when tumblr dies we should just all go back to pdfs

and then fax them to each other? What??? What do you want to do from there???

we'll just go back to them

what is THE worst thing you've ever drank. all liquids acceptable. please tell me what it was, bonus points for why

Hey whoa hi. Hello. I am looking directly into your ear canal. What do you mean you drank a tube of virus concentrate.

So, I was working in a lab, right? My job in the lab was preparing a pure, concentrated enough sample of virus. This is tricky since, y'know, viruses require hosts to replicate, but you then need to get the host cells (and the pieces of the host cells that died!) out of the sample while still keeping the viruses. Once I'd finished and the samples had been sent to the database for analysis as well as a second one sent to be frozen for future reference, there was still some left over that needed to be disposed of.

I, knowing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, waited carefully for the lab director to be deep in conversation with someone else on the other side of the laboratory. And then I took my chance.

Test tubes, as it turns out, are really bad as shot glasses. Their shape turns any liquid inside into a stream, so you really can't knock it back quickly - it takes a couple seconds. Additionally, the best way I can describe the taste of virus concentrate was "sterile rot". A very unique kind of bad! Made worse by the test tube's inefficiency as a shot glass.

(by the way we were studying bacteriophages, not animal viruses. these viruses are too specialized on attacking prokaryotes to even recognize our cells as targets at all, according to studies.)

(but also like. if the viruses managed to successfully switch hosts and killed me with a violent infection, itd still be worth it.)

(for science.)

You have a fitting blog title

this post is getting 50k easy

not furniture but love this 1930s radiator with bread warming addition

About ten years ago I decided that the next step I needed to take in my life was to accept and explore what it meant to be a failure and to have failed. This infuriated almost everybody in my life and clearly terrified a lot of people. People do not want you to accept failure. They dont want you to like... Sit with and think about it and pick it up and turn it arpund in your hands and really examine it. They want you to keep throwing yourself against the impossible walls until your body explodes! They do not want you to say "alright then, I've failed. What does that mean for me? Im still here. What does the life of someone who has failed look like?"

This makes people very angry and panicky.

My mental health improved in ways it had not in the previous DECADE once I stopped. And. Sat. With failure. And thought about what my failure ... Was. And looked at the structures that produced it and examined them critically.

It is so taboo to fail and admit it openly and talk about it. It is so taboo to talk about or think about failure in an accepting way rather than hiding it shamefully until you experience a degree of success in some area which allows you to present the past failure as "a stepping stone" to your current situation. Fuck that. We are put in positions of guaranteed failure by society every day and then punished and shamed for it. Lets fucking talk about failure

Objectively

the best

of the

Star Trek

movies.

The best bit of the “nuclear wessels” scene, is that Nichelle Nichols and Walter Koenig literally went out and asked passerby. Not extras; genuine strangers on the street.

I want to emphasize: in 1986, during the Cold War, they had a man with a Russian accent thick enough to walk on wander the streets asking random people about nuclear technology. I’m amazed that people were (vaguely) helpful.

A WHOLESOME AND INSANE MOVIE :D

C I N E M A

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present. 

jeeves really is That Bitch

Leo Forest (1985-)

Chat

Major human pastimes:

the cultural reputation of Hawkeye Pierce is wild bc you'll see members of Gen X who grew up watching MASH and haven't revisited it since recall Hawkeye as a macho military man who constantly gets pussy and sticks it to the man but then you watch the show and he's a antiracist bisexual pansy who DESPISES the military, (who does still stick it to the man) hates guns and begs for men to get him pregnant

#this also happened to my friend jim kirk

THIS ALSO HAPPENED TO MY FRIEND JIM KIRK!!!!

my husband came home from the thrift store, so excited to show me the great find he made

it was a matching set of pillow cases. the first said "his", which is normal right? then he revealed the second to say "the dog's"

I’m starting to sound like a nutcase at work because upper management keeps trying to implement AI programs and AI assistants and Chat GPT and my middle-of-the-road, don’t-infodump, don’t-engage response has been “I don’t like AI”, “I prefer to remain in control of my own tasks”, “I’d rather make my own mistakes”, and “I don’t trust any machine smarter than a toaster”

My honest opinion: “Generative Artificial Intelligence” is a purposefully misleading liar’s name we gave to a labour-stealing company’s proprietary algorithm so they could market it to businesses who would rather see simple work done badly at the expense of the consumer than contribute to the community it is profiting off by offering even a single human being in that population the barest minimum honest wage to learn and do it properly, simultaneously robbing the working class while grifting both the client and the customer, and we’re buying into it because we’re a superstitious social species of codependent apes would could pack bond with a rock if we spent enough time around it existing in the most extreme state of social disconnection and parasocial reliance humanity has ever known, like a dying man in the ocean drinking saltwater

What I have to keep saying to avoid being classified as “the conspiracy theorist”: Haha yeah I guess I’m a bit of technophobe lol

Painting by Chinese artist He Daqiao (*1961).

i have said this before but holy shit, put jimmy buffet on your writing playlist. not the shaker of salt stuff, the older stuff. one of the great tragedies of our time is that this man is remembered by a cruise ship bar and grill franchise and not as a titan among storytellers.

friends, if i told you about a song where a female astrophysicist named Desdemona has to balance her genuine love of cooking with her career and also spousal expectations, I doubt your first reaction would be "yeah that sounds like it was written by a white guy in the 70s". i likewise have doubts about how hard you would expect it to slap, because that's pretty heavy subject matter and does not sound like a topic you could hum along to. but oh my god.

the character writing is a fucking master class. like. the powers out on the hippy commune and there's a scared pregnant 19-year-old who just really wants her mom. the last mango in Paris. the entire naval base is on lockdown because the admiral is watching his first child be born. Ellis dee. Ace. go actually listen to He Went to Paris.

Actually i'm coming back to this. Sometimes you really do need a cheeseburger. In paradise. It's an allegory, whatever. Not too particular, not too precise.

I’m sure someones already said this but I often see Tumblr described as a hellsite. This is fundamentally incorrect.

Tumblr is the faesite. Everybody is super confused and lost, you keep running into random places. Somehow you end up stuck there forever after interacting a couple of times. The people are all strange, everybody simultaneously seems to be from the future and the past as if time is meaningless.

YES

also technology breaks at random, and sometimes you just suddenly feel a thousand years old

You think THATS a denim jacket?

Surely you

That punchline hit me like a sack of wet mice

Like a sack of what

i think i'll watch gay porn tonight and touch my personal penis. every day is a gift you can give to youreself....

what's not clicking. it's on my person