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I think this is just a trend everywhere but I've been very frustrated this week by how much admin work is being outsourced to me as the patient/customer.

My orthodontist tells me I can make an appointment with the surgeon. I call the surgeon. They tell me I need a new referral. I call the orthodontist. They do a referral. I call the surgeon. Referral didn't come through. They tell me about their special unique system we have to use. I call the ortho again and walk them through the referral. I call the surgeon. They say the referral was missing some details so they have to do it again. I call the ortho.

The insurance company calls me about repair shops. I give them the name of the repair shop which I already gave them yesterday. They say they're not in their system but I can use them, but I have to call the repair shop to ask them to contact the insurance company. I call the repair shop and they say the insurance company is supposed to email them.

I feel like at a certain point these constant fetch quests become unreasonable?? Is it too much to expect these groups to communicate with each other instead of making me run back and forth between them???

clonerightsagenda

Made this post and then the new property manager (who started on Monday and only finally emailed us today because I sent a vaguely professionally hostile email to her boss because I hadn't heard anything and was not convinced she existed) asked for a list of open action items which her predecessor should have had but apparently wasn't keeping track of, which I learned when I met her boss and provided her with the list of open action items, which I guess tragically died in a fire in the last 2 weeks since she was sitting at my kitchen table, being menaced by the skull. How many people's jobs am I doing now

hlahlahlahlahly

The phrase arrived in my head so completely formed and concrete that I couldn’t believe it wasn’t already established in the lexicon, but at

clonerightsagenda

It has a name!!!

toskarin

do you think insight can be gained about an author from the stories they write?

no. authors are like squids and can only be understood through spirited but ultimately futile combat

fiollaigean

god firefly had it all. the soundtrack. the way every costume looks like it was pulled straight from a goodwill. zoe and mal's whole deal. the terrible chinese pronunciation. sex work being the most respectable and unionized profession of the lot. spaceship cargo hold full of cattle. "shiny." teenage girl with mysterious unexplained psychic powers. old traveling preacher with a mysterious unexplained past. chekov's compression coil. "pretty spry for a dead fella." wash's slutty little hawaiian shirts. kaylee and inarra's whole deal. mark sheppard is there.

taraljc

once you notice the lack of Asian actors--not even background--you'll never be able to watch it ever again, tho.

(and this is coming from someone who was deeply involved in the fandom and wrote a genuinely stupid amount of fanfic, I can't even think about it without wanting to bang my head against the wall.)

beatrice-otter

And let us not forget the Reavers! The ones Joss Whedon straight-up compared to Apaches! (Or rather, as fulfilling the role that Indians filled in 1950s westerns.)

taraljc

I saw that vid premiere at VividCon and you could hear a pin drop.

ETA: I really wish I had spellchecked my ElJay comment that ended up in the fanlore article that I just read in its entirety for the first time.

probuccalfat

these women did wonders for the “i’m single and i like it that way” community… i’m having a sexy ass life!

unfuckablebogtroll

lizlemondyke

it’s funny cuz it’s true

aurelia-which-means-sunrise

[ID/ Post by @/bobo_circus

the concept of character actors is so funny like. Hollywood had to come up with a term to differentiate hot people and people who are good at acting /end ID]

naamahdarling

That has to be the most humiliating way to describe one of Earth's most terrifyingly effective predators.

sapphic-and-stupid

Picture of her from the USA Today

teaboot

I would let her kill me for sport

vaelus-malewife

shower-thoughts-last-responder

shamebats

The OP uses he/him pronouns.

questcequecestqueca

She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.

Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.

Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.

The record label will never put her name on the album.

Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.

The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.

Carol could do it on the first try.

She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.

But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.

That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.

She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.

Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.

She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.

The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.

For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.

Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.

And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.

But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.

Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.

And the world didn’t know her name.

clevermanka

She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.

the-succubus-lilith

@demilypyro

netherworldpost

Pride month is nearly here and the queers need the money you were going to spend anyway on bits and pieces

If you are going to buy pride merch, consider going to that web shop you have bookmarked that you've been meaning to shop at but never got around to it.

"Will they ship it in time?"

it does not matter

look into my beautiful blue gray eyes and notice the way the subtle wrinkles accent my middle age and listen to my gentle, wispy voice when I tell you

it doesn't matter when it arrives

your support of somewhere between pocket change for a sticker to the equivalent of lunch at a restaurant that you spend in an independently owned shop is the line between:

them closing

them celebrating in a tiny way

them surviving

them doing well

them thriving

them building queer spaces in the economy

this is not a guilt post

this is not a "you should spend money--"

from the title of the post

"...money you were going to spend anyway..."

Your choosing a small business and saying "hey this may not arrive in time quickly" is a significant portion of supporting that business, becuase they do not have Big Box Retail mechanics

Your choosing a small business and saying "costs a more but is still comfortably affordable" similarly so

I am a cold hearted business person whose love for money is only secondary for my love of happy, thriving people in an enriched environment that serves and protects the entire population always in every form and structure

(which is honestly the source of my love for money, because it directly leads to people happy and thriving, protected and supported)

(if i could waggle my fingers and live in Star Trek I would but I cannot)

(I tried it) (it didn't work)

so the economic incentive

to this post is quite simple:

happy, thriving people doing business is good for the world

If you want to show your support and/or identity

and planned on doing that with a bauble sticker shirt pin keychain art print whatever

the queer shop you have bookmarked in your computer is a great place to look

If you want to read about your support and/or identity

the local bookstore in the queer neighborhood of your community is a great place to go browse

and/or the library, leave us never forget that these are for some fucking bullshit reason under attack, too, okay sticking to the point lest I start coughing up blood and/or throwing bricks

If you want to see your support and/or identity

the local theater in your community that shows queer films is a great place to start

etc. etc. etc. etc.

Paying a a few cents or dollars more at a store that directly aligns with the values you have in your heart for something you were going to purchase anyway -- listen to me -- is a direct action support to keeping their lights on in hard times and allowing them to grow from "survival mode" to "thriving mode" in good times

i know that it sounds simple

maybe even too simple

and it's literally this straight forward

"I can't because--"

solid

i'm not here to guilt or request or demand justification

from anywhere about anything

live your life

this is a discussion point me @ me me @ you

"Big box ships faster. Do I need it faster? Big box offers free shipping, and is cheaper. Can I spare the extra few bucks?"

sometimes yes

sometimes no

thems the breaks to being alive

I say this as someone who loves money (see above qualifying statment) and whom loves Doing Business (my current job is extracting cash from rich people for queer art, great gig, highly recommended)

at least 1/2 Doing Business is "I am here, right now, with the thing you're looking for, with agreeable terms."

literally that direct and forward

WHEN you can bend what you consider agreeable terms to the realities of small business -- slower shipping, a drift towards higher prices, they have to special order it rather than it be in stock etc. --

you are directly creating a change in the world towards the shifts you want to see

this is the "doing your own dishes, folding the towels everyone uses in the house laundry" version of buying things btw

"okay again I can't because--"

it doesn't matter

there is no permission slip needed to sign

you're not in trouble

there is not a list I'm going to check your reasons against

there is not a reason to have a reason

this is exclusively meant to seed the thought of "when I can, I will"

it doesn't sound like much

it is being intentional

this s AT LEAST 1/2 of changing the world

nudityandnerdery

This Pride Month, remember:

We're here, we're queer, we're really fucking tired so we're just gonna go straight to biting instead of feigning polite confusion if you're gonna be a bigot this time, just so you know.

Happy Pride!

gothiccharmschool

I support all of you biting bigots. Do that.

morggo

2026 - 2025 - 2024 - 2023

in spite of it all, happy 2026 pride.

you can download current and past hi-res versions of these over at my ko-fi (ok to print for personal use): https://ko-fi.com/mxmorgan/shop/freedownloads

you can also snag shirts here which go to various orgs: https://mxmorgan.threadless.com/collections/pride

these get reposted a whole lot from here to reddit to twitter to tiktok and on and on, and i don't personally care whether or not i'm credited. i made these for everyone to use, enjoy, and find meaning in them. i appreciate folks who do credit me, but if able, please at least link to the threadless shop in the previous post - folks can get an official shirt where 90% of earnings go to trans led orgs focused on mental health (which is an important matter in general, but very personal to me) and not from a scam bot site selling AI-churned maga garbage where you probably won't get one anyway. i also suggest downloading the files from my ko-fi - they are free/PWYW and you can use them to make your own shirt, patch, embroidery project, whatever. tips are always nice, cuz i do like a pizza now and then, but never required for download.

final thought - breaking the pride tradition and more than likely won't make a new piece. the top one from TDOV is all i'm making this year. i have my focus on other projects currently and i don't want to force a poster design. these came from a specific head space and my current head space is Very Tired lmao so i wanna work on other things. 👍

despazito

theweirdwideweb

rimonoroni2

unfortunately very true. Doing Better does not always mean never being upset or never being triggered or never having trouble. often Doing Better means experiencing those things and being able to keep going/cope healthily/move on. if you’re in a bubble with no sensation, if you’re numbing yourself out, that’s not what recovering really is. it won’t help you have a happier life it’ll just make your world smaller and smaller until you can’t fit anywhere anymore. gotta learn to make peace with the hard stuff too, that’s the only way to keep going

ktempestbradford

I did not come into Tumblr dot com to be called out in this way.

clonerightsagenda

When I was at the natural history museum, the fossil section had stickers on the glass to engage children - things like "Flap your arms like a pterodactyl" or "Measure your hand against the mosasaurus." However the first of these I encountered, which I found alarming and threatening without context, was a sticker reading "Struggle like you are stuck in a tar pit"

clonerightsagenda

I feel like more bright colors, an exclamation mark, or a more whimsical font choice would've also helped here to indicate that it is a Fun Activity For Children. Instead it felt like getting instructed in my inevitable fate by a road sign

naamahdarling

Fancy and I lay in the grass near the neighbor's yard at 2:00 a.m. The grass is wet, the insects are loud. I sing a sad song to her but change the words at the last minute.

I try to show her the double rainbow halo around the moon. She tries to show me all the night smells. I bring you bad images of both. We all miss part of the experience, yet have a lovely experience nevertheless.

naamahdarling

Go explore the front yard with a friend! It can be an adventure if you let it! Night sniffs!

naamahdarling

Can we not be one beast?

I'm somewhat hard of hearing. She responds to the sound of a bird's feet as it hops up a branch. I thrive on color, work with it every day, and there's a lot of it she cannot see. Her eyes detect motion faster than the refresh rate of my TV. I can taste sweetness better than she can, but she has a whole wilderness of umami open to her that I can't even imagine. She reads the past with her nose, myriad detailed stories unfold for her in a form of chronological and spatial storytelling I will never experience. I can just ask where Daddy has been. I feel and grasp with my sensitive hands, my skin senses temperature everywhere, but through whiskers and fur, she feels the motion of the air across her entire body.

I can see the birds on the power lines at the end of the street clearly.

When she looks up at night, though they are blurry and soft, she can see forty thousand brilliant stars.

naamahdarling

Twenty thousand, only half are visible.

I'm guessing wildly at this, but this is the Large Magellanic Cloud, the best photo I could find showing visibility up to magnitude 8.

Then my approximation of a human view at magnitude 6 from a dark sky site.

Then the same for a cat with blurry vision who can't see all the colors.

Worse than napkin math, but resources for this were strangely hard to find, and I'm not an expert, so don't take any of this as accurate.

But any way you cut it, her sky is so bright and everything is soft and blurred together, like trying to concentrate on something in a dream.

The stars don't move or smell like anything. She doesn't look up while we are outside. I'd be kind of spooked if she did. Instead of stargazing, she spends half an hour cataloging various pisses from the strays and listening to what I think is the sound of the geckos that live in the stonework and creepers.

I cannot perceive these things, but they matter to her, and from the way she lies on the needlework I'm trying to finish, I know she cares about my interests also. The geckos, the pissing, the sewing, the stars, it is all equally important. It all merges in a soft, blurry, bright mass.

We sit in the grass and I get bitten by mosquitoes while she peeps and trills at me in the dark that isn't dark at all.

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