I just thought 'oh man at least labubus didn't overlap with nfts' and the wave of relief that washed over me was so potent I felt dizzy

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

in honor of his passing the Scott Adams Memorial Cafeteria will be serving this disgusting shit until 6pm tonight

9 year anniversary of Ragnar discovering snow

Cryptid owner cryptid dog

Possibly the first recorded case of shitty greenscreen without greenscreen

I think it was just my flash 😂

Even the snow falling looks like it's just an effect added in post. This, this is a paradox of a photo; by general metrics, most people with a basic understanding of how to use image editing software would think "oh yeah, this is fake."

But it's not. You somehow got all the stars aligned to snap the most unrealistic real photo I've seen in a long time.

Yeah people keep talking about the shadows and effects I’ve used but this is the raw photo 😭 it’s unedited

Excalibur (1981) dir.: John Boorman

i think we need to bring back calling people internet famous instead of calling them influencers like there needs to be something borderline derogatory injected back into it

context according to instagram:

original image from the magazine:

Found a scan of this issue on the Internet Archive (it's the back cover). This scan is 4000x6000 for all your high resolution needs!

The caption reads: "Defeated by roses. Near Turin's Lingotto station, along a lonely path, Miss Guida Concetta Rinino, 28 years old, who was bringing a nice bunch of roses to a relative, was accosted by an unknown young man. The young woman, rather than losing heart, defended herself with extraordinary energy, using the bunch of flowers as a weapon. So it was that the scoundrel, his face all scratched up, had to flee. (Drawing by Walter Molino.)"

Incredible. At a distance I understand how the woman might appear to be the abuser and the man the sympathetic victim, but the second you zoom into the man’s face the pink-cheeked rage- not remorse, or rejection, or embarrassment- not heartbreak or despair- but RAGE- the deeper story speaks itself into your suspicions.

And the bit where they’re HER roses? Almost a relief, but also sadder, as she will arrive at whatever event without them, or with them destroyed.

Do you think when the righteous anger and anxiety and annoyance fade, when she arrives at her destination- will her loved ones applaud her? Will she be proud? Will her hands shake? Will she walk home with company from then out, and for how long?

In this moment, she is provoked into anger. Anger is good- it appears strong. But look at his face. Would you put it past him to linger there after dark, in case she returns alone?

What story will HE tell, of ‘I was perfectly polite, but she didn’t even give me a chance- women like that, they’d swoon for a jerk in a heartbeat, but kind and flattering men like me?…”

I love this piece. It paints both stories while illustrating the power dynamics and struggles at play. This should be shown in art classes

One of the biggest issues of moving to England as a person who is Ukrainian AND neurodivergent is not knowing how to answer the small talk question of "how are you", but today I was reminded that Ukrainian blessed me with the phrase that roughly translates as "living is hard but dying would be a pity" and can we please naturalise it so I can use it all day every day

Literally have this hanging in my house

One of the biggest issues of moving to England as a person who is Ukrainian AND neurodivergent is not knowing how to answer the small talk question of "how are you", but today I was reminded that Ukrainian blessed me with the phrase that roughly translates as "living is hard but dying would be a pity" and can we please naturalise it so I can use it all day every day

Literally have this hanging in my house

I sincerely cant remember the last time that staff rolled out a feature that improved this website in any way

When they moved the reblog button to the bottom of posts

Where was it before?

at the top we had to scroll all the way back up in order to reblog

Wh

What the fuck

people were so used to it that there were extensions to put it back

Trevor Dubois, an indigenous man who was in the hospital for chemo following a brain cancer diagnosis, was murdered by Saskatoon hospital security via. forceful restraint on Friday over a plastic lighter that police are publicly calling an “imitation firearm”. The cops are now trying to make it seem like Trevor had methamphetamines and drug paraphernalia in the hospital room with him after security murdered him to justify what took place.

here’s the saskatchewan health authority’s most recent statement regarding the incident. there’s a lot of talk but nothing of substance is being said. his family just wants answers and yet they haven’t even been told his time of death. his family also believes that the “imitation firearm” in question is a bright pink and green cigarette holder/lighter, but police refuse to release a photo of it.

according to those who knew him, he was a kind person who always went out of his way to help the less fortunate. he was seeking certification as a social worker and was heavily involved in his community. his family also says that he was against anything that has the potential to cause harm to people.

lastly, here is a quote from his brother, ryan (from this aptn article):

I learned today that Scoobert Doo was designed to violate every Great Dane breed standard and I love that

*ungreats your dane*

Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.

ok

mad about being chronically ill so I baked a cake about it

ice cold water is an elite tier drink. i don't have any funny jokes im just drinking cold water right now and can feel myself recovering hp