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@thelaughingmuse
can you guys watch my squab for me im gonna go on my smoko
baby need smoko
BABY DOES NOT NEED SMOKO
IS THAT FUCKING FELTED????? THIS IS GORGEOUS BABY SMOKO
the new york times is now charging money for my favorite chocolate cake recipe so i bought a subscription and screenshotted it and canceled my subscription and now it's here for you for free
i do a mixture of red wine and fresh squeezed navel orange juice for the liquid, plus the zest of one large orange. now you make the cake
Recipe transcript:
Yield: 8 servings
ingredients
3/4c or 177 mll extra virgin olive oil, plus more for greasing the pan
1/2 cup or 118 mll Earl Grey tea, or use coffee, dry red wine, orange juice, or water
1/2 cup or 50 grams Dutch processed cocoa powder
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp fine sea salt
1 cup or 200 grams granulated sugar
3 large eggs at room temperature
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons or 135 grams all purpose flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
preparation
step 1 heat the oven to 325 degrees F. Grease a 9-inch round pan and line the bottom with parchment paper
step 2: in a medium saucepan over high heat, bring tea or other liquid to a simmer, then turn off heat. whisk in cocoa, cinnamon, and salt until smooth, then set aside to cool
step 3: in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, combine sugar, olive oil, eggs, and vanilla. beat for about 3 minutes. reduce speed and pour in cocoa mixture, scraping down the sides of the bowl. gradually beat in flour and baking soda until just incorporated.
step 4: scrape batter into prepared pan and bake until the sides are set but it's still slightly damp in the center, 35 to 45 minutes. A cake tester should come up clean but with a few sticky chocolate crumbs clinging to it. Transfer cake pan to a wire rack and let cake cool completely in pan.
I am holding your face in my hands so gently when I say this:
You cannot optimise your way out of being human
You can take every supplement, superfood, and nootropic going, and you'll still have days when you're ill, when you're tired, when you make stupid mistakes for no good goddamn reason.
You can read every book on non-violent communication, or gentle parenting, you can go to therapy, and be ever so mindful about the people you fill your time with, and you're still going to experience conflict, and misunderstandings, and grief.
You can plan your schedule 24/7 in carefully calculated 3 minute increments to ensure maximum productivity, but that train will still be late, that project will still run over, you'll somehow still never get around to learning that language, or that instrument, or that sport.
You can do your cardio, and track your macros, you can carb-load, or keto, or whatever the fuck dumbass extreme diet is this week's fountain of youth. You can do crosswords, and sudoku, and keep up a 12-step nightly beauty routine, but you're still going to age. You're still going to live through the gradual dissolution of the self, both physical and mental - and that's if you're lucky.
There is no one right way to live your life. Everyone you look at who is somehow managing to live the life you imagine is perfect for you has sacrificed something important to you, or has resources you don't.
I get it. I do! This mortal coil is wrapped so tight around you that you can't breathe if you stop a moment and let yourself be aware of it. There is a book on the shelf in your local library right now that would change you as a person if you read it, but you never will, because it's one of a million and there just isn't enough time.
You are an animal, just electricity in meat. The product of millions of generations of 'just good enough'. Let yourself be that. Learn to be just good enough. Let yourself lie in a sunbeam like a cat. Let yourself search for small pieces of joy like a magpie. Feel every transcendent and wretched inch of your humanity and howl at the moon like a wolf when there's too much of you to fit inside your skin.
You don't have to be perfect, but please, let yourself be you.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: that hotline is forvo.com. It’s a pronunciation dictionary that allows you type in a word and see how it’s pronounced. They have multiple languages as well. Don’t see a word on there that you know how to pronounce? You can totally add it. Visit forvo. Help yourself.
that is much better than a hotline because you don’t have to actually talk to someone
one fight at a time
A South Dakota mining company has canceled a drilling project in the Black Hills after opposition from Native American tribes and local grou
amazing win🔥 & reading about it I discovered they're trying to do another one (uranium mining near Craven Canyon) just so people are informed:
People who spoke Monday during the hourslong public comment period were all in opposition to the project
"a vague disclaimer is nobody's friend"
4x07 The Initiative
Y'all this is a piece of history right here. Every single time you see a reference to a "shovel talk" in fic, defined here as "someone threatening harm to a potential romantic partner of a friend/loved one," it's referencing this scene. This scene specifically. Everywhere else that is not fannish internet, that interaction is referred to a "shotgun talk," referencing the father threatening a daughter's boyfriend with a shotgun. This scene gave a lot of people a chance to reframe that interaction in terms of a protective friend rather than a possessive father, which for a lot of obvious reasons resonated with people a whole fucking lot, and it immediately spread like wildfire into fannish and then general internet lexicon. I've seen people try and backronym it into an extension of the shotgun talk, as in, "I've got a shotgun and a shovel to bury you with," but I've asked a lot of rednecks from a lot of different necks of the woods and no one has ever encountered that variant in brickspace life. It's all Buffy, babey. This shit is linguistic history in the making.
it is wild how much buffy the vampire slayer impacted language, fandom, and internet culture. even if you've never watched buffy, i can almost guarantee that if you're online, there's something in your vocabulary that's from buffy
Reason #1,324,789 of why I love this show.
This was a casual side conversation between Bashir and Sisko about a fellow crew member, completely unrelated to the episode’s plot, and its just so sweet.
It’s nice to know that if you’re a pregnant father-to-be on DS9, your buddies Julian and Miles will build you a hatchling pond, buy you baby clothes, and throw you a shower eagerly attended by the station’s commanding officer (who was practically beaming with joy when he found out that you were expecting).
How wonderful.
This is so much more, though. This is such a massive subversion of 90s toxic masculinity.
A male character is producing offspring, and two male characters are giving him a baby shower, which at the time (and still is) the dominant joke for male characters is how to get out of attending a baby shower.
Add to that Sisko is a absolutely giddy at the thought of new babies, during a time when black men were portrayed at the peak of the toxic masculinity charts, and were usually stereotyped as absent fathers.
DS9 took it even further.
The MEN on DS9 were the broody baby-crazy ones. The women couldn’t care less. Kira never breathed a word about wanting a baby and when she had one imposed upon her it was kind of hilariously played up for her reluctance. Worf was all “let’s have a baby!” and Dax was like ehhhhhhhh. Even Odo got all parental with a lil bucket of goo he found.
And then Sisko, who had just about the best depiction of fatherhood (and he was a single father, if you’re not familiar) in a sci-fi show. Loving, supportive, not without conflict, but always devoted.
You just got bought at alien slave auction far from earth, as you stand next to your buyer it leans down next to you and says: "Act normal, I'm gonna get you out of here."
@staff our identities aren’t nsfw and we will not stand for them to be treated as such
this may be an Unpopular Opinion (even on tumblr) but like the 8-hour workday is just Too Gotdamn Long
like even sitting in an office for eight hours a day isn’t particularly pleasant (or healthy, as we are beginning to see) but when we’re talking about doing *actual work* for that same amount time it gets pretty fucking brutal
doing literally *anything* (even leisure activities) for eight hours straight tends to be less than enjoyable but when we’re talking about things like construction, landscaping, factory work, and hell, even foodservice and retail, eight hours is a fucking ETERNITY
i might just be a lazy weak-willed bitch but honestly i think i’m not entirely wrong
this was being worked towards by leftist labor unions way back in the day after the time of FDRs new deal. people in the 40s and 50s were already starting to realize that we no longer actually needed an 8 hour work day or even a 5 day work week.
even with the comparatively primitive factory tech of the time we were already creating a huge amount of excess production back then and companies were making massive amounts of profit. So it already stood to reason that companies should either let their employees work less and thus each employee could work a shorter shift without lowering the yearly compensation of each employee, or in cases where businesses provide an active service they would shorten the shift but hire more people to cover the necessary operating time. but of course that would mean less money for people at the top so companies fought back hard and we ended up with nixon’s bullshit and so on and now its considered the norm for us to spend the vast majority of our lives doing work that really just amounts to waste.
The IWW realised this and were fighting for it all the way back in the 1930s. This is a take with a lot of historical and theoretical grounding, OP, so you’re standing in good stead.
I’d also like to add it’s also been studied and scientifically proven that after 6 hours, we have an extremely noticeable drop in productivity. Sweden saw nothing but benefits from a 6-hour work day, including worker productivity, happiness, and half the amount of sick-leave used when applied to nurses.
https://onlinemasters.ohio.edu/the-six-hour-workday/
Just gonna add that the IWW is still kicking and basically anyone who is not an employer can join.
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So smart.
[I.D.: A five panel black and white digital comic with a supplicant and a sage. The supplicant on their knees says "Oh, all-knowing sage, grant me your wisdom!" The sage, floating ominously says "Stop taking twelve Advil a day"
"Boo!" replies the supplicant. Then the sage takes out a box of Advil and a ox of Tylenol and hands them to the supplicant. "Instead, alternate between Advil and Tylenol. They work through different mechanisms, so they are safe to take together."
"Oh!" says the supplicant, now smiling. The sage holds up a finger, saying "Never go over the recommended daily maximum for any OTC drugs. Overuse of Advil can cause stomach and liver issues; overuse of Tylenol can damage your kidneys. Always speak to a physician before combining prescription strength drugs." End I.D.]
you have the kidney/liver backwards. advil and other nsaids cause kidney damage and tylenol causes liver damage
[ID: a two panel black and white comic. The sage dramatically says "the all-knowing sage does not make mistakes!" but then points to a hastily scribbled, sobbing artist and says "but the idiot drawing them does." The artist says "sorry!!!" while hunched over their desk. End ID]
The all-knowing sage is restricted by their medium and the artist is very very srry!!!!!!!!
PLEASE REBLOG THIS VERSION AND THANK YOU SAILOR-LAPIS-LAZULI
tumblr will never count as social media to me. This shit a secret hideout and we just all happen to see each others thoughts