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October 26 2017

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skirtsuit-angel:

this is an example of defamiliarization, where something totally normal, conventional, and ordinary - like honkwiching - is taken and described as something that sounds weird and foreign

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sablestine:

thendyn:

Healthy nutritious breakfast :)

@shorthalt

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midtown120blues:

themathomhouse:

midtown120blues:

my goal is to be completely vaporized at disneyland so they cant take my body off the premises and pronounce me dead offsite

or, bring your own team of doctors and paramedics to pronounce you dead as soon as it happens so they’re stuck with it

I love the visual of me striding into Disneyland all smug with a confused team of doctors

16:22

Stop romanticizing art students

pochowek:

papasmoke:

pochowek:

Stop romanticizing those big black cases they carry around. Who knows what lurks within

well personally i just keep a harmless swarm of tadpoles in mine

Good. none of my business

16:22

jerseydevilslesbianlover:

you know what? the years really do start coming and they really don’t stop coming

16:22

scarededamus:

spookyoboro:

scarededamus:

spookyoboro:

scarededamus:

spookyoboro:

spookyoboro:

I walk into gamestop. I eat the shelves

crumch

Hey. Please don’t eat those.

crumch

I will request only once more. Please do not cunch the shelfs.

your shelf is curmch.

ÇØŒMËÑßLÂXX

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jhameia:

driftingfocus:

anogoodrabblerouser:

disquietingtruths:

universalequalityisinevitable:

Robert Sapolsky about his study of the Keekorok baboon troop from National Geographic’s Stress: Portrait of a Killer.

Thiiiiiiis, people, thiiiis!

1. Kill alpha male types
2. Achieve world peace

Got it.

I’ve actually read a lot of Sapolsky’s work.  He’s one of my favorite scientists in the neuro/socio world.

I just watched the documentary and there is so much more about the troop that isn’t in this photoset—not only does the troop have a culture of little aggression and greater cooperation, but any incoming jerk baboons learned within a few months that their shitty behaviour was in no way acceptable, that the troop only rewarded sociability, and they changed accordingly. 

16:21

orcbulge:

I dont take selfies anymore if you wanna know what I look like you’re gonna have to wait until my very expensive commisioned acrylic portrait is done

16:20

dishonestgirl:

“bisexuals have straight passing privilege”
did you mean bi erasure ?
having people constantly assume im straight or gay based on who im dating or how I dress isn’t a privilege. it’s degrading and ignorant.

16:18

ace-feminist:

extraordinary-arbiter-bluebird:

Laziness: I’d rather sit here than pick up those clothes

Executive Dysfunction: I need to pick up those clothes I need to pick up those clothes why am I still watching this thing on Netflix while sitting down c’mon stand up I need to pick up those clothes I need to pick up those clothes I need to-

Holy shit you nailed it

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16:18

rasec-wizzlbang:

jupitersaurus:

Just to clarify the attack on disco in the late 70’s/early 80’s was truly an attack on the Black and LGBT communities.

It was weird growing up constantly hearing jokes from cartoons and shit about how bad disco was, and hearing disco and thinking “I like this, why do people hate this?”

Now I’m just like “… oh…”

16:17

glumshoe:

rose-and-bones:

glumshoe:

I dreamt that I was invited to this zoo to get a behind-the-scenes peek at the newest baby animal they had acquired. When I arrived, however, it wasn’t a baby animal at all, but a human girl around seven years old.
“What the hell is this?” I demanded. “Is this a joke?”
“Just wait,” said my companion.

The “girl” turned out to be a hyperrealistic robot. She moved, sounded, and spoke just like a real person, but they hadn’t been able to program a complex emotional range into her. She was sullen, sarcastic, and exceptionally rude. Her makers were frustrated that she didn’t seem to be developing correctly and their attempts at reprogramming her had failed or resulted in unexpected glitches. She greeted me by yanking on my hair until I yelped in pain.

“Why am I here?” I asked. I wasn’t a programmer, computer engineer, or child psychologist - I was a fish and wildlife officer.

“Well, you’re good with kids, and we just thought she might connect better with someone like herself. Someone who’s coping better.” When he saw my confusion, he leaned over and whispered a word into my ear, and I suddenly remembered that I was also a robot.

I spent several weeks with the girl, just hanging out and talking about being both a person and a robot, and how they were not mutually exclusive. She was fully aware that she was a machine and didn’t see any reason why she should pretend otherwise and perform acceptable human behaviors. She saw me as a sellout and a disgrace and enjoyed pinching me just to see me squirm in artificial pain. Whenever I’d express something about valuing my emotions because happiness and love are positive experiences worth developing, she’d just laugh derisively and insult me.

With no change in her development after several months, her makers started experimenting with me. They’d disable me, remove parts, and deactivate me to see how I worked, snip wires and reconnect them, purposefully scare or upset me to explore my emotional complexity, and threaten to wipe my memories.

The fact that I was a robot kept slipping in and out of my awareness, so much of the time, I thought I was actually dying.

And then the girl decided to rescue me by straight-up murdering everyone in the room. She took my hand, led me outside, and informed me that we were now robo-fugitives who must survive in the wild. I walked hand-in-hand into the woods with my angry robot daughter.

On an “I am autistic” level, I identify deeply with both you and your angry robot daughter.

If this were a book or movie, I think you could absolutely say that it was a heavyhanded metaphor for neurodivergence.

Since it’s a dream, though, I can’t claim any literary devices or deeper meaning beyond “I looked at a painting of a dying android immediately before I went to sleep”.

16:16
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qualitees:

kernelatorsblog:

qualitees:

cockyhorror:

ok but where can i get this

You can get it here!

what about: the world has bigger problems than girls who were boys and boys who were girls

We made that one just for you!

16:16

notmusa:

i expect ill be able to solve a lot of my problems once my baby brain falls out & my adult brain grows in

16:16

handageddon:

yeah, homestuck is a little progressive. You could say it broke new grounds

16:15

fartgallery:

me when my room is being haunted by ghosts

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16:15

official-mugi:

“You’re getting excited about a video game?”

yeah, sometimes it’s nice to enjoy things

16:14
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taktisk:

suppermariobroth:

In the beginning of Donkey Kong Country’s development, Shigeru Miyamoto and the Rare team both drew initial concepts of what they envisioned Donkey Kong to look like in the new game.

Incel Ape vs Chad Kong

16:14

futureevilscientist:

confession: in the Russian alphabet, the letter х is pronounced like a hard h so whenever I see a phrase like “Sorry for your loss xoxo”, instead of hugs and kisses my brain always briefly interprets it as  "Sorry for your loss HOHOHO" like some jolly Santa Schadenfreude laughter there

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