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âYou absoluteâŚyou absolute motherfucker.â
good morning God has let me live another day and Iâm about to make it everybodyâs problem
I was granted a restraining order after a former friend who had been stalking me for months attacked me and my partner and tried to drive his car into us at the local hacker meetup because he was convinced that my partner had brainwashed me and âstolenâ me from him.
Iâd tried to report him to a different PD because he was coming into my workplace every day to stare at me and when my manager banned him he started staring from the sidewalk and the police were like âsorry, canât do anything about itâ and when we called the LAPD to report the assault at the hacker meetup they didnât want to talk to me because I wasnât involved since heâd only physically assaulted my partner.
After that dude drove his car into another friendâs house I went to my college campus police department to report the fact that this violent dude had been following me and had attacked me and they asked me why Iâd been leading him on before pointing me at the campus âWomenâs Violence Preventionâ office, where a social worker helped me fill out the paperwork and drove me to a courthouse where I was granted a temporary restraining order. I knew what mental health facility he was 5150d in so I thought it would be a simple matter to have the Sheriffâs department serve it; this was pretty important because I knew that he was in possession of multiple firearms at his home.
The Sheriffâs department was like âokay weâll take it over to him in like two monthsâ and I was like âthis is a temporary because the court date is set for two weeksâ and they were like ânot my problem, thereâs a servitorâs office next door and itâs like $200 to have one of them take it over, maybe theyâll give you a discount because you know exactly where he is.â
So I had to ask a mutual acquaintance who knew us both through the hacker scene if he would serve the TRO. So basically this self-employed concrete worker and a Canadian social worker who retired two days after helping me with the paperwork did more to protect me and my friends than four different LEO groups and by the time the full restraining order was granted I was completely aware that it was useless.
In the three years that it was active I never called the cops about him but for those three years every time I got pulled over it took an extra twenty minutes to get away because they always asked âWhy is your license returning a restraining orderâ and they always called back to dispatch to âcheck my storyâ before giving me my driverâs license back.
You know what ended up getting that guy to leave me (and my partner, and the other people in the scene heâd been harassing) alone? The dude whose house he drove into sued the living shit out of him for damages and his parents wanted to settle out of court so my buddy made part of the settlement be that he couldnât go anywhere near anyone whoâd gotten a restraining order against him.
The only thing the cops did in that whole fucking saga was ignore people who were concerned that this guy was dangerous and stand in the wreckage of his car on my friendâs lawn waiting for an ambulance to show up to take Honda Civic McStalkerson to the hospital.
(Also: my friendâs house is made of reinforced concrete, which is the only reason he wasnât able to drive into my friendâs bedroom at 5am - he tried to ram it and couldnât break through so he pulled around the corner, rammed the garage, pulled back, rammed it again, then tried to drive into the living room window. Cops showed up about 15 minutes later in spite of the police station being about half a block away from my buddyâs house)
You know why Iâm bringing this up on a DV post? Because every cop who spoke to every AFAB person in this case both assumed that weâd dated this guy in the past and also refused to talk to us about his history of following us and leaving terrifying voicemails on our phones. It was completely surreal to be asked âso when did you date? If you didnât date why did you lead him on? If you didnât lead him on why is he doing this to you, that doesnât make any sense; why did he think you were dating?â when reporting someone who was at the time claiming that we were sending coded messages to him through television commercials.
My dad was a straight-ticket Democrat, gave money to the ACLU, and left the Catholic church when his local parish prioritized a new, bigger church over hungry parishioners. He was VERY liberal.Â
He voted for Al Gore in 2000.
In 2004 (when he was 75yo) an injury forced him to spend time at an assisted living facility for rehab. The TVs there were all tuned to Fox News.
All it took was six months.
Upon his release thatâs all he watched. He obsessed over Fox. Became convinced liberals were out to destroy HIS America.
From 2004 onwards I watched my liberal dad â the guy who imbued me with my beliefs and values â decline into a ranting, angry, hateful person.Â
He almost died alone because I told him I simply could NOT stand to hear any more about how Obama was ruining the country. He relented, and I said goodbye to him in 2011 at his hospice, only because we agreed not to discuss âpoliticsâ.
Fox News is pure 100% brainwashing. Iâve seen it up close, and it is evil.
Rewatching Escape from Bloodkeep Ep 1 and Sohkbarrâs introduction is I think one of the most dry comedic, D&D accurate things Dimension 20 has done.Â
The faces of all the women in these pictures, compared to the faces of all the men in these pictures def says something
Chewbacca⌠his arms open.
This is some NEXT LEVEL nerd-ing and I nearly cried reading it.
I donât get it
Please explain ;_;
There is a star trek TNG episode where Picard encounters a race that doesnât speak in actual structured sentences but conveys ideas through story parralels. The ones referenced here are âDarmok and Jalad at Tanagraâ - cooperation, âShaka, when the walls fellâ - failure and Temba, his arms wide/open" - signifying a gift.
http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Tamarian_language
nice
OK, but hereâs whatâs awesome/hilarious about this.
The whole point about why communicating with the Tamarians was so frustrating was because all of their communication was contextual. The problem wasnât that Picard couldnât understand what words they were saying (the universal translator worked fine) the problem was that he didnât understand what THOSE WORDS TOGETHER HAD TO DO WITH ANYTHING.
Why is this hilarious/fascinating to me? Because this is essentially what people are doing today with memes. They are posting pictures and writing sentences THAT MAKE NO SENSE WITHOUT PRIOR CONTEXT.
If Picard beamed down right now, and you told him that Data is a cinnamon roll⌠you are a Tamarian.
Reblogging because A) YES! and B) That commentary. Itâs so true, itâs scary.Â
I also just want more. ^_^
Actually, this isnât something just present in memes but it seems to be a foundation of human language and partly why a universal translator could never work (or if it somehow did, it should be programmable to handle Tamarian). Itâs just that most metaphors in language are so accepted or necessary to fluency that we donât really notice them (or they seem to be a common human perspective⌠which aliens donât necessarily have to share).
It is why when speaking German I have to remember it is, âHow much Clock is it?â and not âWhat time is it?â. The metaphor in English seems to be that moments are separate entities/temporal locations that we visit through the day so we need to determine what one we are visiting now. Whereas in German, leaving aside the fact the âclockâ can clearly be a stand-in metaphor for âtimeâ the overall metaphor there seems to be that moments in time are accumulative entities that we collect through the day and we need to determine how much weâve collected.Â
And speaking of time, human languages tend towards two metaphors, either favouring one or the other or happily indulging in both⌠either time is a stationary path which the focus moves along (â⌠as weâre traveling into the month FebruaryâŚâ) or time is a river the flows past a stationary focus (âhis birthday is rapidly approachingâ). Technically those are metaphors to handle an abstract concept, time could just as easily be metaphorically an object that âappearsâ rather than âapproachesâ or a location you âturn towardsâ instead of âmove intoâ⌠and I donât know if any human language allows you to metaphorically be a man in a boat traveling up a river (or what that would look like/imply) but it is a possibility (especially if you are considering an alien perspective on time).
Leaving behind time, some emotions are metaphorically a direction. Happy is up, sometimes way up âtil youâre âon Cloud 9âł (and thereâs no obvious reason for it to be the 9th cloud but you accept it) and on the opposite end of that spectrum sadness is down (in the dumps) when it isnât busy being a colour (blue). And naturally you yourself are a container for your emotions, or more specifically your heart is (at least in English, in Indonesian itâs your liver) and the container can be put under pressure until it is âbursting with joyâ or it âexplodes in angerâ.
And then there are true idioms which actually do reference historic events (which is what I assume is happening in Tamarianâs âShaka, when the walls fellâ) like âRead The Riot Actâ or if you âheard it through the grapevineâ your people had a mess of telegraph wires at some point and grapevines to compare them to. And âapple of oneâs eyeâ is weird for being a double metaphor⌠the pupil was once believed to be a solid object metaphorically called an âappleâ but then, after Shakespeare popularized the phrase in reference to a person in terms of affection, and science let us know the pupil is not apple-like at all, it came to exclusively mean âthis person is very dear to meâ and we all forgot why apples were involved in the first place.
Of course, I am far from a linguistic expert so you should take this all âwith a grain of saltâ ;)
Yes, and thereâs even an Official Academic name for this: intertextuality! Aka âtexts referring to other textsâ â whether those texts are song lyrics, proverbs, historical references, movie quotes, clichĂŠs, memes, metaphors, in-jokes, parody, fanfic, and so on.Â
It doesnât even have to be as explicit as an idiom or metaphor: even a turn of phrase will do. For example, saying something âis a truth universally acknowledgedâ invokes Pride and Prejudice, or âa thing of beauty and a joy foreverâ invokes Keats (although for me it invokes Mary Poppins, because obviously as a kid I watched that movie long before Iâd ever heard of Keats), or âStrange women lying in rivers distributing wordsâ invokes Monty Python. Intertexuality is one of the reasons people study literary works within the context of what other literary works were important at that place and time, so as to catch the intertextual references that the author may be making.Â
Obi-Wan and Skywalker at Mustafar.
Yoda, his head bowed.
Imagine saying âkeep your temperâ in an emotionally-charged moment and the âuniversalâ translator decides that the closest thing to it is âretain the color of your sword.â Actually, that would work AMAZINGLY for a Star Wars canon in which Dark Side users âbleedâ their lightsabers, hurting them to change their color to red, but for everyone else ⌠wait a sec, that STILL works perfectly because âkeep it the color that it isâ can mean âdonât turn it blood-colored.â
But honestly, imagine the shenanigans that could be had in a Star Trek remake if the universal translators are regularly tripping over abstractions, contexts, and metaphors.
As someone who has written a story with a universal translator, I firmly maintain that the best way to write one is to google translate your phrase to Japanese, and translate that to Hebrew, and then translate the resulting hash back into English.
This does two things. First, it makes the alienâs dialogue borderline incomprehensible, such that your characters have to really work at communication. Second, youâll find that your characters start to speak in a really stilted way, with fairly simple grammar and as few metaphors as they can get away with, to avoid giving the damn translator a case of the hiccups. (Does it work? No. But they try.)
Honestly if universal translators were a thing, then interpreting the garbage they spat out would be a job in itself.
My wifeâs first language is Spanish, and while a significant reason we donât use translation software as much as we did when we first met is because weâve learned a lot of each otherâs languages, especially her, she also understand my English better than anyone elseâs because when Iâm speaking to her, not only do I speak slowly and simply for her, Iâve also learned a lot of Spanish idiomatic constructions and Iâll use those even if Iâm speaking English (ex: âmaking exerciseâ instead of âexercisingâ). And then when we do use translation, Iâve also learned a lot of the things the translator is weak on and speak clearly around them.
fondant will be like hey is anyone gonna ruin this cake and then not wait for an answer
just watched a man ice skate a whole routine to cotton eye joe while wearing denim overalls. ladies, i may be in love.
this shit is so cute!!! he looks like heâs having a great time!!
Okay, but I love this because he very much is doing an skating routine that is beautiful and elegant, but also made it look like that was very much the middle of a good ol fashion barn hoedown!
He did the cotton eye joe dance in that routine!
Cleavon Little and Gene Wilder, Blazing Saddles (1974)
That has to be the most genuine smile in cinema history
thats because the morons line was an ad-lib so the smile really is genuine cause hes crackingÂ
Iâm a cis-gender man which basically means that, when I was born, the doctor went âItâs a boy!â and when I was old enough to understand I agreed with him.
The thing is, I donât know why I feel like a man. I was teased and bullied for it a lot when I was little. Iâve never had stereotypically American male interests. I never cared about sports or cars or guns. I was more interested in music and cooking and the arts. Iâve always been emotionally in tune and sensitive, even when I did my best to suppress my emotions to survive a childhood of abuse from other children.
Itâs not physical either. I donât feel like a man because I have a penis or a beard. If you put my brain in a robot body or any other body, my essence would still feel male (I assume). I literally canât imagine what being any other gender would feel like, since I feel so acutely male.
I think thatâs why the concept of being transgender always made sense to me. Iâm a man. I donât have any bloody clue why I feel like a man, but I donât feel that itâs tied to my body or my interests or the way that Iâve been treated. I feel like a man because of something beyond that. Something ephemeral. So, why couldnât others feel the same? Why couldnât a person whoâs been misidentified as a girl feel like a boy for the exact same nebulous reasons that I do?
And, since gender really doesnât make any sense to me anyway, why couldnât there also be people who feel as if they donât have one? Or who flow across genders like a ship on a map?
Are there people out there whose sense of their own gender is inseparable from their physical form? If you put those people into robot bodies or, simply, other physically different bodies, would their gender identity also swap? If so, why? Are they actually more lost in their gender identity than I am and they need to hone in on the physical in order to anchor themselves?
Why do people feel like they are the gender that they are?
This is very soul filling to read. Thank you
My grandfather, who had a difficult time coming to terms with it when I came out, has been working very hard to understand me and my experience. About 5 weeks ago, he asked me, almost offhand, âwhy are you so sure that youâre a man?â
And I replied, âwell, I could ask you the same thing.â And I moved on, continued, tried to explain why I feel the way that I do, but I donât think he heard any of those things that I said afterward.Â
Because six days later, we talked about it again, and this is what he told me:Â
âI couldnât stop thinking about what you said last week. Because all my life I identified it as âthese are the parts that I have, and so I am a manâ. But youâre living proof that gender is not limited to what is attached to your body, so I asked myself, why am I a man? And all I can say is âbecause I have no idea what it feels like to be anything elseâ. I cannot imagine what itâs like to be a woman. Or neither, or both, or any other gender. I have always been a man.â
And I replied, âthatâs exactly what it feels like for me.â
So, shoutout to my cisgender grandfather, for stumbling upon the essence of being trans accidentally, with very little help from me. I love you, grandpa.
watching cis folks suddenly and comprehensively grasp the inessential nature of gender is always a joy
âA masterpiece was created in the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone todayâ video by Kyle Kotajarvi
I've NEVER seen him go off this hard on the internet before ...... the king shit in this bus is astronomical
REMEMBER THAT EPISODE WHERE REESE THOUGHT MALCOLM WAS GAY AND MALCOLM THOUGHT REESE WAS GAY AND THEY TALKED ABOUT IT BUT LIKE THIS IâM CRYING
I know Iâve reblogged this and commented before- but my favorite part is that immediately after this, Malcolm is like âso anyway I got you theseâ and hands Reese some pamphlets about accepting yourself as queer that he got from the guidance counselor, and Reese is like âoh, I got you theseâ and hands him a grocery bag full of gay porn.
Before lowering my corpse into the ground for eternity I'd like to thank John Roderick and the long winters for the use of their theme song it's a departure from the album putting the days to bed.