I was recently diagnosed with symptoms last week on Wednesday. I’ve been depressed almost everyday for the last five years. In those years I’ve been through alcohol and various substance abuse. Although I have been sober for the past 2 years and haven’t touched any drugs in the…
I couldn't find your definition of a game (I think you've mentioned it before). Is this a game or not? There are 9 dice, each with different pictures on each side. All are rolled and you make up a story involving all the pictures on the dice that came up, picking whichever one you like to start with. (Minimal) rules, a goal, an end point and I'd guess you get better over time. Not really any catch up feature though
So MaRo, where do you put the chances of an Egyptian-themed block these days? This question's been asked countless times, I know. But riddle me this: would you say it's more likely than a trip to Muraganda?
All right, Question Marks, if you only got one, which would you prefer:
“At the core of the Sun, nuclear fusion power produced is estimated at about 276.5 watts/m^3. Interestingly this power production is more equivalent to a reptile’s metabolic energy production than what we would think like a nuclear bomb.”—The Sun is white, not yellow
How to permanently exist beyond duplexity, antithesis, or trouble. This is not an easy concept, I know. Imagine being able to feel with all of your senses the relentless alien terror that is God and your place in it, which is everywhere and therefore nowhere, and realizing that it means the total dissolution of your individuality into boundless being. Imagine that and then still being able to say “I”. The “I” is the Tower.
““Well, —— me”, he said. “A ——ing wizard. I hate ——ing wizards!”
“You shouldn’t —— them, then”, muttered one of his henchmen, effortlessly pronouncing a row of dashes.”—Terry Pratchett, “Mort” (via steviecass)
Abercrombie and Fitch has decided that anyone over a size 10 jean isn’t sexy enough for their clothing line, and doesn’t want them shopping in their stores and sullying their clothes. They decided to only hire good looking people so that only good looking people will come into their store.
“It’s almost everything. That’s why we hire good-looking people in our stores. Because good-looking people attract other good-looking people, and we want to market to cool, good-looking people. We don’t market to anyone other than that,”
That is an actual quote from their CEO Mike Jeffries.
I know I don’t have a lot of followers but this is something that isn’t right. They’re excluding people from being able to buy their clothes and they make it seem like it isn’t okay for people to be slightly chubbier or bigger than the average “cool kid” to own their clothes. This is something that shouldn’t be allowed to happen.
I’ve seen tumblr do some amazing things, and this place would be even more amazing to me if we were somehow able to show the douchebag who runs this company that his elitist, skinny-people only attitude ISN’T okay, and that we won’t stand for it.
Another quote from the article by Jeffries:
“In every school there are the cool and popular kids, and then there are the not-so-cool kids. Candidly, we go after the cool kids. We go after the attractive all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A lot of people don’t belong [in our clothes], and they can’t belong. Are we exclusionary? Absolutely.”
And according to the source, Abercrombie & Fitch has no problem selling XL and XXL clothing to MEN. So this isn’t just body-shaming and dismissal of overweight people in general, but OVERWEIGHT WOMEN SPECIFICALLY, who are by Jeffries’ SUPREME judgment objectively incapable of being cool or attractive.
And the only way to be cool or attractive is to be included in some clothes line?
“An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates. St. Peter checks his dossier and says, “Ah, you’re in the wrong place.”
So, the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is let in. Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and building improvements. After a while, they’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and the engineer is a pretty popular guy.
One day, God calls Satan up on the telephone and says with a sneer, “So, how’s it going down there in hell?”
Satan replies, “Hey, things are going great. We’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there’s no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next.”
God replies, “What? You’ve got an engineer? That’s a mistake. He should never have gotten down there; send him up here.”
Satan says, “No way.” I like having an engineer on the staff, and I’m keeping him.”
God says, “Send him back up here or I’ll sue.”
Satan laughs uproariously and answers, “Yeah, right. And just where are you going to get a lawyer?”—reddit
“Oh god, I actually have a story for this…
I’m approximately 10 (the sad part), and I’m outside practicing agility with the family dog, an odd little Cocker Spaniel. She jumped this huge obstacle and I was super proud of her, so I went inside to tell my dad. She also happened to hate agility, and would use any excuse to run and hide somewhere and growl/snap at me if I tried to leash her again. So, wanting to continue our practice, I had to tie her up somewhere convenient real quick to go tell my dad what she’d done.
I spotted a nice full paint can by the door that was pretty heavy, and I figured, being a pretty small dog, she couldn’t move it very easily, because even I couldn’t.
I run in to tell my dad, and don’t even get to finish my sentence before I hear the most god-awful, gut-wrenching clashing and banging and splattering.
…Yeah. The people at the insurance company could barely hold in their laughter at “my daughter tied a paint can to our dog and now we need to replace the carpet, repaint the walls, and probably replace the furniture in half the house”.”—reddit.com