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at the library, the woman in front of me in line for the printer was struggling with using the scanner, so I showed her how to position paper on the scanning bed. after I printed my things I had to make a change to something that didn’t come out right so I went to the PC again, then when I came back to the printer there was another person struggling with the scanner, and the person I had just helped showed them how to position the paper and said how she had just learned earlier, then saw me and pointed and smiled
I ran into a friend I don’t talk to heaps at a book store and they remembered the last time I saw them. it was a sweet interaction. they were exchanging the books they got for christmas for ones they liked more. I also knew the person working at the book store. that interaction was shorter and more awkward but still sweet.
I finished all the admin I needed to do in preparation for an appointment well before the appointment time but not long enough before to go home, so I lingered around town in the rain searching maps for somewhere interesting to stand or sit. on my way to something that seemed vaguely interesting I stumbled across a “gallery”, that turned out to be a shop selling anything. they had racks of clothes in one room, books stacked on the floor, tapes, CDs, random electronics in the back room. I picked up Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut and the older man who owned the shop started talking to me about it. when I bought it he gave me incense for free (the book already was only $8), for coming out in the lousy weather.
I had an appointment with an agency known for being annoying to clients but I got a really lovely woman who was so happy to help and everything went so perfectly better than I had imagined. Now I’m going to university debt-free which is, as they say, pretty good. She even let me use the staff bathroom part-way through as I was sitting then shaking like an anxious dog but really I just needed to pee so bad.
why can rockstar games institutionalise you for life like nikita kruschev for being autistic
He didn’t steal 10 million dollars. They made that number up as a loss, they never fucking had it. Rockstar has spent more than a billion fucking dollars on GTA VI and will likely make billions more when it gets released.
Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.
Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion.This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.
And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?
Capitalism is disgusting.
Nobody should buy GTA til they free Arion Kurtaj
he didn’t even get to stand *trial*. because he’s autistic. he’s in an institution for life for hacking while autistic, without trial.
Tumblr does in fact compress this image and it makes me so mad (you can see the actual colors on my bsky) BUT I’m calling it quits on this study so I can move on to the next one.
media is one of the easiest things to boycott. it doesn’t provide things you need to survive like food or transportation or anything like that. but people really keep acting like it’s the most difficult thing to do bc of their mental health or whatever excuse they’re using at the moment. people can’t even bring themselves to just, not engage in fandom, or pirate things if they’re THAT incapable of letting something go. it’s really sad honestly.
what did we do to deserve portal 2. that shit was so good and for what
we got to have this! we got to have a valve game set in the half life universe, and its an enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-again sci fi comedy story about a homicidal ai created to run tests forever and the test subject she catches feelings for!! how is this game real!!!
happy birthday to the only video game ever
people still clown in the notes of this post so reminder that glados was gonna take you on a date and accuse you of cheating. shes not chells mom
Um, can I please get every neighborhood kid and animal to come walk across my driveway? Can I get a cat to just run around on there? This flock of ducks did such an amazing job!
I was 18 months old when my parents built their house. After pouring the concrete slab for the foundation, my father, world’s most sentimental man, carried me down into the hole so he could preserve a single imprint of my little baby foot in the house he was building for me to grow up in.
Naturally, I wriggled loose, so what is actually preserved for posterity in my parents’ basement floor is my mad dash through this glorious new mud pit, followed by my father’s footprints in hot pursuit, a visible scuffle where the fugitive was captured, and then my father’s prints returning to the ladder.
I hope some future archeologist finds your parent’s basement floor because they’re going to lie down on the ground and cry about it.
I saw someone wondering about flower language, but there’s none, rather thorough the comic I only used one flower - yarrow, which historically had been used to stanch the blood flow from the wounds. I just wanted to have some physical symbol with which I can show the connection between the women. On the 2nd page I use it to show the nun’s vocation (apothecary), on page 3 she asks for yarrow to stop the bleeding, and later in the comic whenever we see the peasant fiddling with the flowers, it is to help prepare them for drying. By page 14, the apothecary mentally connects the yarrow flowers with the peasant.
In page 8, the hymn in the background translates to “Come, bride of Christ, receive the crown which the Lord has prepared for you for all eternity.” I found that it is sung during perpetual vows in some nunneries.
I tried to convey much with the compositions. The idea was that it is a monastery that follows the Benedictine Rule, which encourages the practice of silence. I tried to convey this rule-driven monastic life with symmetrical, decorative, silent compositions, and reverse it when the rule was disturbed (or when the apothecary’s mind was disturbed). In the last page, I tried to merge both, to convey that the two women found balance and connection.
ALT