I still can’t get over the entry in the ds9 sexy firemen calendar that’s just like that one photo of putin shirtless on a horse but recreated with dukat
There’s a calendar?
xjzbdkdb no but it exists in my mind. January is just Sisko standing at a stove cooking in the Starfleet vest and undershirt with his sleeves pushed up, but it degenerates and by December it’s just Quark naked except he’s covered in ice cream
do you want to share the other months? i’d like to know
This whole project is organized by Jadzia, of course.
January: Sisko cooking, sleeves pushed up. He looks relaxed and his smile can warm your heart.
February: Weyoun??? Like five of him
March: O’Brien posing stiffly next to a replicator
April: Odo in liquid form (the only time anyone could get a picture of him)
May: Morn, at his seat in Quark’s, clothing(?) unbuttoned.
June: Bashir doing the Anaconda pose in his silver onesie
July: Captain Boday. His skull isn’t the only thing that’s transparent.
August: Rom, hiding his nsfw bits w the communist manifesto
Okay, I want to break down what’s going on in these posts, at least for me.
The aesthetic being invoked here is of what Tumblr calls “eldritch angels”. “Eldritch”, in turn, calls to mind H. P. Lovecraft, who really liked the word and prior to whom I think “eldritch” was basically a synonym of eerie. But now the word invokes something vast and strange and terrifying, such that the mere perception or understanding of it is dangerous to one’s body or mind.
Lovecraft’s eldritch horrors are representative of an uncaring universe. On the scale of the cosmos, humans don’t matter, goodness doesn’t matter, nothing matters. The universe is huge and amoral and ruled by a blind idiot god.
Eldritch angels, on the other hand, say there is an ultimate and objective source of goodness, that there is a divine plan, but it’s one that’s vaster and stranger than you can understand. It’s not an uncaring universe, but it’s one that cares a lot less about you than you might have hoped. A lot of what’s truly, objectively good is barely recognizable as such or beyond your comprehension entirely.
So in this context, the “angel gf” fantasy does a couple things. First, it flips the script. Yes, you’re a microscopic part of an incomprehensible cosmic plan, but also the angel gf cares about you specifically. You (in particular) matter (cosmically) because you matter to her.
Second, romance is, to a significant degree, about letting in the Other. There’s someone who cares about different things than you, does different things, has a whole life separate from yours… and then all of that comes to be a part of your life too. Like, forget the mysteries of the cosmos, I’m not sure the human mind is capable of truly, fully comprehending the idea of a whole entire life separate from one’s own. The draw of the numinous and the draw of romance are both about taking something outside yourself, greater and more important than you can fully understand, and drawing it close to your heart and understanding it as much as you can.
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#interesting #meta #angels #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what
Mum: …And then you have to move all the stakes around in the sauce so that the flavour gets distributed evenly.
Me: What’s with this talk of “even distribution”? That’s Communism! Do you want us to get invaded again?
Mum: Yeah, yeah. Just keep turning them. Move the ones on the bottom to the top.
Me: For how long? How long must we indulge these revolutionaries?
Mum: For as long as possible. The ideal would be permanent revolution, but I think 10 minutes should suffice.
Me: *takes an icepick out of the draw and brandishes it* You take that back, you Trotskyite!
Mum: *rolls eyes*
Me: Ugh. Why do I even care if the flavour is evenly distributed?
Mum: Because you never know which piece of meat you’re going to get.
Me: ….That is the sanest argument for economic leftism I’ve heard all year.
Mum: Alison, it’s the second of January.
Me: Well, yeah. It’s just that the leftists were hung over yesterday from celebrating the long-awaited overthrow of 2015.
…one wonders why a resident of [Redacted] has an icepick, and in the event that a different object was used, what said object was.
….We have icepicks for breaking ice. Like, I know we’re poor, but did you think we didn’t have freezers?
Oh, is that how people with one freezer get rid of condensation buildup? In my family, we eat enough of the frozen food that the remainder fits into the freezer not being de-iced, turn the freezer being de-iced off, put a bunch of towels in front of the open door to catch the water, and let it melt.
(Mind you, only our secondary freezer gets significant ice buildup. The primary freezer seems immune. If we only owned the primary, freezer ice buildup wouldn’t even occur to me.)
(Owning multiple freezers is a big help for anyone aiming to be on the good end of Vimes Boot Theory (specifically the “buying food in bulk” manifestation), and I recommend it to anyone who can pull it off.)
Some freezers have autodefrost so ice buildup is never a thing.
(of course, the downside of having a lot of freezer space is you have more to lose if it gets thawed *accidentally*…)
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#(January 2016) #conversational aglets #food #adventures in human capitalism
Jonathan Gleason was my friend who committed suicide just over a month ago… and I just found out that he wrote this 800+ page analysis textbook. By himself. Because he was teaching analysis and he was dissatisfied with the textbook he was assigned so he just…. wrote his own.
Even if you haven’t done any math… please just take a look at this. Scroll through it as fast as you like. It’s incredible that he put so much work and so much free time into this… I’m still in awe and I really want everyone to see it. In particular, if you want a good laugh, look at chapter 5 of the analysis textbook. The opening paragraph is SO Johnny.
I really want to thank everyone who has reblogged/liked this, and even anyone who just clicked on the link to check it out. I wasn’t expecting more than a handful of notes on this, so knowing that his hard work gets shared and even appreciated by a few strangers really means a lot.
I’ve taken some of the best/easiest to follow snippets and provide them here, I hope you enjoy them as much as I have:
“Da fuq”.
Oh thank god.
At least he admits when he’s being sloppy.
God, I wish more math textbooks read like this.
And last but not least, my absolute favorite part, the opening to the chapter on integration.
There are so many more tidbits like this and I wish literally all of my textbooks could be written like this.
Jonothan Gleason died Jan 16th, 2018 and it means so much to me that so many people got a kick out of the little pieces of him that are in this book. Thanks for all of the rb’s and likes, I’m so happy that even just a few hundred people got to enjoy his writing and hard work.
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#math #suicide cw #I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog
You know what’s fucked up? Peter Pettigrew could have had a long, happy life if he hadn’t been born into a generation that demanded courage in battle as the precondition of all other virtues.
