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ok but give me one good reason why you wouldnât date Kermit the frog besides that he is a puppet and a frog
âmiss piggy would make it look like an accidentâ
Someone shot and killed the CEO of United Healthcare on the street in Manhattan. The company is one of the largest insurance providers in the country, one of the 10 most profitable corporations in the world, and is notable for its algorithmically-targeted denial of care, ruled illegal in three states.
The gunman has escaped so far. One suspects that narrowing the suspect pool will be difficult, due to the large amount of people, myself included because of a not-a-bill I received today denying coverage to my hormone panel bloodwork, who had motive.
Hilarious way to announce it
@bunnysmoothie pls post the screenshots.. u know the ones
i did not finish this application
the problem with having a decade old tumblr blog is that there are posts on it from a decade ago
iâve become a completely different person like 5 separate times since making those posts and there are STILL people finding them somehow
welp, today was a mcfucking disaster of minor proportions (in that no one got hurt or sick)
I ordered a new fridge on black friday because I looked at my old one, it looked back, coughed, and said "but I'm fine tho" so it was time. It was to be delivered today, and the old one hauled away. So I work from home, around noon I haul all my food into various cold places (coolers, the outdoors where it's colder than a witch's tit out there...) and then I figure out: my doorbell is broken.
My doorbell is tied in through my damn security system app, and with the 2000 step process to connect a new one, it's just better to go call the security system tech to summon help. the tech arrives, asks me some questions, warns me that if it's an electrical error, I need to call an electrician until I point out: I have done this before, when it gets too cold it cannot function normally, and all I have to do is unplug it from the housing and charge it up before it worked for another few months. This time, the thing won't even CHARGE. It's clearly the doorbell, and I'll have an electrician (me with rubber gloves) fix it this spring. Get the new doorbell SCHEDULED, finally, but as this kerfuffle is kerfuffling, my fridge guys arrive. I have to fight the fridge guys to put the door so it will open towards the rest of the room, and not towards the wall, which will prevent it from opening enough to function. "It will block people from coming in though!" Sir you've never cooked around my folks, that is a gd blessing, put the door so it opens towards the left please.
They put the fridge in. In ALL of this, my cat is terrified, there's loud noises, there's a lot of different voices, I'm tense, there's PEOPLE, so she decides she's going to: go to the basement and find her special secret corner that I do not know about, nor can I fit in, and hide. This is fine, usually after this kind of chaos she comes back within an hour of quiet and everything's fine...
Hour 1 passes while I'm putting the food into the new fridge. No Cat, normal but I'd feel better if I knew where she was hiding. Hour 2 passes and I'm getting sus but working to tell a coworker that yes, actually, we did need to call for that more expensive option and here's why, but no cat. Hour 3: I'm getting hungry, and panicked. It was windy today, it's cold as shit, the cat is still missing, and I just had a couple of contractors that had the doors open. Also there's garbage EVERYWHERE because it was garbage day, and with the wind and the fact that Mrs Kit-and-Kaboodle doesn't believe in trash bags of any sort, there is trash EVERYWHERE outside. I clean that up in my yard, calling for my goober creature, because ffs where is my lil baby? Hour 3.5: a couple friends convince me to do a quiet hobby and eat while chatting with them over the phone to try and calm me down. They're both thinking that if the cat DID get outside, she will find her way back, but it's unlikely she got outside, and they correctly guessed that in this entire damn chaos, I forgot to eat. Hour 4: OUT SAUNTERS, WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD, THE CAT. She does not give two shits about the fact that I was sobbing, she does not care that I had spent 4 hours SCREAMING for her. She stares at me, and then she walks past me to the cat traps I set to go smack the birds on TV.
I did eat. I did finish work. I only cried a lil bit.
I donât really Go Here but u can always rely on this man to read a right wing politicianâs outfit for filth
I mean. Just devastating đ
This man has LETHAL comebacks. Idiots keep trying to get one over on him and he has never missed
Actually no I'm double reblogging this I found the one where he *calls a guy's tailor* to confirm his suit isn't actually bespoke
You cannot win in his arena. This isn't "if you come at the king you better not miss" this is "don't fight a shark in the water"
I gotta add this one
he alerted the FBI about a january 6th rioter because he noticed their ugly shoes lol
this man is a serial verbal murderer, a master of the written word and world of fashion, a warrior of the cloth and seam, and a true take-no-shit king
Fuck office potlucks
So today, today was the office's thanksgiving potluck, and there were signups to bring sides and desserts and breakfast... and all that was well and good, not everyone brought things they signed up to bring but they brought enough.
I brought a cranberry tart, the NYT one (10/10 tart love it) because it takes 3 hours to make from start to finish, it looks pretty and festive, and it tastes hella good, and no one liked my baked beans last year.
Well I have a damn meeting when it "officially" starts (setup's at 10am, food opens at 11, and then stays available until 2) so I drop my tart off in the room and run since someone else signed up to run the damn thing. I return at 11:15 and there's a bunch of 25-35 year old men (...maybe 5?) milling around the room, one of them is just kinda awkwardly staring at the 8 crockpots plugged into one surge protector. Turns out, no one's brought the serving utensils, and the person in charge of setup didn't think to bring them. We have a small stack of plates and plastic forks and napkins, but no cups or serving utensils. I say "I'm going to get the serving utensils from the break room" and run to the breakroom because I actually remember where shit is, get the serving utensils (get sidelined by a visitor's conversation) and make it back up there with a bouquet of serving spoons and cups. It is 11:30, and the young men have decided that instead of waiting for the serving utensils, or going to find me, they were going to just DIG IN with plastic forks. I think it's fine, they at least ahve the manners not to touch the desserts before the savory foods, right? Well I'm putting out the serving spoons, seeing everyone put the now soiled forks into the pot of ruined mashed potatoes and green bean casseroles and mac and cheese, but I got it before too much happened, right? At least no one put their forks in their mouths! Remember that guy staring at the crock pots? He was still staring at them. And when I got over there with the serving utensils the smell of melting plastic caught my attention: The surge protector was failing and melting. I shoved the rest of the serving spoons into Staring Guy's hands, told him to put them around the rest of the dishes, unplugged the shit out of that (don't @ me for not using PPE at least I was doing something) and then worked on re-organizing the crockpot brigade to make sure the outlets weren't overloaded. I burned my hand at some point (minor but shitty, I'll get worse on Thursday with the family Thanksgiving)
Staring Guy wandered off, I thought he finished his task with the utensils. I was wrong. He'd dropped them on a random table and walked the fuck away. By the time I got a plate, everything was mixed together into nasty multi-crockpot messes that were too small to make portions. The desserts were ruined and only small bites left, nothing had enought
In walks Host, with one unsoiled dish of appetizer, grinning like it was successful. Very small bites. People descended on the plate before I could get there. I blinked, looked at Host, and said "cleanup's on you" and walked out.
I got... 0 food from this endeavor, and had to spend the last 15 minutes of my hour long lunch break going to get fast food before eating during another meeting.
Fuck office potlucks.
Huh? My wicker basket is rustling and purring?
A new analysis of National Highway Transportation and Safety Administration auto crash data shows that Tesla has the highest rate of fatal a
holy shit
i knew teslas were bad but "literally twice as deadly as the average vehicle" is something else
Finished a new piece. I think it speaks to my state of mind. Notice the fine details. :)
i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm
when it rains you simply do not get a day
northern hemisphere people, are you okay??
northern hemisphere person here!! no
Itâs been rainy here so when Iâm at work the windows just show this flat medium grey all day and it feels like no time is passing. It sucks!
reblogging to normalize. because we really should be uplifting sex workers as bread winners. Also because they should be able to show their face in public without fear of repercussions??? (cough cough), like this gentleman.
Honestly its unhinged and hilarious but yet also seriously something I want to see more of
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Reblog if youâre a cheap whore. Or respect cheap whores. Or have the power to turn young people into cheap whores. (they can never tell which)
If youâre making enough to pay off your sisterâs student loans you are not a cheap whore you are a wildly successful whore which is admittedly beside the point but damn
âitâs really weird but thank youâ ideal sibling relationship
I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache
life just goes on no matter what
Activism is not cold-calling.
Activism is not cold-calling, and this is critically important to understand.
I'm seeing a lot of posts on here about 'building bridges' and 'finding community,' and then (extremely valid) response posts saying "BUT HOW??" And I'm going to explain something that can be very counter-intuitive: there is strategy involved in community.
As a longtime volunteer labour organizer, Iâve taken and taught many trainings on the strategy of talking. Something that surprises a lot of people is the very first thing you do in a union campaign. You sit down with your organizing committee, take out pen and paper, and literally map it out. You draw a physical map of the workplace: where are the entrances, exits, break rooms, supervisor offices. Essentially, âwhere is it safe to have a union conversation.â Then you draw another physical chart of your coworkers. You sort out who is union-friendly, openly hostile to unions, or somewhere in the middle, and then you plan out very deliberately and carefully who talks to whom and in what order.
Consider: If Vocally Leftist Jane walks up to Conservative David and says "hey what do you think about unions," David is going to shut down immediately. He's not inclined to listen to Jane. But if Jane talks to Moderate Jason and brings him into the fold, then Jason is a far more effective strategic choice to talk to David, and David may actually hear him out without an instant reaction.
IMPORTANT CAVEAT: If Conservative David turns out to be Alt-Right David, and could be dangerous to follow organizers, we write him off. We are not trying to reach Alt-Right David. We are trying to reach Conservative David, who may actually be persuaded to find solidarity with other employees as fellow workers. Jason is a safe scout to find out which one he is. It does no one any good if Leftist Jane (or even Moderate Jane who is a visible minority) talks to Alt-Right David and puts herself on his radar. Not only has she done nothing to convince Alt-Right David to join a union - she's probably actively turned him against the idea - but now she's also in danger and the entire campaign is at risk. NOBODY WANTS THIS. Jane was NOT a hero for doing this. The organizing committee was foolish and enacted a terrible strategy to everyone's detriment.
Where you can make a difference is with people who will listen to you. You having a conversation with your well-meaning but clueless Centrist Democrat Auntie, and maybe gently helping her understand some things the media has been glossing over, is way more strategically useful than you marching up to MAGA Neighbour You've Met Once and trying to "build community" or "understand" them. They don't care. They're impervious, dangerous, and cruel. But maybe your beloved auntie will think about what you said, and then talk to her friend Anna who IDs as "fiscally conservative" but didn't vote because she can't bring herself to get on board with Trump. Then perhaps Anna talks to her brother Nic who has MAGA leanings but isn't all the way there yet. Proto-MAGA Nic would not have listened to you, nor would he have listened to Centrist Democrat Auntie, but he might absorb some of what his sister is saying.
This is not a cop-out or an echo chamber. This is you spending your time and energy strategically and safely. You are not a useful activist to anyone if youâre dead. Anyone who is telling you to hurl yourself directly at MAGA assholes like cannon fodder has no understanding of the strategy behind community building, and you should feel comfortable writing them off.
Last point: If you are tired, emotionally devastated, and/or in danger: take a break. This post is for people who would feel better jumping into action, not for people who are too overwhelmed to even think about it right now. You are worth so much even if youâre not actively Doing Activism, and your rest is worth more than âa break period so you can recharge and Do More Activism.â We all deserve the individual dignity of being worthy of comfort, rest & safety just on the basis of being human, outside of whatever we're doing for others' benefit. To deny ourselves that dignity is to devalue ourselves, and thatâs the absolute last thing any of us should be doing right now.
Hey, the ACLU is getting people to send letters to your Reps to have Congress pass the No Kings Act.
This act would make constitutional amendments to ensure that even sitting presidents are held liable for their actions. That NOBODY is above the law.
Their goal is 150k messages sent and at the time of writing this they're about 2.1k off from that goal!
ACLU gives you a prefilled message that you can edit to send to make the process easier, and will send it out for you.
The Supreme Court declared that criminal law doesnât apply when youâre Donald Trump or any other president using the powers of the office. D
This only takes a few minutes!
There is a parallel universe where Tumblr is actually a great functioning site
its exactly as shitty but every other social media site is worse by comparison