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I want you to know that I pronounce your username “hinkle vinkle” in my brain ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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So there you are, number one employee at your company, team lead, bringing in more profit by yourself than the rest of the employees combined and everyone knows it. And then one day, against the advice of all the other team leads, the CEO violates a safety measure, and yeah, people start dying.
Everyone knows it's the CEO's fault. Everyone knows how to fix it. But the CEO does nothing, digs his head in the sand, and pretends like shit is normal. And people are dying.
So you, young hotshot that you are, call an all hands meeting and get a specialist to explain what the problem is. It's easily solved, but it will cost money, and that money is going to have to come from the CEO.
The CEO throws a shitfit. He doesn't want to solve the problem. He doesn't want to admit under overwhelming evidence that it's his fault. But he agrees to do so under one condition--he's not paying to fix it--you are. He's taking your bonus and you can get fucked. As it turns out, the CEO thinks you fucking suck.
Not a single one of your colleagues protests on your behalf, probably because they know that if they speak up, he'll just take their bonuses, too.
So what do you do? Do you continue working for Mr. "idc if my employees die as long as I get mine?" Do you quit? Do you take the wealth you've accumulated working for this guy and go home? Do you stab the worst boss you've ever had in front of every other employee at the company?
Anyway that's book 1 of the Iliad
lol I thought this was gonna be about the Government defunding OSHA.
The rapacious and arrogant greed of idiots in power is the oldest story we got and it has not changed
Slight correction: the oldest story we've got is about meeting your perfect mirror image, having gay sex with them, becoming a better person, and then having a mental breakdown and trying to become immortal when they die.
I mean the main character of that one is also a rapacious arrogant idiot in power so I think it does still count.
The Straw Manikin
Artist: Francisco Goya (Spanish, 1746–1828)
Date: 1791-1792
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid, Spain
Description
Four young women laugh and play at blanket-tossing a doll or manikin in the air. The latter's movement is the result of their caprice. Its carnival origins are visible in the use of masks and joking, but the blanket-tossing of a doll is used here by Goya as a clear allegory of women's domination of men. The subject is frequent in the artist's work, and examples can be found in his engravings from the Caprichos and Disparates series. This painting is one of the cartoons for the tapestries in Carlos IV's office at El Escorial , and it clearly reveals characteristics common in his last cartoons, such as a softer color and the use of contrasting light to mark depth, clear here in the doll's silhouette, which stands out against the background.
“They’re trying to convince people they can’t do the things they’ve been doing easily for years – to write emails, to write a presentation. Your daughter wants you to make up a bedtime story about puppies – to write that for you.” We will get to the point, she says with a grim laugh, “that you will essentially become just a skin bag of organs and bones, nothing else. You won’t know anything and you will be told repeatedly that you can’t do it, which is the opposite of what life has to offer. Capitulating all kinds of decisions like where to go on vacation, what to wear today, who to date, what to eat. People are already doing this. You won’t have to process grief, because you’ll have uploaded photos and voice messages from your mother who just died, and then she can talk to you via AI video call every day. One of the ways it’s going to destroy humans, long before there’s a nuclear disaster, is going to be the emotional hollowing-out of people.”
Justine Bateman on AI in this article from The Guardian
It's punk to be a good person 🦸🏻
Ghost lotuses.
writers be like; anyone gonna write this story? and then not wait for an answer. and then not write it either
Arnegger. Detail from Summer Landscape, 19th Century.
Too bad the prophet Cassandra never met Odysseus
They say if she made a prophecy Nobody would believe her
I’ve gotta say, that is exactly the kind of stupid thing that probably would circumvent a curse.
Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You won’t believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: … I’m Nobody. Fill me in.
*A couple of months later*
Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, she’s great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother who’s not going to treat you like shit.
Penelope: … I’m going to need more details, but okay, sure.
Cassandra: *in tears* I love you, new family.
Cassandra: Penelope, I’ve had another vision.
Penelope, sighs: Go tell your father.
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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
there could definitely have been improvements but the only one i’ll say is that it would have been cool if inhoe was hongrang. because then you can have mujin be the one who killed jaeyi’s real brother which is a better twist of the knife and also you still achieve the feeling of hongrang having been there all along. but because he’s mute he can never speak for himself while everyone uses his name to suit their own ends
happy children’s day 🌻
I love it when the unreliable narrator begins to trip and reveal the flaws in their story and themself. I cannot explain how much I adore them. The moment you realize that "wait, something is not right" and start to rethink the whole book is the absolute best thing to happen to you while reading. You just know the reread will be even better.
writing tip #3829:
finish
wanted to draw a building! was watching detective conan! voilà.
I made my first ever timelapse of me drawing this and the results shocked me: it's kind of boring watching it immediately after finishing the drawing. like yeah. I was there, I know what happened.....