robotmango:

awed-frog:

robotmango:

it’s ninety-nine degrees outside, four fuck-thousand percent humidity, and my husband was like, “i’m gonna go for a bike ride.” and i was like “why. no. why. don’t put us on the news like that. local fool collapses on unnecessary journey. don’t do it.” so he says he doesn’t want to “hide in the house” because the sun is shining. bruh. honeybruh. “the sun is shining” does not cover it. its hot outside. its motherfucking hot as fuck outside. our outdoor plants have been crying into their hands all week. whole cars are melting into the sewer. our fucking patio umbrella developed sentience to ask me for lemonade this morning

@robotmango, you need to work for the weather forecast – this was both hilarious and so vivid it made me stand up and get some iced tea.

this is a great idea, thank you. here goes. my audition tape for the weather channel. dearly beloved. we are gathered here today to have a fucking funeral for the outdoors. it had a good run, with all its creeks and clouds and shit. pretty great. now it’s ten-thirty at night but still ninety-two asshole-sweating degrees and humid as fuck. everything is hot and slimy, like being a “borrower” that got trapped inside a bottle of shampoo and then accidentally microwaved. you can see on my doppler radar that nothing is moving around out there because everything is probably dead. the only alive thing is the mosquito currently trying to drill a hole in my leg. no surprise that all the shitbag mosquitos are fine, since the thermostat of hell is always at the devil’s preferred temperature. this forecast has gotten away from me a little, but in conclusion fuck the sun


Tags:

#weather #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #death mention

brazenautomaton:

ansiblelesbian:

azdoine:

femmenietzsche:

Hmm, time to cause a years-long PR disaster by accidentally starting a rumor that 95% of rationalists have a transformation fetish

It’s true, but only because we’re all trans women

“Accidentally”

anyone who says they don’t have a transformation fetish is just unaware of how many kinds of transformations there are


Tags:

#…honestly that’s a fair point #(I’m sure there are exceptions to every rule and all that but) #I don’t tend to *identify* as a transformation fetishist but I’ve definitely #encountered some transformation porn that made some very good points re: why it should appeal to me #nsfw text? #sexuality and lack thereof

derinthemadscientist:

andhumanslovedstories:

How do people with good eyesight go to sleep? When I’m done with the day I take my glasses off and the world is suddenly a pleasant blur of the most generously monet filter of vision degradation and it’s like. We’re done. You don’t gotta see anything anymore. You try sleeping with perfect eyes??? Seeing stuff????? Sad. Shitty eyesight uncorrected is half a dream state already where you did lose your fucking glasses and you won’t find them till morn but it don’t fucking matter till morn do it

Also people with contacts are strong because we casually remove things from our eyeballs, people with 20/20 vision are coddled and weak and they will not survive when the eyeball touching winter comes

Maybe this is why all my friends with shitty eyesight can get to sleep easily and it takes me 4 hours


Tags:

#I find it goes more the other way #to me it’s not that no-glasses makes it easier to sleep as much as yes-glasses makes it easier to wake up #on those occasions that I have trouble getting up it’s entirely in the part before I put my glasses on #because putting glasses on sends a very strong signal to my brain of ”okay it is Getting Up Time Now and there will be No More Dawdling” #(probably-relevant note: I’m *not* caffeine-addicted) #in a more morphologically free world I think I would get my vision fixed #and then have the lenses in my glasses replaced with non-prescription ones and keep wearing them #I would like the *option* of functioning without glasses but refrain from taking that option whenever possible #my glasses are Part Of Me #even wearing very similar (but not exactly the same model) glasses feels wrong #(at least I managed to find a backup pair whose differences are subtle enough you can’t tell from the outside) #(so if one day I am forced to resort to them long-term I will still be able to look in the mirror and see myself) #(even if I don’t *feel* like myself) #((also yeah one of the *other* reasons I don’t wear contacts is because I’m a wimp)) #tag rambles

Guided By Beauty

acoustonaut:

Also, the things I describe over on @sinesalvatorem wrt doing math super fast or it feeling like beauty aren’t really that surprising when I think about it.

The brain does a lot of math really really really fast. It’s solving equations of parabolic motion any time it tells you where to position your hand to catch a ball. And what does that feel like? Well, it just feels like Knowing where the correct place to put your hand to catch the ball is.

I think that aesthetics is, deep down, about varying levels of that feeling of Correctness. Placing my hand in the right place to catch something feels like it requires the same sense for figuring out what is Correct that deciding where apply makeup or which clothes to wear does.

Certain things just register to the brain as more Correct in certain forms than others, when they need to complement something else. Like what colour of eye shadow to wear, or which top matches my tights, or where to put my hand to catch a ball. Similarly, the integer 27 feels like it complements the concept of 3^3. That they meet in the same place, much like the specific point in space that my hand and the ball intersect.

And while these may all feel like they’re the products of different processes and should be represented as such, I’m not so confident the brain does represent them as different. I think that, at the level of implementation details, the human mind might actually work a fair bit like the Greek philosophers. Where the beautiful, the true, and the good all have the same functional representation.

And I think a lot of semi-conscious thought is just these low-level Correctness-locators printing to stdout. So the sense of one’s eye being drawn to pretty things, and the sense of one’s hand reflexively shooting out into the parabolic path of a ball, and the sense of one’s thoughts turning toward the right answer to a math problem – that all of these are the same kinds of thoughts. But looking at them from the perspective of the conscious mind, they’re hard to understand. (I’m about to start reading How The Mind Works by Steven Pinker and will maybe get some more ideas here.)

But lately I’ve been trying to look really carefully at what I want, why I want it, and how those wants are represented inside me. And I think that, even if not everyone works the way I describe above, I seem to. When I’ve been talking lately about doing the things I really want to do, I could just as well have said doing the things that feel prettiest to me. On the lowest level, there doesn’t seem to be any distinction. The things I want to do will just seem prettier when I think about them, and that will be what tells me that they’re what I want to do. I think beauty is just a catchall attractor in the mind.

And since I started just doing whatever has the strongest feeling of beauty/truth/goodness as much as I can, I’ve been incredibly happy and productive. I can trust that I’m actually doing what matters to me, because I’m doing what satisfies the cluster of mattering. The sense that assigns value to world states and their requisite actions relative to each other.

Being charitable to others is Beautiful. Symmetric wallpaper designs are True. Understanding mathematics is Good. None of these are explicitly true, but all of them point to sense that truth springs from. Comprehend it, and the Dao shall unfold before you. (At least, that’s what happened for me. No idea if it works for other people. I’m just trying to report these internal experiences as best I can, in case they’re useful.)

In a moment of coming full circle, *Alison* is now the one explaining what it’s like to have a mind with certain parts intermingled.

I don’t think I know the above feel myself. Honestly, I’m not even sure I know the *components* of this feel. For all I know, maybe my low aesthetic drive and poor aim *are* linked.

(It doesn’t bother me much: I don’t need to aim very often, and I’ve been able to turn the limitedness of my ability to appreciate beauty into an advantage. Still, it’s fascinating to get a glimpse of the inner workings of someone for whom beauty is clearly very important.)


Tags:

#(context of the first sentence: sinesalvatorem and I first got to talking because) #(she saw my ”people who can distinguish between their drive for sleep and drive for sex fascinate me” tag) #(and was curious what that was like) #adventures in dragon capitalism #(tangentially) #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #the wondrous variety of sapient life

Put a word inside my inbox

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firstofallhowdareyou:

And I’ll tell you a fact about myself based off that word

 

ozeia:

holy shit do this

 

killingiiit:

do thisssss

 

minddiver:

Yeah, I’ll have a go!

 

hypnokittencalico:

Let’s a-go!

 

amhypnotic:

Sure, I’d have fun with that.

 

arihi:

Yes!!

 

banana-pie-gaige:

Yar plox!

 

meltinggoldanddippingthingsinit:

This seems like the type of public interaction I will actually do.

 

tennfan2:

Do this. Dooooooooooooooo this.

 

sex-obsessed-lesbian:

Ooh ooh ooh pick me!

 

arihi:

Again, again!

 

arihi:

*grabby hands*

Distraaaaact me from my problemssss

 

bannableoffense:

yes

If you need inspiration, try asking the “Random Entry” button on Wiktionary for ideas.


Tags:

#ask meme #I’m pretty sure I’ve done this one before #but it’s been a while and of course there are a multitude of words still unused

haedonists:

haedonists:

There’s a bug going round (though I have my doubts as to how much of a ‘bug’ it actually is) that prevents people from accessing their blogs if they go to the blogname.tumblr.com address. Any attempt to access blogs this way (ours, those of others or any kinds of links on the web that lead back to Tumblr posts) results in us being redirected to the main Dashboard page (tumblr.com/dashboard). The only way to access a blog, for those of us affected by this bug, is to go to the Dashboard pop-up view (tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/blognamehere). Of course, the Tumblr mobile app is wholly unaffected. Of course.

Here’s where it gets very fucking sketchy for me:

  • so far, every single user I’ve seen affected by this bug is located in Europe, like myself;
  • when I tried to access several blogs (my own among them) through a US proxy, I was able to do so, without being redirected to the Dashboard
  • I repeat, this ‘bug’ affects European users and I was able to access blog-pages by using AN AMERICAN IP ADDRESS. What in the ever-loving hell, @staff​?

In light of GDPR (and Tumblr being singled out as one of the sites that made it as onerous as possible to opt-out of your data being shared with a ludicrous number of third-parties), I really wouldn’t be surprised if they’re trying to kick European users to the curb in this way / trying to force us to use the mobile app instead. Just the thought of having to pay for a VPN so I can keep this fucking site even remotely functional (remember – no Tumblr content link from the web is accessible anymore – if I click on a link that’s blogname.tumblr.com/post/postnumber, I’m always redirected to the first page of the dashboard) makes my blood boil.

EDIT: Several users in the notes saying that they’re in the US / on US IPs and also having similar problems

It remains to be seen exactly how many American users affected, versus how many European ones.

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NEW INFORMATION: It seems that when a European user tries to access a blog page, Tumblr redirects them to the
/privacy/consent

path. Problem is, this path doesn’t actually FUNCTION, so the user is instead redirected to the root path (/). Which on Tumblr means the Dashboard.

Malice… or abject incompetence? I’m leaning far more toward the latter, at this point.


Tags:

#The Great Tumblr Apocalypse #(I have not been having this problem) #(*knocks on wood*) #((one of many advantages to having a wooden laptop desk))