Science-ing All Day, Everyday

I'm Taylor and this is where I shitpost.

[bellamynochillblake]

we’re going to have to call smut ‘lemons’ again, aren’t we? 

[im-reddie]

LEMONS!? WHEN THE FUCK WAS THIS?!

[bellamynochillblake]

oh you sweet summer child 

[fool-errant]

I actually made this a button last convention

[smooththegoofyshark]

Gaud I remember when it was lemons, I feel old now

[butteryswimmingthing]

explain pls

[smooththegoofyshark]

No

[smol-bean-meme-machine]

What are lemons??

[phylix]

I don’t own the copyright to this, others own the show. All I have is this saaaad little computer and a sketch pad. ^-^ Please don’t sue! I don’t need anymore stress!

Please R&R!!!!!!!

No flames. >///<

[lotrlocked]

lol this story contains slash! Don’t like don’t read. Rated M. AragornxLegolas. lemon. Lololol ^-^ NO FLAMES OR I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY STABBITY SPORK OF Death! -__-

[dayoldhakarl-deactivated2021011]

#this post made me age ten thousand years.

[tangolove]

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY PLZ THNX

[geekandmisandry]

Are literally any of you speaking English???

[hayloumac-deactivated20220427]

Limes too tho

[somath-cegem]

O.o no, I can’t relive this! NO!

[rhube]

I’m old enough to have not been sure what ‘lemon’ meant the first time around.

You guys, I know you’re just torturing the n00bs, but I thought I was gonna finally find out!

[moniquill]

10k citrus pure fluff, Gundam, 1x2, 1xR, 3x4, 5x13 Rated E unless you think all slash should be M because you’re a butt. Plans for M rating and lemons in future chaps. Don’t Like Don’t Read Concrit only Flames will be deleted.

[sisterwho-refuses-togetatumbl-r]

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these precious babies I just play with them. 18+ one shot. If you’re under 18 don’t let your mommy catch you reading something you shouldn’t be <:^)

[systlin]

“Chases characters out of room with broom!”

SOrry about that guyz!!!!! XD

[dracota]

PG13 to be on the safe side. Sequel to the first part because chapters arn’t a thing yet. 2/?? R&R please! ^_^

[carnivalseb]

“Lemon” means a fanfic with sexual content. I think. Nobody seems to want to clarify. For about five years back in the day I thought it exclusively referred to WLW flavour smut, but I gather that isn’t the case.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

One company bought all the retail outlets for glasses, used that to force sales of all the eyewear companies and jacked up prices by as much as 1000%

If you wear glasses, you might have noticed that they’ve been getting steadily more expensive in recent years, no matter which brand you buy and no matter where you shop.

That’s because a giant-but-obscure company called Luxottica bought out Sunglass Hut and Lenscrafters, then used their dominance over the retail side of glasses to force virtually every eyewear brand to sell to them (Luxxotica owns or licenses Armani, Brooks Brothers, Burberry, Chanel, Coach, DKNY, Dolce & Gabbana, Michael Kors, Oakley, Oliver Peoples, Persol, Polo Ralph Lauren, Ray-Ban, Tiffany, Valentino, Vogue and Versace); and used that to buy out all the other eyewear retailers of any note (Luxottica owns Pearle Vision, Sears Optical, Sunglass Hut and Target Optical) and then also bought out insurers like Eyemed Vision Care and Essilor, the leading prescription lens/contact lens manufacturer.

Controlling the labs, insurers,  frame makers, and all the major retail outlets has allowed Luxottica to squeeze suppliers – frames are cheaper than ever to make, thanks to monopsony buying power with Prada-grade designer frames costing $15 to manufacture – while raising prices as much as 1000% relative to pre-acquisition pricing.

It’s even worse for lenses: a pair of prescription lenses that cost $1.50 to make sell for $800 in the USA.

LA Times columnist David Lazarus wrote a column about skyrocketing eyewear prices and was approached by Charles Dahan, who once owned one of the largest frames companies in America, Custom Optical, which supplied 20% of the frames sold at Lenscrafters prior to the Luxottica acquisition. Dahan describes how Luxottica cornered the horizontal and vertical markets for eyewear and pushed out or bought out every other company (Oakley refused to sell or lower prices, so Luxottica boycotted it from its retailers, forcing the company into such a precarious position that it Luxottica was able to buy it for a fraction of its peak book-value just a few years later).

This is a good example of how decades of far-right ideologically driven antitrust malpractice has hurt everyone. After all, glasses aren’t just a fashion item: they’re a necessity for people with poor vision, a prerequisite for driving, walking, cycling, reading, getting an education or doing your job.

Luxottica grew through acquisition, by buying up its competition. This was banned under classic antitrust law, until the Reagan years. This pattern has been repeated in many other domains: beer, whiskey, retail pharmacies, and so on. In every one of those domains, we are getting screwed, as are small businesspeople and the families they serve.

https://boingboing.net/2019/03/12/luxottica.html

[mxnrique]

[feministism]

[glumshoe]

just found out that the term is “nuclear family” and not “atomic family”, which is what I have been saying for years

no wonder nobody knows what the hell I’m talking about

[glumshoe]

nuclear fusion family

[angelicguy]

talking to my infant son like im a youtuber

[looking4myson]

Whats up baby. Father here bringing you another spoonful of Gerber ham and gravy baby food

[books-in-order]

SCIENCEBOYE helping to save endangered species

[pigmenting]

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.

[post--grad]

my writing ability currently feels on par with that of like…. a seven year old. i’m just writing one sentence. then another sentence. subject verb object, dependent clause period. do any of them relate? unclear. that is for god to decide. i certainly can’t.

[antique-scarecrow]

the url makes this so much funnier 

[bunnylikearabbit]

[followthebluebell]

adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision.  On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me.  i know that fucker’s weaknesses.  i could totally take me in a fight.”

[dreamingofbabylon]

frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive

[prokopetz]

So apparently the “Half A Press” guy got bored with completing Super Mario 64 without using the A button, and has started a side project working toward completing Super Mario 64 without using the joystick.

Here’s what the level “Bowser in the Dark World” looks like with no joystick inputs, for reference:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZQM1uKSWzQ

I know I’ve joked in the past that his ultimate goal is to beat Super Mario 64 through the power of thought alone, but it’s looking increasingly like he might actually pull it off!

[homoclothes]

[hydro-homies]

Not surprised tbh

[dankmemeuniversity]

[sandersstudies]

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

[rebelminds]

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

[snarling-through-our-smiles]

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.  I thanked them again profusely.  There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

[roy-kent]

me: i’m gonna fix my sleep schedule, eat healthier, drink more water, actually leave my apartment once in a while to do interesting stuff, maybe even go to the gym!!!!

me:

[bubbblegum-bitch666]

To all the posts that are like “Chidi shouldn’t have gone to The Bad Place, he has an anxiety disorder!” or “Jason shouldn’t have gone to The Bad Place just because he isn’t as smart as everyone else!” or “Tahani and Eleanor were abused, they don’t belong in The Bad Place either.” You’re missing exactly what the show has been leading up to. The point system is supposed to be unjust, it’s a metaphor for the prison system. No one from Team Cockroach belongs in The Bad Place, that’s the whole point.

[vassraptor]

It’s more than that. Nobody belongs in the Bad Place, because nobody deserves to be tortured for eternity, and there is no good purpose that will be fulfilled by torturing someone for eternity. It’s about that particular Christian belief (eternal damnation) and the effect it has on society. And it’s also about prisons, because it can do more than one thing.

[quasi-normalcy]

Also a rejection of the idea that anyone is just intrinsically good or bad

[biomedicool]