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Every time you go in a public place and something ISN’T disgusting it’s because somebody cleaned it. Every time you feel comfortable using a public bathroom or sitting at a restaurant table or setting something on a gas station counter or playing on a playground it’s because somebody cleaned it.
Thank you to everyone who cleans the world, especially those who are underpaid and under appreciated.
"It's not hurting anyone" until it is, y'know
Obligatory "not all people" and "not all situation" yadda yadda yadda, but also, I don't feel like watering this one down into oblivion. You know what I mean.
Parenting Class
AU! Aerion Targaryen x Reader
Plot: You both matched on tinder, his chaotic personality asked you on a first date to Couples Therapy then Anger Management.
-•-
The parenting class was held in the function room, a lot more warmer and welcoming than the Anger Management class. Little drawings from young kids scattered the wall beside self help leaflets. You’d hope Aerion would grab a few of those, he needed serious help if this is how he spends his week, maybe you did too since you are willing to join.
There were biscuits.
A kettle.
A circle of hopeful looking couples and one laminated sign that read:
WELCOME, NEW PARENTS!
You stopped dead at the door. “This is a terrible idea.” Aerion looked around. “No…” He smiled. “This is our best one yet.”
“You realise these people are about to tell us about labour.” You grab at him, you knew how babies are made and born, you really hoped they didn’t go into the details of things stretching.
“I watched a documentary.”
“You watched one episode of animal planet.”
“I cried.”
You tapped the side of his shoulder while entering the room before him to find a seat, “It was emotional.” He scoffed behind you.
The instructor, Hannah, welcomed everyone inside. “Come and take a seat!”
You and Aerion squeezed into two chairs, he took your hand and rested it on his lap playing the devoted husband and father. He gave Hannah a small smile.
Hannah beamed. “So! Let’s go around and introduce ourselves.”
A lovely couple smiled. “We’re expecting twins.” The woman is HUGH, you and aerion both looked at each other in surprise that one woman could end up that size from babies.
Applause.
Another couple. “This is our first baby.”
Another couple. “Our baby is 2 months.”
More applause.
Then Hannah looked at you both. “And yourselves?”
Aerion smiled confidently. “I’m Aerion.”
You introduced yourself.
“And how old is your little one?”
Without missing a beat, Aerion answered, “Thirty four.”
The room went silent.
You looked at him. “Thirty? four?”
He frowned. “What?”
“Our baby?” You started, “is thirty four?”
“Oh.” He nodded. “Right.”
He looked back at Hannah.
“Three months.”
Hannah laughed politely. “And what’s your baby’s name?”
Aerion turned to you. “What is our baby’s name?”
You stared at him. “You don’t remember?”
His face filled with guilt. “Oh God…”
“You forgot our own child?” You faked a gasp, if you had pearls you’d be clunching them by now.
“I’ve been under so much pressure.” Aerion overrated a tap, fingers in his short silver hair. He looked at his hands and turned to the room. “I was a brunette last year.”
Several parents looked horrified.
You sighed dramatically. “It’s Kevin.”
A woman whispered to her husband.
“Poor Kevin.” He nodded in agreement.
The class moved on. “Has anyone been struggling with sleep?”
Hands shot up.
“It’s exhausting.”
“I’ve had three hours all week.”
Hannah nodded sympathetically. “And yourselves?”
You sighed. “Kevin sleeps through the night.”
Everyone stared. “You are so lucky!”
Aerion shook his head sadly. “Not really.”
“No?”
“He snores.”
“At three months?”
“He has the lungs of a rugby player.”
One father frowned. “Do babies snore?”
Aerion looked insulted. “Have you met Kevin?”
Next topic.
“Nappy changing.”
Hannah held up a doll. “Who usually changes the nappies?”
You immediately pointed at Aerion. “He does.”
He looked horrified. “I do?”
“You insisted.”
“I thought we took turns.”
“You said nappies build character.”
A woman smiled warmly. “That’s lovely.”
Aerion nodded slowly. “Yes, I definitely said that.”
Hannah handed him the demonstration doll. “Would you mind showing everyone?”
He accepted it confidently while he held it upside down.
The room collectively inhaled.
You gently turned the doll the right way around. “He’s had a long week.”
Later, Hannah asked “What milestones has your baby reached?”
You smiled proudly. “He’s crawling.”
Aerion nodded. “And taxes.”
You closed your eyes. “Aerion.”
“What?”
“Babies don’t do taxes.”
“Our Kevin’s advanced.”
The woman beside you finally asked the question. “How old did you say he was?”
“Three months.”
“And he’s crawling…”
“Yes.”
“Doing taxes.”
Aerion nodded. “He also has a LinkedIn and facebook.”
The room was beginning to suspect something, Hannah decided to ask something simple. “What brand of nappies do you use?”
You answered instantly. “Pampers.”
Aerion answered at exactly the same time. “Huggies.”
You both looked at each other, he narrowed his eyes. “So that’s where all the arguments started, you’ve changed.”
You crossed your arms and turned it face him in the plastic chair. “You used to believe in Pampers? Said they were leak proof.”
“I’ve grown.”
Hannah blinked. “You argued over nappies?”
Aerion scoffed. “We nearly divorced over nappies.”
One of the dads gasped. “You can get through it,” he offered sincerely.
Aerion patted his shoulder. “We’re not trying.”
Then came the practical exercise, each couple was handed one of those weighted baby dolls. “Imagine this is your baby.”
Aerion immediately cradled it. “He’s heavier than I expected.”
You smiled, he looked great holding a baby properly. You thought it was like one of those moments in a movie where a man spots his wife holding a baby and realises something, this was your moment. “He has your forehead.”
“He absolutely does.”
“You denied it at first.”
“I was scared .”
Hannah walked past. “Oh! That’s lovely. You’re already bonding.”
Aerion looked at the doll. “Would you still love me if I accidentally dropped him?”
Your eyes widened. “Accidentally?”
“I said if.”
“No.”
“Fair.”
As the session ended, Hannah stopped you both. “You two have such an… unusual dynamic.”
“Thank you,” Aerion said proudly.
She smiled. “So… where’s Kevin today?”
There was a long pause.
You looked at Aerion, aerion looked at you then, without absolute sincerity, he spoke. “Honestly? We forgot him.”
Hannah’s face drained of all colour, before she could reach for her phone, you burst into laughter so hard you doubled over.
Aerion followed a second later.
It took Hannah another ten seconds to realise there was no Kevin. “No baby?” she asked weakly.
“No baby,” you managed between laughs.
“No nappies?”
“No.”
“No sleepless nights?”
“No.”
“You’ve just… come here?”
Aerion nodded. “It was either this or bowling.”
Hannah stared at the pair of you for what felt like an eternity. Then she started laughing too, helpless, head back, tears in her eyes laughing. When she finally caught her breath, she pointed towards the exit. “I’m banning you.”
“Fair,” Aerion admitted.
“But…” She shook her head, still smiling.
“if you two ever do have children…” She looked between you both. “those poor, poor teachers.”
Hi im a librarian amd that's not now this works. If a library allows you to have a digital card and not live in the area, you are NOT taking away resources from other people, that's not how anything works. Please keep doing it!!! The more people that use our services, the more money we can get from funding sources!!! Please use us!!! We are not utilized enough, by people in or out of our community. Thanks.
"youre not always nice but youre kind and youre not always perfect but youre good" is the perfect analysis of supergirl's character and its such a beautiful message for young women
“Don’t you want to see what’s in there so that we can hold people accountable? These fucking rapists! We’re just cool with it?”
“That bitch has the keys to the nuclear. He’s, like, all up into 13-year-olds. Like, dude, what? Go to jail. Go to jail.”
Alan Ritchson you have bewitched me
Now that everyone is discussing Nolan's Odyssey movie, I feel like it's a good time to let non-Italians know that the production dumped plastic props into the Italian sea. Weirdly enough I could not find any article in English about it but it's a fucking problem nonetheless.
I might translate this article later today. This one was the most complete one, even in Italian news it's not talked about that much.
Non è la prima volta che la produzione solleva un vespaio in Sicilia. A Lipari una squadra di sub sarebbe però già impegnata a bonificare i
They dumped plastic skeletons in environmentally protected areas, against the literal contracts they had to sign to get the permits to film in environmentally protected areas. Like they not only did a bad ecological thing that freaked out some divers, they literally broke environmental protection laws and their contract with the Italian government
They also filmed in illegally occupied territories in western sahara
Sahrawi filmmakers criticise Christopher Nolan for complicity in Moroccan exploitation of Sahrawi land
The earrings, worn by Zendaya at The Odyssey press tour, are believed to be 2,000-3,000 years old and come at a time when the US is bombing
From the article:
“The practice of taking jewellery and other artefacts, especially those associated with the royal courts of great empires of the past, the Mughals, the Safavids, and others, and then allowing actors and celebrities to adorn them sends a clear message: not only will we not return what we took from you, because we consider ourselves more worthy custodians, but we also continue to occupy the symbolic position of monarchs and rulers over the lands from which these artefacts were removed”
- Zirrar Ali, London-based author and expert on Islamic history, art, and architecture
“…These pieces are likely looted from Iran and they are gracing the ears of an American actress from a country that just bombed Iran…also I think the irony of wearing historical jewellery to a movie that is an absolute train wreck of anachronistic language, armour, gender roles, pants, is a funny choice.”
- Dr. Z the Archaeologist
An article in English
Another article about the violation of international law in using another of the film’s locations.
The decision to shoot in Moroccan-occupied Western Sahara, where the Indigenous people can’t tell their stories without fear of imprisonment
Nothing like holding my love
Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
when I was in high school, I overheard two older students talking about a friend of theirs.
One of them said something like, "it doesn't bother me that [Friend] was in residential mental health treatment, I just wish they wouldn't talk about it ALL the time".
The other replied, "Well, that was all of last year for them. So when they say 'when I was in treatment,' it's like when you say 'last year'."
I try to remember that any time someone says something that sounds Shocking to me. sometimes one person's scary special crisis is another person's last year.
If you want to be accepting of mental illness, you need to accept the fact that some people's everyday lives are going to be terrifying to you. That doesn't mean they don't get to talk about it. Stop forcing hurt, isolated people to become even MORE hurt and isolated because you can't fathom toughening up a bit.
“spicy pillow” jokes aside, I think @flowerkrone’s 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 phone’s battery. It’s not a battery anymore. Now it’s a balloon full of corrosive, pyrophoric chemicals and hydrogen gas and it’s 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 isn’t going to happen soon – there is no need to panic – but it will happen eventually.
And, indeed, it doesn’t go in the ordinary trash. You put this in the ordinary trash and you’re gonna set the garbage truck on fire. Don’t 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 – often sold as a “Dutch oven.” Any other cooking container that’s 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 don’t 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. Don’t put any padding in there, that’ll 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 “DEFECTIVE LI-ION BATTERY – FIRE HAZARD”.
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. Don’t leave it exposed to the weather, either.
You need to find either a hazardous waste disposal site, or an e-waste recycler that will accept defective Li-ion batteries. I can’t 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 isn’t an emergency, but things that can easily start a fire are still within the fire department’s 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 isn’t dangerous or it’s 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. That’s 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, “Pillow :33”]
Reblogging because I would have had absolutely no idea what to do, either.
Thought this was a good chart to add here, because I’m so tired of explaining myself. I’m sure most of you are, too.
It was a Tuesday in 1981 when the San Francisco police kicked in the door.
Inside the small apartment, they expected to find a hardened criminal. They expected a drug kingpin. They expected resistance.
Instead, they found a 57-year-old waitress in an apron.
The air in the apartment smelled sweet, thick with chocolate and something earthier. On the kitchen counter, cooling on wire racks, were 54 dozen brownies.
The police officers began bagging the evidence. They confiscated nearly 18 pounds of marijuana. They handcuffed the woman, whose name was Mary Jane Rathbun.
She didn't look scared. She didn't look guilty.
She looked at the officers, smoothed her apron, and reportedly said, "I thought you guys were coming."
Tags quoted from Previous:
#i didnt reblog the first time #because i wanted to verify this #and now that i have? hell yeah brownie grandma
Can you please share how you verified, and give alternate sources, so we can maybe quiet the accusations of "A.I. slop" in the comments?
I'd be only too happy to do that. I was suspicious to start, too. It seemed a bit on the nose to have the weed brownie grandma named "Mary Jane," but also, that's a very common combination in a certain place and time, so I thought it was worth the extra effort.
What I did was find sources that made the claim (in this case, that a woman named Mary Jane was a medicinal marijuana activist in California, USA in the 1980s and 90s.) I checked the dates to get some certainty those sources aren't AI slop, then checked that the sources are generally reliable.
Then I followed useful details about the place and time, and other people involved, to explore it more fully.
The first thing I did was search for "Brownie Mary" and see if that turned anything up at all. It turned up a LOT of results. Predictably, some of them were recipes, but not all of them.
Next up, I checked sources and dates. Wikipedia can be dodgy for academic use, but their policy on LLM-generated input is very clear: they don't want slop. I started by reading that page and then went on to read others.
The Atlas Obscura article is from 2018. I found another one from SFWeekly from 2017.
Both of those are decent sources - Atlas Obscura gets a High factual reporting rate from MediaBiasFactCheck, and while MBFC doesn't have a rating for SFWeekly, the verbiage in that article is very close to what GastroObscura has. (Also to what the post itself has, right down to the choice of pull quote.)
Now, we can stop there and feel pretty confident that articles published before the wide availability of LLMs are not, in fact, LLM generated.
...or we can go deeper, and run this all the way back to source.
I spotted references to a Chicago Tribune imterview of Mary Jane Rathbun, published in 1993.
My search string of "Chicago Tribune 1993 Mary Jane Rathbun" hit it in the top 3 results. That article includes some fun new details: she wore a cannabis leaf shaped pendant to her trial!
She also objected to being portrayed as a cuddly grandma up against The Man, so I must retract my flippant tags, above.
The evidence now strongly points to Brownie Mary being a real woman who really went to court for giving AIDS patients weed brownies. But can we get closer? I've now seen several mentions of a 1980 attempt at convicting her too.
The articles have mentioned Sonoma County and a nonprofit called the Shanti Project, so let's hook onto that and see what we get.
Searching for "Mary Jane Rathbun Sonoma County 1980" gets me an article from a law firm; that mentions the prosecuting attorney by name, and points to a book: Lust for Justice: The Radical Life & Law of J. Tony Serra, by Paulette Frankl. It even has an excerpt!
We can run the book down too, just for fun (now we have a primary source.) My favorite used book site has a copy for $1. Amazon gives a view of the back cover, too:
...wow. I should see if my library has that!
The excerpt on the site has a mention of a candelight vigil held for her death in 1999. It took some hunting past things I'd already read and a bunch of shops giving written tributes, but I found a news report about that, too.
There's a lot of information out there, and it's worth digging into. Otherwise it's altogether too easy to think something real and worth knowing is just another bit of slop.
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