orbispelagium:

orbispelagium:

If pop music is determined to keep the compulsory heterosexuality from top to bottom, the least they could do is have guys sing about, I dunno, their desire to have a fifty-foot-tall chubby dragon woman sit on their face or something.

Where’s my dismal, by-the-numbers EDM track about vore?


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#music #sexuality and lack thereof #I’d listen to it #(or give it a shot anyway)

dispatchrabbi:

hobbular:

dreaminpng:

zohbugg:

zohbugg:

Since I’ve decided to make a tiny R2D2 for my robotics class I spent the morning finding .wav files of the different sounds he makes but the original file names I knew would get confusing

R2-D2 Sounds 1

so here I am sitting here psychoanalyzing and personifying as many of them as I can because okay yeah he’s beeping and chirping but what was he feeling

R2-D2 Sounds 2

much better

You are a delight

what does it say about me that i think i know which beeps you’re talking about in all of these

It means you are learnéd in all the important disciplines.


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #Star Wars #(I am not learned in the important disciplines) #(but this is still funny)

thehausghosts:

Today I talked to a girl, a teenage girl old enough to drive and contribute to society with a job, who did not know what a house hippo is. She had no fucking clue. I tried to tell her how much they like the crumbs of peanut butter on toast but she didn’t understand. And in that moment I realized I was fucking old.

 

thehausghosts:

I realized this is such a Canada specific post omg. If you don’t know about the house hippo, please enjoy this one minute video that almost every Canadian alive in the 90s can recite verbatim.

 

etriva:

 

thewinterotter:

Okay I thought this was adorable and then I got to the end and it’s a commercial about… teaching people critical thinking skills and healthy skepticism and like… fact-checking? This is amazing. The House Hippo needs to come to America.

 

tzikeh:

Tumblr needs to adopt The House Hippo as its mascot. Instead of Snopes, we should just respond to bullshit posts with “PLEASE FEED YOUR HOUSE HIPPO. HOUSE HIPPO NEEDS FOOD BADLY!”

 

perfmisha:

I just want to say, as a kid I always saw this commercial and I was too busy flipping shit about a house hippo that I never payed attention to the last bit and I thought house hippos were real until I was like 8.

 

justice-turtle:

frankly until I scrolled down I thought house hippo was gonna be some Canadian term for a roomba

…90′s? I didn’t move to Canada until 2007 and I saw the house hippo commercial.

(Although I suppose the math still checks out, since if you haven’t seen the commercial since you were, like, eight, you might not remember it. Much like how the parents of a given generation are much better at making references to that generation’s children’s media than the kids are.)


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#our home and cherished land #house hippo #amnesia cw #(I know it bothers *me* when people wax nostalgic about things I technically experienced but no longer recall) #(there’s some shows and movies I can’t watch because it’s too painful to watch something #–as the Men in Black commercial I mentioned recently put it– #”again for the first time”) #(so you know) #(if you’re a young Canadian who can’t bear to watch this again for the first time) #(I understand) #(but if not I recommend it)

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justice-turtle:

Well, it’s not scientific, but I can think of maybe 2-3 people (including me) who started out fairly far to the right and are now pretty far to the left, and one person (you) who started out left a ways and has stayed there. The rest of the people I follow whose… political trajectories I’m aware of, which is maybe a dozen or so, seem to have started out sort of… mildly leftish-centrist and have moved further left with time. Like, there’s – I know there’s a norm of teenage rebellion and finding your own path, but my impression is that wide swings across the ideological center are fairly rare and may involve some kind of conversion/aversion experience.

(Bear in mind here that I’m very depressed, so this next part, I’m probably being more of a catty little bitch than is called for. But – like, I think we’ve discussed, you tend to run into a thing where people are like “Well, nobody is born feminist/whatever, we have to learn, go easy on us?” I genuinely don’t recall if that’s ever been me saying that, and like I say I could be totally wrong, but… like, my completely unsupported impression is, that kind of remark comes more from people who were born centrist, have liked to consider themselves quite left-wing progressive, and are just finding out that they’ve got a long fucking way to go and are feeling defensive about it? Like, pulling an example out of the air, somebody says “you know g*psy is a slur, right?”, and instead of “oh shit! no i didn’t know, sorry!”, they reach more for “don’t judge me! i couldn’t have known!” it’s… like i say, i could be full of shit, but for me myself, that identity-thing of “don’t judge me, i didn’t know any better” got lost somewhere around the same time as “gayness is a SIN”. i mean, i still don’t like being seen as a fuckup, i imagine nobody does, but my mental image of people who say “nobody is born knowing whatever” is of kids who… still have that belief in their own Moral Rectitude, you know? who have never yet had to integrate into their identity the fact that they are A Person Who Can And Does Fuck Up. who feel like they need to defend the idea that they couldn’t have done any better, defend their… their honor, and that’s their go-to excuse because idk it fits their world paradigm or whatever.)

(sorry. i say “kids”. given that this conversation involves a discussion of authors younger than me having their shit together, and that you also are quite a lot younger than me, that’s probably a bad choice of words. but i’m failing to come up with a better one. :P)

again. large grain of salt. possibly a barrel of salt. or a very large crystal. a hunk of salt. i’m tired and depressed and pretty sure i’m not being terribly articulate. but that’s my impression: most people our age have started out pretty centrist, and i’d bet the ones who overgeneralize about “nobody grows up far-leftist” are included in that centrist-moving-leftward group.

Hmm. The thing is–and I know I often elide this–I don’t think I was exactly raised far-left per se. Like, there were groups (the ones that come to mind are black people and gay people) where people talked positively about them, but you never seemed to actually meet any. Trans people were mostly not on our radar, and when they were they were mostly viewed with vaguely benevolent confusion.

But I was raised left enough that when I did meet full-on social-justice folk, they didn’t feel foreign. I wasn’t exactly raised in SJ culture, but the place I was raised was…adjacent, somewhere close enough that SJ proper felt of-a-piece with it.

>>they reach more for “don’t judge me! i couldn’t have known!”<<

For me, personally, while that reaction is correlated with childhood because I hang out on the Internet more as an adult, I think the main distinction is actually speech vs text. Offline!me’s* primary reaction to conflict is fight; Brin’s primary reaction is flight. My first emotion when called wrong is anger, but given a short time (usually short enough that textual communication will inherently give it to you) the anger is overwhelmed by fear. “If I crush the opposition they’ll stop hurting me!” becomes “As far as I can tell, I have never managed to successfully crush anyone, and I have no reason to think this will be the exception. Trying and failing to crush them will only prolong the fight and its associated pain. The only way of ending a fight that reliably works for me is complete and unconditional surrender, so that’s what I should do.” (Now that I’ve spent a lot of time in that frame of mind where my cowardice can shine through, I can even manage flight reactions in offline conflicts sometimes.)

(Apparently a lot of people are more the opposite? I mean, I guess they must be, or we wouldn’t have stuff along the lines of the Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory. In a twisted sort of way, I suppose the existence of opposite people helped me; while I haven’t managed a 100% perfect record, I learned very fast that I could avoid a lot of fuckups by staying very quiet, observing, and letting other people make beginners’ mistakes for me.)

*My legal name would be less clunky, and I wouldn’t mind you knowing it, but I’m writing this publicly.


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#it’s not really Learning to Accept That I Can Be Wrong #as much as #Learning It Is In My Self-Interest to Pretend to Accept That I Can Be Wrong #(people who are not motivated primarily by self-interest confuse me and I am often tripped up by them) #(what do you mean you’re professing [insert political stance here] because you think it’s correct) #(and not because you fear social repercussions for not supporting it or because it would benefit you personally?) #(how does *that* work?) #reply via reblog #our roads may be golden or broken or lost


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The Secret, Dangerous World of Venezuelan Bitcoin Mining

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moral-autism:

In a country where cash has lost much of its value, and food and other necessities are dangerously scarce, bitcoins are providing many Venezuelans with a lifeline. The same socialist economics that caused the country’s meltdown has made the energy-intensive process of bitcoin mining wildly profitable—but also dangerous.


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#interesting #Venezuela #bitcoin

grinchmoritz:

fun game for tag talkers: rb this and tag it with everything that comes up when you type ‘i miss’


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#I have not have Thin Mint ice cream in nine years and I miss it dearly #Mom’s been watching a lot of Cutthroat Kitchen lately and I miss friendly!Alton #tag games

feynites:

forthegothicheroine:

The “horror nerd has valuable skills” trope is quite a respected tradition in film by now.  Often, this is subverted by the fact that the nerd is still useless (Scream), sometimes it’s played straight (Monster Squad), and sometimes it’s somewhere in the middle (Lost Boys.)  But you know what I haven’t seen?

The same trope applied to readers of paranormal romance.

I want a gory teenage horror movie where one of the survivors is a girl who’s the Catherine Morland of Junior High.  She’s read Twilight, she’s read all the Twilight knockoffs, she’s got a shelf full of Harlequin supernatural romances, and when she’s at a thrift store she scours romance book racks for anything with a vampire, werewolf, or fairy on the cover.

So when the supernatural bad guys attack, she feels she’s prepared and knows all about them.  And the worst part, that will be most grating to our heroes?  She’s absolutely right.

“Alright, Lillith, you need to go and talk to the vampire,” Olympia says, expression sombre as they gather outside of the night club where the rest of their friends have been taken.

“What?” Lillith asks. “Why do I have to go and talk to the vampire?!”

“Because! First of all, your name is ‘Lillith’. Second of all, you are a skinny white brunette who – for some unfathomable reason – has zero self-esteem about your appearance, despite looking almost entirely like a supermodel, a delicate constitution, and let’s be real here, out of everyone you are by far the likeliest to be the reincarnation of some Victorian lady who died tragically of illness before her vampire lover could whisk her off to the shores of immortality.”

Lillith hesitates.

“Oh no,” she says.

“Let me guess. You’ve been having dreams?” Olympia surmises.

“But he’s creepy!” Lillith protests.

“Look, after what happened with Peter and the werewolf, are you really gonna back down now?” Olympia demands. “You don’t have to marry the creep, he’s probably been longing for death of centuries and will be content enough to go if he can explode into dust motes in the sunlight after looking at your face ‘one last time’, okay? So just make with the fated re-introduction so we can get into the club and rescue everyone from the succubi.”

The two young women stare one another down.

Olympia lets out a breath of relief as resolve fills Lillith’s gaze, and she turns and heads towards the conspicuously pale figure making his way towards the club’s entrance.

Things might actually being go well, for a change. But then she hears it. Approaching the club, faintly at first, but then loud enough to almost sound like a car pulling up the street.

The jangling bells of the Fairy King’s coach. 

Oh, shit, Olympia thinks, because she knows. This one…

This one is hers.


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#storytime #vampires

I saw Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them a couple days ago.

(spoilers behind cut)

Thing I liked: the amount of short-range Apparition in this movie. Characters routinely use teleporting to get past grates, to jump from one building rooftop to the next, to dodge attacks. This is a very Correct use of teleportation and I approve.

Thing I did not like: the amount of Obliviation in this movie. Like, even more than I was expecting. Were we supposed to consider the mass mind-wiping of an entire city a happy ending?

I spent most of the movie worried about whether Newt’s Muggle companion* was going to make it through intact. At the end, the President of Wizarding America is like “You’re going to have to obliviate him, but I’ll give you a chance to say goodbye”, and then she and all her lackeys walk away. Now, to someone who is already thinking about the Eleventh Doctor, this is clearly code for “I’m going to look the other way while you smuggle him to safety”. Except Kowalski then does a 180 on his previously-expressed desire to stay in touch with the wizarding world, says some “I was never supposed to know, this is how things should be” bullshit, and deliberately walks out into the rainstorm of Lethe water. *sigh*

(It didn’t just remind me of Doctor Who, you know, but of a movie I saw when I was a child. Another movie with a setting hidden amongst ordinary New Yorkers, and which was far, far more horrifying than it thought it was.)

(when the monsters came for me, they did not wield claws or teeth or guns, but those little silvery sticks)

*My brain insists on referring to Kowalski as a “companion”, because Newt has the same accent as Matt Smith and once that’s gotten you to start seeing Newt as the Doctor, it turns out to be kind of hard to stop.


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#in conclusion: #entertaining movie #will make you side-eye your water bottle #amnesia cw #oh look an original post #Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them