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Someone signed me up as a volunteer for International Mr. Leather.
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We are open! On April 17, 2013, the Exploratorium reopened at Pier 15 in San Francisco. In celebration of our big reopening Obscura Digital...
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“Beautiful, despite your fascist standards”
Graffiti from Egypt
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Goodnight everyone.
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“Are you funning with me, Mr. Moist?”
“What makes you say that?”some slightly moist art in celebration of Raising Steam uwu
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a massively extended version of ruthlesscalculus’ post
General Tips
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“If you are a woman. If you are a Person of Colour. If you are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if you’re a person of...
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In today’s episode of Shit That’s In My Office…
CNN’s Wolf Blitzer Asks Atheist Tornado Survivor If She ‘Thanked The Lord’
Dear Media, not everyone who lives in the south fits your ‘aw, shucks’ stereotype.
(via wilwheaton)
Maker Faire costuming! I’m going to an epic Burner wedding this weekend, and Maker Faire was the perfect opportunity to break in my new waist cincher. Verdict: waist cinchers are hella comfortable. I was able to wear it all day and nom delicious festival food and drink beer no problem! The only thing I made was the boots: I painted my old doc martens last year and made silk laces & dyed them.
Also, we were definitely pegged as in the steampunk community (which we are not), and got a lot of warm smiles and nods from other folks in costume. It was nice! Then there was the one guy who just said “hello, Burners!” Which was funny (and true).
Why Do Men Keep Putting Me in the Girlfriend-Zone?
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.
Brilliant.
Got back to my car after a long day at Maker Faire to a flat tire. FML!
So now I have to deal with it in the morning before the festival. Thank goodness for AAA and Yelp for telling me where to get it fixed tomorrow. Waiting on some Mexican food and then just a few more miles before we (hopefully) get to the hotel on the spare. This is my 3rd fucking flat of my life and the 3rd since last October. This is the year of flats I guess. I’m hoping it will be a fast and inexpensive repair tomorrow morning. It’s a large nail in it.
There are two tire places on El Camino less than a mile from the fairgrounds. You could drop it off and go to the fest!
Am I the only one not really worried about Yahoo buying Tumblr? If it starts sucking ass (more than it does) we can all migrate back over to Dreamwidth…
Dreamwidth? In my day we had LiveJournal. And you needed a damn invite to get in!
Yeah, but Dreamwidth is a fan project, meant to be a safe space for fandom. It was started when lj started making noises about censoring adult fannish material. So, unlike LJ, which has been sold a few times, it’s unlikely to be sold off (or even attractive to) a larger company that will endanger fandom activities on it!
These pretty flowers are on every tree in Madison right now. And they smell like rotting garbage. I call them poopblossoms, but surely someone out there knows the actual name of this tree?
No idea, but we have semenflowers here. I don’t know what those are, either.
(via maxistentialist)
Spirit animal.
My 10 year reunion is coming up but they are charging 40 fucking dollars for 3 hour afternoon thing at the high school with no alcohol and a bunch of dumbasses I never knew. I wanted to go but it turned into crap and now I just want to have an anti-reunion where we go drink at the river or beach or something. I mean I’m still in touch with people I want to be in touch with so it really isn’t worth the bullshit they set up. UGH! The Facebook event page just makes me mad. I am Heather Mooney.
Heather Mooney is flawless.
“Granny Weatherwax had never heard of psychiatry and would have had no truck with it even if she had. There are some arts too black even for a witch. She practiced headology—-practiced, in fact, until she was very good at it. And though there may be some superficial similarities between a psychiatrist and a headologist, there is a huge practical difference. A psychiatrist, dealing with a man who fears he is being followed by a huge and terrible monster, will endeavor to convince him that monsters don’t exist. Granny Weatherwax would simply give him a chair to stand on and a very heavy stick.”
(via vulgarweed)
holy shit
karkat bigsby vantas
i believe my own truth.:
You. YOU are one of the problem fans that make other fandoms think we’re crazy/annoying/stupid. Stop it!!
what the actual fuck. it’s hilarious that anyone is that fucking stupid and delusional. xDD
Bitch please, The X-Files fandom coined the term “shipping” before you were even born.
Wasn’t it The TOS Star Trek fandom back in the 60s?
ST:TOS definitely originated the term slash. But I’m not so sure on shipping. The cutting down of words and verbifying them seems more of a 90s thing to me… But I could be wrong. And a cursory internets search does seem to attribute it to the old school X-Files alt.net user groups.
What the fuck is Homestuck?
