How Do I Explain To My Cat That Stepping On My Boobs Hurts
Nurse: "Your sturgeon will be in shortly"
Patient: "You mean my surgeon?"
Nurse: "No."
*an 800 pound fish flops into the room, thrashing violently on the linoleum and knocking medical equipment to the floor*
Apparently it's International Cat Day, so here is the greatest photo I have ever taken of my cat:
Apparently yesterday was International Cat day, so here's the greatest drawing I ever made of OP's Cat
Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.
I legitimately didn’t know that trans people even existed until I was 17, and I grew up with progressive parents who were friends with multiple same-sex couples, and didn’t care about enforcing gender norms, in one of the most progressive states in the US.
The first words I ever knew for trans people were slurs, seen in porn titles.
Even once I did learn about trans people, it took me until I was 19 to actually apply the word to my experience, because even though I was vaguely aware that they (we) existed I had no knowledge of what the trans experience actually was.
No one taught me about trans people. I never saw trans people in media. And until I met one of my brothers’ college friends, I had never met a trans person.
For most of my life I just assumed there was something horribly wrong with me.
IDK... maybe we should like, teach people about trans people? And include trans people in stuff? But what do I know.
[Image description: the first image is a drawing of a distressed stick figure. The next three images are screenshots tumblr replies reading "Autism", "Trans moment" and "kung fu panda". End ID]
pfffft, you call yourself a supervillain but you’re STILL using chrome? dumbass! everyone knows REAL evildoers switch to firefox!!
I already reblogged this post but this tag made me laugh for 10 minutes
listening to (yet another) cult podcast with guinevere turner as a guest and she talks about how, when she was writing the matt smith charles manson movie, she called it "charlie says" because in the group she was in, they used to always quote their leader ("jessie says this, jessie says that") to the point where it became almost comical, and i kind of want to see that movie now.
@running-in-the-dark wait, I have a couple more links for you!
so this is the link to that podcast I already mentioned and this is the link to her earlier interview with let's talk about sects (the 1st one's more interesting and more in-depth and the second one... is shorter and therefore timesaving ig)
this is her piece in the new yorker about growing up with the lyman family that she's since developed into a whole autobiography
and this is a 1971 rolling stone profile of the group that I think is super interesting, it was written while the leader was still alive, she mentions it in the interview as well (it's also where I first heard of it so...)
thank you!! I’m excited to check all of that out 😌
so, this is something i've noticed in fandom spaces and want to see how people ~generally~ feel regarding genderbends & genderswaps, especially if they are transgender themselves!
do character genderbends/genderswaps make you uncomfortable, and are you transgender?
i like genderbends and am transgender
i like genderbends and am cis
i dislike/am uncomfortable with genderbends and am transgender
i dislike/am uncomfortable with genderbends and am cis
if there's a reason for why you like/dislike genderbends please share in the tags, this is something that genuinely interests me
ID: Tweet by taryn land (@TarynLand): a baby was staring at me in target so i started waving to her & she waved back & the mom whipped around & was like OMG & i was like oh sorry i was just waving to your baby & she was like that was the 1st time shes
waved & me & this mom screamed in the store bc we were so excited. End ID.]
Sewing Machines & Planned Obsolescence
I've got these two sewing machines, made about 100 years apart. An old treadle machine from around 1920-1930, that I pulled out of the trash on a rainy day, and a new Brother sewing machine from around 2020.
I've always known planned obsolescence was a thing, but I never knew just how insidious it was till I started looking at these two side by side.
I wasn't feeling hopeful at first that I'd actually be able to fix the old one, I found it in the trash at 2 am in a thunderstorm. It was rusty, dusty, soggy, squeaky, missing parts, and 100 years old.
How do you even find specialized parts 100 years later? Well, easily, it turns out. The manufacturers at the time didn't just make parts backwards compatible to be consistent across the years, but also interchangeable across brands! Imagine that today, being able to grab a part from an old iPhone to fix your Android.
Anyway, 6 months into having them both, I can confidently say that my busted up trash machine is far better than my new one, or any consumer-grade sewing machine on the market.
Old Machine Guts
The old machine? Can sew through a pile of leather thicker than my fingers like it's nothing. (it's actually terrifying and I treat it like a power tool - I'll never sew drunk on that thing because I'm genuinely afraid it'd sew through a finger!) At high speeds, it's well balanced and doesn't shake. The parts are all metal, attached by standard flathead screws, designed to be simple and strong, and easily reachable behind large access doors. The tools I need to work on it? A screwdriver and oil. Lost my screwdriver? That's OK, a knife works too.
New Machine Guts
The new machine's skipping stitches now that the plastic parts are starting to wear out. It's always throwing software errors, and it damn near shakes itself apart at top speed. Look at it's innards - I could barely fit a boriscope camera that's about as thick as spaghetti in there let alone my fingers. Very little is attached with standard screws.
And it's infuriating. I'm an engineer - there's no damn reason to make high-wear parts out of plastic. Or put them in places they can't be reached to replace. There's no reason to make your mechanism so unbalanced it's reaching the point of failure before reaching it's own design speed. (Oh yeah there is, it's corporate greed)
100 years, and your standard home sewing machine has gone from a beast of a machine that can be pulled out of the literal waterlogged trash and repaired - to a machine that eats itself if you sew anything but delicate fast-fashion fabrics that are also designed to fall apart in a few years.
Looking for something modern built to the standard that was set 100 years ago? I'd be looking at industrial machines that are going for thousands of dollars... Used on craigslist. I don't even want to know what they'd cost new.
We have the technology and knowledge to manufacture "old" sewing machines still. Hell, even better, sewing machines with the mechanical design quality of the old ones, but with more modern features. It would be so easy - at a technical level to start building things well again. Hell, it's easier to fabricate something sturdy than engineer something to fail at just the right time. (I have half a mind to see if any of my meche friends with machine shops want to help me fabricate an actually good modern machine lol)
We need to push for right-to-repair laws, and legislation against planned obsolescence. Because it's honestly shocking how corporate greed has downright sabotaged good design. They're selling us utter shit, and expecting us to come back for more every financial quarter? I'm over it.
ADHD is so silly because you can think about wanting to do something for like 2 weeks but nothing happens then all of a sudden you’re chilling and minding your own business and you get a freaking Inspiration Jumpscare
my blog has been around for a while. a lot of you following me now have kids or are considering kids.
no matter what you do and what precautions you take, no matter how active your kid is or how many sports they play, no matter how much you think this post will never apply to you, there may come a time in your life where your child gets sick and does not fully recover. there may come a time when they develop a chronic illness, an incurable medical condition, or become disabled. at any age. nobody is too young for this to happen to them. an accident, an illness, an injury, any one of the many genetic conditions out there without proper testing, something you thought they would recover from. any number of things here.
and if that happens. I need you to do this for me. I need you to look at your kid. no matter how much you wish nothing bad ever happened I need you to very seriously sit them down. and I need you to tell them
"I will love you even if you never recover."
and I need you to mean it.
promise me.
//Adhd posting once more
A while back I told my sister how nice it was to sync my schedule with my cat’s because when I feed him, I remember to eat, and when he wants to play, it gives me a reason to get up from my desk and stretch.
She said that I shouldn’t have to rely on a pet to do all those things, I should just do them. Which I pointed out was an ableist way to think and she took a pause. But I could see why she said that, because she’d witnessed me be self-sufficient for years without a pet (oldest daughter syndrome lol.)
I reminded her that the year prior, I had a system of hourly alarms that would go off throughout the day, and it would aggravate her because she noticed them before I did. Now I don’t have to reset the alarms as often or hunt down my phone every time I misplace it. I can use that freed up brain space to focus on other things.
Plus Kravitz Jr. notifies me in a more natural, less-stress inducing way (except when he tries to claw my feet through the covers when I refuse to get out bed.) Over the past few months, my sister has taken to calling him “therapy cat.” The second she gets off of work, she makes a beeline to wherever he is and vents all of her gripes while petting him. She gets it now.
Obligatory cat pic:
ID: Photo of a black cat sleeping on a desk. His head is resting on a fuzzy swiffer mop pad. OP’s hand is resting beside him to rub his forehead with her finger. End ID.