Okay, so I’ve gotten multiple messages this week alone asking me to signal boost a fundraiser, all from people I have never once spoken to before. So let me make this very fucking clear- I am a person, not a fucking notice board. I reblog fundraisers from people I know and trust, and even then, I do so very rarely. This is my personal blog, I am here to have fun, and I do not want random people trying to use me to get eyes on their shit. If I don’t know you, it is not fucking happening, do NOT ask me to reblog your fundraiser. I will block you and report you for spam, and I will do so while absolutely judging your goddamn manners, since clearly you don’t have any.
If you need eyes on your fundraiser, please go over to @copperbadge’s Radio Free Monday form, fill it out, and stop dropping random messages in people’s inboxes.
There’s an interesting dichotomy happening on Secret Life. A bunch of players are going solo (willingly, for the first time since season 1) and people on small teams are frequently going out on their own. They can’t get a trusted teammate to help with their task. Keeping a secret to themselves can be isolating. It’s surprising lonely.
But at the same time, the tasks force players to be social (unless you’re BigB, delightful enigma he is). People act sus of course, but it’s no secret that everyone has a secret. They’re all still friends so far, so they’re helping each other. Everyone is just trying to get their tasks done, so you can indulge some silliness- to the point that Jimmy and Lizzie failed their tasks due to everyone being so accommodating!
And I’ve never seen the whole group get together so frequently. In all the previous seasons, the only times I can think of that brought almost the whole server together were the wither fight in Last Life, the warden on the surface in Double Life, and the Bdubs vs. Skizz grudge match in Limited Life- all with some inherent violence or danger. The trapdoor party in Pearl’s house this session was harmless and pointless and hilarious, just everyone being silly together. And every session ends with everyone gathering around the secret keeper to explain their strange actions and mock the failures. It’s more of a community than I’ve seen in any other season.
The secrets were meant to push them away from each other. But I think they’re actually bringing them together.
wish it was easier to tell the difference between ‘pain that will get better if you use the body part’ and ‘pain that will get worse if you use the body part’ and ‘pain that is indifferent to you using the body part’ tbqh
It’s going to vary a lot from person to person, but as a rule of thumb:
If it feels tight/locked up/achy it needs to move, but be aware that it almost certainly needs to move slowly and gently until the pain begins to ease
If it feels sharp/hot/tender and/or gets worse with pressure/weight, it needs to rest. Massage, heat, or ice may help.
If you move the body part and feel grinding/clicking that’s new or worse than usual it needs to rest or possibly to get a brace on it
Electrical pain or pain that comes with numbness and tingling is probably nerve pain, and nerve pain cares not what you do with your body but it might care what position it’s in, so it’s less about using the body part and more about how you’re using the body part.
You can have multiple things going on which get worse or better with different things, and the best thing to do here is vary what you’re doing. Lying in bed like a slug is what you’re going to want to do. But you’ll feel better if you get up and move around for just a few minutes before going back to resting.
Reading about how intersex athletes have been treated is so fucking horrible. The countless lies and human rights violations. The discrimination and how it’s ruined the lives of so many people is so awful. There has been no apologies from any athletics comptetions or organizations. They have blood on their hands. Just a tw for intersexism and mental health issues and suicide in the next paragraph because it can get pretty heavy.
Annet Negesa, who was a middle distance runner. She was suddenly barred from competing due to her hormones. No one told her why. She was then told she needed to take medication to lower her testosterone, then what she was told was switched. She was lied to about a surgery that she was told was like an injection and would let her compete again. She woke up with scars and had had a gonadectomy. That violation of basic human rights and medical ethics combined with inadequate postsurgical care basically ended her career. She deserves justice. She deserves apologies from the Olympics and everyone single doctor who was involved in it, and compensation and the promise that it should never have happened and will never happen again. She. Needs. Justice.
Pratima Gaonkar needs justice. She was a rising track and field star. After forced sex verificatiom she killed herself. The way media and news treated her after her death was disgusting. She deserves and needs justice. Her family deserves justice.
Santhi Soundarajan had her medals stripped and was treated as an outcast after forced sex verification showed she had androgen insensitivity syndrome. She was treated as an outcast, her gender was mocked. She’s spoken out about how much discrimination she’s faced, and how badly she’s been treated. She now works as a coach, but was barred from competing. She deserves justice.
Caster Semenya deserves justice. Francine Niyonsaba deserves justice. Margaret Wambui deserves justice. Barbra Banda deserves justice. Beatrice Masilingi and Christine Mboma deserve justice.
The racism and intersexism and horrible human rights violations and medical abuse these women have faced for the supposed crime of being intersex and good at a sport is horrible. They deserve justice, but the organizations that perpetuate these atrocities don’t seem to care. It’s so fucking horrible.
Hey. HEY. Everyone listen up.
There is a common thread besides intersexism here, too. They are all people of colour. Take note.
I’ve been working on anatomy practice in my sketchbook, so I’ve been reading some basic tutorials to brush up on the stuff I’m rusty on. I cannot stop thinking about the shitty tutorial I found about “men’s vs women’s proportions” that included an example where the artist drew “a man with a woman’s proportions” and “a woman with a man’s proportions” just to show how “wrong” it looked.
Reader, the drawings looked almost exactly like myself and my husband. And boy did that feel shitty.
I am begging other artists to move past this “men and women have fundamentally different anatomy” shit, because it’s not fucking true. Trans and intersex people exist. Natural variation in humans exist. We are not sexually dimorphic on the level that you fuckers seem to think.
so some news about AI. It seems Discord is apparently just. going to unconsentually add Clyde AI to servers in a slow roll out. The way they are doing this is rather than how we initially suspected he would show up as an option via the integrations tab on server settings, it appears that he is apparently being added into servers as a user who is part of the server that the admin would have to manually kick. He cannot be banned, but we can kick him repeatedly. The issue is it’s unclear if there will be a greeting message for when Clyde arrives into servers and he will attempt to infiltrate again and again. Small servers this is easy to spot, big servers this is an obvious issue of sifting through who is in your server.
if you see this man in your server kill him
Important to note this has only been seen so far in a friend server and I have only seen it in one server so far. Community servers might be different it is simply something we do not know yet.
Here is an article from Discord about this thag updated about an hour ago
Aside from that I was able to go into permissions and make it so nobody in my server could interact with Clyde. I still do not know what information Clyde and by extension OpenAI has from what it might have taken from my server to “make Clyde better” there was no warning and no message despite how discord had pitched this. It says in this article that it will notify users but Discord did not do that at all.
Fuck AI
Another update! You can only kick Clyde in mobile if you are a server mod and you have to go through server settings and then members and click on clyde and then block!
If you want to let Discord know how bad this is, go to their feedback page and post a topic.
The workaround for banning the bot doesn’t work anymore, but thanks to a reddit user, banning it via number ID DOES work, and I tested it myself to be sure!
Maybe it’s just me getting old (I was born with glass bones and paper skin etc. etc. etc.) or maybe it’s a shift in the culture that I’m not old enough to appreciate - I wasn’t around for Usenet fandom groups, after all - but more and more I find myself stepping back from the type of emotional engagement that fandom prioritizes, i.e. emotional engagement that says not, “this story is about things that I connect with,” but “this story is FOR ME, with all the obligations and ownership that entails.” I was actually thinking about this as well when a tweet about Taylor Swift, of all things, came across my twitter home page - apparently she said something about people sexualizing her relationships with her female friends, and the tinhatters are wailing and rending their garments, and someone pointed out that the “I am gay and identify with her music, so she must also be gay, and if she’s not then the music is a LIE” mindset really speaks to the idea that if something is not made for you personally, you cannot find meaning in it - that stories must be for you, specifically and intentionally, or they have no value. It’s a distressing trend! Because the thing is, if we view stories as mirrors, windows, and sliding glass doors, then that means we read them knowing that they are not About Us, and we can still feel strong emotions about them. The idea of media diversity seems to have warped beyond recognition, so that instead of “everyone should see themselves,” the demand has become “existing stories must change in accordance with my own feelings, so that I can continue to identify with it."
(Can I blame franchise filmmaking for this? I feel like I can.)
Now this isn’t particularly new - "my slash ship needs to become canon for representation, it doesn’t COUNT if it’s not my ship” has certainly been around for as long as I have - but I do feel like the breaking down of barriers between fans and creators has encouraged this sense of entitlement, so that if you feel betrayed by a story that didn’t play out the way you wanted it to, you can go and scream at the creator on twitter. And the thing I think a lot of people are losing sight of is that the person writing the story has no control over how you receive it; our brains are weird, and they will latch onto things that were never intended to be major components of the overall narrative. I get this! I have blorbo’d many a minor character in my time! But the problem with “this story must be For Me” thinking is that, if you get attached to a minor character, you convince yourself that the story must be their story, because you identify with them and by transitive property they must be the main character, and if this is not how things play out, you have been personally betrayed.
This does not lead to a lot of happy outcomes.
I don’t know, you guys. Since the OFMD finale aired, I have seen some WILD takes, including that one of the main characters should have died in place of the supporting character who did die (that was never going to happen! Of course it was never going to happen! This is what I mean when I say people lose sight of how stories work, when they convince themselves that their faves must be the most important in defiance of everything about how the story is structured!) and that the creator is sending negative messages to depressed/suicidal people, which is just … you cannot hold a writer responsible for your mental health like that. I’m sorry, but you can’t. David Jenkins seems like a nice guy, but it is not his job to be the therapist of god knows how many viewers because he created a TV show. And it just feels to me like an extension of toxic self-care rhetoric: this makes me feel good, so it must continue, and if something makes me feel bad, then IT is bad.“ And maybe I am just old man yelling at cloud, but I find it dispiriting that emotional reactions have replaced actual engagement with narrative storytelling - that we’ve grown so self-centered, we cannot see outside our own lens to what a storyteller is actually trying to tell us. And of course death of the author is a thing, but at some point, attempts to usurp the author will never be successful because … you still are not the one telling the story. Maybe just stick with fanfiction if you feel that strongly about it, idk.
Frodo: Sam hates Gollum, but that is what I shall become once I have lost myself to the ring… he’ll despise me…
Sam if Frodo did turn into a Gollum: That’s a very nice fish you caught with your bare hands, Mr. Frodo, and its very smart of you to eat it raw, saves us the trouble of starting a fire. I knitted you a sweater in case you get cold running around in that loincloth of yours. Is the sun hurting your eyes? I’ll kill it if it’s bothering you. I’ll kill the sun
And they look out so hard for the well being of the spiders AND the dolphins
@moss-wizard of course this isn’t how we serve it!!
It has to be in a dish with much higher sides, so when we go to cut it and it tries to sliiiiiide away it doesn’t escape and blorp blorp blorp across mom’s nice tablecloth
SLICE YOUR CANNED BOGBERRY GOO INTO DISCS BEFORE SERVING, YOU FILTHY HERETICS.
NO. IT WILL BE SERVED IN PROPER CAN SHAPE, AND WILL HAVE ITSELF SCOOPED INTO WEIRD SHAPES THE WAY THE GODS INTENDED
YOU STAY OUTTA THIS, GOD-QUEEN-EMPEROR. AND TAKE YOUR CERVID STALKERS WITH YOU.
It’s supposed to be served in can shape with two discs already sliced and laying tastefully in front
I have consulted the scriptures and this is variation is still within the bounds of orthodoxy.
Mash the can shape up. We giving the table what they want, chaos in a dish, with a serving spoon.
Not to derail the escalating heresy, but what do dolphins have to do with cranberry bogs?
cranberry is served in its can shape in the can direction, not on its side but on its cylinder
Right but you guys know that ocean spray also sells like. Cranberries. Which you can use to make an actually edible cranberry sauce on the stovetop in 10 minutes of unattended cook time
actual cranberries? ew no thank you. The unprocessed chunky stuff is GROSS.
Look, in my house, we mix it with whipped cream and freeze it in a graham cracker crust for dessert!
Behold, my grandmother’s recipe for Cranberry Surprise:
For the crust, combine 2/3 cup crushed ginger snap crumbs (put them in a large plastic bag and crumble with a rolling pin, or a mug if you don’t have one) with 2 T. of sugar. Press into a 9" pie plate.
For the filling, pour a half-pint of regular whipping cream into a bowl, and beat until stiff. Mix in 2 T. of sugar and ½ tsp. of almond extract.
In another bowl, take a 14 oz. CHILLED can of jellied cranberry sauce and mash it with a potato masher if you’ve got one, or a fork if you don’t. (My mom bought me a potato masher specifically so I could make this dessert at holidays without having to borrow hers.)
Once the log is goo, fold the cranberry sauce into the whipped cream mix. Yes, it’s supposed to be THAT pink.
Pour the pink cream-and-cranberry mix into the crust and freeze for at least 24 hours. Cut and serve immediately upon removal from freezer.
American Horror Food is one of my favorite tumblr post types.
(I make it from real cranberries but if I decide to go with Goo Log, I mash it like the unorthodox godkiller that I am.)
I can only add that I worked in a deep freeze warehouse for a little bit when I was younger. The cranberries would come in loose around Halloween. This big machine would clean, sort, and dump them into 1000 lb wooden bins that would be forklifted and stacked to freeze in the warehouse.
One time, somebody lost control of a bin and broke it open. I would like you to picture a dozen warehouse workers slip sliding around on frozen cranberry ball bearings for hours, trying to clean them up, while you play Yakety Sax in your head. It was a nightmare.
Doesn’t everyone have a special cranberry-from-the-can serving plate and slice-cutting tool! What, are you all just living live Neanderthals?!?!
Oh my ZOD I love that
my brother is a culinary artist. one year he made some amazing cranberry sauce that nobody touched. the next year he made the same sauce, added a thickener, and set it in a ribbed can (he reused a pumpkin can iirc), and it was a hit.
we like the vague can-shaped fruit gelatin. i personally like it even more when it’s home-made.
Ah, in my house we serve this standing up on a plate, and we call it Invisible Can. It is not a holiday dinner without Invisible Can.
Hello international friends, I am delighted to report all of the above is real :)
Not to come in with a steel chair here, but the ideal pairing for cranberry sauce in all forms, and the meat we *should* be serving at Thanksgiving, rather than easy-to-improperly cook turkey that tastes like napkins, is Lamb.
Took my tiny child with me to the Halloween store. Walked in and immediately realized it would be a terrible mistake.
They had those jumpscare machine things everywhere, lots of spooky noise machines, scary looking animatronic things, crazy decorations, just the whole 9 yards and then some. I immediately went to turn around and leave when I heard a noise coming from my arms.
My one year old child who gets scared if we cough…. was laughing.
She makes this precious “eee!” sound and starts vibrating when she sees something she really likes, usually an animal or a balloon, and she points right at the big zombie thing by the door and does that. I carry her in past a huge 10 ft tall Pennywise inflatable, and she smacks me to tell me to stop so she can look. She ponders him for a moment, and his glowing light-up eyes, then points at his hand and shouts “BEEM!” Which is her word for “balloon.” She made us stand there under Pennywise for at least 3 minutes, which is a really long time for a one-year-old.
Then, she begs to get down, so I let her loose and she just books it all over the store. Finds the creepy demonic looking babies and shouts “BABY!” then gets this confused look on her face and tries to wipe the “dirt” off their faces. Decides it’s not worth it, goes and picks up a severed hand decoration, hands it to me and says “hand.” Yes, my dear, it is a hand. And yes, that severed foot has “toes,” you’re very right.
Finds the wigs, runs down the aisle shouting “hair! hair!” and grabbing her own sparse little headfuzz so hard I think she’s going to rip it all out. Then she found the speaker in the wall that was blaring Monster Mash and she demanded I pick her up so we could “DANSSSE”. But she got distracted by the big spider decorations, which she christened as dogs by running toward them and barking.
She ran up and down the aisles of costumes touching the fabric and making her little “tss tss tss” giggle that she does when she’s having Much Too Good a Time. Every so often she’d stop, look back to make sure I was there, and point at something and vibrate with her aggressive “EEEE!”
A man turned a corner wearing one of the creepy latex masks. He immediately started apologizing to me, saying “I’m so sorry, I’m looking for my friend, I don’t want to scare her.” Meanwhile my child is standing there looking up at him with the most confused look on her face. Not scared, just confused, like he is so dumb and she can’t figure out why he would want to make that stupid face for so long. But he rounds another corner all hunched over, she flaps her arms and sighs, and takes off to go scream at the creepy lawn decorations.
When it was time to go, nothing could convince her to come to me willingly, so I had to promise her one last look at the balloon man while I picked her up against her will. Pennywise placated her, and we left the store with a smile on her chubby little cheeks. She demanded we wait and watch the big inflatable-flailing-arm-tube-man out front, the one that was bright orange and had a jack-o-lantern face, and she bounced and wiggled and danced in my arms despite its fan being louder than the loud motorcycles that scare her on our walks. She waved bye-bye to it as we left for the car.
Basically, that was the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life, and it’s so crazy how so many things are culturally taught and kids are just… immune to that. All she saw was bright colors and things she recognized and could name, in a place she could explore and touch. She has no concept of clowns being scary or zombies being A Thing or what constitutes “creepy” and “spooky” and “gross.” To her, a severed arm with gore hanging out the end doesn’t represent pain or violence, it’s just “arm,” and it’s got some weird stuff on the end that’s funny colors. They’re just things, there’s no context for it.
The world is weird and beautiful and it’s so cool to see it through the eyes of someone who is so New to this planet and hasn’t been influenced by society and culture yet.
Halloween aired for BTVS season 2, episode 6. This was the first appearance of two minor characters. Ethan Rayne (left) is a local costume shop owner. Larry Blaisdell (right) is a football player at Sunnydale High. Ethan is played by Robin Sachs and is in four episodes total. Larry Blaisdell is played by Larry Bagby and is in five episodes total.
