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Mike Driver
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AnasAbdin
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
if i look back, i am lost
@theartofmadeline
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Jules of Nature
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@fidgetyhands
I think disability justice would be easier if abled people understood that being disabled is a mixture of all three of
I canât do that without negative consequences
I canât do that unless I have support for it
I canât do that
and that trying to treat one of these as if itâs another one will get you nowhere.
A typical run-of-the-mill jolly sergeant for @twoidiotdetectives
idk at the end if the day maybe I really am just a curmudgeon but you simply will never convince me that mayor, senator, governor, or president are entry level jobs that can be done well with zero government or policy experience and the tremendous arrogance it takes to think they can should be disqualifying in and of itself.
you can get addicted to a certain kind of spreadsheet
People who knit, how do you typically count rows?
Stitch markers
Pen/pencil and paper
Row counter device
Row counter app
I donât count rows/just by measuring/reading my knitting
Other
I donât knit/results
I ... count the rows. Even if you're writing the rows down as you do them, you still need to count the rows (or just say "I dgaf about number of rows" and measure). Are you going to rely on your ability to record the row every single time, or are you going to just use the app/row/counter/pile of smarties/pencil & paper etc to tell you when to count the number of rows?
(I know that proper knitters measure their work, but I can't be arsed to carry a measuring tape around with the socks I'm working on, so I have row counts for the socks I normally make so that I know that the leg is 83 rounds and the foot is 80. I frequently put locking stitch markers into the work every 10 (or 20) rounds so that I can have a better idea of how much I've done, and don't need to count all those rows every time.)
It depends.
I only count rows if I need to, which is usually because I'm doing two of something (socks, sleeves, etc) or I intend to do this project again and want good notes. I usually count rows in the first item only after completing that part of the garment.
If I'm doing something with a stitch pattern, I find counting instances of that pattern easier than counting rows. For instance, one of my current projects has a cable with an eight-row repeat. I will not count rows on this project. I will probably at some point count cable repeats.
I generally don't mark things off every row. If I'm doing a complex pattern that changes from row to row, I usually know which row of the chart I'm on, but I rarely mark up the chart about it.
âWhy are you scared of datingâ Iâm not scared of dating, I just havenât found anyoneâs company to be more enjoyable than my own. And also I donât care
I just don't want anyone to steal my very cursed amulet
Also the amulet
Is that you talking? Or the amulet? Are you SURE a new hand doesn't want to touch the beacon?
The amulet and I are not currently looking for a third
I saw this perfectly in my head and had to recreate it
Holy Shit
i feel like some of us on here are treating "sometimes disorders can cause harmful behaviors" and "you are responsible for your actions" as mutually exclusive concepts
like, many disorders & disabilities notably affect behavior, communication, and relationships, as does stress, discomfort, and hardship in general, and we should give people a little grace when theyre going through a tough time. but also, if you repeatedly hurt the people who care about you and make no effort to apologize, or improve, or make up for it, or even just own up to it, those people are under no obligation to endure being treated badly
Ah yes, the three genders
I love used bookstore labeling.
aka the Phil Foglio Section
I like that, in this classification system, Fifty Shades of Grey is about dirigibles.
âMusk talks about Mars as a lifeboat for humanity, which is among the very stupidest things that someone could say,â says Adam Becker, an astrophysicist and author of the book More Everything Forever, which outlines the messianic, sci-fi fantasies of the tech oligarchs. âThere are so many reasons why itâs such a bad idea, and this is not about, âOh, weâll never have the technology to live on Mars.â Thatâs not what Iâm saying. What Iâm saying is that Earth is always going to be a better option no matter what happens to Earth. Like, we could get hit with an asteroid the size of the one that killed off the dinosaurs, and Earth would still be more habitable. We could explode every single nuclear weapon, and Earth would still be more habitable. We could have the worst-case scenario for climate change, and Earth would still be more habitable. Any cursory examination of any of the facts about Mars makes it very clear.â
What Youâve Suspected Is True: Billionaires Are Not Like Us
I really like sci-fi stories where people have to go off and terraform a planet, or figure out how to rebuild civilization after some disaster, or ideally both. "The last ark-ship leaving Earth right before it becomes uninhabitable" sort of deal. But lately I've been coming around to this same idea, that it will always be more practical to try to save Earth than to try to start over elsewhere.
I was reading one story where the apocalypse was impossibly-rising oceans. Like, water is appearing from *waves hand* the Earth's crust or something, and literally all dry surface land on Earth is going to become underwater in X years. Part of the story was about a giant research project to invent FTL to send a few hundred humans to a nearby star which might have a habitable planet. You know what they were hoping to find? A planet with liquid water. Their plan was to descend from their starship and restart civilization using just the tools they brought with them, on a world with no life and no breathable air and the wrong gravity and the wrong temperate and the wrong sunlight and the wrong day-night cycle, just because it had liquid water. You know where else has liquid water? The flooded Earth you just abandoned. Instead of researching starship technology, you could have spent that time loading up all the same civilization-restarter tools into boats.
And this is really true of any futuristic apocalypse scenario. If you can terraform Mars to have a thick oxygen atmosphere, why not just do that to Earth? Even if you smash an ice comet into Earth and destroy basically everything, Earth will still be more habitable than Mars! It'll still have roughly the right atmospheric pressure, and magnetic field, and heat balance, and it'll still have whatever life the comet didn't kill... Same with a starshade to cool Venus. Same with excavating asteroids into city-stations. Same with abandoning Sol System entirely and heading to another star. If an ark-ship arrived in a new star system and found Earth-but-choked-by-climate-change, the crew would be ecstatic. They would never have thought to get that lucky. So why bother with the trip? Just stay and fix the damn Earth.
The serious reason I have reservations about referring to someone doing art or writing in response to a shitpost as "fanfic" of that post is it feels like it's contributing to the erosion of the term "fanfic" to mean "any media that's in conversation with any other media", which is functionally meaningless because all media is in conversation with other media. At best it's a prompt fill.
The unserious reason is that if doing some writing in response to a Tumblr shitpost counts as as fanfic of that post, the list of people who've written fanfic based on my work includes Eliezer Yudkowski, and I'm not 100% sure how I feel about that.
Accept that this your legacy
Honestly, as contemptible legacies of my online presence go, "had a prompt filled by the Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality guy" probably ranks somewhere below "coined the phrase 'humans are space orcs'" and "convinced people to start shipping Tony the Tiger with the Grinch".
As summer is approaching, Iâd like to remind everyone that you are not entitled to ask someone to cover up their scars, self inflicted or not. I donât care if theyâre big, I donât care if theyâre noticeable, or purple, or all over their body, or what. You canât police peopleâs bodies.
This also goes for my friends with feeding tubes, ostomy bags, central lines and urinary catheters. People are allowed exist in bodies that stray from the expected norm.
From Veronica Tucker via Pinterest
per anonâs request, i present to you THE best version of beatriceâs monologue in much ado about nothing. i thought about cropping this but decided this scene must be watched in its full glory
Whatâs really cool about this is this is the first version of this scene that Iâve seen where the tone doesnt whiplash wildly which is so hard to do!!! Bc itâs a scene that comes directly after some rough public shaming and it is both a love confession scene and a scene where a woman asks someone to kill someone and the love confession IS funny but Beatriceâs monologue is not. A lot of the other versions- even well beloved ones like the 2011 version with David Tennant and Catherine Tate- do this scene and there is emotional whiplash, audiences often laughing when Beatrice begs Benedict to kill Claudio. To see it done this way??? Oh my god the line read on âif a were a man, I would eat his heart in the marketplaceâ DESERVED that cheet
crazy how if you do your chores and obligations first thing on a day off you can enjoy your free time more than if you feel like youâre procrastinating your chores and obligations the whole time. i will not be learning from this experience
mcmodernslopcore
Howdy, howdy, folks.
For many years (ten now, about which, more soon) McMansion Hell has featured many prominent and diverse atrocities from all over these great United States and sometimes beyond them. However, most of these posts have consisted of houses built during the McMansion Era proper -- from the 80s up through around the early 2010s.
This is for a number of reasons. First of all: I like these houses because they are insane. Second of all, they are indeed quite different from one another -- they represent the owner's idiosyncratic if poorly rendered desires and fantasies. They are heavily psychologically loaded buildings. One family dreams endlessly of Tuscany, another wants to recreate the mall. All interiorize previously exterior forms of consumption.
These houses were also very expensive to build compared to their contemporary iterations: all real, solid wood cabinetry and trim, wrought iron railings, marble floors, elaborate murals - none of this is cheap. This is not to say that I'm nostalgic for the classical McMansion (though many are) only that it, like, most other facets of architectural and everyday life, have become progressively cheaper and more bland.
The McMansion never truly goes away. It merely changes shape over time. One of the shapes it currently takes is a particularly loathsome imitation of contemporary high architecture (specifically the kind of houses architects love to build for celebrities in California) executed in the most wretchedly parsimonious manner possible. It feels cheap to use the word 'slop' but their indiscriminate nature - the way they have no regard for why or how the things they imitate even work - allows it. Of all the building forms that could be generated with AI, this is the most likely. At any rate, behold:
Yes this is a real house. Yes you can buy it for $6 million in, yet again, Barrington, IL. It has 5 bedrooms and 5.5 bathrooms totaling 11,600 square feet. But most importantly, it looks like dogshit. Ten layers of Photoshop have been used to gussy it up which makes it appear entirely ersatz. Were it not for the interiors, I myself would have trouble trusting my own eyes. Part of the reason it looks so unreal is because the design itself is absurd, as though someone created four equally ugly vessels and threw them up one by one.
In 2017, in a now-deleted essay for Curbed (RIP - they destroyed the archive) I called these types of houses McModerns, simply because they were McMansions dressed up in modernist garb, which they wore no differently than they would Neo-Tudor or Mediterranean (broadly construed.) These houses don't warrant a new neologism, but they do feel like a degraded or perhaps even gonzo version of even that old concept. Slop works fine too, especially because half of what's in these images isn't real.
Much fascinates me about these houses, however one of the most unique elements vis a vis the last 30 years of building is how overtly and almost hostilely masculine they are. Anything that can be construed as feminized - color, softness, ornament - has been ruthlessly purged. They also rip off tech industry minimalism which only ads to their bro-ey nature. While previous iterations of McModernism (think new builds in Colorado with fake wood exteriors) scream dads with IPAs, these houses scream Reddit to me. They are Elon Musk-adjacent in sentiment.
By the way, this is what that room looks like without the fake furniture. It's basically a sunroom.
Whole Foods would like to call in a robbery.
Because these houses are designed by men, for men, no one involved has learned how a kitchen works. Many are calling this setup the "grindset tiktok video kitchen." This is the kitchen you see in those day in the life of an AI startup founder videos your algorithm forces you to watch against your will.
Virtual staging is actual literal slop. In fact, one can say that they were one of the first iterations of the ontological crisis we now face, one of the first instances where one is forced against one's will to question reality, what one sees with one's own eyes. Beyond that, I think virtual staging is literally a form of lying. You can use it to make a space look bigger or smaller than it is. In this it also has a lot in common with AI. This dining room has nothing to do with the world I'm living in. These chairs are not my problem.
It's actually AMAZING how much of what's in this house, beyond the furniture, is fake. Every single material is fake. The stone is aluminum paneling. The plants are plastic. The concrete is printed on some kind of surface (as evidenced through its repetitive pattern), though it's hard to say from just pictures. I don't even trust the floors!!
Ok if you haven't read Kelly Pendegrast's amazing essay "Merchandizing the Void" about how houses are all like stores now, HERE IS THE LINK. Some ideas never die, they just evolve, king. Like you.
Please, I'm very cold.
Unfortunately there are no pictures of the rear exterior of this house, so this is where we will have to conclude for today. That being said, these houses and their antecedents are developing a design language all their own that will, in time, be as culturally rich to us as the houses of yore. The problem is they are less visually interesting. They are houses made to scroll in and scroll right by. Expect to see more of them here, but only if they have something, anything to say.
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This house is a cybertruck
[Video description: Gritty is turning the crank on a flagpole to raise the Progress Pride Flag. He gesticulates angrily that the flag is not blowing in the wind, then gestures offscreen. The flag begins blowing. As Gritty begins raising the flag more, the camera pans out to show a man in a suit and sunglasses, looking like a stern Secret Service agent, is holding a leafblower that points at the flag. End description.]
