Ides Of March Party

I'm having an Ides of March party this year and I just wanted to share my invitation just in case anyone else wanted to host one too.

Here's the gist. Each invitee (senators) has 10 votes (paper tokens), and you can give as many of those votes to whomever for whatever reason you want, whenever you want, during the party. You can also not give them out; you could keep them.

At the end of the party, you will count how many votes you got from others and then subtract any votes of yours that you didn't give out. You will then write your number on a sticky note and stick it to your back.

Once done, all the invitees circle the roo,m checking everyone's back keep a mental note of who has the highest number after a few minutes. All partygoers (senators) will "mob" and lovingly "stab" (with their fake retractable knives) that person with the highest number. For they are Creaser and have won over their fellow senators to dictatorship. The person with the 2nd most votes is the winner and is named Brutes. (And they get a prize!)

I have some mini-theme games that require some extra participation and thought before the party, which give us excuses outside normal party activities to give out votes:

You can participate in as many or as few as you want in these mini games. Tho I do hope most of you do participate, *bats eyelashes*

There will also be normal party activities, board games, dancing, good company, maybe karaoke ect.

Starts at 11am - Ends 5pm with an after party of who ever is left to watch something Julius Caesar related. I haven't thought that far yet lol.

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tumblr theyre saying that youre dead, again

everybody hates led headlights but it is 1000x worse when you have an old car. this is what i deal with on a daily basis

hold on let me google something

what the fuck

happy Boston Molasses Flood to all who celebrate

I remember encountering exactly this sentiment when reading up about women's haircuts/hairstyles. The essay started off with "There are many different face shapes, and that means that the same hairstyle will look different on different people," and went on to list and show examples of each different facial shape. I thought, oh cool! human variety is amazing and aesthetics are so complex! And then the essay went from that right into "of course there is only one GOOD facial shape, The Beauteous Oval, and the whole point of hairstyling is to try to disguise all the other awful ugly deviant facial shapes and make everyone look exactly the same <3"

One thing I've noticed recently is that people treat RSVPing for a party or event as a suggestion and not a commitment.

I had a little party today and literally half the people who had RSVPed yes just no-showed without saying anything.

It ended up being a delightful event with some of my favorite people and I had a really good time, but I can't help but feel a bit hurt by my friends who said they would come and just...didn't.

Even beyond my feelings, I had put a LOT of work into preparation, so there was way too much food.

If you say you're going to an event, especially a smaller one, at least tell the host if plans change. Like, no one is forcing you at gunpoint to go to a party, but it's super rude to just ghost your friends and usually significant work has gone into putting together the event.

Also like, part of the reason you RSVP is so the host knows how many people to accommodate for something (i.e how much food to get). By no-showing in advance you are making them waste money, cause they'll be spending it on thing that will go to waste b/c the person they were allotted to didn't show up.

Which is rude as hell.

And the reverse is also why you SHOULD say if you're coming and not show up randomly without warning, if they haven't planned for your attendance there won't be enough stuff for you(like food.

The wanting to know who's coming isn't just, because the want to know. They want to know so they can accommodate the right amount of people.

Would You Fuck This Furry?

At last, we come to the stallion himself. Spirit, the titular character of the film! Spirit is born to the leader of his herd and is raised to become a leader himself. He's fun-loving, enjoys racing, and has a fiery spirit, but is also responsible, willing to do whatever it takes to look after his herd. When the herd stumbles across humans, Spirit lets the humans take him so that the rest have a chance to escape.

Though the humans try to break him, the strong-willed Spirit resists all their attempts, and eventually he manages to escape with the help of a native man, Little Creek. Spirit, along with his new mate Rain, return to the herd as free horses and live happily.

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There is no nuance button, if your answer is some variation of ‘I would if X’ then the answer is yes.

People speak the truth even in the face of adversity

HOW IS HE LOSING???

Tumblr is such an awesome website. What if your diary had a pvp option

hey folks if you have an android phone: google shadow installed malware.

I had to go and delete it myself this morning.

Important info in the notes:

if you dont have homemade blorbo to torture store bought is fine

genuinely i do not remember making this post. judging by the timestamp i must have woken up, written this, and immediately gone back to sleep. i must thus draw two conclusions:

1) my subconscious is better at tumblring than i am

2) i was, presumably, dreaming about blorbo torture

So I've got this friend whose nervous because she's trans and dating this guy who she hasn't told yet because they've only been on a two dates. For this story let's call the friend Jane and the guy she was dating Jason. Happy ending don't worry.

So I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I'm having and she can tell him she's trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.

She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy. So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro's reaction when she tells him she's trans, and that she understands if he doesn't want to keep dating her it's no big deal.

He's baffled, so we explain what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn't had bottom surgery yet...

"Oh you have a dick?"

"... yeah."

He look's around at the room full of people with baited breath, his clearly a little afraid girl friend says

"Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don't worry Babe! Watch this!"

And ya'll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we had for grilling and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at the group absolutely beaming with pride.

My mans saw his worried girlfriend and her support network and thought to him self "Oh they don't think I can't please my girl, but I'll show them!"

I do feel the need to add that later he excitedly tell the group that as a straight guy, he never thought that skill would be useful outside hotdog eating contests.

"Man its too bad that im straight since I've got like no gag reflex and all."

"Honey, I must tell you, i am in fact trans and I have not had bottom surgery."

"My god... everything's coming up Jason."

Pure of heart dumb of ass hetero of sexual

At the risk of sounding stupid, I just found out how long the stone age lasted. In my head it's about as long as other historical time periods, a couple thousand years before ancient egypt, and conceptually looks like a bad car insurance commercial. Nope! Dead wrong! The stone age lasted for 3.4 MILLION YEARS.

Okay wow i would not have guessed millions. Maybe in like the tens of thousands? But definitely would have way undershot.

I told my wife and they said "Yeah, modernity is a recent and strange invention"

Oh yes! Hello I am wife. And these are the oldowan tools:

The first image is my favorite, the iconic oldowan hand axe, but you'll note there's a wide range of other tools crafted for everything from crushing nuts and stones, to awls and engraving devices. There is some evidence, albeit hotly debated, that these tools MIGHT have been used in ancient burials. Maybe. This is up for debate because these tools are THREE MILLION YEARS OLD. They pre date homo sapiens and homo erectus. They pre date the ice age. Hell, they pre date the fucking ice caps. We don't think humans were burying their dead as we understand it today, but maybe?? These were made by homo habilis, or the "handyman", so named for their invention of tools.

It makes me feel very small to look at these, like looking up at a starry sky.

Two seemingly contradictory beliefs that we actually must strive to hold simultaneously:

You don't need to be a doormat, but also don't get comfortable slamming the door when you have the resources to extend a hand instead.

Thinking about the Holmes story where a blind girl goes to him and is like "My fiancé is missing and he kept telling me the week leading up to his disappearance that he would always love me and come back for me,were anything to happen so I think he knew he was in trouble and I love him so much and I'm going to wait for him but I'd like to find him faster,ya know?" And Holmes figures out that it was this girl's parents to scam her out of money she was owed from an estate which she gave to them because she was still living at home,which she wouldn't be if she ever married,so her step father PRETENDED TO DATE HER for MONTHS to keep her from ever getting engaged to a real person and when Holmes finds out he confronts this man and this man is like "Well,you caught me! But it wasn't illegal:) so:)" and Holmes is like "No,but it was sickening and cruel and if she had a brother or good male friend he should post you up and whip you but she doesn't." And the man is like "No,she doesn't." And does the Victorian version of sticking his tongue out and Holmes is like "Well,I guess I'll do then!" And HE PULLS OUT HIS HUNTING WHIP.

the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.