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You ARE lost, my bus friend. That is a BC Transit bus and a bus stop in Vancouver, the one (1) city in the province whose transit system isn't part of BC Transit.
Not that I think all marriages are doomed but when deciding who to marry you should ask yourself “is this someone I’d want to divorce?” As in, is this someone I believe would be mature and fair, even when they’re upset and don’t particularly like me at the moment. Is this someone I could continue to trust while going through an adversarial process? And if the answer is no, don’t marry them.
also, dont't have sex-that-could-lead-to-pregnancy with someone unless you're reasonably certain they would handle an unplanned pregnancy in a way you can live with, and don't breed-on-purpose (or co-adopt) with someone unless you think they'd be willing and able to cooperate as both a visiting, child-support-paying noncustodial-parent of a child you are single-parenting AND as a loving, capable single-parent to YOUR child that doesn't live with you.
there's a concept in engineering called a graceful failure. that is, sometimes things fail, whether that's a marriage or a pane of glass, and what you want to do is design its features and select its components in ways that the likelier forms of failure will do the least damage should that happen.
so they do things like making windshields that shatter into tiny dull fragments rather than huge sharp shards of glass. they keep its positive features (transparent, for example), but avoid characteristics which would be bad in the situations where a failure would occur (sharp edges).
some of this you can do by talking things through with your partner, getting a fair, looked-at-by-separate-lawyers-in-each-of-your-employ, thoughtful prenup, and considering your partner's handling of frustrations and disagreements.
other things you need to do by keeping up your own financial independence, arranging your life for resilience including preparing to handle the sudden absence of your partner (people not only betray and divorce but also die, get into car accidents, and get called away to help family or friends across the country), and being familiar with your locality's divorce laws.
knowledge is power, an emergency savings account is power, and a precedent set by your discussions with your partner about values and what you each want the relationship and your future to look like is power. (if they rugpull you and turn into a monster after marriage, you'll be able to recall that conversation and tell the lie/unilateral change/shifted goalpost for what it is, and not second-guess your own right to not have that be done to you.)
real talk i have become a problem recently. the hospital wanted my fingerprint and i said no. the receptionist was like: but its such a convenient way to check in! and i said ok i dont want you to have my biometric data. and she was so baffled. i said, can you not check me in using an id card?
well of course but dont you want to provide your biometric data for your convenience?
nope thanks!
fuck this happened again i was buying some LPs and the clerk was like: can i have your email? and i was like no.
she full on stared at me. she was like: but i need to put you into the system.
and i was like: need to? you NEED to? i don't want to give my email
and she was like: but...how are you going to return items without an account?
and i was like, with a fucking receipt??? wtf is going on right now. if i can't return them i guess i'll die??whatever
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Rekha, Siobhan, and Lily put in an honest day's work. Content Warning: Comedic Bit Referencing Workplace Harassment - [24:43-25:05]
Sorry to keep banging on about this! I just have a few days left to meet the funding goal!
Blumineck is trying to fun a video series doing fun and serious historical and fantasy testing in fitted plate armour.
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Lemme tell you a gay little story about an eagle.
Our town (~9,000 people) has a couple garages, but there's a big one on the main drag. My family has been going there for decades. I drive past it every day.
There used to be a huge pine tree on the corner of their lot, but last year it became a hazard and had to be taken down.
Shortly thereafter I drive by and see they've hired a guy to chainsaw sculpt the stump into a bald eagle.
Birds own my heart, but nationalism makes me twitchy. I withhold outright condemnation of the eagle, but I'm skeptical. (The original owner—an objectively Good Dude—sold the business to a younger couple a few years ago, and I don't have any knowledge of their whole deal.)
Then it turns out someone on staff is really into making costumes for the eagle. Every holiday. Every month. Stuffed turkey, witch costume, menorah headpiece, bunny ears. These people love to dress their bird.
The changing of the eagle suit becomes a source of joy every time I drive through town.
Until June, when the eagle is bare.
Now look, maybe I'm expecting too much asking my garage to celebrate Pride. But this is a small town. Every time I drive by that stupid eagle—this thing that has previously brought me so much joy—I feel hurt. I feel reminded that there are plenty of people in my liberal bubble who don't consider my community worthy of celebration. I drive to work, I feel bad. I drive home, I feel bad. The eagle is mocking me.
Then my A/C quits working.
So I book an appointent to bring my car in—and realize what I have to do.
I pick all this up at a thrift store for under ten bucks. I print the shirt with some weird heat-transfer fabric crayons I find in a cupboard. I loop gold elastic around the sunglasses and pray they'll fit on the eagle's head. (It is also important to draw your attention to the price of the feather boa.)
(Nice.)
My reasoning is thus: if I show up with a complete costume ready to go, someone will have to look me in the eye and say "We don't believe in that," at which point I'll be finding a new garage. But if they let me dress the eagle, then people in town get to have the joy I've been missing since the start of the month.
I listen to a lot of hype-up jams on my way over. I hate confrontation. I also don't wanna have to find another garage. I want to believe that this decision isn't actively antagonistic, but I'm not particularly hopeful.
I talk through the A/C issue with the guy at the desk, hand over my keys, then take a deep breath.
"Who's in charge of the eagle?"
"Oh, that's all Dylan. Second bay from the end."
I walk down the row of hydraulic lifts and find a disarmingly smiley middle-aged man pouring fluid through a funnel. I introduce myself and explain that, since the Pride parade is this Sunday and the eagle seems to be missing a costume, I have taken the liberty of making one myself, and can I get his blessing to go put it on?
Dylan grins this absolutely giant grin and goes
"Oh hell yeah."
So that's what's up now.
Happy Pride.
It's June! Better reblog Pride Eagle.
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What I feel people frequently forget about autistic special interests is that they aren't always information based. They may simply be visual or mental
Someone may have a special interest in a show, but instead of that meaning that they will talk about that show often, it may mean they watch that show extremely frequently.
Special interests are ways of regulating, not simply encyclopedias we have in our heads. Sometimes it's watching something frequently. Maybe only listening to one genre of music, maybe it's a collection, maybe it's an action. I'm tired of it only being seen as autistic people's personal encyclopedias
Another thing is some autistic people don’t wanna tell you about their special interest just because they know everything about it. Was fixated on nutrition for awhile and everyone tried to use me as a nutritionist like please leave me alone💔
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Season premiere and anniversary of my pompom pride jacket today!