This is the best ad for Project Hail Mary I have ever seen. Like if I was on the fence about watching or reading it, this would convince me to do so.
If I didn’t already watch it this would’ve got me to buy it
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This is the best ad for Project Hail Mary I have ever seen. Like if I was on the fence about watching or reading it, this would convince me to do so.
If I didn’t already watch it this would’ve got me to buy it
okay let's bake a cake 🎂
butter
sugar
eggs
flour
milk
baking powder
vanilla extract
PHRASE ADDED!
Vanilla Extract.
BONUS!!! BIOSPHERE PERMANENTLY ALTERED!
Wait I should actually make this cake recipe
@consumerofshorthomies did one like this actually lol idk where it is
💬 3 🔁 87 ❤️ 60 · And the measurements are as follows · I made the cake today @bees-official @maryland-officially @yu-and-rei-vi @fwoooosh
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if you have to rely on specific scripts or turns of phrase to socialise that's totally fine, but you must NOT reveal them to your friends while slightly drunk. it's like showing how the magic trick works, you can't do it in front of them afterwards
i like dogs a lot but i can never remember the differences between breeds (apart from the few types i've actually owned/interacted with). but i know people looove their dogs and love talking about their dogs, so whenever im talking to a dog owner i'll ask what breed it is, and no matter what breed they say i'll say "oh! i've heard they have a really nice nature :D" and they always go YESSS THEY'RE GREAT and start gushing about their dog and we have a nice conversation and i build social credit with this person. anyway i told my friends about this script a few weeks ago when slightly drunk and now every time we're in public together and a dog goes past they turn to me and ask "does that one have a nice nature?" im in a hell of my own making
i do think we should normalise being like. platonically enamoured with someone. perhaps i love and admire you dearly and there's nothing romantic about it
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I made the first page so long ago but hey, I finished.
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also! Prada has blue sweats.
blue prada-
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He gets that vector ass from Pilates
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Global warming under decades of neo-liberal governments means that this is France right now:
It means all rivers are going dry, and that one of the longest river of Europe, the Danube, has gone so dry we've discovered mammoth skeletons.
Back to France, it means more than 200 000 people have been evacuated because the fires keep spreading.
It means that during the first two weeks of the heat wave, mortality has increased by 38% compared to last summer.
It means teachers told parents not to send their kids to school because the classrooms were suffocating.
It means hospitals, nursing homes, schools and private homes still are not equipped with air conditioning or renovated so as not to turn into an oven during the summer.
It means me and all my neighbours woke up coughing to the smell of burning smoke at 3 a.m yesterday. I immediately got dressed and took my dog out, because another fire had started nearby and the smoke was so strong I wasn't sure if my building was the one on fire.
It means in my region alone there has been 48% more wild fires than last year. And we're not even in August.
It means people have to live with their curtains closed and take cold showers several times a day. It means there's not enough trees in the cities to make the temperature go down. It means homeless people have no respite, they burn on the pavement.
It means even Spain is sending help and planes to help stop the endless fire currently consuming an entire national Park. The smell of the smoke has reached the other side of the country.
But don't worry, the real problem is immigration, Islam, lazy youngsters, and those annoying disabled people who cost too much money. Oh and vegans! God, they are the worst aren't they?
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Hello :) I'd be curious to see the flow chart you've developed to guide translational selections of the Odyssey if you're happy to share it! Both for using it for my next read and for guiding my friends/family into the book who are looking for recommendations after watching the Nodyssey. Thanks 💙
i formalized it just for you. and @ilions-end. but mostly you
My great uncle is Neil Postman, who wrote Amusing Ourselves to Death, a book that critiqued the prevalence of television as a means for conveying information versus providing information, and now I really want to resurrect him and get his opinion on Tenna.
Me: So there’s a character who’s the personification of a television, right? And his raison d’etre is to entertain the main characters of the video game— that’s kind of like an interactive television show— so much so that they stay with him in his world and away from their real-life problems, like how you described television as a version of “soma” from Huxley’s Brave New World. But he himself is just as affected by those real-life problems as the protagonist, and his flashy, attention-grabbing persona is really just a bid to be loved as he slowly becomes outdated, paralleling the main character’s isolation in the aftermath of their parents’ divorce. How does that affect your view that television is a means to advertise lifestyles rather than convey information?
Neil: Donald Trump is president?
Me: Oh, and he’s implied to have previously been in a romantic relationship with the personification of a spam email— gay marriage is legal now, by the way— which, while a newer technology than television, is also becoming obsolete, and is also centered around being attention grabbing and spreading misinformation. Does the inclusion of this relationship imply that genuine connection can be found through the spectacle of these media forms, or does the relationship’s failure condemn both television and internet as vapid reflections of true connection?
Neil: The media gave Donald Trump enough free publicity that he became president?
I laminated a paper towel
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You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels
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I love that opera sits in this limbo where it's extremely well-known but not really beyond a surface level recognition, so you get commercials for makeup or whatever to the tune of the I Hate Women So Much It's Unreal aria
#in the first bridgerton book daphne describes her crush feelings as if her heart is playing the queen of the night aria from the magic flute#which i can totally see if you have never found out what the words mean. very high and fluttery.#but the lyrics are along the lines of THE VENGEANCE OF HELL BOILS IN MY HEART. IF YOU DON'T MURDER THAT MAN I WILL DISOWN YOU.#and i laughed so hard i had to put the book down
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#lmaooooo #my fave is that episode of white collar where neil is doing a theft #and the music they play over it is leporello's 'here's the list of all the hundreds of women my boss has fucked' aria from don giovanni #it's supposed to just sound grand and sophisticated but the guy is singing about how DG fucks tall women short women #fat women skinny women princesses and peasants he fucks them all! #and here's the numbers broken down by nationality! #he's fucked over 1000 women in spain you know!
#oh and he's singing all this to a former conquest who tracked DG down because he promised to marry her then ditched her #anyway it's a lot
i feel like a lot of people just don't understand this
there's this weird thing people fall into online a lot, where people assume that if the [perceived-to-be-inferior] version of [activity] is discouraged then people will, naturally, do [perceived-to-be-superior] version of [activity] instead. When really it's just as (or more) likely that if [perceived-to-be-inferior] version of [activity] is discouraged people just won't do it at all.
audiobook listeners are not necessarily people who would otherwise do a lot of traditional reading if audiobooks did not exist, many are people who simply would experience zero books. Booktok romance readers would not necessarily be reading the classics if booktok did not exist, many of them would simply not read. Fanfiction writers would not necessarily be novelists if fanfic wasn't an option, many would just be people who didn't write. You know?