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@lawfulbasketcase

Half of the time I'm a decent person, and the other half I am myself. / My other blogs: tothestarwarsandback and traveller-witch

Just figured out something about Diesel that makes me feel like such a dumbarse

So for those who don't know, Diesel is a typical housecat. He has typical cat behaviours and enjoys typical cat things. He's my neighbour's cat, not mine, but I feed him even though I probably shouldn't, mostly because somebody has to.

Like most cats, Diesel enjoys tasty food. He gets wet food each afternoon and can get pretty pushy in the hour or so pre-food, which is normal for cats. Sometimes, he also gets pushy at random times of the day, including a couple of hours after already having wet food, which is also not unusual for cats, so I just chalk it up to his annoying cat behaviour. It'll be a few hours after his dinner and he'll stand in front of my computer screen staring at me and I'll go to make a coffee and he'll run to the fridge and meow at me, and grab my leg when I try to leave the kitchen; it's all very annoying but hey, some cats are annoying, whatever. It's particularly annoying because he mostly seems do to it when I'm super hungry and then it feels awkward to fix myself something while he's looking at me like this, then pushing him away from my food, and somehow after I eat he's never

He does it when I'm hungry.

If you can see where this is going then you're a lot smarter than me, because it wasn't until this week that I started paying attention. When Diesel started badgering me and luring me into the kitchen, I started going. I started making myself some food. I sit down to eat it, he jumps up to smell it like normal; I push him away like normal and he goes to eat some of his dry food (the same dry food that's been there all day but he's been ignoring and bugging me instead) while I eat my soup. Afterwards he stops bugging me and either goes off somewhere to do his own thing or comes over for a snuggle.

Diesel's not leading me to the kitchen to ask for wet food. He's leading me there to tell me to eat. I'm being fuckign. Handled. By a half-stray housecat.

He's currently purring at me and asking for post-dinner snuggles but it just feels condescending now.

Me: Diesel do not eat my soup.

Diesel: I am confirming that you have food and not yet another craft project to get lost in. Good. Now I will go to my bowl and we can eat together.

The honestly surprising thing here imo is that even for *very* rich people apparently unbridled capitalism that makes them as rich as possible apparently doesn't buy them the same satisfaction as it can in places with less inequality.

You'd think (and every second temporarily embarrassed millionaire will argue) that if you can command a private limo, public transport doesn't matter. But apparently the systems that result in good public transport also result in amazing holidays for people so rich they wouldn't even consider using it.

If everyone can afford a nice coffee in the morning, there's a cute little cafe every 100 feet to serve it to them; if there's only 100 people in town that can afford that habit they're all going to have to hop into their swanky limos and haul their groggy asses to wherever the exclusive Coffee Club is located to get their fix.

If there's no public transit or bike infrastructure, your swanky limo is stuck in traffic behind 120 beat up Honda Civics.

If there's workers rights and public healthcare the barista there wants to have a nice little chat with every customer, because that's the human default way of greeting people in the morning. If there's not they straight up don't have the spoons and you get the dead-eyed Gen-X Millenial Gen-Z stare while you order.

No amount of individual expenditure will buy you what living in a healthy society gives.

i have yet to see tumblr's mature content filter actually flag any mature content on my dash. it's basically always shit like this

i have to admit, it does make me contemplate the latent eroticism of art pieces that i would not have considered erotic without the label

I taste the past as I taste reflux: it's nauseating, disgusting for sure, and leaves me with a bad sensation, but there are things I can do to stop it from coming back, mainly keeping myself upright, standing.

I am going to clarify that when I say "if your romantic pair would have no appeal as a platonic duo, they're going to fall flat", I'm not necessarily saying they needed to have a pre-existing friendship within the narrative. I'm saying that if you can't pitch the dynamic to me without referring to the fact that they think the other one is hot, they don't have a dynamic, they're just attracted.

was reminded of that youtube channel that records footage of that bridge that scalps trucks today. one of the fascinating developments that's happened since i last heard about it is that, in one of their many attempts to stop the trucks from being can-opened, they installed a traffic light that detects when a vehicle that's over the allowed height is coming and turns red so the driver can stop and hopefully notice the signage all around that's screaming "YOUR VEHICLE IS OVERHEIGHT TURN AROUND" and avoid an accident. However as a result sometimes drivers see the light turning yellow and IMMEDIATELY start flooring it to avoid having to stop, ensuring that the roof of their truck just gets fucking annihilated instantly. Really beautiful stuff you should check it out

the comments have me in tears

It DOES have a sign. It turns on when it detects something too tall for the bridge. It even flashes. And the traffic lights will go red to get people to stop when it detects an over height vehicle so they read the signs. (note this lovely example where the lights are red, because the truck thought it was better than the lights)

every time I see this post I've forgotten how clearly signposted the canopener bridge is, and every time it hits me like a truck (hitting the canopener bridge and getting the top of its trailer ripped asunder)

People say about Gen AI ''well its going to be basically in every game in the next few years so get used to it" like, no... do you have any idea how stubborn I am? I will never play another new game in MY LIFE if that is the case. There are plenty of old ones I missed. "Oh what about books and TV?" SAME. I do not care. I will stop consuming new media forever if GenAI is going to be in everything.

Yes, This is absolutely the hill I will die on (AND WE WILL ALL DIE ON IF COMPANIES DONT STOP PUSHING AI AND BUILDING FUCKING DATA CENTERS EVERYHERE FUCK)

pls… i beg of you… reblog creations… or else there won’t be any more creations

it makes me so sad to see so many creators talking in the tags about how they’re not creating as much because less and less people are interacting. this is proof that interaction is vital. this is proof that a lack of interaction leads to discouraged creators and leads to less creations. liking—and only liking—does not encourage creators.

and that’s because (1) the purpose of this website is to share things that bring us joy and (2) likes don’t share things or ensure something is seen by more people, not like they do on other sites. so, when so many people decide to only like a post and not share it (i.e. not reblog it), that tells the creator that those people didn’t think their hard work was worth sharing with others. that’s discouraging. 

and the creator isn’t the only one that gets something out of that. you get something, too. you get the joy of sharing something you like; that’s a meaningful experience for both you and for the creator. and that experience—that interaction—encourages the creator to create more, and so there’s more joy to be had for both you and the creator.

long story short, interaction (i.e., reblogging, which is interaction in its simplest form on this site) brings joy. it’s literally all about the joy, people. the joy in discovering and sharing and appreciating and marveling at creations. so please reblog—for everyone’s sake, including your own. 

REBLOG!! Support content creators!

when a film or tv show takes place somewhere where you have been, it is your sacred duty as viewer to say “i’ve been there” every time you recognize a place

When a film or TV show claims to take place somewhere but you been there and it is your sacred duty as a view to say “no the hell that is not there.”

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