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googling images of peter capaldi is crazy every third image is like okay please welcome miss pussy pussy cunt cunt glasgow 1993
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bitch it’s the serve 📞
A lesbian literature critic terrorizing the local art scene
This is the best image description that exists
it’s so crazy how nixon had to resign after watergate and now every single month 1 million watergates happen and no one cares
they were threatening to KILL two random assholes from the newspaper for asking questions about like, mishandled money. light wiretapping. a burgled hotel. and this is in the middle of the cold war when spy shit was actually common. in big 2026 you can be spoken out against by other government employees for establishing a surveillance state and using public taxpayer money to fund golf courses and outright stating your intentions to go against multiple constitutional amendments and nothing will happen
I love environmental storytelling
Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people
Can't just leave this in the comments
This really deserves to be one of those million note posts
I do alterations for a clothing store, and the turnover rate for managers seems unusually high, so we are once again between managers.
Last year we went a month and a half with a string of temporary managers borrowed from other stores in the chain, and now one of them's back for a couple weeks. He seems nice and reasonable and good at getting things done, and he's preparing to seriously rearrange all the racks and wall shelves in the backroom (where I work).
The storage right now is pretty bad - almost all the shirts are on high shelves that can only be gotten to via stepladder, so staff are having to move the ladder around and climb it multiple times a day, which is unsafe. Especially if they're there alone, and even moreso for the employee who's a tiny 70-something year old lady currently recovering from a foot injury.
It's a long, tall, narrow room and my tailoring stuff takes up a good chunk of the wall, and what with filing cabinets and the desk where people eat lunch, ground level storage space is really at a premium.
So I drew his attention to a certain item which was taking up a Lot of space, and which I have never once in my 7+ years of working there ever had to use for alterations, and asked if it might perchance be possible to buy it.
He took a picture and asked The Powers Above His Pay Grade, and it turns out NONE of the other stores in the chain have one, nobody knows why we had one, and yes they would like to sell it. And then he was asking ME about prices?! Mortifying! I hate putting prices on stuff and I'm bad at it!!
It's obviously a very expensive item, and I did mention to him that when new they cost more than my rent, but I don't know the going rate for ones this scruffy looking. Presumably still a lot though.
(The scruffiness definitely did not happen at this store, and it hadn't been touched in years when I started there, so it must have come to the shop already used.)
But even though it's a hugely expensive item to me, it's barely anything at all to a big company. The higher ups probably don't care that much, and on a store level it really is nothing but a waste of valuable space, so I simply MUST lowball them and see what happens.
All this to say, I just paid $200 CAD for an industrial serger.
It's ridiculously, impractically huge for home use. It is entirely too much serger for my needs, and I've had to rearrange my furniture and get rid of a few things. But that feeble domestic serger I fixed last year broke again a couple months ago because I wanted to serge the edges of some fabric I was dyeing and it couldn't handle the stiffness of obi silk. This one will not do that, and also it has big red and green buttons that go click and are satisfying to push.
news articles about ai always open with shit like "ai has become part of our everyday life" and "we all use ai casually" and "it's difficult to imagine life without gen ai" and meanwhile i simply do not have this issue at all. i don't mean to put on my tinfoil hat and start yelling shirtless on a mediocre podcast about this but it does often seem to me like this manufactured inescapability is deliberately designed to make us feel helpless and like ai use is inevitable/more common than it is so therefore not worth fighting. but of course nobody would actually be doing that right. right.
No but for real I've just...literally never used it? I don't think it's that hard not to. It simply is not a thing I've ever used nor one I've even had to try not to use. I don't even know where you go to use most of these tools?
imagine if doorways grew back like scabbed over with fresh drywall and you had to keep carving them back out with a jabsaw to keep the doorway clear etc
Imagine if the membranes recoiled in pain every time you did this. Imagine if over time, some doorways became accustomed sensation. Imagine that very rarely, some even seemed to enjoy it.
*sleepover host voice* imagine if you two went to sleep
Oh for gods sake kids it’s like piercing an ear - that’s why you put a doorframe in - you don’t hang a door in drywall, you gremlins. You frame the door. It’s like those gauges that people put in their ears - the hole stays. It won’t scab over with a doorframe in it. You’ve lived around doors you whole life, you little clowns. Lights out
Oh my goodness what an honor to be Calvin’s dad
um actually there's nothing wrong with letting cats be outdoor pets. your cat is depressed locked inside forever. it's animal abuse. let it outside. more cats should be let outside more often. especially overnight.
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You may be wondering how I got into this situation. That's good. Keep wondering. If you pay close attention to the rest of this movie and employ your critical thinking skills, you may find that the answer unfolds as it goes along. Sometimes it's good not to know yet, and to wonder. Sometimes that's the entire point.
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Since the "fanfiction vs literature" discourse is making the rounds again, here we go:
All literature is intertextual--that is, it refers back to other literature ("all writing is rewriting," etc). This is a basic feature of language itself, if you want to get all postmodernist-theory about it.
Some works of literature, though, are highly intertextual to a specific pre-existing work, that the audience is expected to recognize and be familiar with. Kristina Busse calls this "intense intertextuality." It has also been called "recursive literature," the term I prefer.
Famous examples include Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Ulysses, March, Une Tempête, Wicked, Wide Sargasso Sea, etc etc etc.
"Using recognized pre-existing stories/characters to tell a new story"--the entire basis of the category "recursive literature"--is as old as literature itself. In the premodern West, reworking a known story, and succeeding, was often considered to be the pre-eminent form of artistic achievement. Milton and Dante were absolutely operating under that assumption.
There are a number of artistic moves, such as allusion and irony, that take on particular weight within recursive lit. The fact that the audience is expected to know the source text enables the writer to play with that knowledge in highly specific ways: this is a central aesthetic signifier of recursive literature as a category.
The cultural shift toward prizing "originality" in fiction ramps up during the late 18th-early 19th century Romantic movement; not at all coincidentally, this is also when the concept of modern copyright starts developing.
Recursive lit thus, in this period, gets tangled up with both artistic and legal/financial discourses of originality and intellectual property, and we have inherited this. While the basic idea of recursive lit remains the same as it ever was, these new financial/legal dimensions affect how recursive lit can be distributed. (The best book on this history is David Brewer's The Afterlife of Character.)
Ever since, if you want to commercially publish recursive lit, you can only do so if the text you are referencing is out of copyright (Homer, Shakespeare, Jane Austen, the Brontes, etc...).
As technology improves and democratizes, informal, unofficial, non-commercial distribution networks are created among various communities--like fandoms. Now, recursive narratives for in-copyright texts can circulate freely, outside of the oversight/control of commercial publishing.
The basic artistic move of fanfiction--using pre-existing texts (especially characters) as a springboard for a new story--is exactly the same as every other kind of recursive lit. The only real quantifiable difference is how it is distributed.
This, then is the best definition of fanfic: Fanfiction is a sub-type of recursive literature that, whether out of preference or necessity, circulates informally and non-commercially.
Because fanfiction has a much lower barrier to entry than commercial publishing, and is not bound by the demands of what publishers think they can sell, fanfiction displays enormous variability in form, content, and quality (lol). While there are fanfics that could be published as-is, there are far more that are completely entrenched within specific community discourses; we've all read fanfic that only makes sense to the 5 weirdos with that particular headcanon. This huge variability is a direct result of the unofficial distribution method.
When it comes to published recursive literature, whether premodern (Inferno) or modern (Wicked), I don't like using the term "fanfiction," because it's inaccurate! Neither of those works was distributed through informal non-commercial channels! Fanfiction is, again, a SUB-TYPE of the larger artistic category "recursive lit."
In conclusion: The Other Bennet Sister is recursive literature. Because it was recursive to an out-of-copyright text, of novel length, and written capably enough to suggest commercial appeal, Janice Hadlow was able to formally publish it for money. Therefore, even though it is doing the same artistic thing fanfic does (because fanfic is a type of recursive lit), it is not fanfiction. Now, if she had slapped it up on AO3, without changing a word? THEN it would be fanfiction.
adulthood is really like "guess what your sewer isn't working" and you're like oh why is that mister plumber and he's like "oh that's because they used to use paper for pipes" and you're like hmm i don't know a lot about it but that doesn't seem right, but it is right, they did use paper for pipes, and you're like how much is it to fix paper pipes mister plumber? and he's like "oh just $10,000 and one day and we'll dig three holes" and you're like okay mister plumber i guess what must be done must be done but then it will be a week later and there will be five holes and they will be telling you "oh actually we need to dig an additional hole in your driveway" and you're like oh but that's where my driveway is and they're like "oh yes we'll need to cut through the driveway" and you're like okay this doesn't seem right mister plumber and they're like actually it's mister gas company and mister gas company is standing there and he's like yep you gotta cut the driveway out because the pipe is six inches from the other pipe and you're like i don't think so i think that's like 8 inches and he's like nope it's six and you're like how many inches is the minimum distance and he's like six and you're like okay and it's been five days it's been five days and you don't have a driveway and you don't have toilets and you're paying $15000 because someone said "yes i think making sewer pipes out of paper sounds good" and then you'll be driving down the road to get yourself depression ice cream because you don't have a driveway and you don't have toilets and the car in front of you will be driven by a man 300 years old in the smallest honda the 80s ever produced going approximately .0001 miles per hour and the F150 pavement princess behind you will not see the small honda and will start honking at you and cursing at you and you will simply roll to a stop. you will roll to a stop in the middle of the street and watch the little honda in front of you roll on to glory at .0001 miles an hour while the truck behind you realizes they have made some sort of defcon 1 level mistake and your fitbit on your arm starts buzzing going "CONGRATS! THIS IS YOUR MOST EXTREME WORK OUT YET! YOU'RE EARNING DOUBLE ZONE MINUTES!"
one of the quotes from Dolly Parton I think about often is the one about the inspiration for her Look. She modeled herself off of the "town tramp" and how she "She had bright red lipstick, long red fingernails. She had high-heeled shoes, little floating plastic goldfish in the heels of them, short skirts, low-cut tops, and I just thought she was beautiful. When people would say, ‘She ain’t nothing but trash,’ I would always say, ‘Well, that’s what I’m gonna be when I grow up." (X)
The exaggeration of gender norms is also the subversion of them, but more than that, what is tacky and what is elegant is decided by class status. Dolly Parton dressed big and loud and tacky and like the town tramp because she didn't find it shameful to be any of those things.
She modeled herself as a love letter to these women not despite the lower-class association or their sexuality but because of it. Dolly has so much fun. She was self-deprecating and self-confident: she called her hair a fire hazard and quipped "I’m not a fashion icon; I’m an eyesore" but there was no way to mistake it for anything but a good time. Because that's why other women dress that way too--for a good time and we don't have to hold that at arms length. We don't have to hold them suspect or lesser or with contempt for their self-expression.
Can you love the whore? Of course you can. She is beautiful.
Normally when I play video games I end up thinking about the lore and themes and whatnot but since Minecraft is by design really light on themes and plot I end up thinking about other aspects of the game.
For example, I play with coordinates on because I get lost fairly easily. Each number moved up or down on these coordinates is one block. One block is one meter cubed.
So Minecraft is one of the few games where you can see exactly how fast you’re walking and exactly how big your personal sphere of influence on the game world is.
The player walks at about 4.3 meters per second for example. Which is really fast actually. Most humans walk around like maybe 1.2-1.6 meters per second?
At the same time though in one full 20 minute day night cycle Steve Minecraft can walk 5.1 km. An athletic person trained to walk long distances could maybe walk around 30 km in a day.
So is Minecraft in fast forward or in slow motion? Both, really.
5000 blocks feels like a long way. You will likely come across multiple biomes in that time. An old growth oak forest, a desert, a mountain range, a swamp, and plains all being within 5 km of each other is fairly unusual in the real world.
Obviously it’s not meant to be representative of the real world. But by bringing meters or miles or any other real world measurement into a video game you can feel reality creeping in a little bit. I can walk 5 km no problem irl, as long as it’s not dangerously hot out. In the game though, it feels like an eternity away. A full day’s journey.
And I don’t think I have anything interesting to say about all that. I’m just wondering very hard about how video games manage to make small things feel massive.
