i love explaining the etymology of the word "rickroll" because the story starts with "ok, so at one point 4chan applied a filter to everyone's posts that changed the word egg to duck"
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i love explaining the etymology of the word "rickroll" because the story starts with "ok, so at one point 4chan applied a filter to everyone's posts that changed the word egg to duck"
grandfather....
what a beautiful day to not be in high school
This is the like those “remember to be grateful you don’t have a sore throat right now” posts. It IS a beautiful day to not be in high school! Thank you!
(Mouse requested a bedtime story about “nothing.”)
Once upon a time there was nothing, and it lived in the corner of Mouse’s room. There was space between the bed and the cupboard that was big enough for nothing else.
There wasn’t much room for nothing in Mouse’s house. Everything everywhere had something in it, and sometimes more. Everywhere that looked like it might have nothing really had something, like dust or a cornflake or a LEGO head or a shadow, and if it looked like there was nothing for even a moment, someone would come and put something there.
It was very hard to be nothing in Mouse’s house. Every corner had something in it, and if it didn’t, there was a spider living there. Everything was always some colour or another, and usually some noise. Everyone was always putting a book down on you. Or spilling Ribena on you and pretending they hadn’t. Or complaining that there was no room for anything, and shifting about all the other things, but never making room for nothing - only moving it uncomfortably about the house. “Nothing’s ever where I put it in this house,” they’d say, but complaining.
And even when they weren’t doing all that, they were always talking about nothing. Someone would always be tripping over it, and then would yell that they had tripped on nothing - there was no privacy for nothing around here - or they were saying that nothing was wrong. Even when it was quiet someone would say, “did you hear that?” And, “what was that?” And, “it must’ve been nothing.” They would poke it; and then say out loud that they had poked nothing, but never got into trouble for it!
As a result of this, nothing began to feel cross, and put-upon, and uncomfortable. It was also a bit lonely, and wondered if it wanted to be something. So it thought very hard, and was SOMETHING.
This was considered a good-quality bedtime story and Mouse laughed and laughed at the end.
The Amnesty International report that JK Rowling is trying to censor through legal threats.
It can also be found on Google Drive here and on Bluesky here.
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phm is decently popular in japan and i mostly see this when i check twitter and see accounts posting pictures of handmade rocky plushies that are so fucking round looking it brings a tear to my eye
he keeps me sane
btw guys managing your symptoms also means apologizing for things you didn't mean to do. sometimes you do things because of your disorders that you genuinely didn't mean to do, but if it hurt someone you still have to take accountability and make up for the hurt you caused
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Oldest human footprint discovered, made 153,000 years ago in South Africa.
Oldest human footprint in North America, made 21,000 years ago in New Mexico, USA.
Oldest human footprint on the Moon, made July 20, 1969 on the Sea of Tranquility, Earth's moon.
Very true
Good news: if you’re currently laying around and not producing anything, you are a credit to your species.
It’s recently been found that even hive insects rest. Bees will play with colorful toys. Ants sleep for about 1 minute but they do it so frequently it amounts to a few hours per day. Even trees take breaks.
The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.
EVERYTHING THAT LIVES REQUIRES REST. STOP JUDGING YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING A ROBOT.
robots require very frequent breaks! welding machines generally have it programmed in that they can’t run so long they melt themselves. ive overseen two different manufacturing robots now and each of them were fragile, finicky idiots that require constant maintenance and repair. they pause in between moves, in between jobs. you’re always keeping an eye on programming errors, on coolant levels, on heat. you’re always pulling bits of scrap out of joints, sweeping up debris, washing off nozzles and untangling hoses. and even then it snaps a chain and takes a whole morning’s vacation.
even robots need downtime.
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This is our most popular post and we've seen more than one person tag it as "unreality." We understand why one might think that but we assure you: it was not.
These facilities chew you up. They suck the life from you and grind your body to dust to extract every ounce of profit they can.
These places destroy the body, the mind, and the soul.
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trying to search for like the one thing that treats us like any other girl for once!! only to be met with a reminder that we are considered a porn category first. it makes me so very sad and upset.
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imagining a world like this is the first step in making it real. i want to see a world like this become real in my lifetime because tgirls deserve to be girls when they are young.
The Amnesty International report that JK Rowling is trying to censor through legal threats.
It can also be found on Google Drive here and on Bluesky here.
Please save and share this info where possible. This report has since been removed by Amnesty International due to legal threats of libel from JK Rowling. This information is no longer easily accessible.
The Amnesty International report that JK Rowling is trying to censor through legal threats.
It can also be found on Google Drive here and on Bluesky here.
Please save and share this info where possible. This report has since been removed by Amnesty International due to legal threats of libel from JK Rowling. This information is no longer easily accessible.
As It Was
"A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they shall never sit" - Proverb
I want to share with you my blurry memory of an experience I had more than a decade ago, that changed how I see the world.
Back when I lived in Nottingham for my PhD, I was lead singer of a little string band. We called ourselves the Nottinghack Time Band, and we mostly sang covers of random folk music. Songs about love and ships and mining (well... about heartbreak, shipwrecks and cave-ins). This was mostly for our own amusement - making music with friends is extremely fun. We only went on tour within walking distance of the Nottingham Hackspace, and that was it. But we had a decent repertoire of songs we could play from memory, we had some nice harmonies worked out, and at our best we sounded fairly good!
I don't know how we came to the attention of the Cider Club, but that's the experience I wanted to talk about.
The Nottingham Cider Club is an interesting organisation. Old-school socialist vibes - it's a long running non-profit organisation, which for a very long time has operated the same plot of communal land, on which they grow apple trees, the oldest of which were planted by the grandfathers or great grandfathers of people currently in the club. Throughout the year, they work together to tend to the trees. They prune them and cut off the dead branches and pile them up, and when the autumn comes around and it's time to harvest, they all come together to gather the apples, clean them, and press them in home-built contraptions. They ferment the juice in the way their predecessors taught them, and they end up with a large amount of home-made cider. At which point, what else? They have a party. And someone there must have heard we had a little acoustic string folk band, so we were invited.
The sun was low in the sky when we arrived to the orchard - of course the party's held in the orchard, where better? The leaves were beautiful in the golden evening light as we wandered between the trees, planted not in neat rows, but freeform like a forest. We hung out under their branches and chatted, learning about the club and the equipment and the process. I love to listen when people feel happy to pour out every detail of their obsessive expertise. And they were experts - they've been at this a long time. I'm not much of a cider drinker, but this was good stuff, and deceptively powerful. We were soon in a state where it wasn't too scary to be playing music in front of people who until recently were strangers. So we played. As the sun went down, the people collected the dead branches together and made a bonfire, which we sat around as we sang our songs. And as the cider went down, the people got up and danced to our music.
I remember, towards the end of a song, feeling a great joy about the music I was making with my friends, and how well it was being appreciated. I looked up at the stars in the cold night sky, and at the branches of these beautiful trees, lit by the light of the warming fire. I saw the same light on the joyful faces of the dancers, the grandchildren and great grandchildren of the people who planted these trees. These noble trees, that warmed us from without by the fire made from their branches, and from within by the cider made from their fruit. We were celebrating the trees, and perhaps we were celebrating simply being alive.
As the last notes of the song died away, I sensed something within me that felt incredibly old. I thought "Oh. This scene would have made perfect sense to every one of my ancestors, back to pre-history. This is what music is about. This is simply what it means to have a good time, as a human being on earth. This is what it's always been about".
I love modernity. I love having every song ever recorded available to play in high quality at any time for free. I love that we have access to more than one party's worth of cider per year. But this is a strange way to live, and it is worthwhile to sometimes connect with something more like the way things were for almost the entirety of history, when every experience of listening to music was paired with a simultaneous experience of making music. There are pockets of it still to be found, and some may yet be created.
The Circle of Skill Issue
There's a concept in psychology of "Circles of Concern, Influence, and Control"
Your Circle of Concern is everything you care about, including things you can't necessarily affect, like the weather. Within that is your Circle of Influence, containing stuff you can affect but not control, like whether you get promoted at work. Within that, your Circle of Control is stuff you have full control over, like what words you say.
Importantly, the exact boundaries of the circle of control are fuzzy, movable, and usually not quite where people think they are. In particular, I like to imagine a circle that surrounds the circle of control, that I'll call "The Circle of Skill Issue". This contains things which seem like you can only influence them, or like you can't affect them at all, but which you actually could fully control, if you knew how.
Consider this newborn baby
This baby's circle of control is tiny, and doesn't contain things like basic bodily functions, or the movement of her limbs. But the thing is, her nerves are connected up the same as yours and mine - in a sense her body is already "fully under her control", she just hasn't learned how to control it yet.
This continues into adulthood. Some people can roll their tongues and some can't, some can waggle their ears or flare their nostrils and some can't. Importantly, the boundaries here are not obvious. Being unable to roll your tongue feels the same as being unable to waggle your ears - you try to make the muscle do the thing, and it doesn't work. But tongue rolling is genetic - many people will never be able to do it, it's forever outside of their circle of control, or even their circle of influence. Whereas basically anyone can learn ear waggling or nostril flaring, those are both just flexing specific muscles. If you can't control your ears and nostrils, it's not because they're literally outside your control - the nerves are all hooked up, the muscles are 'under your control', you just haven't learned how to use them yet. Such things are in your Circle of Skill Issue. These are things you can learn, and thereby move into your Circle of Control.
How though?
Learning to do this kind of thing usually looks like either spamming random muscle movement signals in the right general area and noticing if any of them cause your ears to move, or doing some conscious motion that includes moving the target muscles as a component, like smiling or raising your eyebrows, and then isolating the specific muscle from that. By carefully focusing on what mental motions cause which muscles to move, and practicing a bunch, you can steadily build up full deliberate control over these muscles.
I'm not saying you should do this for its own sake, to be clear - the reason you never learned how to use these muscles is because it's basically never useful to use them.
But the thing is, these kinds of things can be self-fulfilling prophecies. Practically speaking, you can't learn how to waggle your ears unless you believe that ear waggling can be learned. If you believe it's outside your control, you're automatically correct.
This isn't hypothetical, because... I kind of lied before, tongue rolling is not purely genetic! A study found that for 7 out of 33 pairs of identical twins, one twin could roll their tongue and the other couldn't. This suggests that there are currently large numbers of people in the world who learned in school that tongue rolling was genetic, tried to do it once and couldn't, and then never tried again, even though they could learn if they tried!
Tongue rolling isn't important, but consider the broader implications! You probably currently have things which are fully in your control, but which you think of as fully outside of it! Some of them might be very important!
If our culture holds that something is outside of our control, we don't have a reason to try to learn how to control it, so we can't tell whether its controllable or not.
Some things that we are told are outside of our control but sometimes might not be:
Taste in food - I already know this one is controllable because I've learned how to do it, and now there are basically no foods I dislike
Emotions - I've never felt emotions very strongly so I can't tell whether I'm good at controlling them, or whether I just don't have much to control. Or, for that matter, whether those might be two sides of the same coin
Hiccups/Coughing/Sneezing? - I've definitely just Decided Not To Have Hiccups Any More and had that work
This is all very low confidence, and can of course veer dangerously close to unhelpful and harmful sentiments that amount to "have you tried being normal?", which is not at all what I mean. Many things are in fact totally outside of your control, and the last thing I want to do is encourage people to give themselves a hard time about things they can't change. If you read this and think some variation on "Ah, as I suspected, my problems are all just caused by me being Bad and just Not Trying Hard Enough", then The Law of Equal and Opposite Advice is hitting you really hard and you likely need to move in the opposite direction.
But like, have you actually tried though?
If you don't know how to waggle your ears, flare your nostrils, or roll your tongue, I recommend you try learning it. (Or, if you know all of those, then learn crossing your eyes at will, or going wall-eyed at will, or de-focusing your vision at will, etc). Not because these are useful things to learn in their own right, but because it's useful to learn (or I guess to remind yourself) what it feels like to learn to control something that you previously had no control over.
If you can do that, I do think it's worth experimenting with applying the same general types of mental motions - the moves which would allow you to learn how to waggle your ears - to all kinds of other things that you probably don't have control over, just to see. Just take some time to consider, like "If I assume for a minute that this thing is actually fully under my control, and I just don't know how to work it yet, what would I need to do in order to figure it out?". Maybe you can spam all kinds of random possibly-related mental motions/commands and see if any of them affect it. Or, the next time the thing you want to do 'just happens' or happens by accident, introspect carefully on the experience, and see if you can reproduce any of the mental motions that feel connected to it.
You may have control over more than you realise.