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Deregulation just means a shittier version.
things in phm that really tickled me as a marine biologist:
the concept of star-eating microbes causing a crisis and the solution being the introduction of space wolves to space yellowstone to control the space elk population. i love a good trophic cascade
dr ryland grace immediately pitching "turn the spaceship into a giant centrifuge to generate gravity" and then not balancing his actual centrifuge later on
the entire "life is reason" scene really
grace forgetting to open the mystery alien container in a fume hood AND immediately sticking his nose in it. if we did this in chemistry lab we were executed on the spot
academia drama being one of the cornerstones of grace's character
grace switching through every spectrum setting on the microscope to try to see into the astrophages and not being able to (relatable)
also: the astrophage dying and grace going "ohhh it died..." (very relatable)
grace having his not-scientist buddy Carl to give him frank solutions when he's overthinking. yes, often the solution is just to put the box in another box
copious duct tape usage
just sticking a filter into the path of the petrova line to collect astrophage goop
eva going "so it's alive" when grace tells them the astrophage are moving, and him being like "WELL ok that could be for a lot of reasons" in the tone of someone who doesn't even know where to start explaining why that's a hasty assumption
grace referring to the first new astrophage as his and carl's baby multiple times (HIGHLY relatable)
humanity's greatest hope being a teacher. humanity being saved by grace's ability to find novel ways to communicate well with others -- something that made him excellent as an educator, and enabled him to bond with rocky
Hell yeah CLRG!
we got august this week
And also
ppl are so annoyingĀ āyou canāt paint ur bedroom pink youāre an adultā i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to āthink about the futureā
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as ā14 year old girl purpleā (through whatās wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I donāt know, even if theyāre not what I want as an adult). They didnāt believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a ādark purpleā, it would be ādepressingā. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, āOh yeah, thatās really pretty.ā (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck āem, please yourself. Either theyāll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be āmatureā about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that Iām 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, Iām just like āmarriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.ā If they donāt like it then they donāt have to come to my wedding.
https://xkcd.com/150/
I would like you all to view my office. Iām thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
Iām thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesnāt mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESNāT MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
GROWING UP DOESNāT
MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I have told this story before, and I will tell it again, because I am An Old now and repeating stories forever is our prerogative:
When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc ā Iām very picky. But this was the final, ārealā trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.
Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And Iād decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,
āOh my god.ā
ā¦in perfect chorus.
I did not realize up until that moment that shocking a crowd of strangers with my paint color choices was a life goal, but at that moment I felt an absolutely overwhelming sense of achievement.
This is the door to my garage. It used to be white. Live your best life.
Mischief the cat says āWho goes there?ā
Every visiting friend says āThis is so cool.ā
If youāre looking for an excuse to do some decorating that will make your soul sing, this entire thread is your sign to do it and donāt look back!
This is the door to
my garage. It used to be
white. Live your best life.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Iām 35. I have been told my place looks like maybe a LP fan lives there.
Not sure what they mean.
When I first moved into my place, I painted the spare room, that eventually became my office, lime green, the kind of lime green that glows down the corridor when I open the door - The colour was only available as an āaccent colourā in the section of paints intended for childrenās playrooms, and in the shop I got a lot of āOh your son will love this!ā And from people I knew I got a lot of āOh well, youāre 21 now, youāre basically a teenager, this is a terrible idea, youāll hate it and need to pull out all the furniture to repaint it.ā And I have to report that I am now in my forties and my office still looks like this, and it makes me smile every time I see it.
this is such a modern idea, too
not decorating trends; those have always existed. but the idea that color and decoration is inherently childish
this is the dining room at the Eustis Estate in Milton, Massachusetts, from 1878 (where I used to work, briefly). the walls are TEXTURED MICA SHIMMER on a green background. Adult Space For Adults!
A jewelry shop in Paris c. 1901. kids canāt buy jewelry!
who can forget the classic 1950s colorful bathroom? Iām not a huge fan, but still! adult space! bright colors; decorative designs!
meanwhile āyouāre immature if you like Art Nouveauā is a hot take Iāve really, seriously seen on this webbed site (only once, thank the gods). I donāt know who started this, but Iām going to kill them
I think a lot of it stems from the ubiquitous Waterhouse prints that were sold on college campuses for 20 years. like why would I get a free pass if it were Monet instead Western culture is stupid. The entire point of being an adult is breakfast for dinner and cake for breakfast and dying with the most toys.
instantly decided to reblog when i got to GROWING UP DOESNāT MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
The examples of decorated homes above are both either modern or upper class, which makes it easy to dismiss because āsure the rich people have beautiful homesā and āsure, modern middle-class people have lots of color in their homes.ā
So hereās two examples of traditional Norwegian farmhouse interiors. You know. The kinds of places peasants live in.
This type of painting is called ārosemalingā and today you usually find it on, like, carved wooden bowls and such that are only used for decoration. But back two centuries ago, it was very common to find the interiors of homes covered in it, in projects that were painted little by little over the decades. Because itās beautiful to look at, paint is the cheapest way of decorating your house, and what else are you going to do on the long winter nights when itās too dark and cold to work outdoors?
But mostly, they did it because it made them happy, and it was beautiful.
Those old peasants were on to something, I think.
I painted rooms in my house these colors and some people had doubts:
I have been SO HAPPY.
My wife painted the walls of my studio ORANGE. Glorious sunset orange.
I have always wanted a room that was an amazing color and this one is mine.
When we decided it was time to paint our home, we wanted something that very much marked it as ours. I think we accomplished that!
Least brain damaged orange cat
a scene must be included PRIOR to sex where the characters READ their birth certificates OUT LOUD so the reader will know they were born on the SAME DATE to avoid any disgusting AGE GAPS
i was thinking about the weirdest phone calls i got when i still worked at the public library and i remembered this one phone call. it was probably less than 20 seconds long, but it still makes me laugh.
anyways, this woman called and without even saying hello after i said the usual āpublic library, how can i help you?ā spiel, she said, āi have a very important question: when you shelve books, do you push them all to the front of the shelf or all the way back?ā
it took me a second to process the question and then i answered that, at the library, we always shelve them so that they are even with the front edge so theyāre easier to grab and see. she was obviously delighted by this answer and then, as if an afterthought, she asked, āokay, what about you? what do you do at home with your books?ā i said i did the same thing. she hummed in obvious agreement and then just like that she said āthank you!ā and hung up.
i never heard from her again. i hope she won whatever argument she was having.
for about a year, i worked at a call center for sprint. i have a similar kind of story. a woman called, and said she had a question about the call history on her bill. āsure, let me just pull up your account-ā and she cut me off going, āno, no, itās not anything specific, itās just. so, if you change the time on your phone, does that change the time on the bill?ā āuh⦠no? the time on the phone doesnāt matter, the call history is recorded by the towers.ā āohhhhā she said in the saltiest voice i have ever heard āso even if you changed the timezone it wouldnāt change the time on the bill? to, say, the middle of the night?ā i stg yall i looked into the camera like i was on the office. āum⦠no? it would still be the local time of the tower. is there anything else i can help you with?ā to me, overly chipper: ānope! thank you! have a great day!ā turning on someone as she hung up: āshe says yoUāRE A LYING SACK OF-ā i still mean-snicker every time i think about it.
i used to work in a call center for a roadside assistance company, from late 2015 to early 2016. it was easily the most miserable job iāve ever had, and the turnover rate was very high. people stuck on the side of the road tend to be quick to anger - understandably so - and it wears on you after awhile.
so i had been having a string of very time-consuming, draining calls. my line rings again, i steel myself for another angry caller, and i pick up. ā[redacted] roadside assistance, how can i help you?ā i chirp, in my Customer Service Voice.
āyeah, hi,ā a gentleman with a thick southern accent responds. āmy motorcycle wonāt start.ā
i brace immediately for another long call. motorcycles were notoriously difficult to work with - a lot of insurance companies wouldnāt insure them, and a lot of tow companies refused to pick them up because they require a specific sort of trailer.
āiām sorry to hear that, sir. whatās your current location?ā
āoh, iām just at my house. i was wondering if it would be okay for me to just load it into my trailer and take it to my buddyās shop. would that interfere with my insurance?ā
i click through his account and am Relieved to discover heās in the clear. āNo sir, it looks like youāre good to go. Can I help you with anything else?ā
A pause. āHave you heard the good news?ā
My Anxiety, which had been receding, suddenly spikes into the fucking stratosphere. I live in the rural south. The āgood newsā usually means āJesusā and i was in no mood to be proselytized to for god knows how long.
i steel myself for the Religious Talk. āWhat news, sir?ā
āMcDonaldās is now serving breakfast all day!ā
I laughed so hard I almost cried. I hope that guy ate as many hashbrowns as he could.
Once in my old private school with only like 20 kids maximum, we started having a debate about this:
Iām not kidding.
One kid had a bag of goldfish crackers, and everyone somehow started to yell at each other about if the main fish is yellow or orange.
I became one of the spearheads for yellow, and my argument was that yellow was the base color and the orange is being used as shading, so itās not actually orange. But the kid who was the spearhead for orange (letās call him David) WOULD NOT listen to me. (he was always an asshole though, so itās not too surprising)
This got so heated that the one guy who was in my grade (letās call him Paul (half the kids had bible names anyway)) was looking at the back of the bag and found a phone number. I think itās supposed to be there if thereās a problem with the food or something, but he thought heād try to call to see what theyād say about our dilemma.
I donāt know exactly what the person told him at first, but Paul explained the situation to them and then they put him on hold for a couple minutes while we waited in suspense. I have no clue what they did to fact check this for us, but they pulled through, AND IT WAS YELLOW!!!!!!!!!!! EAT SHIT DAVID!!!!!! >:DDDD
We broke into a cacophony of either joyful cheers or enraged disappointment. Iām not sure if the person who answered our burning question could hear us, but I hope they did and got some joy out of it.
I would have been on the side of goldfish being, ya know, GOLD.
I just saw a video title on YouTube that said something like āWhy is glass transparent?ā And thatās an interesting question and Iām sure itās great that the video exists but my first thought was like āBecause glass is terrible, obviously.ā Because itās unwieldy and letās out warmth and needs to be heated to hundreds of degrees to be shaped and turns into hundreds of tiny daggers if you drop it. Why the hell would we bother with that if it didnāt have some magical quality like being totally transparent despite being solid? Glass is transparent because if it werenāt, weād use something else.
looking through my āmeā tag and this is apparently what I was thinking 3 years ago
If youāre still curious we did not start working glass for its transparency.Ā It was most likely started as a sanitary concern.Ā Glass is easy to clean with soap and water, once itās cleaned out you can use it again for anything and no germs or flavor from the previous meal or drink will remain.
Other materials at the time, namely clay, would absorb flavors and germs meaning that if you ate beef off a clay plate your next meal with that plate could have beef flavor and microbes common on cow meat on it.Ā That would leak out seemingly at random no less.Ā Heck imagine a sick person coughing into their soup bowl and then months later their germs hiding in the clay would pop out to infect whole new people.
Also the earliest human use of glass we know of is for its sharpness.Ā Pre-historic people would use volcanic glass as sharp knives for food preparation.Ā Also beads.Ā Pretty much any new substance humans get their hands on for most of our history we immediately try to make into beads.
The fact that it could become see through was a side benefit.
this is amazing and Iām really glad I reblogged that old bullshit post because I got to learn this
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I love this picture so much! Post it whenever I come across it.
Inner Mongolian Child
The little girlās name is Butedmaa and she was just 5 when this picture was taken in 2003 by Han Chengli.
(I used to have a printout of this at my desk at work because I just loved looking at it so much.)
i firmly believe that one of the reasons tumblr latched onto project hail mary so hard is because we're all so obsessed with the dead wife trope lately and grace is his own dead wife. half of the book/film is grace experiencing a dead wife montage about himself and that's beautiful to me