Random Updater

I am me. I am weird. Deal with it. <3

[deeplylearning]

I just learned that some websites use cookies to adjust prices. That is, if you visit a certain website a lot the price will increase.

You can tell if that’s the case by checking the same web page on a different browser if you have a different number of stored cookies for that site. I checked something on Chegg and it was $14.95 on Chrome, $19.95 on Firefox, and $16.95 on Safari.

The fix? Clear your cookies for that website.

Reblog, save a wallet.

[justaquickquestion]

Plane tickets almost always do this!

[lmaodies]

PLANE TICKETS DO THIS ALL THE DAMN TIME 

When you’re looking for plane tickets and waiting for prices to drop, ALWAYS clear your cookies beforehand and switch between browsers. A friend of mine was looking for a flight and getting prices that were the CHEAPEST at $800-1000, I sent her a link for a round trip that was like $495, and it read as $900 on her computer because she had been hounding the airline site. 

[mugglesofficial]

alternatively: avoid all this headache by using incognito when shopping for plane tickets, text books, etc

[captocie]

Hotel rooms are notorious for this, as well. Just like, go on incognito mode to look at these sites, saves u a lot of time & hassle.

[gunzonyatmblr]

Bruh I ain’t never know dis thank you man

[marcvscicero]

writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page 

[fencer-x]

I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.

[writing-prompt-s]

write a scary story that can be read to kids and also scare adults

[owenabbott]

Guy comes in at the last second with his daughter. Daughter asks if the restrooms are open. Closed for the night, I tell her. There is a public one thats open across the street. She is a millenial. She accepts this. Her father does not.

He berates her, when she relays the information to him. As if she just wasnt forceful enough when she asked. He comes to me, a jovial mask on his face. Excuse me, he asks, do you have a restroom.

Closed for the night.

He laughs, tells me they’re not closed, they can’t be closed. I say, sorry, they are closed, and I don’t know the code to get in they change it at the end of the night and no one but the sup knows what it is. He is speechless when he realizes I am serious.

They sit down at one of the tables.

I make their drinks and call them out.

He looks at me.

Your hot chocolates, I say, they’re right here. I point. I placed them on the hand off counter, where drinks are handed off. They are right here.

And we are over here, the old man shouts. He wants me to bring his drinks to him.

So I see, I tell him. I get to work on the pre-closing routines. Leave his drinks there. He gets up, gets them.

“You’re don’t even have a bathroom,” he shouts at me. Red face of anger.

His daughter looks so embarrassed. They leave, I lock up behind them.

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

this is so typical. My mom does this and It makes me feel like dying inside. 

Like…mom. She forgot to give me chopsticks with my order its fine, no mom you dont have to call her over here, I’ll just use a fork mom stop cant you see she is dying a chopsticks aren’t that important, no i meant not important to ME,not that she should drop everythinga nd mom mom omg leave her al–HI, YES THANK YOU FOR THE CHOPSTICKS (i am so sorry)

[captainkay]

Seriously, not everything has to be a battle or an argument. Leave it be.

[duperderedere]

With folks like that, if the service industry isn’t bending over backwards and killing themselves they are lazy and doing a horrible job.

[kendrajk]

Informative Ancient Egypt Comics: BROS

Our 1st place contest winner requested a Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep comic as their prize.

[samandriel]

I took a class about Ancient Egypt last semester and we had a whole lecture dedicated to talking about how gay Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep were. Their tomb walls were decorated with scenes of them ignoring their wives in favor of embracing each other. In one scene, the couple is seated at a banquet table that is usually reserved for a husband and wife. There’s an entire motif of Khnumhotep holding lotus flowers which in ancient Egyptian tradition symbolizes femininity. Khnumhotep offers the lotus flower to Niankhkhnum, something that only wives were ever depicted as doing for their husbands. In fact, Khnumhotep is repeatedly depicted as uniquely feminine, being shown smaller and shorter than his partner Niankhkhnum and being placed in the role of a woman. Size is a big deal in Egyptian art, husbands are almost always shown as being larger and taller than their wives. So for two men of equal status to be shown in once again, a marital fashion, is pretty telling. Not to mention they were literally buried together which is the strongest bond two people could share in ancient Egypt, as it would mean sharing the journey to the afterlife together. And yet 90% of the academic text about these two talks about these clues in vague terms and analyze the great “brotherhood” they shared, and the enigma of Khnumhotep being depicted as feminine. Apparently it’s too hard for archaeologists to accept homosexuality in the ancient world, as well as the possibility of trans individuals.

[aeacustero]

On the last note, I was walking around the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago and there is a mummy on exhibit. It caught my attention because the panel that was describing it was talking about how it was a woman’s body in a male coffin and wow, the Egyptian working that day really screwed that up. My summary, not actual words, sorry I can’t remember verbatim but it basically said that someone screwed up.

They claimed that the Egyptians screwed up a burial.

The Egyptians. Screwed up. A burial.

Now I’m not an expert in Ancient Egypt but from what I know, and what the exhibit was telling me, burials and the afterlife and all that jazz DEFINED the Egyptian religion and culture. They don’t just ‘screw up’. So instead of thinking outside the box for two seconds and wonder why else a genetically female body was in a male coffin, the ‘researchers’ blatantly disregard the rest of their research and decided to call it a screw up. Instead of, you know, admitting that maybe this mummy presented as male during his life and was therefore honorably buried as he was identified. But it would be too much of a stretch to admit that a transgender person could have existed back then.

(Sorry I can’t find any sources online and it’s been like 2 years but it stuck in my mind)

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

There’s a lot of bigoted historian dragging on my dash these days and it makes me happy.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Once again, more proof that we queers have ALWAYS been here, and it’s a CHOSEN narrative to erase them.

[fozmeadows]

No Homo: A History

[micdotcom]

This veterans group made a striking ad calling out Trump — and put it where they knew he’d see it

[armaniblanco]

wow this just broke me down

[stimmywombat]

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By Cindy Lane

[brxkenpetal]

if this isn’t art, then i don’t know what it is

[purplebuddhaproject]

[moringottos-deactivated20210117]

once upon a time young young teenage me used to write fan fiction like my life depended on it, new fics every week and I had no idea there was someone out there printing out my fics and putting them in a box to read when they needed something to cheer them up

anyways fast forward to 20 year old me on my third date with Emily and she mentions offhand that she’s got this box of fic she printed out and saved

it’s a few months later after that and she shows me one of the fics in the box and holy shit that’s my garbage fic from so long ago

anyways my point is life is a fucking trip my dude

[maglorsgap-deactivated20170817]

i still remember when we found this out. i don’t think either of us stopped yelling for hours

[moringottos-deactivated20210117]

look it’s been eight years and I’m still like LMAO I MARRIED A FAN

[mc-dude]

This is the cutest thing I’ve ever read in my whole life

[bibliotheksbewohnerin]

things that still freak me out: those sinks americans have in their kitchens that you can destroy stuff with

[newusernamepending]

Honestly this post has been on my mind all day. Those weird destructosinks for people with too much money are apparently common in America. And Americans get defensive over them.

Well don’t come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink.

[lizardsexposed]

hOLY SHIT WHAT IF U TRY AND CLEAN THE PLUG AND TURN IT ON IM SO SCARED

[thirtythreethirtyfive-deactivat]

Okay it took me for-fucking-ever to figure out wtf you guys are talking about are you talking about garbage disposals? Like down the drain??

[lizardsexposed]

with the spinny knives

[cannabisbutch]

No knives, just a dull piece of spinny metal.

[lizardsexposed]

you realise it takes the same amount of force to cut thru a carrot as a finger

[doggirlsnout-deactivated2021062]

i dont know what you do over there but we usually don’t stick our hands in our sink drains

[rosekin]

who’s going around fisting sinks anyway

[grilledcheesesamus]

“don’t come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink”

is that person saying they fuck kitchen sinks? is that what I just read? they put their dick in the sink’s drain and they fuck it?

[rosekin]

dont sinkshame

[newusernamepending]

Child. Wean means child.

[m-to-the-6th-power]

Okay, so you put your CHILD in a sink and stuff them down the drain? That’s… that’s definitely worse.

[kawaiiorc]

This post is an experiance.

[iamthebestby2ne1]

[theweirdwideweb]

[quasi-normalcy]

Spread this around; remind the world that for every Nazi, there’s an entire train full of sensible people capable of basic moral behaviour. 

[smbc-comics]

Read more comics like this at smbc-comics.com

[justyouraveragefuckupatlife-blog]

The Completely Necessary Introduction.

I am a Millenial.

A bold statement for the first four words of a book, but if there is any way for these following stories to be completely understandable—and not just come across as entitled complaining— it needed to be established. I will not waste time by denying the stereotypes that come along with the label, because, regardless of what I say, I will still be portraying my generation to a t.

Going forward, every name used is purely fictitious. I want to be completely honest with whomever decides to read on, but I also wish to keep the privacy of my friends, family, and acquaintances. Most of these stories revolve around people whom I no longer speak to, and I rather not have anymore drama than what has happened in the past.

The recollections that I am about to share are not the highlights of my life. They are some of my lowest points and it will include my rock bottom. Again, I’m still young and this is far from what most people will consider to be a rock bottom, but at this point in my life it is the absolute worse I have ever been.

Many of these stories contain elements that my family and friends do not know about. There might be deep personal thoughts, or the whole truths about events that have occurred. Me taking the time to put pen to paper—or rather fingers to keys—is my way of finally coming to terms with what happened and what I did. In many cases it might seem like I play the victim card—and when it comes to my earlier years that’s probably true—but as soon as high school started I noticed that I can’t be the victim of everything. The world isn’t fully against me, that’s just how I want it to be.

The reason why I chose to immortalize the absolute worse parts of my life isn’t because I want sympathy. I want others to learn from my mistakes. I’m only twenty years old and I can, without a doubt, say I’m a fuck up. And you know what? I’ve only done it to myself. But hopefully there is something within these pages that can be taken away and stop anyone from feeling like they’ve fucked up as well.

tl;dr: I’m a millennial, I’m using fake names, I’m ready to tell the whole truth to keep people from being a fuck up like me.

[justyouraveragefuckupatlife-blog]

Tammy’s Tragic Ending

The first “friend” I’m ready to throw under the bus is a girl I’m going to name Tammy. You see Tammy and I first met in the first grade gifted class of my elementary school. But because my teacher was not only unqualified for her position, but also just didn’t give a fuck about first graders, I was pulled out of the class and didn’t return to gifted classes until third grade when there was a new teacher and everything would be more beneficial for my education.

That being said, third grade was also the time when I started speech therapy because I was basically one of those kids who thought /r/ was pronounced like /w/ and it was at the stage where it wasn’t cute or sociably acceptable anymore. So because of that I was pull out of class like twice a week, and I was honestly being made fun when it came to the way I said different things. Looking back at it now, kids are mean.

So Tammy and I didn’t begin to acknowledge each other’s existence until about fourth or fifth grade. At this point I still had an issue with getting to the bathroom in time; I remember just barley making it there in time and hearing “Oh My Gosh! I can’t believe she peed her pants. She’s such a baby.” That’s right, I’m not including my name in this shit, fucking deal with it. My heart sank and I knew it was Tammy saying it. I did not want to leave the bathroom, even if I knew I didn’t do what she said I did, I didn’t want to face the beady eyes of my classmates as they laughed and pointed fingers at me. My teacher had to come get me from the bathroom. Do you think Tammy got in trouble? HELL TO THE FUCKING NO!

The rest of elementary she was the typical bully, but she played it off so she could never get in trouble. She wouldn’t say things out loud, she would say them to one of her friends, they would laugh and look directly at me. It wouldn’t be that I got picked last in a team sport, because we never really played those in elementary, but it would be in a game of box ball; I would finally get to be in a spot from waiting in the terribly long line and instead of counting us down to start like she usually would she would start with a snake eye directed at me or a cherry bomb. (For those of you not familiar with box ball lingo, snake eye is when you look at one person but hit the back towards someone else and cherry bomb is when you bounce the ball as hard as you can.)

I’m sure you all are expecting that things got better because we went to two different middle schools. You’d be wrong. We were in the same exact middle school with, more or less, the same exact classes. Fuck. My. Life. But it doesn’t end there, somewhere along the way it was revealed to me that she was only mean to me when we were younger because I was mean to her. I WAS MEAN TO HER. Because ignoring her so that I wan’t constantly made fun of was being MEAN TO HER! We both said sorry, not like it meant anything and then buried the hatchet. And let me tell you that lasted for all of one summer because do you think that we went to two separate high schools? NOPE!

As a teenage girl there is a lot more thing you can be made fun of, expecially period accidents, and Tammy made sure to call mine out to whatever lunch table we sat at. And mind you I was only sitting with her because I thought we were friends. I THOUGHT WE BURIED THE HATCHET TAMMY. Long story short, we never buried the hatchet, she just wanted my to let my guard down, she wanted an in so she could call me a friend. Why you may ask, I’ll tell you why.

Tammy liked to use people. Now I’m not someone who is worth using to get anywhere, but I was that girl you graduated with, who baked for no reason other than because she wanted to. And Tammy liked to eat food, so when I made something Tammy was nice to me so that in return I would share with her. Tammy didn’t think I would catch on, but I caught on. By senior year Tammy and I only had four classes together which meant there was enough time for me to get rid of the sweets and be left with an empty container by the time I saw Tammy.

I remember I made cookie dough cupcakes, filled with cookie dough and topped with a cookie dough icing one day, (why? because Pinterest said it would be a good idea) and by the time I finally had a class with Tammy her EXACT word to me were “I heard you baked cupcakes, where’s mine?” Like I’m sorry but you were just talking shit about me LITERALLY behind my back two years ago and now you want a cupcake? Kiss My Ass.

We graduated and THANKFULLY I haven’t seen or spoken to Tammy since then. And honestly, I think the world’s a better place because of it. Tammy, I don’t know or really care where you are right now, but I just wanted to tell you that I hope you rot in hell bitch.

tl;dr: Tammy is a bitch and honestly she was popular and more liked because of it.

[justyouraveragefuckupatlife-blog]

Don’t Mix Up Friends with “Friends”

We all believe that everyone we meet has the potential to be a friend, but there is huge difference between people who genuinely care for you and share common interests— your friends— and those who only acquaint themselves with you to seem more popular, because your the school’s charity case, or because you have something they want—your “friends”.

There are countless memories of both groups I could pick from, but the good stories involve my lovely group of “friends” and a very sad truth that took me over seven year to realize.

I grew up in Miami, probably the exact opposite of the whole small town “I’m stuck with my classmates until graduation” trope, yet I graduated with a majority of people I’ve know since elementary. I beat you totally didn’t see that coming from a mile away…

Back to the actual point of this post (if there really is one). When making friends you don’t fully know the intentions of a stranger until they stab you in the fucking back. But all is far in love in war, so sometimes they end up using a double-edged sword and all parties end up hurt.

The next few posts will be stories related to this concept.