ziggystarling:

Local horny idiot tries to nest in my nightstand drawer

sapphosdickandballs:

bee-leaving:

creaturey:

expiredcheese:

ok this tag really got me

…girl

immortalizing these tags

rpf-comunista-o-muerte:

pr0xide:

soup-mother:

your ass is not fucking “Caucasian” you’re an anglo-american who’s fallen for race science

Felt these in my soul

ALT

It’s 1700s race science. A german scientist called Johann Blumenbach developed a race theory where he said there were 3 main races of humans (warning for slurs and severe racism in the following as you can guess from a race scientist), in order of the superiority according to this classification: Caucasoid, Mongoloid, then lastly Negroid. He had measured some georgian skulls and thought it was beautiful, he thought that since europeans are superior he and the others must somehow be connected to the caucasian skull he measured, that they somehow must be Caucasoid too as a superior race

The theory was that the Europoid people (despite the disconnect between Caucasus and Europe he thought they had the connection of being “superior”, so caucasian and europoid were used interchangeably) were closest to God’s image of man, and the lower forms were the “degenerated” forms. And there were lower forms such as, quote from the source:

“Africans, excluding light-skinned North Africans, as “Ethiopians” or “black.” He divided non-Caucasian Asians into two separate races: the “Mongolian” or “yellow” race of Japan and China, and the “Malayan” or “brown” race, which included Aboriginal Australians and Pacific Islanders. And he called Native Americans the “red” race.”

US later adopted this classification in 1790 in order to prevent anyone not correctly white from becoming a citizen. But there was a problem for the US: The original definition included people from the Caucasus and some people of SWANA (a surrounding area of caucasus) as “Caucasoid’ too. But they only wanted Northern and western europeans, so they changed the definition so that caucasians and surrounding people weren’t counted as caucasians either

Later into the increased migrations of 20th century, they needed to make sure only the correct whites were accepted again, so Eugenicists divided Caucasians into four ranked subraces: Nordic, Alpine, Mediterranean, and Jew (Semitic). Nordics were ranked highest intellectually and morally and favored in the system which, and this active use kept the classification terms popular.

And nobody thought it’s a problem and there wasn’t a pushback against it, so while some terms were gotten rid of towards the end of 20th century, some such as "caucasoid” aka Caucasian American was left in to refer to the correct whites

publicdomainreview:

Before CPR there was… blowing tobacco smoke up the bum. One of the recommended procedures for resuscitating “persons apparently dead from drowning”, from a 1787 booklet by the Humane Society. More here: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/humane-society

therustyskull:

bestboxerever:

Instamatic

Later flash cubes were fun to mess with outside of a camera. You could activate the bulb if you slid a thin knife blade or sturdy paper in the slot under the bulb. Normally an electric current was needed to activate a flash but Magiccube brand ones had it all built in so you could just cause mayhem with the cube. Or blind yourself.

stealingpotatoes:

sure whatever i don’t need to sleep

dankxsinatra:

dankxsinatra:

This is how a womb looks when a pregnant woman laughs

plant-ghoul:

aro-alchemist:

onyxbird:

carnelianfoxx:

there’s a really funny 3d printing controversy going on btw.

if you don’t know, there’s a very popular 3d printing model out there called “benchy”. this is used for benchmarking your 3d printer because it’s a difficult print and will help test it out.

this is so widely used that people make their own little versions of it, remixing the 3d model to make benchy look cooler and stuff. however, a new company owns the benchy license. they are sending copyright takedowns to all those who wrongfully uploaded the benchy model.

of course, this is pissing off the 3d printing community greatly. everyone loved benchy and have used it for years. so someone on reddit decided to make a new model that is designed as a 3d printing stress test. one that works a lot like benchy, and people are freely able to edit it as they please. you know what they called it?

boaty.

[Image description 1: A small, 3D-printed piece shaped like a cartoony boat with a little covered cabin for the pilot.

Image description 2: Another 3D-printed piece shaped like a park bench. /end descriptions]

I shared this with someone I know who is into 3D printing, and she added some extra info:

The twist is, the company that owns the Benchy rights never actually issued a takedown notice. It was actually the hosting website that got twitchy when the company changed hands, saw that the license said “no remixes” and started taking the remixes down. They initially told people that the company told them to do that, but eventually admitted they didn’t. Too late now though.

Boaty has already picked up too much momentum. It cannot be stopped.

I didn’t know boaty didn’t have human feet attached to it. I keep seeing human foot boaty and thought it was to protest benchy?

gowns:

depsidase:

You can report this if you see it! This is a great way to help people in LA who are scrambling to find temporary housing. THOUSANDS of people are displaced right now and landlords and rental companies are taking advantage. Katherine Spiers shows you how to report.

Cite CA Penal Code 396 - “California Penal Code section 396 prohibits excessive and unjustified increases in the prices of essential consumer goods and services, construction services, hotel lodging, and residential rental properties during and shortly after a declared state of emergency or local emergency.”

Report to DCBA.LACOUNTY.GOV or call 1-800-593-8222.

You can also call and shame the landlords / rental companies directly.

Donation centers are currently OVERFLOWING. We don’t need more donations of stuff, we need more people attacking these landlords and not letting them get away with this shit.

the-seelie-court-official:

quark-nova:

the-seelie-court-official:

if you have biologist friends you need to ask them questions about their interests and let them ramble for 5 to 115 minutes. it’s really important for their enrichment

i like to ask if two similar-looking animals are even particularly closely related (squid + octopi, hares + rabbits, orcas + cows, for example) and see where that goes. just be sure the questions are relevant to their specific field and let em explore + teach whatever flows

Okay but orcas and cows are actually related! They’re both even-toed ungulates, meaning that yes cows are closer to cetaceans than to horses or giraffes!

biologist spotted. tag and release ‘em, boys

thegeekgene:

Someone at an old job asked why I wanted to write up the meeting minutes for our team and I said ‘i wanna control the narrative’ and they were like 'what’ and I pointed out that no one was gonna remember what we said in six months and so my interpretation of the meeting would dictate the assumed reality of what happened

“none of you ever send corrections when I offer the draft so y'all have consented to my version”

“we don’t read that shit”

“you must trust me implicitly to create our shared reality that’s so sweet”

That’s how several coworkers decided I was a supervillain and how I learned several coworkers didn’t understand record keeping as like a CONCEPT

readyforevolution:

illmissyoutiktok:

This is fascinating. And makes sense!

For anyone who doesn't know, James Doohan was missing a finger (from WWII, IIRC) and they used a stand in for those iconic close-up shots of him using the transporter sliders. But once in awhile eagle-eyed viewers would spot his missing finger in other scenes.

That transporter control panel is a thing of beauty.

shitidol:

I actually really do love this picture more than anything

hometoursandotherstuff:

ovenroastedtwerkey:

airandangels:

mathew:

I appreciate

• His moustache
• His gusto and joie de vivre
• The way he wipes a peephole in the condensation so the cat can see clearly

He saw Lady and the Tramp at a formative age and decided the guy making spaghetti for strays was Goals

vanilla-bean-buttercream:

just7frogsinapeoplesuit:

just7frogsinapeoplesuit:

vanilla-bean-buttercream:

On my hands and knees begging adults to allow children to engage in risk play.

And by risk play I don’t mean handing them a gun and playing Russian Roulette.

I mean like climbing trees, getting so sick spinning on the swing they throw up, balancing on the curb, sitting in the mud, walking on slippery surfaces, building half ass ramps to ride their bike over, standing on rocks, or anything that involves a smidgen of confidence and out of the box thinking that could result in injury.

Obviously like watch your kids and such, but when we talk about the fun of being an 80s or 90s kid, it’s not just talking about CDs and Walkmans or not having iPads. It’s about how kids today were robbed of critical learning and experience skills we were allowed to have.

Playgrounds disappearing, helicopter parents, and sue culture really destroyed a child’s development in the United States, and I think it’s about time we as adults recognize that, because the kids sure have.

You know what happens to kids who don’t get to take reasonable risks? They never learn how to gauge safety or control their bodies in risky situations.

A kid who never climbs a tree becomes an adult who falls off a ladder because they don’t intuitively know to keep 3 points of contact when climbing.

A kid who never skins their knees launching off a swingset becomes an adult who shatters an arm because they never learned how to break a fall.

Kids who are allowed to take risks become safer adults.

This crossed my dash again, so here’s a more thorough list of things risk play is necessary for:

- Developing pain tolerance & an understanding of which types/intensities of pain are “okay” and which need immediate medical attention

- Calibrating the inner ear (sense of balance) and learning how the body reacts to experiencing different things, essential to learning to control the body in unexpected situations

- Developing reflexes and subconscious safety instincts (e.g. protectively throwing up your hands when an object flies toward your face)

- Normalizing getting hurt so the first reaction to an injury is just to treat it (and not to have a fearful emotional meltdown)

- Learning how to treat and heal from injuries (beginnings of self-care)

- Developing appropriate levels of fear around various activities, desensitizing fear around doing harmless things and establishing a fear response for actions that caused an injury. This is key to properly gauging risk in new situations.

Additionally, the reason it’s so essential to mess around and get hurt as a kid is not just because it’s a critical developmental stage, but also because kids’ bodies are growing and naturally resistant to major injuries. A 3rd grader can get launched off a bike onto the pavement and only sustain a few scrapes and bruises that will heal in a few days, while someone who’s 30 would likely pull or sprain something (or worse) and take weeks to heal.

If you are someone who grew up not being allowed to take risks it is likely you have a low pain tolerance, fear surrounding physical activities, slow reflexes, and poor judgment. The good thing is that it’s never too late to learn! Our brains are very malleable, so if you missed out on this stuff as a kid now is the time to go climb a tree, go on a hike with unstable footing, or join a casual sports team. Just start small and work your way up, since your body won’t be as resilient as it was when you were 9 :)

Your additions have tickled my brain in the right way. Thank you for your contribution to the discussion!

headspace-hotel:

notbeingnoticed:

This is called a Murmuration

naamahdarling:

I should know better than to reread this thread whenever it comes across my dash. I always cry.

Mr. Rogers was there for me when my parents materially COULD NOT be, and he taught me so much about being in love with the world.

catchymemes:

ur-daily-inspiration:

teaboot:

teaboot:

One thing I appreciate about my cat son is that if he, who knows how it feels to be trapped in a room, so much as begins to suspect that I, his father, am trapped in a room, then he will immediately do everything in his meager power to rescue me

No man left behind

ALT

spongebobssquarepants:

everythingfox:

Have you ever asked yourself: “What does the skunk say?” unmute to find out

ulysseus:

diamond-hoo-ha-man:

dreamduality:

i thought this was a hospital drama why does he have a shotgun?!??!?

It’s a really, really good hospital drama

certified-door-posts:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

Cant have fucking shit in Detroit

Cant have shit

Okay so door saga

• The only way into my building is through the front door which locks itself when closed. There’s a back entrance but it’s deadbolted from the inside. This means the only people who can get into the building are me, my cat sitter with the spare keys, and the people living in the other two units.
• The door to MY unit now… has no doorknob. Impossible to get in.
• There is a shared BACK hallway that leads to the shared basement/back entrance. My back door into this hall is always deadbolted. EXCEPT, fortuitously, right now, since neighbor (Molly) in unit 2 had heard Patches meowing when alone and offered to spend some time with her, so I had the cat sitter unlock the bolt.
• This, LUCKILY, means there is A Way into my unit. But it requires getting into the building, then going THROUGH my neighbors’ unit into the back hall, then up to my unit.
• Cat sitter is effectively locked out from Patches, and won’t be able to get in if not fixed by the next day.
• Text neighbor about predicament. They’re willing to look at my door bUT (it’s Christmas) they’re not home and not getting home until the next day.
• Next day, text for an update but hear nothing. (Neighbors aren’t attached to their phones much). Communicate with catsitter saying “okay if I don’t hear back from neighbors, maybe you go over and I contact a locksmith who you can let in?” (since cat sitter has the keys to the building)
• Catsitter is very not keen on the idea
• Patches is unaware she’s a prisoner.
• Hear back from neighbors. Say they should be home around 5pm.
• Okay… Good Enough… (Patches graze-feeds so Luckily she hasn’t missed any meals but we’re going on 24 hours of house arrest Patches).
• 6pm comes. 7pm comes. 7:40pm I text asking for an update. Nothing.
• 8:30pm I’m figuring out what friends I can call to break into my own house. Text neighbor again and notice this text doesn’t go through.
• Text neighbor’s partner being like “hey sorry, can’t seem to reach Molly–”. Get a text back “Sorry this is Molly on David’s phone! My phone died.” Family Christmas plans ran late but they’re on their way back and will be home soon. Thank goodness.
• 9pm-ish, they get back, give Patches attention and top up her food. I get a text “David fixed your door!” Woo!
• Friday 5pm I finally get home
• Lugging my suitcase up three flights of stairs while I hear Patches meowing like a dying Victorian child
• Shoes off coat off suitcase down fish out keys unlock door grab doorknob
• …Doorknob falls off
• Falls off right into my hands
• Staring at doorknob. Staring at door. Patches meowing. Shove doorknob against door like an idiot and no it does not go back on.
• Fucking
• Go down flight of stairs, knock on Molly and David’s door. David is luckily home. “My doorknob fell off again can I go home”
• David lets me in. I scoot past their dogs and apparently I startled the more nervous one since she apparently tried to nip at me but I didn’t even notice because I’m like my cat.
• Get in through the back hall.
• Patches comes bounding over.
• My cat.
• Doesn’t even know she was a prisoner.
• Doesn’t even know what a doorknob is.
• Later that night receive a text from neighbor apologizing for the dog and I’m like “I Did Not Even Notice.”
• Any attempt to leave my house now is perilous until I fix the doorknob.
• Can’t even leave my door cracked open because I know Patches is gonna shove her stupid little face through it and become the opposite of a prisoner.
• I wanna go buy a reeces peanut butter cup but by god it’s not worth the risk
• I’m gonna try to fix the doorknob
• Or… buy? a new doorknob?
• On Amazon searching “doorknob”.
• Merry Christmas

You are completely right because I have now investigated the knob and can confirm the screw holding the knob to bar was loose. I have tightened the screw and it SEEMS fixed but I’m very Fool Me Once on this since my neighbor also thought they’d fixed it.

There is a Home Depot trip in my future. Or maybe an online purchase if Patches would get off my laptop

Merry Christmas I hope I know how to install a doorknob

Complication. Doorknob is here and I tried to install it, but because my door is older than God, the latch-majig (technical term) is offset like an inch higher than the knob. Modern doorknob has the latch LEVEL with the knob.

To swap in the new knob I’d need to cut a new knob-hole an inch higher in the door which

1. With what tools
2. That would leave an unused gaping doorknob-sized hole in my door which any robber the size of a weasel or smaller will use to rob my home. I don’t need fucking Redwall in my home.
3. Probably bad for the integrity of the door
4. I don’t wanna.

I think what I really want is just the knob like above tags said. Like the knob and the rectangular bar, which I can substitute in for my stripped-bare knob and rectangle bar. I WOULD do this with the new knob, but it’s got two welded-on spokes poking out from the knob.

I can maybe drill two holes for the spokes in my door…?

(Squinting at shitty amazon listings trying to see if any knobs don’t have the two spokes)

(I think the two spokes might be standard.)

Developing new respect for Jesus (carpenter).

In the meantime, because I’d already unscrewed a lot of things I DID take the genius action of flipping my current doorknob around.

This way the side that causes problems is on the INSIDE.

Doorknob fall of while INSIDE house significantly better than doorknob fall off while OUTSIDE.

I’m retightening all the screws.

Patches has offered no solutions.

ALT

So it does!

Never heard the term “spindle doorknob” before so I never would have found this on my own.

They’re also all labeled “vintage” which extra feels right since my door predates the Cambrian Explosion.

Crowdsourcing my door fix on Tumblr dot com! Doorknob 2.0 is ordered.

ALT

At least 4,000 but we still got time

New doorknob should get here tomorrow, but in the meantime things in the notes of this post:

• Several dozen stories of other people getting locked in/out of bathrooms/basements/classrooms/bedrooms/buildings. Extra shout out to the person whose classmate managed to do this twice, in rapid4reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesdweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
• Patches is on my keyboard
• whose classmate managed to do this twice, in rapid succession, to both sides of a classroom door after being saved the first time.
• Several people taking this as a sign to go tighten their doorknob screws, including someone whose knob fell off in their hands while doing this
• 10 or so people reading the “can’t have shit in Detroit” meme to mean I live in Detroit. Sorry to confess I’m a fake Detroitite. Doxxing myself by 0.00001% more by informing the world I live in not-Detroit.
• Many many people wondering why I’m not pestering my landlord about this. Truth is my landlord is way too sexy, cool, fashionable, smart, pretty, funny, and popular on Tumblr to it’s me. It’s me. I’m me I’m my landlord. It’s my condo. Including, with immense regret, every single doorknob inside.
• 3 separate professional locksmiths who have reached out offering advice, which is very cool. I have burst into a virtual hardware store clutching my shit doorknob and fainted, only to be caught by three very strong and cool locksmiths rushing to my aid.
• Person with a story of dogsitting a friend’s Tibetan Mastiff who managed to knock the entire backdoor down. Taking inspiration from this to train Patches in battering-ram techniques, should she ever get locked inside again.

DOORKNOB

ALSO MY PAPER TOWELS

(Ran out of paper towels)

Old knob coming off.

Wretched thing. Accursed knob of woe.

Get undid

New knob reign by forceful coup. Went to great pains to PRECISELY wait Patches is escaping

Patches retrieved

Anyway GREAT care was taken to ensure both knobs are ALIGNED, EVEN, SCREWED ON, with the wait hang on

Patches retrieved again.

Anyway

DOORKNOB SCREWED ON

KNOB

Still gonna keep the emergency screwdriver in the hall for probably the next month.

In conclusion look at my cat

certified door post

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amynchan:

I wasn’t gonna reblog, but this poor person’s eyes.  They scream of pain and desperation.

dogsuffrage:

viktor-sbor:

Studies show that babies are not afraid of snakes

Scientists launched reptiles into the nursery to assess the reaction of the kids. The result killed: the crumbs perceived the reptiles as toys, and some tried to eat them

A snippet from this study:

ALT

I find this interesting, it really counters the unfounded but popular notion that fear of certain animals is evolutionary and intrinsic within our DNA.