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Only those who are over 65 years of age or have a "high-risk health condition" will be permitted to receive the 2025 COVID vaccine.

this is a terrible development from a public health standpoint but from a personal standpoint if you want the vaccine: lie. lie your ass off.

your pharmacist won't ask what the qualifying health condition is (i don't think they're even allowed to), just make you check a box on the paperwork that you have one. your insurance may not pay for/reimburse you for the vaccine, but that won't keep you from getting it (as long as you can afford it - obviously big separate problem there.)

anecdotally: i have done this for years and no one cares. i've gotten a covid booster every 6 months for the past four years by checking the high risk box and absolutely no one has batted an eye, including my insurance, who theoretically probably know i don't have a qualifying condition.

so lie your ass off and go get your shot!

Oh, you probably have a qualifying condition if you search hard enough. Are you overweight? I mean, very likely not, but your BMI probably things you are, that's good enough. Are you depressed or anxious? If not, kindly pass me a hit of whatever substance you are using and we'll both get in on being smokers instead.

Quick question...

I know not to buy an HP printer if I value my wallet and my sanity.

But what about HP computers? Are the desktops any more evil than any other brand?

I mean, I've had a lot of luck with my Dell computers over the last twenty years, but I'm always open to finding another good brand and all that....

Stick with dell. If you need something that will last a decade, get a lenovo. (Assuming laptops) Desktops, Id still stick with dell but have less opinions because i usually build my own. But ive been a sysadmin for 30y and have always had lenovo or dell at work and at home. (I mean, technically I had thinkpads back when they were ibm, but same diff)

You can only reblog this on the 3st of January

the 3st huh?

the 3st.

Roman mosaic floor discovered under a vineyard in Negrar di Valpolicella, Veneto.

#something about this really gets to me #how if you get enough dirt on your floor it just becomes the ground #and eventually someone is trying to farm in your living room

"Put Baby in pelican mouth" has transformed my thinking in ways I haven't entirely discovered yet. The other day at the shop I heard "just give us your ID card at the till to get 15% off such-and-such products!" And my brain went "Big Chain Store perfec/t size for give all your personal data! Deals very cheap and fun your data safe give data to Big Chain Store. Give data to Big Chain Store. No problems ever with Big Chain Store because good size and safety for ID card weak of so much yummy personal data. Abig Chain Store yes a place for data give data to Big Chain Store can trust Big Chain Store for give data to all its friends. Friend Store"

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

oh shit

As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.

Y'all know what to do Tumblr.

Hey you. Yes you. C’mere.

This year is full of comfort and joy—slowly drinking tea, reading more books, crafting instead of scrolling, wearing silly little outfits, gardening until our skin turns green, enjoying the quiet moments.

So mote it be, like to charge, reblog to cast

Every three months a new person remembers that in NJ it's illegal to pump your own gas and therefor posit that gas station employees in Gotham must therefore pump the Batmobile's gas. While this is of course a humorous image I implore everyone to remember that nothing Batman does is legal.

Oh come on!

We're only two days in 2026 and we already have a headline that is setting the bar so high for "Most absurdity per word", that it'll be near impossible to beat!

hey, don’t cry. one half flour one half yogurt knead into dough and fry for easy flatbread and dip in balsamic vinegar, okay?

After three batches, my findings so far:

I’m gonna be eating these for a month

This actually works?? Two-ingredient bread??

I gotta try it.

That's...naan.

That's naan?

*runs to Google*

HOLY SHIT THAT IS NAAN! HOW DID I NOT KNOW NAAN WAS THAT EASY TO MAKE?

There are gonna be people who won't like hearing this but if you want to live in a world where mixed marriages, families, and adoptions (particularly POC adopting outside their "race") aren't maligned and discriminated against, then you have got to get more chill about seeing someone partaking in something cultural that you don't think fits the "race" you perceive them as.

It's a vague memory now, it was a vague memory even at the time I made this post, but I think what sparked this was remembering stupid comments I saw about a Chinese-American cookbook that were complaining about it being written by a white woman and then I looked the white woman up and the briefest research showed she was adopted as a child into a Chinese-American family and just....

*pinches nose*

Fellas, is it cultural appropriation to inherit your family's culture but you don't pass the blood quantum test?

All of you are literally just racist. You've come full-circle. You're working under the belief that people are supposed to "keep to their own kind" and that means the socially invented concept of "race", and "race mixing" of any sort is unnatural.

Anastasia Trusova Born (1989). Russia

“Bedtime stories”. Acrylic canvas 40 x 50

While making dinner tonight, I very very fleetingly, but very seriously and legitimately thought “I should watch Goncharov tonight”

And then I Remembered.

That it's no longer on poob?

This is incomprehensible outside of tumblr, i love a well maintained closed ecosystem

“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”

“Mrrrrp!”

“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”

“Myam!”

“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”

Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.

“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.

He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”

Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.

Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.

Right. Nap.

His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—

There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.

Silence.

Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.

“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.

As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.

Alright. Time to close his eyes again.

Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—

“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”

“Rrya?”

“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”

This is so cute!! Their little tooka personalities fit them perfectly 😂😂