Wondering why this video I shared of a white man with all of his skin showing and his penis prominently protruding in his underwear is not being marked mature... But a Black woman's back fat got marked mature... A Black woman's skin got marked mature the moment I shared it... HMMMMMMM.
(Yoinked this from LinkedIn, genuinely interested in seeing how responses align with demographics) (so far it’s those of us over 35 being indignant but I wanna see how those fully plays out) (it’s cultural and technological history/memory, bruh)
bro do not apologize for the murderbot spam. i watched season 1 of the show and LOVED it and got most of the way through the first book so this was the reminder i needed to actually download and listen to the audiobooks since apparently thats the only way i can read these days.
THE AUDIOBOOKS ARE GREAT, highly recommend, they are very well delivered!
Second the audiobook rec! Kevin R. Free is the voice of Murderbot to me now, he's so so so good. The dry sarcasm of how he delivers MB's internal voice is just so perfect. I've listened to the whole series like 3 times in row already.
Also, if you're trying to get off audible but still want to buy them instead of just use the library (the library is great!), they're on libro.fm and i highly recommend it since you can designate a local bookstore to get a portion of your proceeds
Sometimes I think about how so much of what makes Murderbot who it is comes down to it being a rental SecUnit. When Leonide tells Arada in Network Effect that Company Units have a reputation for being dangerous, she's probably 100% correct. Because of their nature as plug-and-play security for anyone, they have to be designed to be far more versatile than the SecUnits a corporate like BE owns. Three has to be able to secure salvage operations and mining outposts and work with BE's systems and that's kind of it. BE might need its security to fend off hostile takeovers and workplace uprisings, but Murderbot has to be able to do all those things and planetary surveys with unknown hostile fauna, and asteroid mining belts, and whatever the next client might need it to do, and it has to be able to work with whatever other proprietary software the new clients have every single time. It's better at adapting to new situations than Three partly because it's older and more experienced, but also because that's a big part of its function.
And at the same time, Company SecUnits are treated much worse than Three by virtue of being rentals. Many--if not most--of Murderbot's clients didn't want to have any SecUnits, but were required to take them per Company rental agreements for other equipment. Even the ones who specifically did want SecUnits didn't have any investment in what happened to them. They were the equivalents of the U-haul you'd rent to move your couch across town. They just needed to do a job briefly and hopefully be in good enough shape to get their deposit back at the end, but if not, eh. No big deal. Murderbot has never had the same clients for very long, and it's never had to work with the same SecUnits for very long. Every contract changes. Nothing lasts.
No wonder MB loves fiction while Three loves nonfiction. Three has seen basically nothing about reality outside of its job and wants to know what's out there. MB has seen way too much reality and would like some breaks from that shit now, please.
I spent the afternoon arranging our books by size and color (and it’s so satisfying and looks amazing) and my partner came home and stared in shock at the bookcase and then said “i’m a librarian, you can’t do this.”
it has occurred me during this process that apparently not everyone thinks about books by what color they are? like, literally when i’m looking for a book, i picture it in my mind. i have a very…tactile experience with the books i read and idk! i thought everyone did that lol.
my partner was like “how will i find [this book] for instance” and i replied “easy, it’s purple” and he looked at me like i was a witch.
This actually is interesting in terms of information-seeking behavior, which is a thing librarians think about a lot and often actually study (some library jobs require you to publish, and academic librarians, for instance, will often use the students at the college they work at to study how they search for information in order to figure out how to best provide them services).
When you go for an MLS (Master’s of Library Science, which is a thing, and which is usually required for “professional-level” library work [which is also a weird and contentious concept that I won’t go into here]), one of the things you study is the organization of information. This deals with how to determine what a book or other material is “about"—a concept we tongue-in-cheek call “aboutness"—and how to convey that to a potential user of the item and make it easy for them to find. Things like keywords and subject headings, do I put this book about how often wild birds attack aerial drones in with books about birds or with books about technology, if its a fictional novel do I put fantasy in it’s own section or mix it in with all of the other fiction, so on and so on.
OP is organizing books by how they would look for them. OP’s partner is thinking in terms of aboutness. This is a system that works for OP because it’s their personal library: they know basically what books they own and they only own books that are relevant to them, and if they know what the book looks like, that can be a quick way to find it.
In a library that assumes the public (or people who do not own that particular collection of books) are using the collection, that doesn’t work. Books are often re-issued in multiple covers, or re-bound in new covers when they get worn out, and if the user doesn’t know what the book looks like or is expecting a different cover, they’re lost. That’s why non-personal libraries used standardized cataloging systems like the Dewey Decimal System or Library of Congress System to organize a book by what it’s “about”, and then put books about the same or similar topics together, marked with labels and signage so a person unfamiliar with the book or collection can find their way to it.
Basically, OP’s system works for their own personal library, because it’s best suited to how the primary user—OP themselves—looks for books. OP’s librarian partner is coming from a background of thinking in terms of a public-facing collection, where aboutness is the key criteria and communicating it to a user unfamiliar with the collection is the priority.
And yet, while working in an academic library that had a 2hr reserve desk right behind me, we definitely had patrons who might have totally vibed with OP's system. The number of times I grabbed "the really orange one" or "the green one on the middle shelf" or "that one, y'know, with the thing on it" is kind of unreal. And even more unreal is that I usually knew which book they were talking about.
OP is still a monster. Clearly the books should be organized by height
Some notes:
1. There's a hidden reference to a sci-fi movie
2. I'm still not sure if I like the designs, so they'll probably change in the future
3. Yep, SecUnit did bite a technician while it was getting retrieved from Ganaka Pit. The malware order was still active, and it was still free to move.
telecom service providers in india are getting orders from government to shutdown our internet. they might also mass delete the posts and videos online. i know this is not the content you followed me for but please raise voice for the people in india if you can. if you find any posts about the brutality that the police inflicted upon protesters, people seeking legal or medical attention, people needing donation for sanitary pads, food, water, masks, etc. on twitter or instagram, please share it. it's my humble request. this is our last day. they're applying emergency alerts and new rules from tomorrow but today we are standing here in rain raising our voices and we will continue to do so.
a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.
Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol
a short selection of concepts and phrases that used to be commonplace in fandom and we’d really benefit from making that a thing again:
NOTP: the opposite of an OTP (One True Pairing). It is a ship a fan strongly dislikes. The word is a portmanteau of ‘no’ and ‘OTP’ and thus is not a contraction of any particular phrase.
Squick: anything that is a deep-seated, visceral turn-off. Squicks may be shared by many fans or be specific to one; one person’s kink may be another person’s squick.
YKINMKATO, or kink-tomato: Your Kink Is Not My Kink, And That’s Okay: used to indicate support for fannish diversity and to distinguish between disapproval or kink shaming and simply having different taste.
DLDR: Don’t Like, Don’t Read: a phrase used to warn against complaints about an aspect of fic or meta. A “live and let live” philosophy of fandom, which places the responsability for avoiding content one doesn’t want to see on the side of the fanwork consumer, rather that on the creator’s.
SALS: Ship And Let Ship: similar to the above specifically about shipping tastes.
YMMV: Your Mileage May Vary: a phrase used to acknowledge that any given individual’s personal opinion on the topic at hand may differ due to their own tastes, standards, values, experiences, etc.
As the OP points out, all of these crucially imply no moral judgment of what they’re designing.
(definitions lifted more or less wholesale from fanlore’s relevant pages)
I briefly forgot there were normal humans named Elijah and wondered why this person thought they were getting messages from Actual Prophet and Messiah-Herald Elijah the Tishbite.
Scott's not entirely sure what to do with himself right now. He'd told Kip not to come - Scott was used to the casual homophobia threaded deep into the league and its players (and representatives, and managers, and fans, and et cetera, et cetera), but Kip was still… Adjusting.
If by 'adjusting', one meant experiencing the kind of incandescent rage only someone with supportive friends and family could when thrown deep into the hetero-normative, closed-minded echo chamber that was the MLH.
So Scott came to collect his award alone.
The room appeared to have split into three separate groups. Those who hated Scott and everything he stood for by simply existing, those who didn't care either way, or at least didn't care enough to glare at him or approach him, and those who would go out of their way to speak to him. To give a show of support to the first openly gay player in the league. Who, exactly, the intended audience of this show was, he wasn't sure. Probably depended on the person.
Unfortunately (although even his own use of this word was debatable to him), those in the latter section were very few, and very far between, and so Scott found himself playing wallflower. Not entirely away from the crowd, but certainly not part of it.
He hoped Carter wrapped up his conversation with whoever had managed to snag him and made his way back over soon. Scott would feel worse about forcing him to play babysitter if this wasn't how they'd already spent every high profile event for more than a few years now.
Scott is entirely focused on his phone when he hears someone walking in his direction. His eyes widen when he glances up, expecting Carter and being confronted by a different beast entirely.
Scott says nothing. A moment passes. He moves the fingers of his left hand against each other, anxiety flooding into every twitch.
There's another moment of silence. Then:
"It was brave. What you did."
Rozanov hasn't so much as glanced his way since he'd first caught Scott's eye on his way over. He settles back against the same wall Scott's been occupying, staring out at the crowd with little emotion on his face.
Scott's not surprised by the lack of expression - aren't Russians known to be pretty stoic?
What he is surprised by is the compliment. That had to be what that was, right? A little lacklustre, sure, three words - it was brave - but it was almost overwhelmingly positive compared to the shit he'd had to take off some of the other players. And management. And fans.
Christ.
Scott can't claim to know too much about Ilya Rozanov - he's kind of an asshole, kind of a prodigy, and definitely a cocky little shit-talker - but he supposes he'd just assumed he would, at best, be casually homophobic. One of the players who chatted shit about (and maybe to) Scott, but never bothered starting an actual, physical fight over it.
Maybe it's the Russian thing - he can still hear 'Russia is not safe for people like that' bouncing around in his head, thanks Vaughny - or maybe it's just that Rozanov has always been an antagonistic dickhead, but Scott would never have even considered he'd have his support in this. Certainly not that he'd have it verbalised at a very public event.
"Uh… Thanks." Scott says. He's still not really sure how to react to these conversations with his fellow players - positive and negative alike. It's all part of a script he honestly thought he'd never have to take part in, and it leaves him wrong-footed no matter how many times he has to run through it.
Rozanov shrugs, unperturbed.
There's a beat of silence. Another.
Another.
Scott's not normally one to speak just for the sake of it, but, if he's honest, genuine and entirely positive reactions to the scariest and best thing he's ever done are pretty few and far between, and he kind of wants to hold onto it. This weird little connection he now has to Ilya Rozanov.
I came out as gay and you were nice to me about it when you didn't have to be. When a lot of people weren't. A lot of people I would've called friends not too long ago.
"Um, seriously. Thanks." Scott huffs a laugh, trying to inject a little humor into his tone. "Not everyone feels that way about it."
Understatement of the fucking century.
"Fuck them," is Rozanov's immediate reply. Blunt and straightforward and entirely certain. He turns his head to look Scott dead on as he continues. "Good for you. Fuck them."
Rozanov's face is inscrutable but his tone is ringing with finality. He isn't joking, or chirping, or antagonising. He's just entirely on Scott's side here.
It's… Pretty nice. It's really fucking weird.
There's another beat of silence. Scott feels his throat tightening a little with the threat of tears, which is simultaneously stupid and embarrassing.
Then, from a few feet away: "Rozy!"
Rozanov's head snaps around at the call.
Saved by the bell. Sort of.
Rozanov leans off the wall and starts to walk away with as little preamble as he'd approached.
"I still think you should retire," he calls over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "You are one million years old."
Scott's eyes roll on impulse and Rozanov is gone by the time he refocuses.
So, still an arrogant little shit with a penchant for shit-talking, then. Just… Not about this.
Scott being gay is the lowest hanging fruit in that regard, and Ilya Rozanov had just made it abundantly clear where he stood about that. About other players taking advantage of that, too.
What an odd fucking world.
Scott's immediate impulse is to text Kip, of course. So he does.
Scott: I can't believe what just happened.
Scott: Ilya Rozanov is the cockiest little shit in the league. He's an asshole and he's irritating and he's always calling me old as time. He's a Russian chirp-machine who starts fights over nothing with a grin on his face. He just told me I was brave for coming out.
Scott: Craziest thing that's ever happened to me and I came out on live TV by making out with the most beautiful man I've ever met after winning the cup.
Kip's response is almost immediate.
Kip💕 hearted this message.
Kip💕: guess i'll add him to my new list of favorite hockey players :)
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