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@zynna
“if you take medication for that, you’ll be taking medication all your life!!” yeah, and?? bud, i already put on my glasses every morning. it’s like. a condition of mine, not a side hobby i’m pursuing irresponsibly.
and the thrilling sequel: “taking meds for that is the easy way out!” right you are my dude, i’m a huge fan of not making things harder than they have to be
''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments
You did the best you could with all you had and knew. That was then. Here is now
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here's where to find it on windows 10
Ugh, it was in mine. It's off now.
IT GETS WORSE
I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.
LOBOTOMIZE YOUR MACHINES
AI is a freacking plague, I share this for any windows user.
this is the greatest story ever told
from Ask a Manager
#there are a lot of good reasons not to use child labor#but admittedly one of them is that children aren’t good at it
Specifically, to “swash a buckler” referred to the act of pounding a buckler (small shield) against one’s own chest as a sort of macho display.
@theoutcastrogue
And cutpurse of course, which is earlier (mid-14th century, as cutte-purs), and may have kickstarted the whole thing. The variant pick-purse appears in the late 14th century, and from there we get pickpocket in the 1590s. Reminder that at least for women’s clothing, “pockets” at the time were detachable and fastened with string to a petticoat or something, so you could literally pick them up and leave, just like a purse (though rifling through the contents was also an option, and “pick” can mean either method).
I’m also very fond of scapegrace, which is a bit later (1767). Scape here is a verb, it means “to escape, flee from”. So a scapegrace is one who escapes the grace of god, a wild and reckless person, a scoundrel. I would hazard a guess that this isn’t street slang, but influenced by slang on one hand, following the same type of word formation as cutpurse, and by the word scapegoat on the other, which sounds similar but is formed differently: a scapegoat isn’t someone who escapes from a goat, it’s a goat that escapes (or just departs, or is driven out).
Of the words mentioned in that thread, most indeed appear within the proposed timeframe, 1550 to 1700 or thereabouts, which is by no coincidence at all the heyday of rogue literature: pickpocket (1590s), spendthrift (c.1600), swashbuckler (1550s), turncoat (1550s), lickspittle (1741), skinflint (1700), turnkey (1650s), cutthroat (1530s).
Others are modern: sellsword seems to be an invention of fantasy literature, appearing in the late 1960s. I first read it in ASOIAF, and so did a lot of people, I’ll bet. Scofflaw (I didn’t know that word, it’s brilliant!) is American English, from 1924: “The winning entry (from among more than 25,000) in a national contest during Prohibition to coin a word to characterize a person who drinks illegally.” There was a $200 prize! And I’m not sure about lackwit, Ngram Viewer doesn’t record any instances before the 1800s but that’s not solid evidence for anything.
Still, not only are they all “seedy” in some way (heh), but the word formation makes them seedy. It somehow evokes old-timey street slang and medieval or early modern rogues, even if it was coined in a fancy office by an educated author centuries later. What a fascinating phenomenon! Finally, I’ll note that the overwhelming majority of the words that form these compound nouns are monolyllables, so we end up with two syllables telling a whole story. It’s beautiful.
More roguish words:
picklock (one who picks locks, a burglar), 1550s
drawlatch (one who draws latches, also a burglar), appears in A Caveat for Common Cursitors, which is the earliest English cant dictionary (1556)
whipjack (same source) This is more obscure, it does mean “one who whips a jack”, except that whip here means “take out, draw quickly”, and jack or jerk is a cant term for a fake licence, specifically one that says you’re a former sailor and therefore allowed to beg for alms. So a whipjack is a vagrant who bypasses anti-vagrancy laws with counterfeit papers: when the authorities come to shake him up, he whips a jack – flashes a badge, if you will – and says “not to worry, I have a permit!”
(word sources: etymonline.com, en.wiktionary.org)
Tree Swallows by Linda H. Dulak - Audubon Photography Awards
barn swallows depicted in the “spring fresco”, akrotiri, thera, greece. c. 16th century BC
Comic strip artists from the 40’s draw their characters while blindfolded
You are one of the top Problem Sleuths in the city. Solicitations for your service are numerous in quantity. Compensation, adequate. It is a balmy summer evening. You are feeling particularly hard boiled tonight.
I can’t pick a favorite
Some of these take on an impressionist quality. Eyes are important.
I have magic powers that can turn flop posts into flop posts that I reblogged 3 times and it didn’t become funnier
Listen boss I respect the effort but they always try to get me a 10k note post and they never succeed Nobody evades success like I do
Nonono you don't understand. I'm reblogging this ten thousand times
They’ve tried that before too and they all gave up before they got anywhere
So three years and one week ago (I checked), I asked my doctor to refer me for ADHD assessment. He was fine with it, and did so.
About a week later, I got a questionnaire, on paper, through the post. As though I were living in 19ThePast. It had a letter asking me to fill it out and post it back. It took me three weeks to buy an envelope. It took another to actually fill it out. When I did, I inserted the questionnaire, carefully wrote out the address on the envelope, stamped it, sealed it, and looked down to see the questionnaire still on the sofa. I had tried to post them back their own letter requesting I fill out the questionnaire. I, for one, consider this part of the diagnostic criteria.
Anyway, I finally sent it a week later, so it took five weeks in all. That was, as I say, three years ago.
Today, I had to go to the doctor for unrelated reasons, and I was like, "By the way. Do we know what's happening with the ADHD assessment? I know it's a long waiting list, but it's been three years and I literally never heard anything back. Thoughts?"
And today's doctor (a different one) pulled up my history to have a little look, and discovered that a week after I'd initially gone in - during the time I was supposed to fill out the questionnaire but was still vaguely trying to remember to buy an envelope - the referral people had responded to my GP and said "She hasn't done a questionnaire so we can't assess her." At which point, my GP was supposed to call and share this with me so we could discuss
He did not.
And then, of course, they did get my questionnaire, and he should have forwarded THAT to the assessment people at that point to advance the process.
He did not.
Which means I have just wasted three years and a week waiting for an assessment that was never coming. The whole thing came to an end. That was that. At no point did that first doctor ever reconsider any part of my case. He was told they couldn't proceed, and didn't even think to tell me; he just thought "Well, sucks to be her" and then moved the fuck on with his life, I presume.
FORTUNATELY today's doctor was fantastic - she immediately printed out the questionnaire, gave it to me with a pen, and told me to fill it out and immediately give it in to reception before I left. So huzzah for her, and we are back on for ADHDiagnosis, but Jesus Pissing Christ
They expected someone who's getting evaluated for ADHD to return a mail questionnaire within a WEEK?!
*takes a long drag off a cigarette through my grizzled beard* NHS?
Yeah T_T
And you know, I don't want to be too damning towards the NHS; apart from anything else, last year I found a lump in one breast, and from the day I noticed and called the GP to the hospital staff going "That's a cyst, let's drain it. You're cured." was... 6 days? No, 5. Start to finish. I called on the Wednesday, they removed it on the Monday. And even that was a delayed time, because of the weekend in between, AND it didn't cost a penny.
But their ADHD assessment systems are certainly much more lacking than the warm and crisp efficiency of Pauline the Breast Clinic Nurse
Update: Had a call from the doctor yesterday, SUPER apologetic
Turns out in the instant after I gave my questionnaire to the receptionist and walked out the door - my beautiful, hard-won, twice-completed, and above all essential questionnaire - it somehow vanished from this plane of existence and was immediately lost.
It has not been scanned. It has not been added to my file. It is simply lost. Gone. Missing. A questionnaire-shaped hole in the world. No more questionnaire for Elanor
"I'm so sorry," the doctor said. "I've made them look through every piece of paper in the building, but no one can find it. So, I've printed off another. Come in ASAP - it's waiting behind reception for you, and they've all been instructed to treat it with the utmost care and priority."
So that's tomorrow's job.
Weirdly, I am feeling zen about it. Encouraged, actually. This doctor noticed the problem because, one week after she was told about the three year failure, she herself cared enough to chase it up and so was able to discover the second crack in the system I had managed to find and fall in. Also, she's not posting me another paper copy for me to take five weeks to find a stamp over; she's arranged for me to go and do it in person. She's impressed upon the staff at the surgery that they must treat this questionnaire like it's news from Marathon, so that it instantly takes priority the second it leaves my hands. So like... I actually think that's a positive thing and a good sign that she's actively fighting my corner. Shout out to Doctor Lee, she's a real one
I also think, on balance, the irony of repeatedly being victim to the symptoms of Symptoms Disease from the very healthcare workers I need to be assessed for Symptoms Disease myself is, to say the least, poetic.
A small further update:
Yesterday I was pressed for time so I drove to work instead of walking (it's about 45 minutes to walk and the weather is currently Delightful). I then had a full day in work, and then at the end of the day, I had a lovely walk back home in the sunshine
It was outside my house that I looked around and went "Has someone stolen my car WAIT A PISSING MINUTE"
So today, I need to go in and rescue my car, which I accidentally abandoned in work, and then go and fill out my third ADHD questionnaire at the doctor's
I really wish the questionnaire had a box for this
THERE WAS AN EXTRA PAGE THIS TIME
THE QUESTIONNAIRE DID HAVE A BOX FOR IT
Sun: shining
Elanor: having a delightful walk home
Elanor's car: 🥺
This is the level of supportiveness I have received all week from my dearest loved ones ಠಗಠ
"I can never get it tasting like my mom used to make" yeah, because your mom had a giant Costco-size bottle of a specific pre-mixed spice blend that was discontinued by its manufacturer in 1998 and spent your entire childhood putting it in every meal to use the stupid thing up faster – she doesn't know how to replicate it any more than you do.
The tragedy of culinary nostalgia is that most of the time, the flavours of your childhood aren't memories of lost secret recipes – they're the irreplicable accidents of folks tossing whatever happened to be cheap and available into the pot, and there are no recipes to recover because the people doing the cooking never knew them.
I am reminded of this reddit post and update, from a person seeking to recreate a dish their mum used to make based on not much more than "chicken, peaches, and it was beige".
I am a pretty competent cook, so don't worry about that bit. I just want to know if this dish sounds familiar, so someone can fill me in on the parts I don't remember. It's a chicken dish made with flat chicken cutlets. I think she used to hammer them a bit with a kitchen mallet, dredge them in flour, and pan fry them in a little butter so they would brown nicely. The sauce is the part I am a little lost about. She used white wine (probably chardonnay) and sour cream, that part I am sure of. There were canned peaches too, which were slightly browned and served on top. I'm sure there was something more to it than that, any thoughts? The flavor was tangy, not particularly sweet except for the peaches, and the sauce was opaque and kind of a beige color. Does this sound like a dish you are aware of? While her food was great, her dishes were usually pretty simple. It is likely that this is not something she invented herself, but it might be something that she simplified. Does anyone know what this is or what it is called so I can look it up and try and get it right? She used to serve it with grilled zucchini brushed with garlic butter. Thank you. Edit -- I am blown away with how helpful and kind you all have been. I have taken little hints from each of your posts and a lot of them have jogged my memory. I think some sort of composite from these suggestions will produce something close. I am going to try to make it when I have the chance, and I will update when I do. Thank you, reddit. <3
Update 6 days later:
My mom passed away a few years ago. I needed help trying to recreate a chicken recipe of hers that I have been craving, because I could only remember a few ingredients. You amazing people of r/recipes came through and gave me so many wonderful suggestions. With a mix of all your advice, I made it tonight. I was nervous as I was putting it together. I felt like there had to be something more to it, but I went with using just the ingredients I knew (as suggested by Ethril). I felt like there was something I was forgetting. Something about brown specks in the sauce. I went with it anyway, and figured I would know what to add at the end by taste. I took chicken cutlets and hammered them flat. Dredged in flour and sauteed in butter (high heat). I burned the butter a little. I remembered my mom saying that butter is the one thing that is ok to burn (as long as it is not smoking furiously) so I left it alone, and smiled at the memory. I was pleased to see the chicken brown to the color I remember. When I flipped the chicken I added the zucchini spears and browned those too. When the chicken was done (just a couple minutes) I set it aside and covered it in tinfoil to keep it warm, then turned the zucchini and browned the peaches in the same pan. It only took a few minutes to brown everything and when the zucchini and peaches were done I put them aside with the chicken. I deglazed the empty pan with chardonnay. My mom wasn't a big wine person, so I went with the cheapest they had. I suddenly remembered that sound the wine would make when it hit the hot pan, a huge hiss. Mom used to tell me to step back before she poured it in, because it would splash a little. I felt like I was nine years old again. I added three big dollops of sour cream and dissolved it in the hot wine. I didn't know what I was going to do next, this was all I had planned. Then I saw the little brown flecks come up. It was that burned butter! I just about cried. I tasted it, and suddenly in my mind I was standing in her kitchen as a kid watching her cook. This was it. It was that simple. I added a couple spoonfuls of the liquid from the canned peaches to take away a little of the wine's tartness, and the sauce was perfect. Just like she used to make. Keep in mind that I am no food stylist, but I assure you that this tasted 10x better than it looks: http://i.imgur.com/Qgk6u.jpg The whole thing took less than 20 minutes to make. And I fucking nailed it. Thank you so, so much reddit! You brought me back, and I love you. The smell is still lingering in the house.
If you like this kind of thing, I recommend reading The Kamogawa Food Detectives and sequel by Hisashi Kashiwai.
There’s also a Japanese show based on the books called Kamogawa Shokudo and the first episode about recreating the mom’s recipe is my fave and the reason I started a recipe notebook.
[ID: Photo of chicken glazed in a beige sauce topped with peaches and served with grilled zucchini. /End ID]
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
Yeah okay Ill reblog that!
Not a scholar at first, but the guy who wrote Jaws hated that people used it to justify hating sharks so much he dedicated the rest of his life to shark research and advocacy.
The woman who popularized gender reveals wishes she hadn't, afaik.
(afaik- the woman who popularized gender reveals did so because she had a long history of miscarriages. The reveal was a celebration of the fact that one of her pregnancies had gotten far enough that there WAS a physical sex to reveal. It was never intended to be like... *gestures at modern gender reveals* all that. That same kid later came out as trans and yes, the family had a second gender reveal for that lol.)
This whole thread is so beautiful to me that I can explain it
Getting ready
The existence of a safeword also implies the existence of a dangerword that you can use to instantly turn any sexual event into a combat encounter
#it exists and it's 'feel how cold my hands are'
best trope: "ugh I guess I'll tolerate you for the time being, but this is a conditional, tactical alliance, and the second I get what I want, we're parting ways" to "you are the only good in the world and I will protect you to my dying breath"
Here's that funny thing I said I was gonna work on
