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Chappell Roan was right. it is like a hundred ninety nine degrees
In 1999, on the 30th anniversary of the first moonwalk, the members of rec.crafts.textiles.needlework shared their memories of the historic event. Transcripts in alt text.
hoping it’s okay to add this but moon landing day always reminds me of this boulder I saw in the National AIDS Memorial Grove in Golden Gate Park (San Francisco, California, United States). The inscribed dedication reads:
Moonwalk Way
Dedicated to Douglas Watson and Larry Silva
Who met the day humans walked on the moon
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An Internet search does not turn up about Douglas Watson or Larry Silva. The most I found is an announcement from the Lily Tomlin Jane Wagner Cultural Arts Center that contained some brief information about the two. They were together for 25 years until Silva’s death in 1994, after which Watson established the Silva Watson Moonwalk Fund to “[help] other people achieve the quality of life they enjoyed.” Watson died in 1995.
There is so much love and sadness and joy and mundanity in the world – the moon eternal, constant within it.
what do you think killed jack parsons?
Jack Parsons. His hobby was making bombs in his garage.
Bro bragged about mixing nitroglycerin with a fork and an old folgers coffee can. His rocket propulsion team was nicknamed "The Suicide Squad" because of their proclivity for blowing out the windows of the science building.
love island should introduce a "scheming eunuch" islander who is like a smart and completely asexual islander exempt from being kicked off or being made to participate in any challenges and they're just there to provide advice and be a sort of sounding board for the other islanders when they need a disinterested party to talk things through with. but the scheming eunuch has secret goals unbeknownst to anyone e.g. a cash prize for talking a certain couple into breaking up etc.
everyone eat more vegetables NOW!!! and mention the last vegetable you ate in the tags so we're all on the buddy system. I'll start: bok choy
the online identity and gimmick-ifying of autism is so odd. I'm diagnosed with autism and yet I barely identify with any stuff I see about it anymore. It feels like autism is being rebranded as the Silly Guy Disorder that gives you smart and beautiful hyperspecific interests. it's not that I mind silly jokes or being lighthearted about being autistic- but when the entire social movement is based around marketing us this way, I just can't help but feel isolated from it. it feels like I'm not the right kind of autistic. I'm not marketable and digestible to common audiences, and therefore I am discarded by the movement in the name of progress and acceptance. it feels foul.
i think "turning into a pumpkin" is my new favorite way to articulate the state of things when I am at a function and very overstimulated and it feels like my brain is melting. it's like no i can't be a person anymore i have to leave i'm turning into the pumpkin. the time is up yeah i gotta go. yeah see u later. pumpkin time.
Evie (my cat) by @gosuperdonnie contains 18 horses
Evie Ahhhh Evie
My Baby Bee Bee Dee Bee
Evie Be Kool Evie Cat
Evies Chatter Evies Dream
Kiss You You Hiss
Evie I Love You
My Baby Bee Bee Dee Bee
This poem was written by a human, processed automatically, and queued to post. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can write and submit your own horse poetry at horsecounterbot.pythonanywhere.com/poetry.
Here’s Evie herself. I don’t know what she’d make of a horse but I’d bet she would treat it with disdain, like she treats all lesser creatures (including humans).
This poem by rat contains 23 horses
I Love
Trans Sexuality
Queer Ness
Public Transport
Fat Women
Bugs And Worms Under Rocks
Holy Hell
I Am So Happy That Not Inn Thee Grave Yet
This poem was written by a human, processed automatically, and queued to post. Click the links for more information about each horse. You can write and submit your own horse poetry at horsecounterbot.pythonanywhere.com/poetry.
Hmmm i disagree with you but i could not possibly wade through the cranberry bog of my mind to verbalize why
having being anti death penalty as one of my core beliefs is fun because it really makes me realize how even progressive people want soooooo badly for there to be a category of people they can kill. I'm sorry but "group of people okay to kill" does not exist.
i had a dream that i was watching two women woefully discussing their romantic prospects & one said to the other "what about the evil coach? you really liked the evil coach!" & the other said in a really offended tone "his name. is Flink."
Good naps will have you sleeping in poses usually reserved for dead insects
boooooooo i hate when educational nature videos call animals that dont do crazy shit "primitive". a slug isnt primitive. it literally does not need to be any more than what it already is. why would a slug need agriculture or complex forms of communication. it has no need for what we think of as "advanced". it loves to eat dead leaf and sleep in flower pot. a slug is so cool
A scene of devastation in Minab, Iran, as parents waited to know the fate of their young daughters after the bombing of a girls' elementary
Seyyed Ibrahim Mirkhayali, a municipal employee from Bandar Abbas, was also at the school gate. His nine-year-old daughter, Zeinab, a fourth-grade student, was killed in the bombing.
“I was at work when my wife called and told me that the girls’ primary school in Minab had been bombed. I could not process what I was hearing at first. Then I left immediately and drove to the school,” Mirkhayali told Drop Site. When he arrived he found a large crowd of parents standing outside. Some were crying. Others stood in heavy silence.
“The atmosphere was terrifying and catastrophic. The parents were in a deadly silence, filled with fear and dread for their daughters. We did not know who had gotten out and who was still under the rubble,” he said.
He said news seeped out gradually from inside the school as search and rescue operations continued. Every name announced changed the fate of an entire family.
“How long are we going to live like this? Why can’t the United States and Israel reach an agreement with Iran and end this war? What happened is a crime,” he said. “Since the last war we have not lived a stable life in our country because of the United States and Israel.”
[...] Mirkhayali recounted how Zeinab had memorized the Quran and was preparing to compete in a recitation competition in Tehran in two months. “I had a great dream for my daughter. She was hardworking and outstanding, and she had memorized the book of God. Her participation in the competition was a source of pride for all of us. My dream died with her.”
I think RFK Junior's "I am declaring war on fat gay kids" might be the funniest thing anyone has ever said. Enlisting in the war on fat gay kids on the side of fat gay kids, it goes without saying
justice and love and protection for all fat gay kids
i went into the tattoo parlor and i was like ‘i scheduled a piercing’ and they were like ‘piercing’s are upstairs’ so i went up the stairs and there was a barber shop and i said i’d scheduled a piercing and they said ‘upstairs’ so i went up the stairs and there was a second tattoo shop and it was rly classic trad with two cartoon buff guys and they didn’t even let me talk, they said, ‘upstairs’ before i asked and then i went to the fourth floor and it was one single room the size of a closet with the piercer and the apprentice in the doorway like 👫🙂🙂