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Do y'all have any favorite card games?
I know this is the jaded post-irony website and we all wanna be funny, but I am genuinely asking. Please, tell me about a good memory you have with some loved ones and a stack of standard playing cards.
Crazy eights. I remember playing it when I was a kid and it felt so special to be playing with the “grownups”. My mom’s friend called the clubs puppies feet, and that has always stuck with me.
Bioregional Quiz
my balcony blocks my view of the playground, but I heard one child yell "I FOUND A FROG" with a great deal of excitement and now there is screaming, so I'm filling in some blanks
situational update: a little girl screamed "LEAVE HIM ALONE" and now there's noises that sound suspiciously like a child getting wailed on by a wiffle ball bat
further update: parent has been called to the scene. distribution of fault is underway. bat appears to have been confiscated.
bat has been returned under the promise of not deploying it once more against brothers. the pause and "but tell him to leave the frog alone" tells me it will likely come back into play shortly.
as expected, frog was bothered again and frog warrior took up her weapon once more. all children are being collected to leave on charges of acting "like y'all have NO sense"
personally I stand with frog defender on this issue
#justiceforfroggirl
500-pound stained glass crab sculpture by the late Jackie Leatherbury Douglass and her husband John Frederick Douglass, on display in Baltimore's airport
Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by Tilar J. Mazzeo.
Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.
It’s about a bus driver.
It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.
And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.
And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.
and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,
“Where do you need to go?”
And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.
So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.
I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.
We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.
And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.
You can choose to be the bus driver.
This feels extremely relevant these days, and on this post in particular.
i can’t stop watching this
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GO WHITE BOY GO
Does this guy even have bones????
I assume he has, probably stacked in a neat pile in his room, after all, he might need them later even if he sure ain't using them now.
It's somehow been a year since Mistholme ended, which feels impossible but who am i to argue. It warms my heart to see people still mention the show every now and again: people relistening, people finding the show for the first time, and people still putting off finishing the show because they don't it to end.
But everything has to end, so new things can begin.
In addition to Tales From The Low City (and my day job which doesn't count) I've also spent a good bit of this last year working on a new show, and as I've finally begun recording dialogue it feels like the anniversary of my first show ending feels like a good time to finally talk about my next one!
The Night Road is a full cast audio drama about a group of people who travel the Night Road: a place of endless night between the perpetual daylight of towns and cities. Traders, labourers, entertainers and simple travellers, the Caravans and the Road they follow are the lifeblood of the world, bridging the gaps between civilisation... and what lies beyond. They travel so that others don't have to, so the many can live lives of comfort in unending light and never have to brave the darkness beyond the walls. Never have to find out if the bedtime stories of Darklings and other things that go bump in the Night really are just stories.
Of course they are.
The truth is, as ever, much stranger.
Scripts for the first eight episodes are up on my Patreon, where you will able to listen early and ad-free.
Hope you're all excited!
how smart is your pet? (pick one of them if you have multiple)
dumber than a bag of hammers
basically einstein
street smart
average
other
if you respond to this poll Please tell me about your pet’s intelligence in the replies or reblogs or tags or wherever. i love hearing about your pets
it’s the “date of birth: 1303 BC” for me...
“Profession: King (deceased)”
If bro ever decides to come back to life, he's all set and in the system
....wait why does Framce even have that law???
We don't. What is called a "passport" here is actually a collection of documents related to the preservation, transport and authorizations related to antiquities and human remains. But it's much more quirky and nice and different to call it a passport, it's better clickbait. Also, that picture fake as shit, that's a modern-type card, which did NOT exist in 1974 at the purported date of emission. For reference, here's a picture of a passport issued to the Egyptian president Sadat in 1979, which has a VERY different look.
And yes, the text is printed in Arabic and French, which is apparently a tradition in Egypt I did no know about.
Speaking of, you will notice there the presence of Arabic text, unlike on Ramsesses II's purported passport. That there is actually a fake made in 2018 and reshared in 2020. And if you're curious, the requirements to get a dead body into France nowadays are the death certificate, the certificate of non-contagion (because pandemics are very much a bitch to deal with), and the identification documents of the person, which just so happen to include a passport, yes, but that requirement is more administrative than legal, and since the person presumable travelled, they have a passport anyway.
As for transporting to France the remains of a person that never had a passport, effectively importing the funeral (if you'll forgive the image) I will admit I don't have the faintest clue, on the grounds that this is a rather rare occurence and honestly I'd be surprised if it happens more than once a year tops.
So, in short :
Picture fake (too recent for emission date, no arabic text)
Ramsesses II has no passport, but he had transportation documents related to his status as an antiquity and member of Egypt's cultural legacy
France asks for dead people's passports more out of administrative convenience, and because they were alive recently enough to have HAD a passport issued to them
France does not ask for the emission of passports for people dead before the state currently responsible for the area they were burried in existed
Please everyone like/reblog this version of my post or even this version
I don’t want to spread any more misinformation about this
Hat tip @english-history-trip love this! Live action adaptation!
am taking perverse pleasure in reminding people it's 2025. that's a star trek year. silly little science fiction number. except it's happening, and DANG ain't it underwhelming!
for Gen Z folks who didn't live through it:
the late 2000s to mid 2010s were culturally, a time of a resurgence of hope. I don't think we seriously realized it at the time (for all the Obama campaign posters), but it honestly was the last period in recent history where it was assumed the future would be better.
that was a big thing, that many millennials didn't realize was a big thing, until it was torn away. we honestly thought it was over, the fear and uncertainty of the Cold War and the Nuclear Age (and Bush 2.0). we were born in an era of reprieve. things were bad, yes, the world was insane and unfair, but it was better than it was before. the world had been at the brink of ultimate disaster, and then it stepped back. (And we honestly thought we had escaped our parents' legacy, by sheer virtue of being born in the correct decade.)
I cannot overstate how much that shapes your worldview, growing up in a time where the recent present is better than the recent past. we had reason to believe the world was getting better. because it was, actually! for a good while there! progress was slow, but it was real, and we could feel its grit on our fingertips.
and now we're in an age of regression. because you were robbed. we were robbed. a great global era of robbery (of housing and food and time and health and body and freedom and fundamental human rights), has blossomed, and is happening everyday today.
be furious. they will steal the teeth from your gums.
SO BITE WHILE YOU STILL CAN
it’s the “date of birth: 1303 BC” for me...
“Profession: King (deceased)”
If bro ever decides to come back to life, he's all set and in the system
....wait why does Framce even have that law???
what's that one thing where they asked how ripely from alien was so realistic and believable as a female character in scifi for once and they were like "well we just took the dude from the original script and made him a girl and changed nothing else. it works bc men and women are the same?" and people were like "woah no way" and then didn't learn anything from that for 20 years
"how do you write such believable men as a woman?" "how do you write such believable women a man?" and the answer people who are good at it always give is "i just write people. were literally the exactly the same. do you think the opposite sex is some sorta totally different animal???" and people respond "woah that's wild. yea i do. and im not gonna stop thinking that goodbye :)"
Lots of realy cute cats. Last one is one funky cool cat
I'm amused at the ones which finally took him out
guys what's your methods? personally i think about doctors examining me, works like a charm
So today I watched this interview with the Star Trek: The Next Generation cast and they demonstrate the phenomenon "space ship acting"
and they all go
and it just cracks me up, ESPECIALLY Sir Patrick Stewart
I love when they just throw themselves across the room
Jonathon Frakes said that once during one of these scenes Patrick Stewart leaned over to him and said “I’m a Shakespearean trained actor you know”
