Tinglepost 393: I Wouldn’t Have Been So Afraid Of Death If I Had Known The Pearly Gates Were This Hot And Also Bi
I had to read this tingler as soon as I saw the title. It was just too intriguing to me personally. I was raised Catholic and I have read and heard so many imaginings of Heaven, and of meeting the saints there, etc etc. I never gave much thought to the intentions of their writers. They were obvious. The stories are meant to encourage believers to live a virtuous life and/or comfort believers when they grieve loved ones. What about such a story from a secular perspective, though? I'm aware that Dr. Tingle is not a religious person, so what sort of message does he convey in a story like this?
What I found in this story was an inversion of a different sort of Christian story about the afterlife that I've encountered a lot. Stories about Hell. These stories usually have a specific message: if only you knew what awaited you, you would definitely place less importance on day-to-day distractions and pleasures, and focus on the "big picture" for believers: what awaits you after you die. To me, this tingler feels like a direct argument against those sorts of stories. The world we get to experience every day is beautiful, and even if we did know about an afterlife for certain, it wouldn't make this life a lesser one. It wouldn't change the fact that we also have all the possibilities of this life to enjoy first.
The last time I played Puck, the director was a huge freak about not letting us wear shoes on stage because it would "ruin the look", but we all kept eating shit, and instead of just letting us wear skintone dance shoes or something with grip, motherfucker poured Pepsi on the floor so it'd be sticky and we had to schlorp around. I fucking hate you, David.
Why couldn't this have been a one time I dreamt
Coking the stage (mopping it with diluted soda so it's a little sticky) is a legitimate low-budget tactic for slick floors, but he just poured so much Pepsi on the floors that for about a whole week, it was audible.
Maybe the course of true love would run a little fucking smoother if we didn't have to ford your Pepsi river, DAVID.
I would just quit. Fuck people like that. It's easy to walk away
No it's not. Didn't you read the post? There was dried Pepsi everywhere.
every time I think about Dilbert I think about this comic and how the question being asked is Not Stupid and its answer is genuinely interesting and arguably very important information anyone using a computer should know
This tag is incredibly really good because it is 100% why you might need to defrag your drives sometimes.
If you've ever bought a flash drive or something and wonder why its advertised as 512GB but you can only use 480GB or whatever of it, it's because that other 32GB is being used as a directory for where the actual files are located on the drive. (I'm pulling those numbers out of my ass but you get the idea.) If you had full access to the entire drive it would just be a stream of data with no idea where to start or end.
When you delete a file, you're not actually deleting the 1's and 0's. You're telling the directory "this specific range of data is no longer allocated to something and can be used for something else." It's the reason forensics can obtain data from a drive even if it's been "deleted" because for all intents and purposes, it's still there. It's also the reason you have Fast and Slow options for formatting a drive; the former just clears that directory and the latter actually goes in and tries to overwrite every bit of memory to wipe it clean.
When you fill up a drive and delete lots of files, those empty ranges of data can be spread out haphazardly. Defragging the drive is just moving things around so they're more organized and related data is all grouped together and that "free" space is consolidated.
Also yes Scott Adams is now dead ❤️
"New Yorkers bite more people than sharks annually" is an excellent example of how statistics can be misleading. Like yeah no shit, do you have any idea how rare it is to even encounter a shark in the wild? They're not exactly urban animals. I'm pretty damn sure that if sharks were living in big cities like pigeons, just strolling down the streets looking for food scraps, you'd see a lot more news stories about New Yorkers biting them.
Hate it when TikTok farm cosplayers and cottagecore types say stuff like "I'm not going to use modern equipment because my grandmothers could make do without it." Ma'am, your great grandma had eleven children. She would have killed for a slow cooker and a stick blender.
I’ve noticed a sort of implicit belief that people used to do things the hard way in the past because they were tougher or something. In reality, labor-saving devices have historically been adopted by the populace as soon as they were economically feasible. No one stood in front of a smoky fire or a boiling pot of lye soap for hours because they were virtuous, they did it because it was the only way to survive.
Taking these screenshots from Facebook because they make you log in and won't let you copy and paste:
The Flower Vendor (1882) Victor-Émile Prouvé
“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend
Something I really love about Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle is the point he makes about overcorrecting from the original trope. Sanitizing queer art to the point that nothing bad happens to queer characters ever is not only unrealistic, not only shitty to tell queer people what part of their stories they are or are not allowed to tell, it's also just putting us in another box. The beauty of queer art is when we just get to create what we want to and tell our stories authentically. There's a place for fluffy feel-good queer romance and horrifically fucked up queer horror. As long as queer people and those who love us get to tell our stories in a way that is meaningful, that resonates with the people who interact with it, that is all that should matter.