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This is the kinda shit that makes god do a mass extinction event
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
who the fuck is emailing me
There are posts for explaining your url but i want one for blog title, so ill just make one myself:
Reblog this and tell us in the tags what your blog title means!
welcome to ‘no note bungus’. reblog and you will feel a sense of accomplishment and goodwill wash over you
nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.
no mi circo no mis feratus
That's because this is Silmarillion
I've found that the best scientific way to get rid of hiccups is to activate your vagus nerve so it relaxes your diaphragm. The way to do that (or just relax your body in general) is with '458'. Gently breathe in for 4 seconds, hold your breath for 5 seconds, then slowly breathe out for 8 seconds. Keep repeating that cycle and the hiccups should stop fairly quickly.
If you press/ hold your chest over the heart with one hand, and press your lower abdomen/stomach with the other hand at the same time, you can also activate the vagus nerve.
you can also have someone gently squeeze the back of your neck to reset the diaphragm but it's a bit hit and miss if you don't pinpoint the exact spot
@dduane has a sure-fire science-based hiccup cure that's worked every time I've used it. Scaring? Laughing? Drinking upside down? Holding my breath? None of those has worked 100% of the time. But Ms. Duane's hiccup cure? Every fucking time.
my cure is slowly drinking orange juice while spinning in a circle and it works every time
I use the tried and true “I’ll give you a dollar if you hiccup right now” on myself. It’s doesn’t always work because I know I don’t actually have a dollar to give me
Me because I got to witness a major historic event but it was a Good One for once
in celebration of april 13, i present all four known photos of neil, who banged out the tunes 19 years ago today
source: theagilerat.com (click right to see all four photos!)
if you like a piece of media that is good eventually youll more or less run out of things to say about how good it is but if you like a piece of media that is objectively pretty mediocre but also somehow deeply compelling thats how the demons get you
They killed Julius Caesar AGAIN today.
every march 15 in rome they restage the assassination at torre argentina. you know. the literal ruins of the curia of pompey. the exact place where it actually happened in 44 BCE.
and then they put his body on a litter and do a whole funeral procession through the city. with professional mourners and everything. they literally blocked traffic for this.
like imagine missing your bus because rome decided to re-kill julius caesar today.
note: i tried to show in the video how huge the crowd was because there were SO many people. also the last part of the video shows the roman forum, where caesar is actually buried. people still leave flowers there.
This is 300x funnier when you know that the ruins of Torre Argentina is now an active cat sanctuary. Just an audience of about 60+ cats watching that guy get stabbed AGAIN
The result of a post I saw on bsky earlier and joking with my friends
You laugh but I named my catboy Eli first and then realised I liked it…
we've got a life to love living.
advice that has literally saved and improved my life
There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it's here. It's here and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we asleep. It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless.
STAR WARS: ANDOR - Rix Road
90s movies: Psychopharmacology is as good as a lobotomy. If you take pills to treat your mental illness it will literally murder your imaginary friends and you will become a boring, lotus-eating conformist drone.
Me after taking my meds: drives the scenic route home to see if there are any geese on the pond and does a little dance in line at the grocery store and comes home to throw everything in my fridge into a stew pot because I can finally taste food again while singing songs at my birds in which I replace all the instances of "she" with "Cheese" and doing a Dolly Parton impression on the phone to my sister
"What were you like before taking the meds tho"
Two weeks ago I was posting about eating cake frosting for dinner.
I feel like it's worth mentioning that being on The Wrong Meds can indeed do the 90s movie thing to you.
Like, if you go on meds and that happens, it's not because whatever's going on with you is jut Too Severe or that you're doomed or only people with Other Illnesses get to have meds that make them feel actually good and you have to settle for "miserable but somehow so hollow I no longer care about the misery" and be grateful you're no longer actively suicidal or whatever.
If that shit happens to you, tell your fucking doctor. And if your doctor doesn't take you seriously, or acts like That's Just How Being On Meds Is, ditch them! Find a new doctor!! Because that is NOT how being on meds is supposed to work! That means the meds are not working correctly!!
Reblogging to agree and say that what was happening to me was (and to an extent still is) severe and was the result of manifold health problems and has taken the better part of a year to effectively treat. I did not expect medication to be this effective. But it is. So if you think that you are untreatable, get a second opinion.
there is a single pill i can take to immediately live a day as the best version of myself-- not a superhero, not a perfect genius, but a good dude who can read and write and do the dishes. im optimistic and coherent and can plan for the future. i write novels and walk the dog and remember to shower and brush my teeth.
if i don't take this pill i spend the day as a dirty, inept husk, a sad sack of well-meaning but futile intentions just sapient enough to be dimly aware of everything im unable to be.
this pill is incredibly difficult to obtain a steady monthly supply of because when normal people take it they have a little more fun at parties.
Counterpoint: At least if I spend the remainder of my natural life as a dirty, inept husk, a sad sack of well-meaning but futile intentions just sapient enough to be dimly aware of everything I'm unable to be... at least I'll know I'm me, not a fake version of myself created by medication. Nor do I have to worry about regressing if I run out, the repeat prescription doesn't come in time etc.
Not dissing OP's choice to take advantage of the meds, but they're not for me.
Hey, so, this is kind of the attitude that made me afraid to take meds that I really benefit from: the idea that who you are on medication is somehow "not really you."
The person I was when I was very depressed did not feel like the real me. That was a version of me that was very ill. The "real me" is the me that is able to dance at stoplights and make art and enjoy food and laugh at jokes. And for now, I need pharmaceutical help to get back there.
The assistance that medication provides doesn't make me any less The Real Me than wearing glasses or taking painkillers. Depression is a physical illness. If you try medication and you don't like the way it makes you feel, then it's not a good medication for you. But you do get to choose, and I'm glad I have the opportunity to choose to actually be myself again.
Kill the idea that suffering is somehow authentic and worthy, and take the fucking drugs. I lost years of my life to this kind of thinking and I have nothing to show for it other than a handful of embarrassing memories and a house full of clutter I don’t want or need. There’s at least five regularly used different classes of antidepressants! And about four more specifically for anxiety! They’re all acting on your brain in different ways and you will have different reactions to each of them! Don’t give up and accept misery because you’ve mistakenly believed the misery is your real personality!
Just to stick my two cents in here. I wasn’t the “realer me” before taking anxiety meds. I was a bundle of constant, debilitating panic caused by a chemical imbalance in my own brain. I was barely functioning. When I got medicated, it was like someone reached into my brain and turned the panic dial from 110% back to normal.
Meds didn’t “dull my sparkle”. I didn’t have sparkle. I had anxiety so bad I spent every day in fight or flight mode, my stomach twisted into knots, my body unable to relax. Now (7 years later), I can make a phone call without spending an hour trying to remind myself that the person on the other end doesn’t want me dead. I can order food at a new restaurant without feeling like the waiter is poised to rip my heart out and eat it.
The same thing happened when I got medicated for ADHD. I like to say it feels like I suddenly realised I was living my life in fast forward mode and someone pressed the play button. Everything slowed waaaay down, but not in a boredom way. It just suddenly got easier to stay in the moment, to move myself into action. I was no longer sinking into my couch feeling like shit while “I need to get up I need to do things why am I so lazy what’s wrong with me” spun around and around my head.
Anyways, tldr medication changed my life for the better and I will take my meds for the rest of my life if it means I never have to be the shell of a person I was before.