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It’s not terribly mysterious why shit like the load-bearing coconut happens. Usually it goes something like this:

Goal: the programmers have a bunch of data they need to have access to in every scene

Problem: the game engine they’re using does not support a global scope

Solution: create an invisible game object that holds all of that data in its attributes, and make sure it’s the first thing that loads in every scene

Additional problem: the game engine requires every object to have a texture assigned to it, even if it’s never rendered

Additional solution: assign this random stock photo we just happened to have lying around as the texture for the fake global scope object

Result: the resources folder now contains a random JPEG of a coconut that can’t be removed or else the whole game stops working

One might think that this understanding would make load-bearing coconuts less funny, but this is not in fact the case: it makes them much, much funnier.

mr-elementle

I had to make a point and click adventure game using an engine that tied music to sprites, so every location that used the same song was on the same map and you would just teleport around to the relevent area and only actually load a new one when the music changed, and the music was all tied to a picture of me wearing a vriska cosplay because it was the most recent image on my computer when i needed a coconut

nietp

I went to a bookshop and I got dizzy at the amount of books on stuff like “astrological feminism” “reclaiming womanhood through numerology” and all that shit…… One was called “cosmic fanny” or for my french speakers out there, “foufoune cosmique”. I think the fight against patriarchy is going really well

tepot

“But I didn’t and still don’t like making a cult of women’s knowledge, preening ourselves on knowing things men don’t know, women’s deep irrational wisdom, women’s instinctive knowledge of Nature, and so on. All that all too often merely reinforces the masculinist idea of women as primitive and inferior – women’s knowledge as elementary, primitive, always down below at the dark roots, while men get to cultivate and own the flowers and crops that come up into the light. But why should women keep talking baby talk while men get to grow up? Why should women feel blindly while men get to think?”

Ursula K Le Guin, from What Women Know

yvesdot

One night we had a thrilling summer storm… We hadn’t been in the house long, and it was the first time in this house we’d had to close all the windows. In the morning I smelled gas, strong, unmistakable. “I smell gas,” I said to my husband. “I don’t smell it,” he said. He had a friend come over. “Why are you having a friend come over,” I asked, “when it doesn’t matter if he can smell it or not, and none of us can fix it?” His friend didn’t smell it, either. I called the gas company. The gas company employee didn’t smell it, either. He waved his reader around and it blasted off in three places, substantial leaks behind the stove and in the basement. “Always trust a woman’s nose,” the gas company employee said.

Yes, I thought, believe us.

Then, No, I thought, I’m not a fucking witch. Believe anyone who smells gas. If someone smells gas, believe them.

– Jane Dykema, What I Don’t Tell My Students About “The Husband Stitch”