We sharing anaesthetic stories?? I had to have dental surgery when i was in middle school.
According to my mom and sister the very first thing i did upon waking up was BOLT upright and proceed to try and shove my ENTIRE fist in my mouth as fast as possible.
I had to be physically stopped, and i proceeded to sob my eyes out for the next 20 minutes. Somehow, i didnt damage anything 🤣
sorry that imagery is so vivid i just..
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we should globally ban the introduction of more powerful computer hardware for 10-20 years, not as an AI safety thing (though we could frame it as that), but to force programmers to optimize their shit better
I reblogged this like 9 times kinda jokingly, but software should be able to run on older and less powerful hardware, and consume less power on newer hardware. Like, this is a real problem imo
I completely agree with this but I do need you to understand that the image above is 32 times the size of the lunar mission’s memory
Sad to be the one to tell y'all, but aborted children and children died before christening don't get into heaven. They go to the Limbus, the outermost circle of hell, where the souls go who are exempt from paradise without it being their fault
You need to update your sources
Since 2007 unbaptized children go to heaven and limbo doesn't exists anymore
mf aint even read the patch notes
*tears streaming down my face as i desperately grab at the fabric of your shirt* am i at least cringe and annoying in a fuckable way
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,
As of some one gently flapping, flapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some fairy,” I muttered, “slapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Quoth the walrus, "Are you sure?"
had to draw it
“Why did you follow this person ? uwu”
I’ve been here for fourteen years, do you think I remember? I don’t know who any of these people are anymore. I don’t know why they’re on my dash. I allow them to stay because they haven’t pissed me off enough to unfollow them yet. “Why did you follow this person?” I’m not sure I ever did. They’re just part of my ecosystem now.
After seeing a question on Reddit about Germans and foldable rulers, I need to know how everyone feels about them.
The ask implied, that foldable rulers are not super common to use or own outside of Germany, and now I am wondering about exact demographics and why. Pls spread and add your country in the tags if you want. I can not imagine owning a tool box without one of these. And no, I am not talking about measuring tape, I specifically mean these foldable rulers. They also exist with cm + inch measurements.
Gonna get myself a fun little surprise I guess
This is better than I'd ever hoped for, I bet a rat could kill you with that thing by firing a laser back in time and electrocuting your grandfather
Just look at this thing
The rat gun is hereeeeee!
This is getting notes again so I will admit that "rat gun" was an autocorrect error and it was supposed to be "ray gun."
But it'll always be a rat gun to me.
The most expensive thing in these pictures was the cat, and he was $60.
I'll be honest--I forgot that the pump organ desk/bar was visible in the background, and it was NOT under $60.
It was actually $75.
The chairs, however, were paid for in human life. I inherited them; they were originally my great grandmother's. But they're not particularly rare-- you can find these exact chairs without a lot of effort, in reasonable shape, for not that much money. They made a lot of them.
your gazelle has a pearl choker
That's Hadrian. He's a bush buck and he loves fashion.
Hi you asked this question and I immediately went to the pottery studio to make a calcifer to put in my woodstove.
Will update if he survives the kiln.
i am still on tenterhooks vis a vis calcifer 🥺🥺🥺
I just brought him home from the pottery studio and wired him for light. He lives!!!!!
OP just wondering do you like have the closet to Narnia tucked in there somewhere?
Dude, c'mon, these things take time.
Give me a couple hours.
Okay!! We have doordrobe! It's not quite done but after nearly turning myself into an hellpancake while carrying this in from the garage to the house, I feel like I should call it a night.
Right now it's not going into a secret room (but the Angel of Death (And WiFi) behind it does have a secret compartment for my router? Does that count) but Malice and Vice are still exploring it like it's a whole new world.
The House of Horrors continues to be...well, exactly what it is.
Oh, no, all radioactive materials go in The Box.
Demonstrating some wushu skills
[eng by me]
Babygirl my minecraft house is fucked up in ways you couldnt even imagine
Not only are you not scratching the surface, you don't even know where you're digging
So to preface, a couple years ago I joined a Minecraft server with a big group of friends, where every now and again, they would come over to my House. And I thought it'd be really funny if I changed the House ever so slightly but always insisted that it was exactly the same, so occasionally when they'd come over they'd say, "Is this room different...?" and I would do my best deadpan sincere voice and say "no, it's always been like that! :D". Since I live in Europe it was really easy for me to exclusively work at night time for them, so from their point of view I was never really online. So over the course of probably like a year and a half, I just kept Extending The House. Every so slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. I kept making strange rooms with no purpose. Hallways that connected only to each other. Doors that lead to nowhere. Until finally one day, I logged in and there was a new room that I had Not built, and a new staircase that had definitely not been there before. Eventually I stopped adding onto my House because when I would log on it would be different anyway. Without me even doing it. One time I logged on and there were balloons. One day I logged on and my house was made of netherite. I realise it was my friends finally noticing the tomfoolery I'd been pulling for over a year and doing it back, but I like to believe that I'd committed to the bit of my house Growing for so long that I'd accidentally hexed it and it truly did begin manifesting its self :)
Except. the strange happenings did not stop there. Under the cut is all of my memories of unexplainable, weird and just generally Fucked Up things that occurred in my Minecraft House
I remembered some more bits and bobs and found pictures!! Also I literally had a dream last night btw that someone reblogged this and said "damn bitch you live like this?" and it made me wake myself up from laughing
What is house of leaves
Actually the real reason I transitioned was because my parents joked so many times about returning me to the child store I decided to void the warranty.
Actually the real reason I transitioned was my dad complained about women in golf so much I knew it was a sure fire way to make him stop trying to teach me golf.
Actually the real reason I transitioned was because I'm really supportive of my wife but I wanted to make shopping for their tampons feel less awkward.
Actually the real reason I transitioned was to prove to a point about the ending of the Scottish play to my 8th grade English teacher.
Actually the real reason I transitioned was because slutty shorts for men went out of style and I couldn't give them up.
Have you considered doing standup comedy?
I prefer to sit.
I am always blown away by the mental disconnect between rich people and the rest of us.
I work for a doctor. He pulls in $70,000-$90,000 a month before tax. After tax, he's still $200,000+ a year.
I earn $52,000 a year.
Yet his wife will still talk to me and say "oh, we're not rich." She drives a Porsche. She wears Carla Zampatti. They live in a new townhouse that cost well over a million.
So, when she gives me recommendations on things to buy and I tell her I can barely afford Kmart, she seems genuinely perplexed.
They are NOT bad people. I've worked for them for 12 years now. They are good people with good hearts. But they no longer connect with reality on level and it's absolutely mindboggling.
And I think a large part of this is that rich people compare themselves to other rich people, not to the regular people.
He doesn't earn as much as a surgeon. He doesn't own a mansion or a helicopter (both of which I know a couple of surgeons own).
In comparison, they aren't as rich.
They were once poor, 25 years ago when he was starting to become a doctor. But that memory is skewed now. Or perhaps they always aimed for the Porsche and the month long holidays in Scotland so the journey meant something else.
But, holy shit, when she shows me something on sale that's still out of my price range, I feel that gap. And I don't envy her. I don't want a Porsche.
I just want to actually afford Kmart without saving up for it.
And since there seems to be some belief that I earn a huge amount, that is AUD.
It's $34,000USD, rounded up.
And yet, horrifyingly, she's kind of right.
Like yeah, the surgeon is unfathomably wealthy compared to someone who struggles to meet their basic needs... but he's fundamentally still working class. He gets his money from his labor, not by virtue of merely owning something.
Does the surgeon make more than he "deserves"? Maybe. Even if he's a plastic surgeon, I can still squint and kind of see how it makes sense for him to get paid that much. However, I do know that people who get their wealth by merely owning things absolutely don't deserve it.
And like, the important thing is that it's a difference in kind... but the difference in scale is absurd too. If her husband worked since Egyptians first started writing on papyrus, and didn't spend any money, he'd still have less than what Jeff Bezos makes in a week. The pay ratio between Bezos and the surgeon is 60,000x greater than the pay ratio between the surgeon and you... and he literally doesn't do anything besides own companies. Bezos literally does less work than you.
I don't like this fact at all.
That last point is an important point to make. There is a big difference between those who are paid large amounts of money for their work and those who make 1000x more simply by ownership of capital.
When i think of who in society probably deserve to be paid the most? I'd say neurosurgeons. It requires a huge amount of skill, dedication, and study. 8+ years of medical school. Many more years of training. But the higher end of neurosurgeon salaries is just under $1 million a year.
Yes that is a lot of money and you can debate if its too much or too little for their work, but the point is they are arguably ~the most highly skilled and intelligent workers in the world~ (qualities that neoliberals say are the most important in society) and yet they are still paid pennies on the dollar compared to capital owners.
I'm kind of at a point where the "queer spaces" i feel safest in are the ones that have a pet cishet dude or two hanging around
When a space cares a lot about making sure its members are queer enough to participate, you get a space that aggressively polices the queerness of its members. There's no way around that, it's pretty much tautologically true. Only by paradoxically not actually caring if you're queer or not can a group really accept the full range of what queerness can look like.
Also, a space that has room for a cis straight guy who means well and wants the best for his friends has two crucial things going for it.
1) it has space for people who are learning and might fuck up a bit while they figure things out, and that learning process is probably not so godawful and unpleasant that a guy with other prospects would have to be a fool not to go find some nicer friends. This is nice because it is very difficult to personally embody the entire alphabet at once, and learning how to be good allies to one another is a crucial part of queer solidarity. It's nice for that process not to be painful.
2) it has space for people who aren't yet willing to or comfortable with presenting an externally queer label to continue to exist and soak up the queer vibes and information, which means it's welcoming to actual questioning people rather than the theory of questioning people. Probably it therefore has more interest in actually doing things rather than hierarchy politics.
3) it's probably not a radfem tar pit interested in weaponising you against people they've decided to hate in a social smear war that benefits nobody and nothing but their need for a power trip
Oh it’s even more than that! The cis straight guy is very often a ride home, dad or husband. Or a Bob which I will explain in this essay is a signifier of a healthy ecosystem, like frogs are.
This is a 3 am take so consider this a blanket apology and a readmore but if you hate this post you were warned.
I can't stress enough how much I miss StumbleUpon
StumbleUpon once sent me to a supercut of Lion King, Lion King 1 1/2, and Lion King II, the main edit being that the scenes of Lion King and Lion King 1 1/2 were interspersed so that they happened in the order they actually happened.
stumbleupon not existing anymore can be directly traced to a dramatic decline in my mental health, I could do a thesis on it.
bestie stumbleupon very much still exists its just called cloudhiker now. i use it all the time.
mini compilation of suggestions from the replies:
The Bored Button - "Press the Bored Button and be bored no more."
Cloudhiker - "Discover the most interesting, weird and awesome websites of the Internet" (not really a rebrand, it's a different person running it but they have the same intention in mind)
Astronaut.io - "These videos come from YouTube. They were uploaded in the last week and have titles like DSC 1234 and IMG 4321. They have almost zero previous views. They are unnamed, unedited, and unseen (by anyone but you)."
Marginalia - "This is an independent DIY search engine that focuses on non-commercial content, and attempts to show you sites you perhaps weren't aware of in favor of the sort of sites you probably already knew existed."
My mom’s house is set up so the front door opens directly to the staircase and into the main room/living room so when you come inside and head upstairs you look directly over the main room.
this is relevant because any time I came home and headed upstairs, my mom would have an opportunity to catch me on the stairs from her seat on the couch.
and often she has over friends for wine and coffee from from the community theatre or her church (catholic), and they’d stop me on my way up for things like, “oh come look at this picture I took of a snake in my garden! Can you tell me what it is?” Or, “can you explain Tiktok to us. Is it bad?”
I got used to giving five minute lectures on random topics before I had the chance to take my shoes off. I admired that they seemed to be so open minded, often asking me to explain topics like gender identity and other things very new to them.
But one day I came in and heard one of them say, “Oh let’s ask Mallaidh Anne. She’ll know.”
So I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and met the expectant faces of my mother and her friends, and then one of them said, “what’s monsterfucking?”
Bear in mind some of these women are published authors, so it’s not crazy that they’d encounter the term as a genre but that didn’t prepare me any better for the moment than knowing hippos exist would prep me to encounter one at a Burger King.
I do think it’s nice that parents have evolved new and exciting ways to corner us the way we must have done to them as children.
You thought it was awkward when your child asked you about sex or death before you were prepared for that conversation? Stop them on a random Tuesday when they’re 26 and ask them about the Omegaverse.
In case you’re wondering, once I recovered (I laughed really hard for a minute too long), I told them it’s for people who wish the Beast stayed a Beast at the end of Beauty and the Beast, baseline entry-level, and then the romantic interests just get less human from there.
They all nodded sagely. It seemed to make perfect sense. My work done.