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my friend was testing perfumes out at the store and she sniffed a bottle and anounced "ngl this bitch kind of sucks" The girl at the counter suddenly looked really sad, and my friend was like "I'm sorry, I wasn't talking about you." And the girl looked up and said "No don't worry, I didn't think that, but I just crushed a ladybug with my shoe" We both took a peak over the counter. she'd stepped on a red m&m
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Eating like someone is gonna try to take it
One of those SAW traps where the victim is a mother of several small children. She wakes up in an enclosed room, with her children close to her, and she is informed that while she was unconscious, she was poisoned. The antidote is right there in the room. She cannot give it to herself, and her children cannot assist her in giving it to her. Nearby, within reach, literally in the same room, are other adults, who can give her the antidote, with no pain or cost to themselves. Her task is to ask another adult to help her give herself the antidote.
If she asks for the antidote, she will be assisted with it, and everyone is free to go, alive and relatively unharmed. If she doesn't ask for help, or tries to make her children help her instead of asking another adult, she will die, and her children will either die also, or be maimed for life. She doesn't know which option will happen, but she knows for sure that they won't be safe nor okay unless she gets the antidote in her system, and she cannot do it without asking any of the people in the room.
Clock's ticking, and the more time she loses, the worse the situation will get for everyone involved. She has 18 years to make her choice.
Would your mom make it out?
yes
no
she would somehow figure out how to make it even worse than that for everyone
she would somehow figure out how to get her children killed instead and live
Damn, did y'all parents truly didn't have a support network? Like, not even speaking of like their immediate family but also their extended family and friends?
Why would they do that?
As a kid I thought it was perfectly normal and expected that adults don't have friends. Like once you grow up and have a job and kids, you simply do not have the time to voluntarily spend time with other people your own age whom you know and also like. That it's just work and housework and groceries and laundry forever. My parents weren't working three jobs to make ends meet either, they had cozy white collar office jobs and could have had a reasonable work-life balance if they had wanted to have a life also.
It was a bit of a shock to discover that this whole model of being miserable was entirely voluntary, and my parents just volunteered for it every time they had the chance.
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we're not going to make it
we will make it
it'll take too long to rebuild ourselves
we will make it
but what if we don't wake up in the morning
we will make it
i don't see a future with me in it
we will make it
we'll give up long before then
we will make it
im scared
i love you. we will make it
i love that star wars comic where padmé's surviving handmaidens hold a last stand against vader but honestly if i were them i would have dedicated the rest of my life to the most comprehensive and inescapable fake haunting in the history of the galaxy. man should not be allowed two successive heartbeats without seeing his dead wife's face gazing soulfully at him across the room and slipping away before anyone sees. literally what else is the point of being a highly trained operative capable of perfectly imitating your best friend if not to torment her husband for decades after she's gone.
i think everyone in the whole world forgot that mystery doesnât have to equal crime
Damnit. Mystery Flesh Pit guy uses AI.
really funny (in a bad way) that the AI is the part of this anyone gives a shit about
ohhh you donât like that iâve used AI? well, iâve killed people. checkmate, liberals.
Post about increasingly niche stuff that nobody follows you for and barely has a tumblr presence NOW
That indie game no one else has played. That show from the 1980s that isn't big in the pop culture osmosis. Your deep dive into Tudor history. A liveblog of your experience learning C++. Your welding skills. Post all of it. This is your house
how it feels to start wanting the toys from the show made to sell toys
every single day I think about how american black vultures are known for engaging in interspecific allopreening (preening between different species)
and they have a specific relationship with crested caracaras, in which the black vultures assist them by not only preening them after meals but also leading them to food in the first placeâ due to their superior sense of smellâ while the caracaras assist the black vultures by acting as a warning signal in case of danger
and while this is more typical of black vultures, this is not common at all for any member of the falconidae familyâ itâs a special bond!
yet another post in favor of vultures everyone , hope you enjoy:) and I implore you to do some more research on these incredible birds !!
EDIT: I meant interspecific allopreening! excuse my typo!
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I think my most compact and simplified view on all this is that tech ventures spent about a decade between 2011-2021 willfully bleeding money in order to assert themselves as Good Guy:tm: science visionaries who wanted to revolutionize day-to-day life with technology. They were rolling out reliable, easy, order-from-your-phone Uber rides that were cheaper than scammy taxis. They gave you Twitter as a public square where everyone could be heard, not just the elite. They gave you Netflix over clunky, corrupt cable packages. Google had the "don't be evil" motto (which is a hilarious thing to do away with, like, well we're evil now sorry :( )
Then for the last 5 years (huge interest rate hikes, tech stock drop-off scare in 2022, US regime change in 2025, blah blah blah) they snapped the trap and decided to activate the money machine, which is rampant enshittification and bleeding everyone dry with higher baseline costs and forced subscription costs and forcibly app-ifying every single thing (needs a login needs a credit card needs an id nees a ) and backing pretty far away from the "your good relatable buddy" tech CEO image. Like it's been the world's most blatant and annoying pig-butchering scheme.
But, they're also rolling out AI like we're still in that 2011-2021 era of "we're your buddies revolutionizing your life with wow-worthy technology." They're shoving AI under our noses going "remember when you LOVED new technology? you love this, right? you love this? you want this? you want this?" and they're not getting why so many people are bristling and do not trust a single word out of their mouths.
Ray Bradburyâs short story âThere Will Come Soft Rainsâ that was written in 1950 is set on the day of August 4th, 2026 (tomorrow)!! Nowâs your chance to read it around the time itâs based in!
Audio: A recording of Leonard Nimoy reading it on Internet Archive.
Text: A PDF version.
Graphic Novel: On Internet Archive.
I used to set this one for second year undergraduate creative writing seminars on writing science fiction on a double bill with Octavia E. Butler's "Bloodchild" and no-one here gets out alive.
!!!! Today is the only chance weâll ever have to listen to this absolute banger of apocalyptic fiction on the very day the story is set đČâš
Nemoyâs voice is PERFECT in this!
(A content warning if you do listen - the dog dies, though itâs not super graphic)
I paused the robot vacuum so I could listen to this 1950âs story predicting the robot vacuum.
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i really thought the point of "being lgbt+ doesn't absolve you of racism as a white person" was that white people arent absolved of racism by being marginalized but it really seems like people think other marginalizations make it okay. no being disabled doesn't do it. no being poor doesnt do it. we need to fight against racism actively no matter what.
Saying âIâm back on my bullshitâ is funnier when you cycle through hyperfixations at random intervals because no one knows what bullshit youâre talking about unless youâve made it obvious before or while saying it.
To be back on your bullshit you need to be off your bullshit ever. But Iâm over here jumping from bullshit to bullshit like Iâm playing some kind of platforming game. The only times Iâm not on my bullshit are when Iâve fallen off the platforms and canât get out of the lava to get back on my bullshit.
