Wearing gloves, submerge the canister in a wide-mouthed water jug containing baking soda, dish soap, and/or vegetable oil—3 tablespoons of each per liter of water.
Cover the top with one hand, just enough to keep the gas from getting out, and shake the jug.
Never seal a bottle containing an active tear gas canister—you don’t want it to explode.
One role you could play at demonstrations is to show up prepared to protect your fellow human beings from toxic gas, in case the mercenaries deploy it.
I love my mother so much but no matter how many times I explain that nagging and harassing me to do something makes it less likely it happens anyway! and I’m trying to just do the stuff anyway but she just keeps adding more to the list and I’m just. So tired. Like ma'am you are retired, of course you’re doing household things faster and more often than I am. every memory she has of me deep cleaning the house and baking a pie and 3 freezer meals over a week is from when I was unemployed or working part time and in significantly better health. now I have a medical adjacent and understaffed-to-the-point-of-unsafe-ratios kind of job full time. I am tired. please stop giving me things to do the moment I wake up or get home. especially when I had to miss the last family holiday because overexertion lead to a vomit-level migraine. I would like to at least enjoy the work I (unwillingly!!) put into this Christmas. is it that hard to start a conversation with hello instead of, “hey I need this this and this done,” especially when we’ve talked about how much I hate that because she used to lose her shit when I would do the same. why is having older parents so much like having children.
ok how pissed would y'all be if you got off work, got a text an hour later saying we’re closing for the day tomorrow and shifts are cancelled, and then 8 hours before you had to be awake for your next shift they rescinded that. am I overreacting or is that completely insane and borderline unacceptable
best thing tumblr ever did for me is the term “rotating it in my mind”. it’s really true that sometimes you think about something real hard but you can’t tell what the thoughts are exactly. it’s revolutionary stuff, i might even say
sometimes the subject of your thoughts is just in this thing
