gonna buy this god-forsaken web site and charge all y'all $8 a month to edit reblogs.
'oh he's so funny now.'
mf i was always funny.
gonna buy this god-forsaken web site and charge all y'all $8 a month to edit reblogs.
'oh he's so funny now.'
mf i was always funny.
I'm one minor inconvenience away from reading destiel fanfiction
Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.
It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.
To celebrate/comemorate the date, I'm sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I've written about this before. I'm not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.
This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.
Join me below, if you would.
i'm a crowley&eve friendship truther, and a big proponent of nanny! crowley to cain and abel (later events ....notwithstanding)
After The Motion Picture (c. 2272 ish) and before Wrath of Khan (2285) Kirk and Spock went on a second five year mission, then at some point both moved back to San Francisco and got teaching jobs at the Academy together. During this block of time Spock went through two pon farrs but has no wife in WoK. So, you know, draw your own conclusions
I don’t think I’ve had a day go so wrong on so many stupid levels as today. Started with some truly ill-intentioned, dog-shit takes by grad students that I have to listen and respond to because I’m grad rep, followed swiftly by finding out that the research I’ve been doing the last 4 months (and just presented to the majority of my sub field at an international conference!!) is probably bullshit because of sloppy work by the discovery team, followed by fencing even dog-shitier takes by the same moronic grad students. I get home and decide to knit a couple rows in my david tennant nycc sweater just so I can say i accomplished literally 1 (one) thing today, and then promptly realize I knit two whole rows (~220 stitches) backwards and had to spend an hour un-knitting it just to get back to where I was when I woke up this morning. Oh, then I log on to tumblr and see it’s my 13th tumblr anniversary. At least it’s fitting, I guess. But I’m gonna mcfuckin lose it.
On a very small good note, my best friend might be able to move her defense date 3 days earlier so I can attend before going to another conference this summer.
It’s April 1st so that means astronomers are posting Very Scientific Papers, including “Multi-Messenger Astrology,” “In Violation of the Prime Directive: Simulating detriments to Delta-Quadrant civilizations from the starship Voyager’s impact on planetary rings,” and “pastamarkers: astrophysical data visualization with pasta-like markers,” among many others. Check out the arxiv (https://arxiv.org/list/astro-ph/new) to see the other bangers.
Figures 1 and 2 from PASTA Collaboration et al. 2024.
You can't leave this bookshop
IT STILL HURTS. You idiot.
Lake Tekapo, New Zealand
#DavidTennant nominated for Best Actor Award for Macbeth in Olivier Awards.
Episode 4x09: Forest of the Dead
I’m on a 16 hour flight to Aotearoa/New Zealand tomorrow, then a flight into Brisbane a few days later. Does anyone have recent good omens or doctor who fic recs I should download for the flight?
Something very funny about reading brienne and jaimes sword fight on the bridge and how passionately it is written and you as a reader go wow this is just such a well written passage that plainly shows, not tells, how deeply intimately important swordsmanship is to these two characters AND is a brilliant revelation of Jaimes developing feelings for Brienne.
And then jaime thinks "DUDE... THAT WAS LIKE... SEX..."
Wow jaime so perceptive. Brilliant observation you empty vase of a man. Anything else you'd like to interpret for us? You oracle?
A little advice from someone studying extremist groups: if you’re in a social media environment where the daily ubiquitous message is that you have no hope of any kind of future and you can’t possibly achieve anything without a violent overthrow of society, you’re being radicalized, and not in the good way.
If the solution to your problems sounds like “we need a blank slate” it’s a lie. There are no blank slates, and the closest approximation people can generally imagine is “burn it all down and let God/fate/history sort it out”.
That’s not problem solving. It’s barely catharsis, in practice. It doesn’t just create more problems than it solves, it destroys more solutions than it creates.
Put the apocalypse down, and back away slowly.
Real solutions to complex, systemic problems are not so easily reduced to “us good, them evil; kill them.”
[image transcript:
Voting as Fire Extinguisher
When the haunted house catches fire: a moment of indecision.
The house was, after all, built on bones, and blood, and bad intentions.
Everyone who enters the house feels that overwhelming dread, the evil that perhaps only fire can purge.
It’s tempting to just let it burn.
And then I remember:
there are children inside.
—Kyle Tran Myhre. end id]