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MOST of my problems could be solved by carly rae jepsen cut to the feeling. the rest will have to be solved by carly rae jepsen run away with me.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and itās not to watch the shoppers. See, we canāt actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didnāt exist in my household. Itās normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
āWhat the hell, Iāll take another,ā says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. Heās not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. Heās not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadnāt spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldnāt have spent any. I go home. I donāt own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.Ā
Iām not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlandoās walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (ācast membersā) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even āfaceā characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
ā⦠I still dream of Krypton.ā
SUPERGIRL: WOMAN OF TOMORROW (2021, #8)
She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesnāt sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. Sheāll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crewāelite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldnāt read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didnāt get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldnāt pay the electric bill. Music wasnāt a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a jobāfactory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boysā āWouldnāt It Be Niceā? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of āThese Boots Are Made for Walkināā? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to āLa Bambaā? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent yearsādecadesātrying to crack the secret of the Beach Boysā gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When āYouāve Lost That Lovinā Feelināā hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didnāt fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musiciansā anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard āGood Vibrations,ā āRiver Deep ā Mountain High,ā the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generationās youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. Sheās now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the āBeach Boysā were, in fact, Carol Kayeās.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didnāt know her name.
She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.
my mutual will post āi just blocked one of my mutualsā and iāll be reading it on my own dash with my own eyes directly from their blog thinking āit was probably meā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.šā
having a tumblr blog is for those of us who could never manage to keep a diary for more than two weeks when we were twelve
I think it's better than that. A Tumblr blog isn't just a journal or diary; it's more of what was known as a commonplace book.
Commonplace books aren't just for recording your thoughts and personal histories. They include quotes, stories, drawings, ephemera, and other pieces of things that catch your attention or that you find significant. If one heard a poem they wanted to keep, or saw a field they wanted to sketch, or had an insightful thought about a play, they would collect all that in the commonplace book.
Isn't that what we do here? We collect and create art, and jokes, and commentary, and political thought, and a lot of us cram it all onto the same blog and throw it at our followers who can then choose to keep it for themselves or let it pass by. We're basically in a salon passing our commonplace books to one another and occasionally copying a passage (reblogging), making an addition (reblogging with commentary), or making an aside to our companions (commenting in the tags/replying).
And I like that a lot.
Sidewinder Rattlesnake (Crotalus cerastes), family Crotalidae, Death Valley National Park, CA, USA
Venomous.
photograph by Ryan Sikola
š³ļøāš my first pride artwork this year š³ļøāš
No pairing was requested as often as Catradora. And Iām actually quite surprised that Iāve never created fan art for this fantastic series.
Requests are still open until June 20th; you can continue sending in your suggestions until then.
TRANSFORMERS: REVENGE OF THE FALLEN ā 2009 // dir. Michael Bay
She is baby
idk if this is an usamerican thing or not but it always blows my mind as a small european country resident that yall have many names and types of apples???? what do you mean its not just red yellow or green??? why is it so complicated??? who is granny smith????
'whats your favorite apple' 'red' 'no i mean like what type' '??????' actual conversatiom i've had with a mutual from usa
THIRTY TWO??????
Listen that doesnāt even account for all the weird shit local farmers are getting up to.
May I present the best apple:
the world is so big and beautiful
you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.
Who would have guessed the guys who named their company after the tool the all powerful villain from Lord of the Rings uses to spy on the heroes are like *evil* evil.
Like, we already knew, but just coming out and saying it is bonkers.
its almost june something gay and magical will happen to me
people will really come into kink spaces and say you can't forcefem women like there wasn't a feature length movie about an elderly gay man forcefemming a woman as part of scheme to thwart an elaborate assassination attempt before the killer even determined their target
What... What movie is this.
ain't no way in hell this post even breaks 500
i was trying so hard to remember the nonexistent assassination subplot in My Fair Lady
Theyāre calling me every slur under the sun over on twitter for this post
Would you sell liquor to this baby
Yes
No
I donāt think life begins at contraception but Iād still sell liquor to baby
Wait hold on rb canceled thatās the wrong word wait no stopļæ¼
Yang: *sings happily about living with her queen in their garden of ecstasy, like a normal straight person*
Yang: *sings sadly about how she doesnāt think Blake returns her feelings but sheās ready to let Blake break her heart again anyway, like a normal straight person*