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Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean mental illness don’t exist.
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When u hold your hand out to a cat and they close their eyes and bump it with their forehead reblog if u agree
Wayan Sumardana, the Indonesian welder that made bionic arm out of junk - Watch the video
it looks like the #ImStickingWithTony hashtag was originally created by Tony Abbott supporters but it seems to have, uh, derailed
someome on facebook literally complained about the puppy bowl how do you
fucking
complain
about
the fucking
P U PPY BOWL?????????????? i dnot g e t it??
also:
let’s not forget about kitty halftime show if you complain about the puppy bowl you’re wrong
The puppy bowl now will include nude goat cheerleaders! How could you miss that?
this will go down as the best day of my life. the day i found out about the puppy bowl.
traumacomplex:
no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.
and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.
Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks
Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred
imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system
imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark
imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear
imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black
imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks
imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks
Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.
i hope Black Mirror is reading this.
.. not the dolphin thing.. the tally thing.
shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup
TECHNOLOGY IS SCARY WAAAAAAH
Some people make a living selling ebooks so go f-f-fuck yourself.
Book lovers need to know something about millenials:
-we don’t have a lot of money
-we often don’t have a lot of space
-and we move a lot more frequently than other generations might have
and that doesn’t even account for more severe realities, like abused women who lose everything they own when they are kicked out of their homes, or how poor young urban millenials of color are likely to fall behind on rent and be evicted - and yes that means losing all your physical possessions often including books.
The only books I still have right now are my ebooks. I swear to god every single time someone condemns me for “not caring” enough about “real” books I want to turn around and slap them upside the head. I HAD REAL BOOKS. IT WAS A LUXURY. THAT LUXURY WAS FORCIBLY TAKEN FROM ME. I CANNOT AFFORD THE SPACE AND TIME IT TAKES TO OWN PAPER COPY BOOKS ANYMORE. ALL I OWN ANYMORE IS DIGITAL INFORMATION BECAUSE PEOPLE KEEP TEARING MY PHYSICAL POSSESSIONS FROM ME.
When you meet millenials! Who are scared of owning physical things! It is likely because they moving sublet to sublet regularly. I know most of you know someone like this if you are not literally someone like this. You sort of maybe are out of your parents home but maybe not, and when you are out of your home or if you aren’t lucky enough to have parents that will let you stay at home, you stay on couches or live in someone else’s room while they’re gone and every couple of months to years you have to pack all your shit and leave. The providence of the poor is being hopelessly itinerant.
if you take the luxury of having physical books for granted and condemn ebooks you’re a classist and probably also a racist because mostly it’s old white people who write this stupid ass think pieces.
This guy couldn’t fit the ebooks I have in my pocket in a whole book case as physical books and I’M supposed to feel bad about that?
I used to have a lot of physical books. Now I have… five?
My mother is the sort of person who goes into your bedroom with a trash bag and throws out your stuff. She calls this “going through clutter” because she finds her others’ possessions “oppressive.” While this was annoying while growing up, it meant that I have now little attachment to physical things and will choose lasting, transportable, virtual objects for preference when possible. Virtual media can’t be taken away from me.
Also, my mother was a rather aggressive curator of my possessions anyway. While this meant that I now have “good taste,” she really hated to see me reading “trashy books.” She is now fond of Tamora Pierce, but initially, the lurid covers of the paperbacks meant that they were deemed “trashy,” and I had to smuggle in vast quantities of them before they gained a foothold in the home. Virtual media can be kept private, and is harder to discard or dismiss based on poor visual design.
We had a house full of books, but I considered very few of them mine, taking only a handful when I moved out. I had to move around a lot at first as I tried to pay rent and carve out my own space. I had to carve down my small, precious book collection into something I could carry by myself. I don’t have to leave virtual media behind every time my life changes.
Then I moved in with a boy. The boy had many of the same books I did. Since he was more prosperous, many of his were nicer. He also didn’t have a lot of space, and I felt bad. I sat in my tiny studio apartment, packing up my books and crying to myself as I sorted them into the three familiar piles.
Keep.
Give to charity.
Throw away.
Those books were so expensive. A fine new hardback book was $20. I loved Terry Pratchett so much that I would always buy them new. But that $20 could have been my food for a week. And now I was giving it to charity like it was nothing, this book I had gone hungry for, simply because my partner already had a copy. I had no money and I was surrounded by a collection of hundreds of dollars’ worth of useless, heavy, redundant books. Virtual media doesn’t make me cry this way.
Then the boy and I… well, we moved to England together, didn’t we? Now I didn’t even have a car to drive my books around in. I had two suitcases. I left my cat and my wedding dress and my clothes and almost every book. I took about seven books with me. Virtual media crosses oceans without weighing anything at all.
Then we moved onto a boat. The book has bookshelves, but is nothing like our previous library. At this point I was able to pick up my seven books and say “Let’s go!” but my husband had to sell his books. At the car boot sale, people boggled. “Did you just sell your bookshop?” they asked. And Dr Glass was quite upset. Over twenty years of his lovingly curated bookshelves evaporated with almost nothing to show for it. Virtual media doesn’t sink boats … and suits small-space living.
So we’ve reached a compromise. The husband collects Folio Society books. They dominate our bookshelves. These are books for book lovers. You think book apologists love books? They don’t know shit about books. These Folio Society fuckers are gilded and illustrated and come in glowing slipcases. They’re what beast-kings put in their libraries to lure teenage girls into marriage. You read “The Golden Compass” or “Hitchhiker’s Guide” in Folio editions and you keep going “FUCK, LOOK AT THIS READING EXPERIENCE,” okay? These books upgrade you instantly into book snob, like “Fuck off with your trade paperback. Does it have exquisite watercolors of Lyra and Pan, Pullman’s own preface and hand-drawings, and a slipcase you could use to kill an armored bear? No? Fuck off with your little mashed tree products and have fun collecting silverfish. My grandchildren will fight over who gets to inherit this book.”
So my husband has a nice little collection that he occasionally adds to, but the whole point is that these physical books are incredibly special, hold their value very well (he makes a reasonably profitable hobby of selling and trading within those circles), and are worthy of being weighty physical objects, bringing multiple levels of aesthetic pleasure and value to our home.
And I have my Kindle.
I have a shitload of books on my Kindle.
And if I were to drop my Kindle in the ocean right now, or if my life were to be consumed by flames, I wouldn’t lose my books again.
Physical media has its place in my heart and home.
But virtual media doesn’t break my heart.
Oh god, the books I’ve moved over the years, and sometimes it has been me for hours in the dark lugging boxes. You learn the hard way how full you can fill a box and still lift it. I was lucky—I only had about two years where I had to whittle down my possessions to the things that I could lift myself, but those were hard years, and my heart goes out to anyone who is having to do it for long decades. If I had a tablet then, I would have been so happy. (My monstrous old computer monitor nearly broke me during that time.)
Now I am settled and rooted and I still only buy only art books in hardcopy and all other books in e-format if it’s humanly possible.
I will never stand for luddite elitists who wax masturbatory over the smell of book glue while dismissing digital books as “not reading”. Anyone who does that can eat a bag of bees.
No doubt digital books offer certain advantages over paper, as the fantastic comment above illustrates.
My one concern with digital books is the fact that they exist in closed marketplaces controlled by singular corporations. Nearly anyone can print and sell a paper book, but if you want to sell a digital book, you have to go through Amazon and/or Apple and/or Google, and that really worries me.
I wish there was a way to create an open marketplace for digital books that didn’t depend upon massive corporations.
That being said, more power to readers of digital books, and more bags of bees to the elitist luddite haters.
(Also, if I knew a guy was going around taking pictures of people who were reading paper books, I wouldn’t want to read paper books. I’m not a fucking exhibit in your anti-tech crusade, dude.)
Campbell Newman, Liberal politician and known turtle-person, has lost his seat of Ashgrove in the recent Queensland state election.
"Well, that sucks." He said as he chewed on some tadpoles he had just caught from wetlands he had recently poisoned in anticipation to the widespread destruction to the Great Barrier Reef he had wanted to inflict on the state.
"I guess I didn’t say "stronger Queensland" enough times? Isn’t that how you win elections? You repeat the same lie over and over despite all the facts going against you and hope people have short term memory loss."
"Maybe it was the inflection…" he pondered to himself as he shoved more live tadpoles into his mouth. "Stronger Queensland. Stronger Queensland? STRONGER! queeeeeeeeenslind. Strongah Quinslond. Stronedict Cumbersland. Stronger Queensland!”
"Just go home already!" yelled a frustrated ABC journalist who had been covering Newman live for the past hour as he had reached into his seemingly unending bucket of tadpoles. "It’s over! IT’S OVER!"
Tony Abbott has said he won’t resign despite increasing dissent within the Liberal Party regarding his leadership due to his poor performance, knighting Prince Philip, and claims his leadership negatively effected the Queensland election.
"Come on guys!" Tony pleaded. There was a feminine cough from within the room. "And Julie!"
"Actually that was me," said Morrison. "But yeah… yeah! JULIE IS HERE TOO!” Morrison burst up from his seat only to suddenly be overcome with self consciousness and awkwardly sat back down again. He hung his head in shame.
"I’m your Captain! We’re a team! WHAT TEAM?"
"WILDCATS!" Morrison jumped up again only to realise no one had joined in. He slowly lowered his arms and let out a meek "wildcats… woo…" before sitting down again.
"No. Team Australia. The LNP team. The Rich White Males - and Julie Bishop - Club."
There was a loud groan from the back.
"I’M HERE TOO GUYS! I’M HERE TOO!" yelled Susan Ley. "DID EVERYONE FORGET ABOUT ME THE DAY AFTER I GOT HERE?"
"YES!" Tony sighed. "I’m still the Captain, OK? I am the best at sports, therefore I am Captain."
"That’s not how it works-" Julie tried to say before Tony interrupted her.
"I know how it works, Julie! It’s a metaphor!"
"So… is… sports a metaphor for… lying? Or are you literally talking about sports but don’t know what a metaphor is?"
"…the specifics aren’t important, Julie. Specifics aren’t part of the LNP mindset."
"I’m going to replace you. I hope you know that." Julie stared at him with her cold dark eyes. The black of the iris seemed blacker than black. It was a darkness that felt eternal. "Your time is numbered so it’s time to play ball." The lights flickered around her. Tony Abbott look around wildly at the lights.
"Shit, the ceiling wizards must be angry again."
Morrison leaned over to Joe Hockey who was slouched back in his chair with a disinterested look on his face.
"Does Tony not know how lights work?" Morrison asked.
"Don’t talk to me. You’re not cool enough to talk to me."
Scott Morrison recoiled, hurt. “But we’re all in this together…” he whimpered.
This is like installing Windows on a Mac.
I am physically required to reblog this or my heart will stop beating.
oh my god
puppy loaf ^_^
I’m too short for this shit
me trying to reach anything ever (via my-name-is-void)
50 Shades of Attempting to Pass Abuse Off as Romance
omg. never read the book and sure as shit not gonna see the movie - even more so now.
