began laughing hysterically while she sobbed and screamed and tried to rub it off. But she couldn’t. It existed on another layer of reality and she could not reach it from her dimension. She would be Catwoman with a little cartoon Catwoman obscuring her face and identity forever.

I woke up right after I ordered pizza or something and the delivery guy had a cartoon 2D Roger Rabbit mustache superimposed over his real mustache and I was like oh fuck oh no oh no. Too scary. Too sad.

you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like

stop it i was trying to be gothic

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

Literal definition of spyware:

Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: "Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡

KillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKill

[ID: a screenshot showing instructions on how to remove the Windows Recall & Snapshots]

"Some good news. 1, it’s being slow rolled out at the moment. 2, it’s reportedly really easy to turn off.

Click the Windows button on your keyboard

Open the Settings app and go to Privacy & Security > Recall & Snapshots

Disable the Save Snapshots option

If you already have snapshots taken, you can delete them by clicking the Delete Snapshots

If you are doing confidential work, including work that involves SSN's or HIPAA, you must turn this off. Your clients can sue you and/or your employers of you don't maintain confidentiality and security protocols.

True and sincere answer to all of the people who ask, "I have just seen X animal, what does this mean?":

Rejoice, my friend, for this is a most auspicious sign! You have received one of the greatest blessings known to human kind: you live in a world full of creatures! Take comfort and enjoy this divine blessing.

#yeah but one time i saw 5 robins in a circle and thats gotta mean something

Oh shit, you saw the robin circle? That's not good.

Port of Montevideo, Montevideo, Uruguay: The Port of Montevideo, in the northern part of the Old City of Montevideo, Uruguay, is one of the major ports of South America and plays a very important role in the economy of Uruguay. Wikipedia