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The whole Polybius thing is my favourite conspiracy theory because nearly every individual element of the story is absolutely true, but not for that reason.
Did some early arcade games cause people to suffer hallucinations, memory loss, and short-term personality changes? Yes, they did – because many folks who played them were experiencing close range exposure to bright, rapidly flashing lights for the first time in their lives, and – at the time – public awareness of photosensitive epilepsy was practically nonexistent. Most who had it were undiagnosed, and its symptoms often weren’t recognised when they arose – and if you have no idea what photosensitive epilepsy is, those symptoms might look a lot like alien mind control!
Were early video arcades frequented by serious-looking men in dark suits? Again, yes they were – because they were suspected of being money-laundering fronts for illegal gambling rings, and thus were routinely placed under federal surveillance. And those suspicions weren’t unfounded – it later transpired that many early video arcades were, in fact, money-laundering fronts for illegal gambling rings.
Did arcade cabinets with strange titles and indecipherable gameplay quietly pop up in out-of-the-way places, then vanish shortly thereafter, never to be seen again? Absolutely – because a thriving black market in off-brand bootlegs arose almost immediately. Quality control was nonexistent, so many such cabinets had operational lifespans measured in weeks, and you’d most often see them in arcades with poor locations simply because they were cheap.
It was a perfect storm of largely unrelated factors that added up to the convincing appearance of a shadowy conspiracy, even though each element by itself had a fairly boring explanation.
“This Is Why You’re Always So Tired”
Not to be gay on main.... But all I want is to live in a small medieval town. I'm the town baker. My bakery is my home and I'm always wearing an apron and covered in flour.
Nextdoor is a forge, and I am very close with the blacksmith that works there. Every morning I bring him a freshly baked loaf of bread. As I hand it to him our hands touch briefly. His hands are rough, yet they're so careful and gentle with everything he touches. I secretly want him to be that gentle with me.
One day, he walks into my bakery, he's still sweaty from the intense heat of the forge. In his hands is a small dagger in it's sheath. He hands it to me and tells me it's to protect myself if needed.
I take the dagger out of it's sheath. It's beautifully made. There are intricate designs engraved into the metal. It's so much more complicated than anything else yeah blacksmith has ever made. It must've been so time consuming to make.
I look up at him and with just one look I understand why he's giving it to me. With one look we both understand that we love each other. He leans in and kisses me. It's so soft and sweet, and gentle.
He comes by every day to get a loaf of bread and kiss me. We keep our relationship a secret. And everyone wonders why neither of us have found wives. But we know exactly why. And we're completely content with being secret lovers.
Is that really too much to ask?
Fuck it
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Victorian female medical students
Looks like one of them had a really tough semester
oh and since I’m acknowledging how young you all are: never ever ever ever ever ever under any circumstances alter your educational decisions for a boy
Even if it’s your father.
Especially if it’s your father.
However, if you identify as male, there is 1 (one) boy you can change educational decisions for. It you. You da boi.
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i love loose puffy shirts w tight pants. fuck you if you want to know what my chest is like but LOOK at my ass
January was a tough year but we made it
“I’m not here to speak, I’m sure as fuck not here to lecture anybody, but I will tell you what I have seen. And I have seen what happens when people organize, and I have seen what happens when the electorate and the citizenry know themselves and the sleeping dragon that they are, and I know what happens when they act and they act directly. I also know what happens when old pious men make laws about what women should and shouldn’t do. I know this ‘cause I’ve seen direct action from the very state that I hail from, the nation state which was created 100 years ago. And what I would say also, is just to remember where power lies and remind politicians where power lies, ‘cause the biggest thing they fear is losing their fucking jobs. And to men, also: just be wary of any mentality that would make cattle or make vessels of women, because that same mentality will make machines and tools of you, and make monsters of you. Just remember where power is, just remember what the electorate can do.”
Be wary of any mentality that would make cattle or make vessels of women, because the same mentality will make machines and tools of you, and make monsters of you.
This is the dude that hired the clown
i love that you can just say “this is the the dude that hired the clown” AND EVERYONE IMMEDIATELY KNOWS WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT.
Thank you for context!
hi i’m depressed and can’t stop thinking about cockroach calisthenics
yeah writing fiction is hard but at least we don’t have to list all the sources
The penguins of Madagascar “smile and wave boys” shaped a generation
So, who else here struggled to pick up the “go away, you’re not wanted” social cue as a kid, which has made them so overly cautious as an adult that they end up having cool conversations with cool people but don’t want to be too friendly in case they’re missing the cue, and so end up making those cool people think that you don’t want to be friends with them?
Because, like, this is the Number One Thing that has fucked me up as an adult and I am so grateful to my friends who didn’t stop talking to me while I slowly figured out that, yes, they did actually want to be friends.
As I read back through my Tolkien library (and add to it, elongating my “to read” list perilously, leaving me like Sisyphus) I keep running across little anecdotes about Christopher, and they stand out now, in the wake of his death, with an importance I didn’t really grasp before.
He of course was almost solely responsible for piecing together, editing, and posthumously publishing the majority of his father’s now-available works and was one of the earliest readers of and enjoyers of the Legendarium prior to publication. But he also took a direct role in some aspects of the crafting of The Lord of the Rings for publication, particularly regarding map-making, and even the invention of some of the locations and place names in the northern parts of the Shire.
Here’s a bit from Hammond and Scull’s The Lord of the Rings: A Reader’s Companion: 30 year old Christopher pulling an all nighter to get the Gondor map redrawn from his father’s draft so it could appear in the Return of the King.
He truly and deeply loved his father’s work.