twitter users whatever you do, donāt fucking click this link
Today's Document
Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
trying on a metaphor
Show & Tell
untitled

Discoholic šŖ©
occasionally subtle
Mike Driver

#extradirty
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Noah Kahan
Sade Olutola
ojovivo

romaā

PR's Tumblrdome
Aqua Utopiaļ½ęµ·ć®åŗć§čØę¶ćē“”ć
KIROKAZE
$LAYYYTER
NASA

seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from Belgium

seen from Poland
seen from Belgium
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Honduras

seen from United States
@piisbetterthanpie
twitter users whatever you do, donāt fucking click this link
Source
āspicy pillowā jokes aside, I think @flowerkroneāās tags deserve a serious reply:
#my old phone looks like this on my shelf lmao #im too scared to touch it to throw it away #idk what trash this even goes into when its at this point
The pillow-shaped object here used to be the phoneās battery. Itās not a battery anymore. Now itās a balloon full of corrosive, pyrophoric chemicals and hydrogen gas and itās one puncture away from burning your house down. I am 100% serious. You should be scared to touch it.
But you gotta touch it, because you gotta get it out of your house before the pressure builds up to the point where the balloon pops. This isnāt going to happen soon ā there is no need to panic ā but it will happen eventually.
And, indeed, it doesnāt go in the ordinary trash. You put this in the ordinary trash and youāre gonna set the garbage truck on fire. Donāt do that to the garbage collectors, their job is hard enough already.
The first thing you need to do is get a fireproof container. The most common household item that qualifies as a fireproof container is a cast-iron cookpot with a cast-iron lid ā often sold as a āDutch oven.ā Any other cooking container thatās unreactive, has a very high melting point, and has a lid made of the same materials will also work: enameled or stainless steel, Pyrex with glass lid, etc.
However: Do not use a pot with a PTFE-based non-stick coating. If the battery does explode, the fire will probably be hot enough to degrade a PTFE coating, producing toxic smoke. (Not that you should breathe the smoke from the battery fire either, but PTFE breakdown products are worse.) Do not use a pot made of aluminium or copper. The fire might even get hot enough to melt those.
Whatever container you use, you might have to throw away along with the phone, so donāt use your good Dutch oven for this. Go to a thrift store and buy a cheap one.
Once you have the fireproof container:
Gently pick up the phone and put it in the fireproof container. If possible, gently tape the phone to the bottom of the container to prevent it from bouncing around. Donāt put any padding in there, thatāll just make a fire worse if it does happen. Put the lid on and tape it shut.
Put a label on the container, something like āDEFECTIVE LI-ION BATTERY ā FIRE HAZARDā.
It is now reasonably safe to move the container around. However, if the battery does explode, the container is very likely to leak smoke and get hot, so keep it in a well-ventilated area and away from things that will be damaged by heat. Donāt leave it exposed to the weather, either.
You need toĀ find either a hazardous waste disposal site, or an e-waste recycler that will accept defective Li-ion batteries. I canāt help with that because I have no idea where you live.
However, your local fire department, if you have one, will probably be happy to help. Call their non-emergency number. Nothing is on fire yet, so this isnāt an emergency, but things that can easily start a fire are still within the fire departmentās responsibilities. Tell them you have a phone with a bulging lithium-ion battery, you put it in a fireproof container, and you want to know how to dispose of it safely.
If the fire department tries to tell you this isnāt dangerous or itās okay to throw it out in the regular trash (with or without fireproof container), hang up on them and write a cranky letter to your local government representatives, then keep looking for a proper disposal site.
When you do find a a hazardous waste disposal site or an e-waste recycler, call them and make sure they will take defective Li-ion batteries, before showing up. Thatās also a good time to ask if they will let you have the fireproof container back.
Reblog to save lives.
[Image: A phone with the insides visible, including a battery that has inflated like a balloon. The photo is captioned, āPillow :33ā]
Reblogging because I would have had absolutely no idea what to do, either.
people saying ādonāt use your full government name for your ao3ā, ācreate different emails for work and personal useā but personally I think itās both sad and dystopian how capitalism/companies/even schools think they have the rights to cross your personal boundaries and insert themselves into your personal life. like, I get it, safety wise, why checking digital footprints can be important sometimes. but a gay fanfiction is not a fucking threat that could ever cause anybody harm. itās funny (not really, itās still sad and dystopian) how they now think they can control your personal life and prevent you from having hobbies
and while weāre at it, fuck this idea that ONE ACCOUNT has to belong uniquely to ONE PERSON. This is the same thing these silicon valley fucks want; their vision of the future where everyone has a unique biometric ID code implanted in their body is the ultimate extension of Netflixās āno password sharingā policy. You want to use your friendās car? Sorry, you canāt, you need to be an authorized user. Your mother wants to let you look something up on her OED account? Too bad! Thatās only for her! The concept of perfect market efficiency gives them greedy little money bag eyes.
If I pay money to have a newspaper sent to my house, they donāt charge me extra when I show it to my dad. This password sharing thing isnāt just a Netflix problem; donāt be surprised if it shows up elsewhere in other forms. Stamp this idea out now or weāll be stuck with it.
This is by far the most popular post I have and I have to say: good, Iām right. Password sharing and ID verification are going to kill the internet. not oooh in 50 years. in like 5 more.
Youāre years too late to be recognizing the threat of US government mass surveillance, bud.
All time great.
im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen toĀ
spiderman dances to the beat
no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour
hey guys do you want to circulate the heirloom dancing spiderman again i feel like we could stand to do that
ācapitalism worksā factoid actually untrue. the 62 people who own half the worldās wealth are outliers and should be eaten.
Absolutely nuts how they made up a number for this satire post and the correction is that reality is *more absurd* than the number they chose
no iām afraid itās even worse than that. 62 was correct in 2016 when the original post was made.
I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"
My little brother insisted if I was going to post about him, he wanted a cut of the "profits". When I explained to him that Tumblr isn't monetized, and is pretty pointless, he and my older brother pointed out that he'd still be bringing me "fame and notoriety" if the post got "big". So we agreed, if the post hit 10k notes, which seemed extremely farfetched and silly at the time, I'd take my little brother out for sushi (his favorite food) and let him eat as much as he wants.
I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi š£ š„²
at work they're showing us how to use AI tools like Copilot to help in our day to day tasks.
I have many reasons why I will not use those tools, going from lack of accuracy, lack of ethics, and a higher waste of energy.
But my main reason is this:
I will do things the hard way. I will learn how to do things the hard way.
Because AI is a subscription. And when the world is dependant on AI, they will raise the price of that subscription.
And when the company I work for decides that paying for AI is too expensive for their bottom line, they will remove it.
But I will still know how to work.
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
Take some advice from cooking; Fat is flavor. Hetting rid of it means the final product is bland.
do you love the colour of the basilosaurus
everyone tagging this as ādo you love the colour of the spineā is funnier than me
alright pack it up boys iāve hit my peak
Not to sound like a decrepit, rambling corpse about it, but back in my day Word used to be a pre installed program that came with your computer, if you were running Windows.
No subscription. Just program.
On your computer. You got to use it forever and ever and never had to worry about it going away.
Because it was physically on your computer. As a program. That you actually owned. Not because you got it separately, but because it was a standard inclusion with your computer.
I'm sorry but I'll just never get over it. I remember when companies cared about their products being usable out of the box. I remember when our things belonged to us.
Old man shaking fist at cloud, wherein the cloud is the background of the Windows 98 logo.
tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse
imagine youre a fat horse and your new neighbour is a personal trainer
horse that reads Marcus Aurelius
I was wrong. they didnt rock lee him. this horse is literally Gai. and i wish he was my dad
I DIDNāT LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL
Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light,Ā twinkling in between.Ā
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYE OF COALĀ SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATEĀ AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL
THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY
@irritatedlifeguard I agree with your tags.
Sometimes I feel like humans wouldn't give Rocky the same treatment that the Eridians gave Grace, but then I remember that PHM is about hope and coming together. And you know what?
The humans would give Rocky the BEST living enclosure and the BEST engineering equipment to play around with.
Love for Rocky would infuse human culture. The Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra would translate A Midsummer Night's Dream into Eridian, which would launch a whole new genre of opera.
Rocky would be a universally beloved figure across the whole planet, and people of all walks of life - from billionaires trying to show off, to school children who were introduced to Rocky in a Bill Nye cameo - would donate to the Eridian Life Support team for as long as Rocky lived. And once Rocky died, the Life Support Team would continue to keep the habitat functional, just in case our neighbors stop by to say hi.
There would be Rocky merch and a world-wide Rocky holiday.
Rocky would wear his exo-suit and co-teach classes with Grace. He would also teach engineering classes by himself. His students would love him. He would also earn an ungodly amount of human money to spend frivolously from doing lectures at symposiums and universities worldwide.
Also, the internet would be full of (somewhat concerned but also funny and affectionate) memes about Rocky and Grace's codependence, and people would do everything to keep those two together and support their heroes.
Earth would welcome Rocky just as warmly as Erid welcomed Grace.