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One of my favorite things about Put Baby In Pelican Mouth is that not only does the pelican have the intelligence necessary to speak human language but also knows how to lie, suggesting it has a theory of mind, yet not enough to understand that no one is going to put baby in pelican mouth.
To be entirely fair to the pelican, I have seen humans do much, much dumber things with their infants. The park rangers in Louisiana ha e to regularly tell people to not put their babies on the ground next to the gators for a pic.
In fact, it could be argued that the peculiar grammar used by the pelican in the Put Baby In Pelican Mouth post is deliberate, like how phishers use major grammar errors in their messages so that people too smart for the scam (or smart enough to report them) ignore the emails and the scammer can focus on the most likely marks.
Regardless, the pelican is right: there is absolutely someone dumb enough to put a baby in its mouth because it asked politely. Probably dozens on that beach alone.
Put baby in pelican mouth for Instagram photo. Facebook photo of baby in pelican mouth for many likes and also happy asleep baby. So cute baby in pelican mouth for video on TikTok. Youtube short of baby so cute in soft pelican mouth for so many views to Youtube channel. Baby in pelican mouth challenge.
A Tale of Self-Discovery...
…or, how an awkward date led me discovering something very important about myself.
BUCKLE UP, BITCHES.
Okay. Backstory time. From the ages of 12-16, I attended a teeny private school. And by teeny, I mean ‘freshman class had six people in it’. Between you, me, and What About Bob?, it sucked. But this isn’t about that.
One of my handful of friends left to go to a bigger school when we were fifteen, and at some point she convinced me to go on a blind date with some classmate of hers. Whatever, I say, because again, my school is tiny and getting any sort of date is just not going to happen. And because I did want to have SOME kind of Traditional Teenage Experience, I figure, what the heck? I’ll go. Why not.
So Friend’s Friend (FF) and I text a bit for the few weeks before this happens (read: I get the nerve to tell my parents that I WANT A LIFE so can I see a movie with a stranger). So he was only, like, a bit of a stranger. Eh.
We go to the movies, he’s all, ‘wanna make out?’ and I go (inwardly, because I’m not THAT much of a disaster), ‘THIS IS MY ONE CHANCE, IMMA DO IT’.
It. I. I was not impressed. It was actually sort of awful. So I did learn a lesson on how to be all, ‘it was great, we gotta do this again!’ with no intention of doing this again. But anyways. I go home feeling a little confused because making out is a thing, right, people are obsessive about it? Do I suck? Did FF suck? What’s going on? Disney lied to me! Disney, how could you? I was promised joy, not, ‘your tongue is gross and why are you breathing like at all’.
I Google ‘hate kissing’. Because what is Google for if not soothing confused teenage girls.
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And that’s how I discovered that asexuality is a thing and it is me. So. FF, wherever you are, I’m sorry. But, uh, that movie theater makeout made me realize that I am really, really not into kissing anyone ever again. :/
Reblogging this because honestly, even after realizing…uh…a lot, I still had fucking hangups. It took me YEARS to be comfortable dressing in anything that might be described on a listicle as ‘cute’ or 'flirty’, and yeah, some of that was probably the Girl Pushback a lot of us go through (hands up if you had a 'fuck pink shit’ phase), but a lot of it was definitely 'I don’t want to be perceived this way’. It wasn’t a trauma thing. I’m still extremely uncomfortable with the idea that people might have X-rated thoughts about me specifically, but I’m not the thought police. I just finally got over it enough to go, 'what little boobs I possess look like they were drawn by a classical artist in this dress, let’s gooooooo’.
Just for the love of Christ do not hit on me. I’ll probably miss it…but if I don’t, we’ll both cry at the end.
Thinking about the deep secondhand embarrassment from the repetitive tapping scene and how it's caused by Rocky not understanding that Grace can't immediately tell there's an object in the room just by how the room sounds.
Thinking about how it’s almost immediately echoed in reverse by the tape measure scene, caused by Grace not understanding that Rocky can't tell the differences in how surfaces reflect light.
the thing is that why would you even ask chatgbt things you can google??? 'hey chat whats the tallest animal' not to blow your mind or anything but google has known about giraffes for forever. they even sometimes have articles for you to read its awesome. you dont have to ask your imaginary friend
Hah so we don’t even have google anymore lmao.
>see bird creeping up and down a tree trunk >look it up >common treecreeper
can't make this shit up
I hope Rian Johnson gets to make as many Benoit Blanc movies as there are Agatha Christie adaptations and more. I hope Daniel Craig gets to play the dapper, enigmatic, theater gay detective Benoit Blanc until he physically can't act anymore. And I hope that role far overshadows playing James Bond for years as his artistic legacy.
Johnson is the first writer in a long time to understand that the the serial detective archetype is a trickster spirit who takes power from the violently corrupt, and gives it to a common person who has passed his tests to prove they're good of heart and would use those resources to improve the world.
Cold take but all languages are beautiful actually. Every single one. Every single human language on earth is a collection of stories interwoven into the very fabric of the words that are spoken.
“Oh but this language sounds scary-“ have you heard a child speak it while pointing at a butterfly?
“Oh but this language sounds silly-“ have you heard someone’s grandma recite a recipe with such practiced ease it comes off as poetry?
“Oh but this language is really weird-“ and yours isn’t? Everyone’s language is weird, dumbass, it came free with your fucking humanity.
Every tongue that is spoken is a work of art. Every language a unique window into the world.
Isn’t it wonderful?
Happy Pride!
Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
was outside earlier and a bird Came Up, squatted down, fluttered it’s wings at me and opened its mouth like a hatchling begging for food (it was a grown female) so I went and checked the seed cube in the feeder and the thing was completely covered in mold. this is one of the weirdest things that’s ever happened to me. how did she know im the one in charge of the birdseed. How Did She Know To Pantomime Hunger At Me. Hello.
i have spent my afternoon confusedly getting dressed, driving to the store, purchasing a new seed block, driving home, washing the cage, and getting the feeder set back up. i don’t take this much care for my Own nutrition. ive been bullied into a grocery store run by a tufted titmouse. i feel so loved
text: [ “Some of you have forgotten that only three years ago you were perfectly capable of writing an essay, writing a eulogy, telling a bedtime story to a child, and it should worry you that powerful companies have convinced us we can’t do things we’ve been doing for 5000 years.” ]
Adrian: WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEAUTIFUL MATE QUESTION?!
Grace: I swear I didn’t teach him this! I promise!
Adrian: LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!
Rocky: Watch me macarena statement. My hands are in the air as if I simply do not care. I have also learned the whip and, additionally, the nay-nay.
Adrian: I’M CALLING A DOCTOR.
Rocky: Observe the worm *hits the ground with an earth-shaking thwump and screeches along the floor*
“Where are the trans men in history?” See. When you're born a gender that was forcefully married off, who had to live most of their life indoors, when you had to raise children, and had a lobotomy if your family thought you were a tad too odd, it's kinda hard to come out as a trans man now ain't it.
forever my lineage would use his wrong pronouns but not me
Trying new stuff from Costco is always high risk, high reward. Either you hate it and are now stuck with a giant box of something foul, or it's delicious but they stopped carrying it with no warning and you're left with memories of that really good imported whatever that is now virtually ungettable in your area.
Anyway, not sure if I'm hoping to like this soju or not. It looks good. It sounds good. But if they quit carrying it and it's delicious, I have to pay like seven dollars for a small bottle at Total Wine and I'll have to be sad forever.
Update: the soju was a delicious mistake and I hope they continue to carry it at least through the summer, because that shit's NICE.
something you don't learn until you get really far into the making and tinkering life is that there's no such thing as "glue" really. there are so many kinds of substances that stick other substances together and they are all very different and if you just go look at the adhesives aisle in the hardware store the packaging never actually tells you anything useful. it's like "this is SUPER T-REX POWER GLUE" and the fine print says "good for use on wood metal and plastic". okay. but WHICH PLASTICS MY GOOD BITCH,
because SURPRISE, there's no such thing as "plastic" either. every kind of wood is basically the same on a chemical level, but the only thing every plastic has in common is "some of its molecules are long" and that is NOT a quality that determines how things stick together.
I just ordered some stuff I hope will permanently stick a circuit board to a steel sheet and withstand temperatures up to 150 degrees. by the way circuit boards are made of epoxy-bound woven glass cloth which is cool as hell but what the fuck do you glue that with? can any of the 12 kinds of adhesives I currently own do that? no of course not. if I want to stick two pieces of acrylic together so hard they become watertight to a depth of 3000 metres I have some shit that does that, but it does literally nothing else.
anyway. once you start learning how many kinds of sticking things together there are, the people at 3M start to seem like witches and I don't know if they're the kind we can trust with that level of arcane knowledge
Can I introduce you to one of the most useful sites from the early web? It’s thistothat.com and it tells you what kind of adhesives work to stick different types of substances together. It looks like it was designed in 1999 with some ads slapped over the top, because it was designed in 1999…. But like most things from the early web, it does what’s on the label: tells you how to stick this to that.
Arcane knowledge my ass, the internet used to be useful about shit.