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BEHOLD, the Possinator!
There aren’t enough possums this Oposstober, so it’s taking matters into its own hands to make more…
Mutuals comment if you wanna get possified >:}
First up is @nixiescribbles,,,
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A seemingly silly gesture is done for the sake of safety.
doctors should do this, although perhaps with less yelling.
I liked this a lot and was going to tumbl it myself but you beat me to it.
“In the rail context, when train drivers wish to perform a required speed check, they do not simply glance at a display. Rather, the speedometer will be physically pointed at, with a call of ‘speed check, 80'—confirming the action taking place, and audibly confirming the correct speed.”
Reginald Braithwaite:
If you don’t point to the knot on your harness when calling out that you are tied in, and we don’t audibly call out “On belay… belay on” to each other, we aren’t climbing together.
These exact same rituals have been developed for climbing because everyone, experienced, and inexperienced, can make mistakes.
The greatest climber of her generation (of any gender!), Lynn Hill, opens her autobiography with the story of how she was distracted while tying in, and nobody thought to check her, because, well, she’s LYNN HILL.
She climbed 75’ up an easy (for her) warmup climb, called for tension on the rope, sat back, and fell the entire distance to the ground. She was very lucky to survive.
Rituals are an important part of safety.
My theory is that this extends to subtler forms of safety, like ‘not burning out from overwork, shooting up your office and taking a bus full of tourists hostage’. The coffee/cigarette break gives an opportunity for decompression and self-reflection in much the same way as prayer.
Writing “CORRECT LEG” on a patient’s left leg before surgery might seem silly but it’s a lot better than the alternatives
“what idiot wrote RIGHT LEG on the left leg? stupid nurses…”
a lot of pilots often do this as well, though it’s not quite on the same level of being a general rule as with Japanese train companies, but it totally helps
Yeah, if you listen to actual pilot radio chatter, the popular conception of it in media is totally wrong. Pilots/ATC almost never say “roger” to affirm a command, they always repeat the command back with their callsign to be sure they got it right, e.g.
ATC: “United two-one-four, turn heading one-eight-zero, climb and maintain four thousand”
Pilot: “Turn heading one-eight-zero, climb and maintain four thousand, United two-one-four”
That way if the pilot heard it wrong they can be corrected, instead of just saying “roger” when they could have the totally wrong idea of what to do and no one would know. Safe system design is all about including rituals like this.
The call-and-response is important. Two people can have a conversation and think that they are agreeing but have completely different takeaways.
DJ: all the ladies in the house put your hands up!
ladies in the house: *verbally confirm that their hands are indeed up*
I recall a story from the daughter of a military pilot, whose dad would always say the words “you have control” when he handed her back her baby - and wouldn’t actually let go of the baby until she said “I have control” back to him.
so i took out the trash today like the good house husband i am not, leaving behind the rank smell of long forgotten noodles and the regrets of two people with memory issues
i, like any good tumblr citizen, remember the tales of the person who put two cups of vanilla extract in their oven so i did the sensible thing to get out two Caps of extract
just then, inspiration struck. a bolt of lightning straight from the muses themselves, if i could use vanilla extract.... who's to say i couldn't use other extracts?
i scoured the cabinets, i knew my partner had secreted away some illicit non-vanilla type extracts for baking, and i found it.
hidden in the back of the cabinet was a lone bottle of mint extract
i emptied my two caps with abandon into an (oven safe) glass dish and gleefully set the oven for 300 for an hour
all that was left now was to wait for the sins of the mind to be purged by the mighty mint leaf
ten minutes in... starting to smell kinda like a thin mint
fifteen minutes in, i take a nice deep breath of lovely scented air and i am greeted by searing burning minty pain
i launch myself towards the kitchen, every step closer to mint hell, every orifice on my face burning with the freezing righteous flame of menthol
im fumbling for the oven mitt to rid my home of this foul demon, i pry the oven open and am hit with a blast unlike anything else
i feel what that vine kid taking shots of mouthwash feels, i was seared raw, my tits were blown clean off, and it was just me and that devilish beguiling minty fresh taste
quickly dumping the rest into the sink i ran towards the door, begging for the sweet sweet smell of un-minted air
learning nothing from this encounter, i dare to try once more, with the tumblr-approved extract this time
wish me luck
update: the vanilla has finished cooking, it now very much smells like the pillsberry doughboy fucked a thin mint
doesn't hurt tho so.... improvement?
#congrats on commiting chemical warfare against yourself
I hope this shows a little more clearly how the oil lamp in Prometheus's base works.
We are on hour ten of burning from just one fill of the little oil reserve. We'll see how long it takes to burn out....
The video camera is plugged into the VCR, allowing it to record itself being poked and prodded.
GIF’d version of Vide-Uhhh! (2005)
you are literally so so so right you’re the most correct ever
too much // not enough
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY🎆🎇
Super fucked up that I can’t be a master-level expert in knitting AND woodworking AND silversmithing AND embroidery AND soap making AND spinning AND -
“Who would ever want to be immortal? Can you imagine the loneliness, knowing that there’s no one else like you, cursed to outlive -” shut up!! Some of us have shit to do and aren’t cowards!!
seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know
clearly someone has never experienced the sun breaking through the clouds on a bone-chillingly cold day. it really is like a hit of crack when you've been shivering outside for 8 hours and a beam of sunlight hits you like the grace of god
It's like we all collectively forgot as a society that friendship and just connection in general takes effort. Even if you meet someone you immediately click with, it takes hanging out about 20 times (!) to become friends. And guess what, some of those 20 meetings might be awkward or unimpressive.
We all want to reap the benefits (having a friend circle, having a partner, getting married) without doing the work (going to events, interacting with people, learning to handle conflict maturely, dating). Myself included. If I could, I'd never leave the house or go on another mediocre date again... except, that's part of the process.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, the cure to the loneliness epidemic is touching some grass and building tolerance for tedious in-person interactions.
Cathy O'Donnell, motion picture actress, decorating a cholla cactus for Christmas at La Fonda Hotel, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Creator: Columbia Pictures Corporation
Date: ca. 1954
Negative Number: 055664
forgot to post my version of the story...