I like when delivery people ask you to sign their tiny shitty screen with your finger like alright sure we can do some free drawing I guess. Some random strokes that evoke the essence of a signature. Looking me dead in the eyes while I play fruit ninja on this blank screen. Why not.
Thank you RFK, so glad I live in an era with an omnipresent risk of food safety hazards 🙏
A lot of public media will be destroyed by this. Public TV and radio are vital for rural areas in our country, and without them, anyone living there will have a difficult time finding out about important news in their area.
One thing you can do is find your local PBS station and click “donate” at the top of the page. https://www.pbs.org/stations/
Memes shared by kids who grew up on starships I think they should have sea scout/land scout beef with kids that grew up on Starbases
This is legitimately one of the best things I've ever seen on the internet, and it made me intensely happy.
Oh hey, "cool rock I found (it's making a weird humming noise)" is a Petoskey stone! Specifically it's MY Petoskey stone!
No weird humming noises yet, but by the 22nd century, who knows?
The best MBTA ads are the ones on the pike because nothing is as compelling an argument for public transit as sharing a road with a person from massachusetts
ps5 brain monday
Oh so THIS is the ps5 post. I can see why you all imprinted on it now that’s hilarious
Hold on i need to ask my friend Claudia, who is a college student and edits wikipedia something real quick...
THIS IS MY FRIEND CLAUDIA
[Description: a TikTok video showing someone holding up a Macbook laptop with an incredulous look, with a caption reading "Alan Turing after I bring him to 2026". The person inspects the laptop, and as they do so they say "Oh my god. This is—this is incredible. Like, I just—I can't even comprehend what I'm looking at here. Like, I just never thought that like in a million years society would ever, ever be able to create something like this." They pause and look at the laptop screen, and say "And you said they're both hockey players?" /End description]
speaking of peeing the bed it's been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you're like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn't like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.
i'm an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn't a group of mean kids by any measure. but there's no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you're 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.
so i sat up and she was like "oh my god" and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I'd be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.
and the thing is, by senior year i wasn't getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn't always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i'm weird and they'd just be like "well. that's story for you. i guess." and for the most part i'd become pretty secure in that.
so what i'm saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.
so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by "made" i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly "made" but not so hot to burn someone.
and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily "attempted" to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people's laps and heads and the mattress.
everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, "oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got really hungry and it's all i could find."
and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.
i don't even know this girl's name. i only remembered this story recently because i'm in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, "hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?" and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.
the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.
people keep pointing out how bewildering this must have been from her point of view and it's making me laugh to tears. i never considered it. i had such a solid plan in my head. i went downstairs to find something to dump on the bed and when i saw the tomato soup i knew it was perfect because it has a distinct smell that would cover anything else and a color which would do the same.
i was so focused on my mission that in the 14 years since i've never once considered what it must have been like for her to decide to trust me because she had no other options, sit there in anguish for three minutes, and then watch me walk back into the room and dump soup on everyone.
I usually don’t post about big events but I haven’t seen anyone post this yet. This is the piece of shit ICE agent that shot and killed a woman trying to get away from him. Nothing has been publicly revealed about the woman other than she’s described as middle aged and white. No name or photos given.
Don’t let them think that just because they put on a mask they’re safe from public scrutiny
Note: in the reblogs someone posted an AI photo of him without the mask! Remember AI cannot accurately predict faces. The woman has been identified as Renee Good
They have identified him as Jonathan Ross, and he is still on the loose. He (unsurprisingly) was involved in another incident in 2025. Call 911 if you see this murderer.
My friend worked with the People With AIDS Coalition in 1990 and found this while cleaning out some old folders. I can't stop thinking about it.
image description: photographs of a document from the People With HIV/AIDS Action Coalition, by Michael Kearns, titled: "The Dos and Don'ts of Throwing A Memorial."
"Life is laughter amid a rosary of deaths" -- Federico Garcia Lorca
Remember pot parties and dinner parties? Saturday night orgies and Sunday morning brunches? Birthday bashes and other fashionable fetes?
Well, forget 'em. What you're likely to attend—and throw—during the '90s are Memorials (aka Celebrations of Life). Having become a Veteran Memorial Giver, I've compiled a few guidelines. Am I serious? Dead.
Do check dates to see if there's another Memorial (for someone more famous) on the same day. Don't start on time—give people a chance to be phony.
Do keep the memorial indoors. Don't go to an idyllic park (especially not Griffith).
Do use the deceased's phone book to compile the guest list. Don't invite anyone who's only listed by first name and number of inches.
Do invite enemies of the deceased (they'll have a final opportunity to be resentful and jealous). Don't introduce more than one person as the deceased's "best friend."
Do keep the Memorial brief (remember: most of the guests attend two or more of these things on weekends). Don't allow out-of-work actors to speak extemporaneously.
Do display a photo of the deceased. Don't choose the one with the double-headed dildo.
Do provide a guest book. Don't provide trick pads.
Do provide live entertainment. An Earth Mother chanteuse (flown in from New York) would be divine. Don't, if you resort to tapes, use "That's What Friends Are For," Judy's "Over the Rainbow," or any Stephen Sondheim.
Do, if serving food, serve up a bowl or two of AZT capsules next to the nuts. Don't set out boxes of Kleenex (even if the deceased's shrink insists).
Do macaroons. Don't do balloons.
Do have an out-of-uniform nurse in attendance (with some of the guests, a seizure is just a heartbeat away). Don't have parking attendants.
Do mention the word AIDS repeatedly. Don't be polite.
Do invite the family (especially the homophobes, if any). Don't protect them.
Do discuss politics. Don't discuss religion.
Do small talk (if you're apolitical). Don't ascribe meaning to the weather ("God must be crying, too," "The sun is shining for our boy," "The smog is as heavy as my heart.")
Do, when eulogizing, exaggerate. Don't, however, use "best," "greatest, "finest," or "most important." (You're bound to be challenged).
Do acknowledge VIPs in attendance—especially if they've made it to 40. Don't introduce more than five former "significant others."
Do something literary (perhaps a selection of Whitman). Don't quote Louise Hay
Do dress up (no 501s, please). Don't do drag.
Do wear bright colors. Don't insist the guests "wear something white."
Do honor most of the deceased's requests. Don't, however, show those slides (we've all seen them—at least once) from his three faaabulous trips to Europe.
Do make a note to yourself to plan your own memorial. Don't let it fall into the hands of your incompetent friends (who may not read this list).
And finally, when it's over:
Do remember why you threw the Memorial. Don't forget how much you love your dead friend.
Do hear his laugh. Don't let go of the memories.
Do cry. Don't tell anyone how much.
Reprinted with the permission of the author and EDGE magazine. /end description.
for the purposes of this question "alone" means you had exclusive access to a shower, toilet, cooktop, fridge, and bed (or whatever you sleep on) with some physical barrier between you and any other occupants of the building. living with a partner is not alone. use your judgement on edge cases- i don't want to hear "well my roommate moved out and my new roommate didn't move in for a week" as a yes
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“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
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TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
which, they later find out, is her second-best record
There was a decent but ultimately forgettable fantasy novel I read a long time ago that had a single moment that stuck with me.
The protagonist has just won the world famous sword fighting competition in the big, rich capital and is talking to his mentor, and says something about being the best swordsman in the world. The mentor frowns and tells him that no, he isn't. He is the best swordsman out of the people that could afford to show up to this tournament. There could be a mercenary way out in the mountains, patrolling a snow encrusted fort's walls that could kick his ass and there was no way to know until he was already losing to the guy.
I think about that a lot, and how for every apparently dominant competitor, there might be a fucking ronin out there somewhere capable of destroying them.
Always reblog tetris ronin lady
