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So Tumblr exists again, and apparently has a for you page? I guess that means it shows me your old posts, my old posts, and every time anyone has used the word "coward." I'll sure be posting whatever dumb tumblry thoughts I have again.
you don't know how much of a coward i am 🤧
https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.infinitycow.eplay
At least turn anon off you fucking coward
mercer is a spineless coward LOSER!!!!
Coward - Someone lacking courage to do things or handle difficult tasks.
who are you?
who is this?
Keep Politics out of video games!
Princess Bride (the Movie) is about a small, sickly little boy and his grandfather who reads him Princess Bride (the Book). We don't know for sure what the grandfather left out, but from what is depicted on screen, it seems like Princess Bride (the Book) is about a young lady who has a farmhand who after less than a minute of shared screentime is reeking of sexual energy. They kiss, and then he is taken by the Great Pirate Robinson and never seen again.
Coincidentally, she also gets taken by a band of outlaws with a big sailboat, although the sailboat isn't prominent enough for them to be pirates apparently. I guess they're basically pirates. Princess Bride, a.k.a., Buttercup, falls in the water and is nearly attacked by an eel, but it is punched by sir Andre the Giant.
Butt! They soon realize they're being followed! By whom? Whom's to say. Andre collects them all and climbs a rope, triple piggy back style, all the way up the face of a cliff. Skinny masked man climbs faster, because he's only carrying himself.
Lucky for the gang, Indigo Montoya is a master swordsman, and awaits the masked dude, ready to duel. He has gratuitous amounts of honor and doesn't cut the rope so masked man gets a fair fight. He also gives him a minute to rest so they can chit-chat and he can count his fingers (just to make sure). Not only that, but he fights with his left hand. They fight for a comically long amount of time. A Youtube fencing expert has analyzed this fight and concluded that it is fantastic cinematic swordplay, although it would be extremely unrealistic for it to actually last for more than a few seconds. It builds character well, especially since both of them turn out to be faking the whole left handed thing. When our boy Montoya loses, he's smacked hard, but his throte is left intact.
Masked Man moves onto his second opponent, who also fights honorably. It's Andre the Giant again, and little masked man is a bit faster and different in quantity than the giant is used to fighting, so it's an easy victory.
Last up we've got the man who says clitoris adorably and inconceivable frequently. He's got Buttercup blindfolded (for reasons not detailed by the grandfather to the sick boy) and challenges Masked Man to a game of whits. Masked Man knows just what to do, and like a fox from some kind of old European fable, whips out isocaine powder, a deadly poison! He pours it into ''one'' drink, switches them around, and tells his small nemesis to pick one to drink out of. Said nemesis secretly switches the drinks, and when Masked Man says he just lost, a confession was made, followed by laughter, followed by death itself.
As Masked Man falls down the hill (did Buttercup just push him? I don't know), he says "as you wish," his famous catched-phrase. Buttercup rolls down the hill with him so they can cuddle, and then other people show up I think. Are they still being chased? Probably.
So they run through a terrible forest with very few survivors. Oddly enough, they end up being survivors, by hiding in quicksand and fighting gigantic rodents.
But alas, the hunters weren't that surprised after all. You see, they horsed around the forest and caught them on the other side, rendering their escape useless. Masked Man who has since been revealed to be Wesley, comments on one of his captors sixth finger, mentioning a friend was looking for him. He appears to be very self-conscious about his polydactylism and blushes, punishing Wesley severely for his social trnasgression.
Turns out, Wesley had not been killed by the Dread Pirate Roberts, but had become him instead, as many had done before him. If Buttercup had been DPR's daughter, they could have had a great "I am your father" kind of moment, but they forgot to work that into the plot for insense related reasons.
So Wesley gets taken and Buttercup I think has a little more lee-way. Andre finds Indigo Montoya drunk in a small town of who is implied to be nothing but failures and losers, sobers him up, and convinces him to join the quest to retreive either Buttercup, Wesley, or, perchance, both.
They do indeed attempt to save them, but not before Wesley is nearly tortured to death in the place of a memorable but at the moment forgotten name. I'll get it. Indigo finds him nearly dead, and brings him to some doctor, who I'm pretty sure is implied to be Jewish. Not sure what the deal is there. But he's great and he hears that Wesley is in the market for some ''true love'' and revives him, after getting yelled at by his lovable but equally ancient wife.
The three of them venture out to find Buttercup. Oh! She's engaged now, but not in a good way. To maybe the six fingered man or his prince. So Wesley fights the prince, mostly getting stabbed, but also standing up and doing some stabbing himself, Mr. Montoya does a great deal of stabbing for the sake of avenging his father. Oh! It was the Pit of Despair! Of course. He recovered well though. Then they all jump out of the window, wearing secret harnesses to not cause Andre IRL backpain and they horse away into the distance.
The End!
All I want for Christmas is my two front beef
This is reality
My student loans cannot endurance hunt me.
hotmail is a pun on html. that took me a while
Evolution of Folklore
I tried to find that scary story about the hook handed guy and the car door. Apparently someone remembered it barely more than I do and wrote it badly on 4chan and now that’s the only version of the story that exists.
Every now and then the stupid psychology pages I follow on facebook actually have stuff that is fact based. It might be lucky guess kind of stuff, but I am aware of studies backing up almost all of this, with the exception of the “too much screen time,” but it’s more oversimplified than inaccurate. The presentation still somehow bothers me, but I recognize that there’s nothing actually wrong with it.
The Outside World
“Peanutbutter is not poison,” is a phrase I used a few times, refering to the fact that most things are not objectively bad, but will be bad for some people. In a lot of situations that give rise to irritation and negative emotions, you can overcome the allergy to whatever is bothering you. I had a very Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy approach to the world. Happiness and well-being were things we could find inside, since they were inner experiences that we are all capable of. Over the past decade, that’s turned on its head a bit. When I first started to question this, I leaned in and studied Buddhism and learned about Absurdism and all that. I also leaned away and started learning about art, transcendence, legacy, and slightly more external factors that contribute to a sense of meaning. The internal source of happiness led me to be much more transphobic, more politically centrist or uninterested, and was generally a bad influence on the way I interact with the external world on several levels. It didn’t always work either. Meditation and stuff were helpful, but I kept experiencing joy when I was with kids and sometimes when I was conducting or having a good conversation that I couldn’t just think myself into. But the external source of happiness had problems, too. I’d explore the options, do things that were specifically assocaited with the kind of well-being that I felt I needed more of in times of emptiness. But this was just often impossible. It was nice to raise money for charity, it was nice to make positive differences in the lives of children, but these were very dependent on things that were outside of my control. By now, I’ve realized how poverty has limited me for a long time. Surrogacy would have been an options years ago, I could make an expensive but satisfying album, I could conduct my own research with a budget to collect data, things would be fine. The problems in the world that I can’t solve would be easier to solve as well. Climate change, the power of the tobacco industry, disease, every solution requires not only labor to solve, but a bunch of means of production that are very owned already. I’ve connected other sources of emptiness to capitalism as well. Do people with autism contribute to the workforce? Sometimes, but that’s not good enough. I remember being so afraid of being autistic in high school. Being Than or Erin were nightmares, mostly because of how I saw they were treated. I feel that I could better embraced who I was if I hadn’t been culturally conditioned to avoid certain troublesome identities. Autism questionnaires keep telling me I have a mild case, and with a less clinical approach to the neurotype, or an approach that acknowledges a social model of disability and how it relates to autism and allism as conditions that impair communication with each other, it starts to look more like a sub-culture that I just plain naturally jive with. Do I think my way out of the troubles that come from living autistically in a world that values people based on their economic productivity? My life has rough bits that I need to address. The world has systemic problems that affect me and others, no matter how long we meditate. The two interact, and I overall feel that my tendency to take responsibility for my own internal state regardless of the outside world was misguided. In the right doses and situations, the mental skills I developed are useful, but it seems I’m settling into more of a contend dependence upon some aspects of the outside world, some of which I have little to no control over.
It is time to start charging dogs rent.
What y’all doing Thursday afternoon?
