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Me, when I buy 24 roombas and an amazon alexa

Me: Alexa, unleash the roombas

*24 roombas emerge slowly from under my bed, consuming everything in their path*

How the Geneva Drive (the mechanical step that makes the second hand on a clock work by turning constant rotation into intermittent motion) works.

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Oh snap!

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As an engineer, this makes me happy.

thefurrynerd

If only one loop of this gif were equal to one second…

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easy peasy

aibohphobia

watching this while listening to a clock ticking is the best decision i have ever made

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Man this is rather fascinating.

magicginger92

Just another offensive, closed-minded conservative prick...

I realize that almost no one actually reads my posts however, I need to get this shit off my chest. With all of these articles and campaigns for feminism, LGBT, racial equality activists… I am seeing nothing but “things not to say around _______” and “how to make ____feel more welcome in your community and life.” I support a lot of things. But some things I have never supported, do not support, and never will support. I have friends in all of the communities I listed above and more, however they all know to never come to me about how to deal with those because I tell them every time “you will not like what I have to say.” Well friends, the time has come. I’m going to say it. Not all of it, but a lot of it…

I do not support the Trans community. There have been too many ambiguous arguments in its favour and as a general existence… frankly, it makes me uncomfortable. I will not shun you from my life if you come out as a Transgender human being, just please don’t strike up a conversation with me about it.

The feminist ladies… the “he for she” nonsense. The Asexual stuff. “What never to say around an Asexual person. "things never to say around a Transgender person”

I’m sorry. But I will not censor myself or change the way I speak in hopes to not offend the pussy-footed activists running modern America. I was taught never to censor myself years and years ago. I was taught never to tailor my own beliefs to make others happy. I was taught never to tailor MYSELF to make others feel comfortable. I’m sorry if I lose any of my friends that I do care about very deeply over this if it does surface to more than just the 8 people that potentially actually read my stuff. But I am not sorry for the way I feel. I am not sorry for the way I act I am not sorry for me. I will not change myself for you. Any Of You.

magicginger92

3 and a half years later... I still feel this way. But it doesn’t change how I feel about my friends

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rednines

This picture has a refreshing energy

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It is inspiring and gives me the courage to keep fighting.

krakenpocalypse

This picture reminds me that strange ladies in ponds distributing swords is no way to run a government.

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The last four weeks of the semester.

Mindful Word Vomit

As I round the end of my first year of grad school, I am faced with many thoughts and emotions.

My first thought is uncertainty... A year after deciding to come to the school I’m at, I don’t know if I really made the right choice. There was so much glitz and glamour while applying and auditioning and I was lead to believe that I’d be coming into a behemoth of a program where I am a small fish surrounded by sharks. This could not have been farther from fact. The best word to describe this first year is chaos. I don’t regret coming here because it looks great having this name on my CV, but it seems this school and program are riding on a long standing reputation of being the best. This frustrates me.

A friend of mine recently told a room full of teenagers “None of you are talented. None of us are talented. I’m not talented. My quartet isn’t talented. You are hardworking and driven.”

I think too many people have been telling the students that they are talented. It needs to stop.

My second thought is inferiority... This has surfaced because of a friend who worked so hard to convince me to come here. Every thing I do gets put under the microscope. I put stickers on things. “Oh I can’t do that. My stuff is just stuff. It doesn’t define me.” It doesn’t define me either, I just like my stuff to not look like everyone else’s. There is no strict uniform on water bottles, cars, and laptops. “Why put the stickers on the bottom of your board? No one sees them?” To which I so badly wanted to say, “Why get a tattoo where no one will see it? What’s the point?” People see my stickers when I’m carrying my board or it’s leaning against the wall in a classroom or on the rack in a coffee shop. People see it. People notice. I don’t do it so people will notice. I do it because I want to. Because I fucking feel like it. Let me be an individual. Seeing as I’m behind this person in the degree process and this person has been working on a dissertation (aka stressful behemoth documented word vomit), I’m not allowed to be stressed. Any time I start to say the words “I’m just stressed.” It’s immediately responded to with, “What do you have, to be stressed about? Your masters degree is the easiest degree you’ll ever get.” You know what, fight me. You have your support system at home. My support system is 700 miles away. I have been fighting this whole year to become my own support system, which brings me to my third thought.

Lonely. The Masters Degree program is the loneliest time of my life thus far. It fucking sucks. That is all I can say.

My fourth thought is strength. Living alone and being alone 95% of the time down here has gotten me to know myself a lot more than I ever thought possible. At first I hated myself and my company. I didn’t like being alone, but now it’s not so bad. I’d rather be alone down here than be surrounded by every other student I coexist with in the four walls we call a music school. We’re all so stuck in working to our finish line of a degree that we all forgot how to communicate with each other. It’s hard to collaborate when you don’t know how to communicate. I have become so much stronger by allowing myself to feel weak and inferior. I’ve rebuilt myself.

All this being said, I just want to go home to my fiance. I want my degree and I want to get the fuck out of here.

Adult Friendships

The worst part of being an adult is realizing that your best friend of 13 years isn't your best friend anymore. Where did you go? I need you. The second 'f' means forever...

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SCOOBY

WHAT HAPPENED

YOUR LEGS ARE A BIG GELATINOUS MASS

DID YOU FALL OUT OF AN AIRPLANE

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why are cool socks not a bigger part of society. why doesn't everyone have cool socks with designs on them. why do we confine ourselves to white socked hell

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Cats and Tumblr

I raise you

Ante up

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Anxiety distraction games

I know with all that’s been happening that some of you have been feeling anxious so here’s some links to some of my favourite calming distraction games:

Art game