~A Memoir Subtitle: I literally have no more ideas on how to explain this to you, please, won't you tell me what part it is you're not getting? Please?
When someone asks you to explain something in detail and you’ve already explained it the best that you’ve thought up beforehand
Yesterday I went to dinner to catch up with my buddy from the math department, and he told me this story about how he ran the city marathon in 2 hours, 59 minutes. That’s an amazing time. He was 19th out of thousands.
He was doing pretty well for the first half, but then his ankle started to hurt. He slowed down for a bit, but then this girl he passed before passed him, and he started overthinking whether or not it was awkward to pass the same person multiple times, and, like, what if they small-talked about it? He decided it was better to pass her and stay ahead, so he picked up the pace. A few miles later, he fell in with two dude-bros who started talking to him. Not pleased to find himself in the company of dude-bros, he pulled ahead once again. This continued for a while; every time he got closed to a group of other marathoners, his social anxiety kicked in and he ran faster because he felt nervous being near people.
TL;DR A mathematician ran an record marathon to avoid making small-talk with randos. He introverted his way into qualifying for the Boston marathon.
Simone Biles | 4-time National All Around Champion
She’s the Serena Williams of gymnastics. I think she’s the most awarded female athlete at Worlds too (from the US). With like 10 gold and 4 silver. And to my very little knowledge of gymnastics besides fun facts, she’s only went to Worlds like 3 times. Look up her latest floor routines on YouTube. She’s gonna take over the Olympics
Seriously, the stress is a trigger one... Dear body, you have, hands down, the WORST coping mechanisms in the history of coping mechanisms. Why are all of your reactions to stress SO MUCH MORE STRESSFUL THAN THE ORIGINAL STRESSORs?
Stands up on soapbox, holds up this article like it’s the opening of the Lion King.
Y’all should read this because it is FIRE, but also because a post from the Time Lady Project was linked in this!
Historically, whenever young women are interested in a form of media,
we like to tell them it is bad for them and that they are bad for
liking it — unless the media goes mainstream, in which case it becomes
no longer feminine and hence okay. Novels are dangerous and cause
insanity, until they become classics worthy of being studied in college.
Beatlemania is the province of “the dull, the idle, the failures,“ until the Beatles become a band that everyone loves.
Young women are so attacked for loving the media they love that it is
a radical act for a young woman to love something unashamedly. And
transformative fandom is the most radical act of all, because it
reverses that “lady thing to respectable thing” process.
Emphasis added. It’s so good- go read the whole thing.
Fuck yeah. I’m gonna take this *respectable* thing .. and I’m gonna make it a *lady thing.* MWAHAHAHAHA! *lightning strikes behind me*
Well, he kept telling her to make him a sammich. What WAS he expecting?
Female praying mantises have a habit of killing and eating their partners during sex, which sucks for the male. Or does it? A fascinating new study shows this sacrifice is actually giving the males a distinct reproductive advantage.
Literally no patience. Threatens to cut your throat every 0.5 seconds, then proceeds to cry: Aries, Pisces, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Libra, Scorpio
Stares into the abyss. Laughs at everything. Questions life itself and can't focus on anything: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius
The Mini Mobile Robotic Printer by ZUta Labs is a prototype of a tiny printer mounted on wheels that rolls over the page, printing as it goes. The printhead is located on the underside of the portable device, allowing it to maneuver in any direction - and because, unlike traditional printers, it isn’t limited by the size of its feeding tray, it can print any size font on any size of paper. It is also wireless, and can run for an hour on a single charge.
I sincerely believe that by 7th year Ravenclaws would just tell the door to their common room to fuck off and it would open for them
Q “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” A “You shouldn’t shove either up your arse.” “…Technically, yes.”
Imagine it, a poor First Year is waiting outside the common room, they can’t answer the riddle in a way to appease the eagle and must wait until someone else to answer it for them. It’s getting late, they’re starting to resign themselves to having to spend the night here.
Suddenly, their saviour comes! It’s a seventh year! Back from a night finishing off their Araithmancy essay in the Library. They look angry, but our poor little first year squares their shoulders, waiting to see what will happen, and hope that they’ll keep the door open for them.
The Seventh Year bangs the handle against the wall, and a slightly disgruntled voice asks the question again: “What is the truth?”
The Student Replies, “The Truth is that I am so fucking sick of all these mother fucking questions about stupid fucking topics like this you bloody fuck-witted bastard. Who in the name of Merlin’s saggy left testicle gives a fucking damn about all this shit anyway? I’ve been working my arse off in the library for the last seven hours now let me the fuck in or, truthfully, I’ll blast my way in and take you with me.”
The eagle knocker tutts, but allows the student entry anyway, and our little first year enters, eyes wide and in shock. They watch the seventh year go up to their bedroom, awe all over their face at their new hero. They did, indeed, learn something that day by waiting for someone to arrive, they learnt that swearing has a magic all of it’s fucking own, and that sometimes it is big and clever to use it.
You know when you’re watching a movie how INCREDIBLY tense the scene becomes when the music becomes THAT MUSIC? Like a person walking down a hallway isn’t a big deal on its own, but because of the music you KNOW shit’s about to go down.
That’s basically anxiety in a nutshell.
Seriously though. Imagine if real life had background music. You’re going about your day and then suddenly, for no reason whatsoever (because your brain is in charge of your background music and in this case anxiety means its timing is completely fucked up), the tense “shit’s about to go down” music starts. And you’re standing there in a paranoid panic going “WHAT THE FUCK I’M JUST MAKING TOAST HOW THE HELL AM I ABOUT TO DIE WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN FUCK FUCK FUCK”… and the answer is “nothing”. Nothing’s about to happen. That goddamn background music is lying. But it’s still going to make you tense because that’s what it DOES.
Fuckin’ background music.
Such a perfect description of anxiety.
what a lovely, easily explainable way to translate the sensation of anxiety in a way for non-anxious people to understand!
I wish I could live in a world where these were universally socially appropriate. Not just to keep others away from me, either. Sometimes I REALLY need a BIG GREEN SIGN to let me know if someone is having a "come chat with me" day.
I’d like to thank @crossingscon for the color communication cards they gave everyone!
They only became relevant a handful of times, but that is a handful of times more than I would have wanted to talk to someone when they just wanted to be left alone, and I’m super glad we had a good way to communicate this :)
Having that option also helped me monitor my own condition, to make sure I was doing okay, and that was super helpful. ‘Am I overwhelmed? Do I want to be talking to people right now?’ And I only went yellow once or twice, but it helped me stay healthy and have the best weekend I could, instead of pushing myself to my social breaking point
We’re all used to the common depiction of sabertoothed cats like the famous Smilodon. A fairly standard-looking feline face with protruding teeth, something like this:
It’s a look so ingrained in paleoart and pop culture that it’s even become visual shorthand for making cartoon creature designs look “prehistoric”.
Except… it might be completely wrong.
We’ve all been assuming that these saberteeth were basically tusks, like those we see in modern animals such as walruses and elephants. But it turns out that tusks have a very different chemical structure to normal teeth so they can withstand constant exposure to the environment – and Smilodon’s fangs don’t show any of those adaptations.
There’s a detailed explanation of this idea and the science behind it over at this blog post. It isn’t an academically published theory yet (although I’d love to see somebody do a proper study), but it’s still very plausible and interesting to think about.
The tl;dr version: it’s actually more likely that Smilodon covered its teeth with big jowly lips to protect them. Which means it probably looked like a feline version of a St. Bernard. Or… sort of like Chester Cheetah.
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.
Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.
Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.
Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.
who in their right mind would think being able to ride a unicycle is not the coolest thing ever?
Heavy police presence as Baltimore residents grieve for slain rapper
A heavy police presence accompanied dozens of fans of rapper Lor Scoota as they took to the streets Monday evening for a spontaneous block party in honor of his death in a shooting over the weekend.
#LorScoota #BLACKLIVESMATTER #PoliceState
#StayWoke
#Baltimore
this shit insane! Baltimore’s Fucked up!
I was wondering why all the helicopters were flying that direction
