I wouldn't say "shy." I just don't talk to people a lot because it often ends up with me babbling and not noticing when I say the wrong thing, or say something the wrong way, or not being able to engage in small talk. So I just don't talk a lot. Which, as noted, has its own pitfalls.
when people call you a snob because you’re painfully shy and rarely talk to others
“This pocket thing, though. What’s behind it? Well, a big part of it is that women’s clothes are meant to be figure-hugging, if not skin-tight. And pockets hamper that. And why is that? Because full, functional pockets, would distract and disrupt the male gaze. Think about what men’s trouser pockets can hold–a full wallet, a key ring, miscellaneous change, and often even a small book. Compare that to what, say, women’s jean’s pockets can fit and you’ve got….maybe a cell-phone as long as you don’t mind it becoming one with your ass and, say, a chapstick in that weird tiny fifth pocket. Though that might be too phallic for viewers so best you put that in your purse. Anything else is bulky, uncomfortable, and unfeminine.”
This is the Solar Sunflower, a Swiss-made array that could be the future of solar energy. Looking like a huge, mirrored satellite dish, it combines photovoltaic solar power and concentrated solar thermal power to harness the sun’s energy at an efficiency of roughly 80% — a staggering amount. They’re promising but not without complications.
To date, much of the press concerning race and Bernie Sanders has focused on the uncomfortable confrontation that occurred between him and members of Black Lives Matter at Netroots Nation, and at a later Sanders rally. But despite the shouting, very little has been said about the fact that anti-police violence activists' core issues and messages have been responded to by the Sanders campaign in a way that is for more understanding and comprehensive than any other presidential candidate so far.
* We must demilitarize our police forces so they don’t look and act like invading armies.
* We must invest in community policing. Only when we get officers into the communities, working within neighborhoods before trouble arises, do we develop the relationships necessary to make our communities safer together. Among other things, that means increasing civilian oversight of police departments.
* We need police forces that reflect the diversity of our communities.
* At the federal level we need to establish a new model police training program that reorients the way we do law enforcement in this country. With input from a broad segment of the community including activists and leaders from organizations like Black Lives Matter we will reinvent how we police America.
* We need to federally fund and require body cameras for law enforcement officers to make it easier to hold them accountable.
* Our Justice Department must aggressively investigate and prosecute police officers who break the law and hold them accountable for their actions.
* We need to require police departments and states to provide public reports on all police shootings and deaths that take place while in police custody.
* We need new rules on the allowable use of force. Police officers need to be trained to de-escalate confrontations and to humanely interact with people who have mental illnesses.
* States and localities that make progress in this area should get more federal justice grant money. Those that do not should get their funding slashed.
* We need to make sure the federal resources are there to crack down on the illegal activities of hate groups.
Wed Sep 09, 2015 at 1:12 PM PT: Out of Fairness, I should mention that Martin O'Malley also has a fairly extensive list of action items for Criminal Justice, many of them are identical both to Bernie's list and BLM's.
To reiterate: fat-shaming does not work, and can often lead to people gaining more weight. THEREFORE, if you are actually interested in HELPING people who are fat, then you will keep your opinions about their appearance to yourself.
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
YEAH! THEY ALSO PLAY FOR NO EVIDENT REASON OTHER THAN FUN AND THEY LOVE THE SNOW! Crows are seriously the coolest birbs ever.
I WANT ONE!
A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.
Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill
I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.
Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.
that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.
This seems like a lot of work to correct the notions of "historical accuracy" held by someone who can't tell the difference between Denmark and Holland.
he has beautiful eyes but it looks like he’s been crying?
Wow, that DID help a little.
HAVE YOU GUYS NOT SEEN THE REST OF THEIR VINES THOUGH
I remember when they first started vine actually. I remember vividly because their comment section was fucking brutal and I had to (being the no-nonsense kind of person I am) fight off all the rude ass toxic people who were being totally fucking disgusting towards them. I did this so often that they actually personally thanked me and that’s when I realized that I was almost the only person standing up for them against all of fucking vine (one of the reasons why I will never go on vine again, it’s toxic) and it just made me sick because all of their vines are so inspirational and positive and loving and tbh I wanted to cry knowing a person like this was receiving so much hate.
I had a deep conversation with someone just this weekend about cops and how I’ve never met a decent one. This changes my whole perspective hearing this dude speak.
On June 25, two Clatskanie, Oregon, police officers witnessed something horrific. The fallout from what they witnessed has been just as bad, and the implications reveal that racism runs throughout the city.
According to the city website, "Clatskanie has been described as a Norman Rockwell picturesque small city nestled in green hills and valleys on the coastal range in northwest Oregon." This comparison, it turns out, is actually highly appropriate because many observers believe that the bulk of Rockwell's paintings were racist and displayed a white supremacist vision of America in which black folk were perpetually subservient.
Officer Alex Stone, who is white, arrested an African-American woman, one of less than 10 black residents in the town, on June 25. During the arrest, she told Officer Stone that she was going to sue the department for racism. When the officer arrived back at the station, he decided, as was standard, to debrief Police Chief Marvin Hoover, also a white man, on the incident. Chief Hoover, mind you, is an award-winning veteran leader of this police department. What followed, and was witnessed by multiple officers, is deeply disturbing.
As Officer Stone was describing his earlier arrest to Chief Hoover, he said to the chief that the woman he arrested said that local police think black people are animals. At that point, according to multiple eyewitness accounts, the chief interrupted Officer Stone and said, "That's what they are. They're animals."
“Chief Hoover placed his hands in his armpits and began scratching them. Chief Hoover also started making loud monkey sounds: ‘Hooo... hooo..... hooo....hahahaha...
hooo.....haaah. While Chief Hoover was scratching and chanting, he started to move around the room, in a dance or jumping fashion. While jumping and moving about the room Chief Hoover momentarily beat his chest like Tarzan.”
Officer Zack Gibson, who was also there, witnessed the incident and stated:
“Officer Stone brushed aside the antic, but I could observe that it bothered him. At the same time I was in disbelief that the Chief of Police was acting in such a manner while an officer is concerned he may be accused of racism.”
At that point, Chief Hoover doubled down on his racism.
“Chief Hoover then started to sing the words to Dixieland: 'In a land of cotton...old times they’re not forgotten...look away...look away...look away.'
As the chief sang the song, he kneeled down and began to make a punching motion with his right fist.
While making a punching motion, Chief Hoover held his left hand in front of him in a gripping motion, as if he was holding a person by the shirt collar. In addition, while singing the words “look away” Chief Hoover moved his head back-and-forth to his left and right as if he was looking over his shoulder.".
The chief then laughed and left the room, but the story gets worse.
"After checking the Ashley Madison member database, I can confirm that 4 of these names (Hooky_Pooky, ToasterStrudell, SunStarsMoon and BurnOnTheGrill) are still in use as “hosts,” one of the company’s internal names for its bot profiles."
ToasterStrudell?
The developers at Ashley Madison created their first artificial woman sometime in early 2002. Her nickname was Sensuous Kitten, and she is listed as the tenth member of Ashley Madison in the company’s leaked user database. On her profile, she announces: “I’m having trouble with my computer ... send a message!”
imagine somebody who’s immortal having a gigantic room where all the walls are completely covered up with photos.
each one is of a different loved one whom they have outlived
STOP RIGHT THERE
ahhh this already has like fifty million notes but i just thought this was a really sweet idea… i didn’t get to draw the room as big as i wanted too ;_; but this is only ¼th of that room or something!!!!
Toccata and Fugue in D Minor | Johann Sebastian Bach.
I wonder how long it took to practice this shit
DRIFT COMPATIBLE, BABY
i just want to zip back in time and show this video to Bach like look at this shit some day hundreds of years in the future there will be a gigantic flat piano made of lightning and processed dinosaur juice and two future girls will be so passionate and talented that they play your song by dancing it out and people all over the world will see it and be so fucking excited isn’t that the coolest thing ever
Star Wars: Aftermath is under fire by some folks who don’t appreciate gay people in their sci-fi. Wendig has some choice words for ‘em.
“And if you’re upset because I put gay characters and a gay protagonist in the book, I got nothing for you. Sorry, you squawking saurian — meteor’s coming. And it’s a fabulously gay Nyan Cat meteor with a rainbow trailing behind it and your mode of thought will be extinct. You’re not the Rebel Alliance. You’re not the good guys. You’re the fucking Empire, man. You’re the shitty, oppressive, totalitarian Empire. If you can imagine a world where Luke Skywalker would be irritated that there were gay people around him, you completely missed the point of Star Wars. It’s like trying to picture Jesus kicking lepers in the throat instead of curing them. Stop being the Empire. Join the Rebel Alliance. We have love and inclusion and great music and cute droids.”