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Just so people know, mullets were named after Hektor:

Σ Lykophron 1133: Ἑκτόρειος κόμη λέγεται ἡ τὰ ὀπίσω καθειμένα ἔχουσα, τὰ δὲ ἔμπροσθε κεκαρμένα. By “Hektor's hairstyle” is meant one with the back let loose, but the front shorn.

For the further intrigued: Austin RG. Hector’s Hair-Style. The Classical Quarterly. 1972; 22(2):1-1.

brickylittle

oh my god I just realized this is the year people will stop being born and stop aging and stop dying

bluescreeningart

World's awesomest sacrificial lamb!

devotedlystrangewizard

i think everyone should program at least once just so you realise just how fucking stupid computers are. because theyre so fucking stupid. a computer wants to be told what to do and exactly that and if you make one typo or forget one detail it starts crying uncontrollably

#it starts crying uncontrollably #i start crying uncontrollably #the elves of advent of code start crying uncontrollably

scribefindegil

Genuinely one of my favorite things about TNG is how often they're just doing art for fun. Riker's been playing trombone since he was a kid and he really enjoys it and also he is Not Good. Dr. Crusher is stalking the halls trying to rope all her friends and acquaintances into joining her community theater productions and musical reviews even if they've never been on stage before. They're constantly going to their crewmates' music recitals and poetry readings, and some of these people are impressively good at what they do but some of them are just getting started or content to stay at beginner level. They're having fun! They don't have to be prodigies in order to be involved with art because engaging with art on whatever level has value of its own! THIS is what I want to see in my post-scarcity socialist space future. Will Riker's bad trombone playing is load-bearing, actually.

marschive

denial is a harrier

pulsingvoid

why don't you follow the portal that lets people witness the world through the eyes and body of john malkovich and land precisely while john malkovich is patting himself dry after a shower and experience gender euphoria for the first time in your life and then admit that being john malkovich felt so good you now want sexual reassignment surgery out loud in front of the hot woman your loser husband is trying to cheat on you with thus becoming the most interesting person she's ever met and then proceed to have a gender affirming love affair with said woman through the vessel of john malkovich and then when she breaks your heart chase her at gunpoint across john malkovich's subconscious until she tells you the baby that was put inside her by way of john malkovich's vessel is actually from when you were in john malkovich and then raise the baby with her ignorant to the fact that your ex husband is forever trapped behind its eyes and doomed to watch you grow old with the woman you love from the pov of the child you made through the portal into john malkovich that he discovered. and maybe you'll calm down

rinalisss

comradetork

put down the chat gpt. consume too much caffeine and nicotine and write a paper that you barely understand while you approach hallucination territory from too little sleep and too much raging. engage with academia in the way god intended