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Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
Burning the mammoth flank just a lirtle instead of eating it raw gives grug more calorie to think. Grug thinking about color symbolism in silence of the lambs
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
they are sexually mature at ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS OLD.
their (live!) young gestate for. wait for it. eight to eighteen (??) YEARS. can have up to 10 at a time. good grief.
longest lifespan of any vertebrate, up to five hundred years
toxic flesh
has giant eyes but is usually blind because of a weird little crustacean that's evolved to live on and eat their eyes. this doesn't seem to bother them much.
lives in deep cold water and has the lowest swim speed and tail-beat frequency for its size across all fish species. just generally lives life in extreme slow motion
largest genome of any shark
eats everything including moose and polar bears
ma'am you are delightfully strange and I'm privileged to share a planet with you
it turns out that making big positive changes in your life is great but it also forces you to reckon with the years you spent not really living and makes you feel like you're carrying the corpse of a 20 year old girl on your back
During a high speed car chase pursuit, the FOX 11 Los Angeles helicopter had an unexpected moment when they spotted a rooster and a chicken casually walking down the sidewalk right in the middle of the pursuit.
Summary: Teasing Grace while she's at your workplace
a/n: I love women. That's all.
"I'm so excited," you said with a smile on your face as you looked at the picture of you and your girlfriend on your desk, which you two had taken on your first date.
You remember that day very well. Grace was so nervous that she was stuttering the whole time. She kept accidentally pronouncing everything the wrong way and even talking to herself out loud.
Her face had been so pink from the embarrassment that she could barely even look at you, trying to hide her face behind her short hair.
She almost even dropped her phone down the river if you hadn't caught it.
"Is Grace coming over?" a deep husky voice asked behind you as you turned around with the swivel chair to face Leon.
Nodding happily, "She is. I finally managed to pull some strings, and now she's coming over in about 2 minutes and 24 seconds." Your eyes had been looking at the watch the whole time.
Usually, no one besides the DSO employees is allowed to enter the building, but you finally managed to convince one of your higher-ups to let your girlfriend visit.
You had been working at DSO for about three years now, and all because of Leon Scott Kennedy himself, you got to meet Grace in the first place.
He had talked about this girl he had met during the time he had been suffering from the Raccoon City Syndrome, and you remember his exact words.
"There's this girl. She's about your age, and I think you two would get along well. Her name is Grace, and she's a bit anxious - well, actually very anxious - but I think you two could be great friends or even girlfriends or whatever you guys want to call it."
Leon had always been your favourite coworker, and after having met Grace, you liked him even more.
"You're crazy," he mumbled, still loud enough for you to hear, as you responded back, "Crazy in love, old man."
Putting his hands on his hips while leaning on the wall. "I'm not even that old."
Humming shortly, you leaned back in your chair. "True, you move around as if you're in your twenties."
The older man rolled his eyes at you, and before he could say something back, you suddenly got up.
"Grace, you're finally here!" The smile never left your face as you put your arms tightly around your girlfriend.
Even now, the young woman was blushing. She was trying to avoid eye contact with everyone else, not really used to people staring at her that blatantly.
"We saw each other yesterday," she whispered as you let her out of the hug but kept your pinky finger curled around hers.
"Exactly, it's been too long already," and with that, you pulled her towards your desk, sitting her down on your chair while you pulled out another one that no one was using.
The building was huge, and Grace didn't even know how she managed to find her way through it.
"I'll give you two some privacy," said Leon, waving for a second before walking away as Grace's face got even more flushed.
"W-We don't need privacy," she whispered as you started to chuckle softly, your eyes never leaving her face as she shyly looked at you, her heart beating fast once she made eye contact.
"Didn't know that you were into voyeurism," you started to smirk as she started waving her hands around while saying "no," which was quite loud and made a couple of people turn around.
"Sorry," she blurted out as the DSO employees couldn't help but smile at her.
And before you could start teasing her further, a voice was heard behind you. "So that's the girlfriend you were swooning about."
Turning around, you nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, that's Grace. My beautiful girlfriend."
Sheva started to laugh softly as she held out her hand to introduce herself to Grace, to which Grace introduced herself back with lots of stutters, but at least Sheva seemed easy to talk to, which calmed your girlfriend a bit down.
"I'll leave you two be now," the woman said, but quickly leaned down towards you and Grace before she left. "There's no need to be shy, and by the way, you have a pretty smile."
Hearing that made you grin as Grace started laughing nervously, obviously not having expected the compliment but also being flustered.
Slowly, you pulled your chair closer to hers and leaned in, your faces almost touching each other. “You use that smile like a weapon every time. Isn’t that right, Miss Ashcroft?” you whispered in her ear while starting to leave small kisses all over her shoulder and neck.
"Not in public!"
"As if that's the first time we have done something like that."
the problem with having a very intense six-month long Titanic obsession in the 2nd grade is that to this day, on April 10th, I think, oh, it's April 10th, the day the Titanic set sail.
the second problem with having a very intense six-month long Titanic obsession in the 2nd grade is that to this day, on April 15th, I think, oh, it's April 15th, bad news for the Titanic
Smtimes your house is haunted because there's a ghost sometimes your house is haunted because you miss grandma and your mom misses her even more sometimes your house is haunted because the subtext of how the last owners decorated rubs you wrong way sometimes your house is haunted because you've sublimated the fact that you didn't want to move in the first place and Sometimes your house is haunted because there's a carbon monoxide leak. Lots of options.
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