@sinesalvatorem, about the r/k thing that I’m not going to reblog under my no-guilt-trips policy:

I suspect we’re both projecting our own selves onto the rest of society and ending up skewed. (Intellectually I’m willing to believe you’re closer to the truth than I am, although I’m really not sure how we could *tell*.)

I deliberately cultivate cowardice as a way of coping with my violent urges. It’s true that fear holds me back, but there are some things I very much *should* be held back from, and I feel like the price of being also held back from some things I *shouldn’t* hold back from is worth it given the stakes.

(and no, it’s *not* just intrusive thoughts)

I try to avoid anything that might piss people off because that would make it harder for *them* to hold back, and I know how hard that can be sometimes. I try to make it as easy as possible for them to keep their violent urges reined in, and (I hope) they’ll do the same for me, and this fragile truce between a whole lot of murder-monkeys that we call “society” will keep functioning.

(Each approach has its disadvantages, and one of the disadvantages of cowardice is that people who *would* advocate cowardice are, of course, less willing to speak out against the people advocating bravery. As such, bravery advocates tend to stand unopposed. I’ve seen other posts like this in the past, some of them shading *much* further than yours does into “you should exploit situations where people’s fear makes them unwilling to fight back against assholes”.)


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#you want me to be brave? fine. I’ll post this. #(this is the third version of this post I’ve written) #(I tried to balance ”not being more hostile than necessary” with ”the hostility is kind of the point”) #(there’s only so much I can defang a post about how sharp teeth can be) #((I’m not *exactly* angry but writing this post still makes me very aware of how unfulfilling the lack of violence in my life is)) #((but I’d rather have a life whether I neither give nor receive violence to one where I do both)) #((and I’ve made my choices accordingly)) #this post technically qualifies as: #oh look an original post #but is closer to the spirit of: #reply via reblog #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #discourse cw #violence cw #posts I am almost certainly going to regret


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AVOID THE WINDOWS 10 OCTOBER 2018 UPDATE OR RISK LOSING ALL OF YOUR PERSONAL FILES

maryellencarter:

mamoru:

Posted Oct 5th, 2018

Many users are reporting massive data loss following the October 2018 Windows 10 update. Personal files are being deleted and hard drives are being corrupted in addition to several performance glitches. Users who have received the update are reporting all of their personal files such as documents, music, pictures, and videos being deleted following the update.

Some people have lost hundreds of gigabytes of data. These files are completely disappearing following the update – they do not wind up in the recycle bin, they are completely gone. Other users are reporting their entire hard drives or SSDs becoming corrupted, making rollback and recovery of said deleted files impossible.

In addition to the file deletion, devices with 6th generation Intel processors and newer are reporting awful battery life and CPU usage following the update.

Long story short, hold off on the October 2018 update for now. There are too many glitches and way too much to lose. If you attempt it,

BACK UP ALL OF YOUR FILES FIRST.

More information:

Digital Trends

Forbes

Cnet

ZDnet

Again?! Jesus fuckwaffles, I still haven’t gotten back on Win10 after the April update bricked my laptop…


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#PSA #I recommend keeping backups just in general #but now would be an especially good time #and even with a full backup this would still be a huge pain to deal with #(I haven’t booted up my Win10 partition lately so I haven’t encountered any of this myself) #amnesia cw

rationalists-out-of-context:

“Kangaroos aren’t that dangerous! Who do you know who’s been murdered by a kangaroo?”

“Who do you know who’s met a kangaroo and survived to tell the tale?”


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#I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog #kangaroo #death tw #(for the record I *have* met a kangaroo) #(but it was pretty young and perhaps had not yet grown into its full killing potential) #(plus kangaroos found at petting zoos have presumably been selected for disinclination towards murder) #((this post not to be taken as an endorsement of owning pet kangaroos))

ithelpstodream:

 

martinfreemanseyebrows:

desbreaux:

ithelpstodream:

glossymoss:

Omg rly ??

yes! really!

translifeline.org

US: (877) 565-8860

CANADA: (877) 330-6366

Pacific time: 8am to 2am

Mountain time: 9am to 3am

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Eastern time: 11am to 5am

Alaska time: 7am to 1am

Hawaii time: 6am to 12am

Okay so I just got off the phone with them. I talked to a trans girl named Aurora & she was super helpful! She gave me a few doctors to talk to & encouraged me to seek therapy instead of just rushing to get my pills. She literally found a trans friendly therapist in my town & I would definitely recommend giving them a call!

Check out their website for monetary help here! People can apply for ID assistance in the form of microgrants, which I previously had no idea about! Also trans folks can train to be a hotline operator, how awesome is that??


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#gender #the more you know #not as discoursey as it first appears

tremorbond:

Shitpost-level take: the true divide in this debate is between autistic people and people with ADHD.

If you can’t deal with lots of noise, touch, and people in general, obviously you aren’t going to like public transit.

If you can’t deal with sitting still and putting continuous boring low-level effort into keeping control of something, you’re not going to enjoy driving.

(NB: obviously this is wrong, still a fun idea)

 

slatestarscratchpad:

I don’t think this is obviously wrong. Maybe I should make it an SSC survey question.

 

towardsagentlerworld:

The other obvious divide is “people with carsickness” vs. not. I can’t read or look at my phone as a passenger in a car without feeling nauseous, but I can do those things in a train just fine.

(And yes, I’m an ADHD person who strongly prefers public transit.)

 

evolution-is-just-a-theorem:

I have very bad carsickness as a passenger but none as a driver, and I believe this is relatively common. So I don’t think this can fully explain it

 

moral-autism:

I’m autistic and anxious and buses are better than driving because I’m not responsible for avoiding collisions? I can usually reliably get a seat, often one with an empty neighbor and basically always with a courteous one. Usually the loudest thing by far is the machinery and nothing smells bad. I notice my stops. I avoid the one bus that’s always late. I was more annoyed by buses when I had a 90 minute commute, but now part is on a campus shuttle and so it’s more like 60 minutes with a nice indoor break in the middle.

Then again I’m probably atypically social in public for an autistic, probably due to not hanging out with people enough or something. I reliably end up thanking bus drivers and talking to cashiers about groceries and talking to miscellaneous people about weather.

 

serinemolecule:

Basically exactly this. My problem with driving is the exact opposite of “continuous boring low-level effort”.

I’m driving. The guy behind me is tailgating. I move to the rightmost lane. The guy being me is tailgating. Fuck. Time to panic.

I’m driving. I’m waiting to turn left onto a main road. The main road doesn’t have stoplights or stop signs. There’s lots of traffic. The traffic never stops. The guy behind me honks. Did I do something wrong, or is he just an asshole? Fuck. Time to panic.

I’m driving. It’s a red light, and I’m in the right turn lane. I can’t see oncoming traffic from this angle. I could pull forward into the pedestrian lane, but that’s illegal. I wait. The guy behind me honks.  I pull forward into the pedestrian lane. A pedestrian yells at me. Fuck. Time to panic.

A lot of US traffic intersections are designed so that you can’t actually navigate them unless you break the law. Those are the ones self-driving cars have the most trouble with, unsurprisingly. And they’re also the ones I have the most trouble with.

It’s a many-sided optimization problem, and if I make a mistake, I die. There are so many situations in driving where zero options are perfectly safe, and I just have to choose one. It’s not even the risk of death. I’m perfectly fine risking my life in a taxi. I just hate being the one who’s responsible for not dying.

Agreed.

There are other reasons to want less car-centric societies, but my primary one is “it’s unreasonably cruel for a society to make ‘must be able to spend ~one hour a day, almost every day, making frequent fast-paced life-and-death decisions’ a requirement of full membership”.

(The actual controlling-the-car part, the continuous boring low-level aspects, I have no problem with (indeed, I have even been known to *enjoy* driving on a sufficiently deserted road). Operating the car is easy. Making *very, very* sure that you and another agent *never* attempt to occupy the same space at the same time is hard.)


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#reasons I haven’t renewed the learner’s permit that expired over a year ago #reply via reblog #death tw #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see

allthingslinguistic:

Noam Chomsky: “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously” is a sentence that is grammatically correct, but semantically nonsensical. 

 Me, a Magic the Gathering player:

Ausir on twitter


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#I don’t actually speak MtG #but apparently I’m a sucker for ”colorless green ideas sleep furiously” jokes #(this is the third one I’ve reblogged over the years) #language #Magic the Gathering

garashirs:

one of my favorite tropes of all time is when the author tries to replace curse words with a more ‘family friendly’ alternative or invent new words for worldbuilding purposes but they use existing words that make the whole thing unintentionally hilarious out of context

 

garashirs:

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like these absolute gems, for example

 

garashirs:

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akirakan:

@hayley566 you know what to do.

 

hayley566:

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Take your pick

 

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

“I’m losing the vaping groundcar!”

I now have

The oddest possible mental image


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#language #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(”maybe I would have listened…to you…if you didn’t keep saying ‘shock’…all the time…”)

sinesalvatorem:

mathemagicalschema:

dagny-hashtaggart:

snarkiwi:

New tag game

Type in “I want” to reveal your greatest desire

“I want to believe it’s not butter”

“I want close-knit communities and mutual aid and stronger ties and shit”

not wrong

Ooh, yours is great

>#i want to die

…It seems my tag suggestions have not updated on my no longer being depressed af. Sad.

#i want to try doing this

…well. Empirically correct, I suppose.


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#tag games #meme

spoonierbard asked: You have an ear for meter as demonstrated by your rewriting of various poetry or lyrics. Do you ever write any of your own verse?

slatestarscratchpad:

Not seriously. I can’t bring myself to write serious emotional poetry because it always sounds overwrought and pretentious to me; I’m also pretty private about my serious emotions. I do occasionally compose things for fun. Here’s a poem I wrote a long time ago which I don’t think is online anywhere anymore, called “The Battle Of The Nouns And Verbs”:

The Nouns and Verbs go off to war
Nobody knows what they’re fighting for
No one has heard any insult or slight
But they gather their armies and go off to fight

The Nouns stand resplendent upon the field
They have swords, they have spears, they have many a shield
They have grain, they have meat, they have beer beside
They have valor and honor and courage and pride

They have horses and banners and many a lance
But they stand in one place, and they will not advance
They stand as if they have grown roots on the spot
The Marshal cries “March!”, but his armies march not

The Verbs fill with joy at their enemies’ plight
They yell and they jump and they shout and they fight
They pierce and they hack and they mow and they slash
They thrust and they bust and they shatter and smash

But their army, though valiant, is short of provisions
They lack food, they lack water, they lack ammunitions
They faltered and grumbled and groaned and retreated
Distressed, disappointed, disheartened, defeated.

The Nouns and the Verbs both pitch their tents
And they dig up some trenches and take the defence
The war hasn’t stopped, but they both feel afraid
So they summon their allies to come to their aid.

The host of the Adjectives comes from the West
They are brave, they are daring, the greatest and best
Their weapons are shiny and sharp and long
Their horses are fast and their soldiers are strong.

But out of the East, to the beat of a drum
The Adverbs, triumphantly, finally come
They have carefully planned after war was declared
They are really extremely completely prepared.

Boom! Smash! Pow! Smack!
The Interjections launch their attack!
Yikes! Whoa! Alas! Alack!
The Interjections get beaten back!

You and I, hand in hand
Come all the way from Pronoun-Land
The king there wants this war to cease
So he sends us off with his plan for peace.

But the king of the Verbs sees through our lies
Says the Pronouns are merely the Nouns in disguise!
So you and I, hand in hand
Journey back to Pronoun-Land.

A month and a year and a decade go by
And hundreds and thousands and millions die
And the carnage and terror and bloodshed don’t cease
Till there’s just the verb “make” and there’s just the noun “peace”.

The two of them ponder the cruelty of life
And in vain seek a meaning from all of the strife
And at last, come together, and take a deep breath
And they bow,
And shake hands,
And they…
Fight to the death!


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#poetry #language #death mention