i had a really fucking weird dream where homestuck was a musical. like. a Broadway musical. and i went to see it and all i really remember is that 1) the opening number was called “everybody dies” and 2) bro strider was inexplicably played by shia labeouf, who did an interpretive dance scene with a smuppet that lasted roughly seven minutes. it was uncomfortable for everyone involved
what do you mean “inexplicably” that’s exactly how it would go down
I’m pretty sure snoop dogg was aimless renegade? honestly it was an experience
like the stage was essentially four room in the beginning and every time John would get a notification on pesterChum the particular room of whoever was messaging him would light up and you could see Jade Dave or Rose. when the trolls did their thing (it was early on), you could just hear the disembodied yelling of Karkat. Rose had a dramatic monologue that ended with mom physically pulling her away from her empty suicide threat. bec was just some guy in a fursuit. shia laBro passionately ripped off his shirt before kicking dave’s ass. lil cal was played by Ellen Degeneres(?)
do you have a medium to talk to because the more you talk about this dream the more it sounds like you’re spirit channeling andrew hussie and i’m concerned
don’t get me started about the medium bro
also when the trolls were introduced the lusii were these freakish jim henson monstrosities but honestly the best part was the felt. like. the actual composition of music was beautiful, and the choreography for the dance numbers was sublime.
Dave also kept trying to sing but was continually interrupted by Bro Shia, terezi’s echoing ululations, and his own self doubt. once he finally had his moment his voice soared through the theater, only to come to an abrupt end as he was drowned in hot puppet ass.
now that I think about it, dadbert was definitely nic cage, which was confusing as fuck because John kept talking about how Greatly He Was Caged By Nic while his father stood by. it was uncomfortable
idk man, it’s been like a reoccurring lucid nightmare for the past week, but the sb&hj sequences were performed by acrobats above the actual stage, who looked dangerously inebriated and probably needed immediate hospitalization (they were also narrated by dave and a bunch of dissonant recordings of the cast? what the fuck man. what a visionary)
i honestly don’t know what to focus on here because i’m wheezing and snorting right now but
Dave also kept trying to sing but was continually interrupted by Bro Shia, terezi’s echoing ululations, and his own self doubt.
was dave … was dave’s self doubt an actual part in the play
shIT I thought I answered earlier but apparently not. yes, daves self conscious is just a shitty cardboard cutout of zac efron wearing sunglasses who offers sage advice like “no one loves you”. he’s voiced by zac efron.
yknow I forgot to note this but vriska has a lot of really aggressive musical numbers that make everyone visibly uncomfortable, mainly bc they’re unprovoked and don’t. make sense. like its canon but only to an extent.
also I’m p sure that mom and dad /almost/ share a heartfelt duet–like there’s soft piano music and they look into each other’s eyes–but then Jack noir, fursuit edition, kills them. on that note, when rose goes grimdark it sounds like the Dresden dolls met born this way era lady gaga and then murdered each other while a thirteen year old descends from the rafters, hissing like a motherfucking snake on a plane
btw “sICK FIRES” is a rap off with cello featuring the talents of yo yo ma himself
“#i’m tired” “#why do you keep reblogging this”
because it’s amazing
that’s objective but I’m just happy that people are enjoying this. like the tags are so nice and it feels pretty rad to know people are laughing at my hideous reoccurring nightmare musical extravaganza
FYI there is a track called “flight of the bifurcated asshole/rest in peixes” and y’all know EXACTLY what it’s about
“When you meet me don’t be ill at ease. It will help both of us if you remember these simple points of courtesy:
I’m an ordinary person, just blind. You don’t need to raise your voice or address me as if I were a child. Don’t ask my spouse what I want–“Cream in the coffee?”–ask me.
I may use a long white cane or a guide dog to walk independently; or I may ask to take your arm. Let me decide, and please don’t grab my arm; let me take yours. I’ll keep a half-step behind to anticipate curbs and steps.
I want to know who’s in the room with me. Speak when you enter. Introduce me to the others including children, and tell me if there’s a cat or dog.
The door to a room or cabinet or to a car that is left partially open is a hazard to me.
At dinner I will not have trouble with ordinary table skills.
Don’t avoid words like “see.” I use them too. I’m always glad to see you.
I don’t want pity, but don’t talk about the “wonderful compensations” of blindness. My sense of smell, taste, touch or hearing did not improve when I became blind, I rely on them more and, therefore, may get more information through those senses than you do–that’s all.
If I’m your houseguest, show me the bathroom, closet, dresser, window–the light switch too. I like to know whether the lights are on or off.
I’ll discuss blindness with you if you’re curious, but it’s an old story to me. I have as many other interests as you do.
Don’t think of me as just a blind person. I’m just a person who happens to be blind.
You don’t need to remember some “politically correct” term, “visually impaired”, “sight challenged” etc. Keep it simple and honest, just say blind.
In all 50 states the law requires drivers to yield the right of way when they see my extended white cane. Only the blind may carry white canes. You see more blind persons today walking alone, not because there are more of us, but because we have learned to make our own way.”
I never thought about it before, but this is a reason to hate the light switches where there’s two switches, and the light’s state will depend on both.
And yes, be aware that about 90% of the usage of “see” in English is metaphorical and people will understand this, in general.
“if somebody becomes panicked when you accuse them of lying theyre obviously not telling the truth” shut up ugly im a survivor who got punished for shit i never did all the time of fucking course im gonna panic when im blamed for something i didnt do
since this post is actually getting attention rn i really want to emphasize this-
many of the “tells” of lying are traits commonly found in abuse survivors and mentally ill/disabled people.
stuttering, averting eye contact, panicking, raising your volume, fidgeting, and other similar traits are actions performed commonly by these groups, especially in situations of heavy stress- such as being accused of doing something we didnt do, especially if we are afraid of being punished for doing nothing.
im honestly begging people to think critically when accusing somebody of lying for small traits like these.
Also I don’t know how common it is in autistic adults or if its just me but avoiding eye contact is supposed to be a tell. Or muttering or trailing off. But like??? I will personally just never look people in the eye. It makes me uncomfortable and there’s nothing about looking in a person’s eyes that really holds my attention. Like all this shit youre supposed to see in a person’s eyes I just don’t see. And I trail off and jump around in what I say and stutter and just my speech patterns are very sporadic and a lot of people will ask me if I’m lying if I change how I talk? But that’s really just me being strange. Don’t know if this happens to other people though
i experience this exact thing and its so frustrating when people say im lying because of it
There’s also a lot of cultures where it’s rude to look people in the eye. I’ve known a few students from Sudan that would avoid looking teachers in the eye and the teachers would always assume they were up to something and blame them on things they obviously had no part in. Just because someone avoids eye contact or anything else that seems rude or guilty to YOU doesn’t mean they are.
^^^^ this too!!
It’s also a CPTSD thing. If you were punished as a kid for “looking at people funny”, not appearing submissive enough, etc., submissively averting your eyes becomes a learned habit that’s hard to break. Especially when dealing with authority figures or otherwise under pressure.
As an undiagnosed dyslexic in school, I can attest that authority figures terrify me because it didn’t matter how much I tried to do what was asked of me, I always tripped up in some way.
I scored perfectly on a text once, and was marked down 20% for poor handwriting.
There was always a sword of Damocles hanging over my head just waiting to fall, and that mindset hasn’t changed today. Whenever dealing with authority figures I’m always waiting for that sword that I can’t see, to fall.
When I pass a speed camera, I’d like to go 5 miles under the limit because what if the speedometer is wrong? It should be correct but experience has taught me that “should be” means shit. But going that slowly pisses drivers behind me off, so the balance I strike upsetting the police and upsetting other drivers is to do 2.5 miles under the speed limit.
and those ‘lie tests’ never take into account that habitual liars are good at lying. you can learn how to sound sincere and convincing: you answer things in a calm, confident tone while looking straight at your questioner, or maybe you sound just a bit surprised, like you don’t know why you’re being questioned about such a silly thing. or you sound careless. or you sound interested in helping someone figure out the truth, and helpfully suggest that someone else should get in trouble. if you need more time to think up a lie, you just casually ask them to help you jog your memory. you can get questioners to help you craft your lie, and they’ll be even more convinced because they know the parts they contributed are true. there’s a ton of ways to get away with lying.
people who freak out, stammer, avoid eyecontact, could be scared and guilty for a ton of reasons. but it’s almost definitely not because they’re liars. liars are smooth.
A lot of the advice I got about learning to enforce my boundaries was framed as an adversarial thing. Like, ‘yes, it might upset and disappoint the people around you, but you have to learn to tell them ‘no’ anyway.’ At best, ‘good people will still like you if you enforce your boundaries’.
What I wish I’d been told is that good people will think it’s awesome that you enforce your boundaries, that there are people who will respect the hell out of you for it, that there are people who will admire you not despite you telling them no, but because of it. That most people don’t want to make you do something you don’t enjoy,and so they’ll actively be happier and more relaxed around you if they know they can trust you to decline to do things you don’t enjoy and to ask them to stop things that bother you.
It helped me a lot, personally, to stop thinking of ‘enforcing my boundaries’ as something I did for me and more as something I did to empower the people I was close with, to build a situation where they and I felt sure everything that was going on was something we all wanted.
Most advice isn’t good for everyone and this advice seems maybe bad for people in abusive situations, because sometimes you do need to learn to enforce boundaries against people who will try to violate them. But if there are other brains like me out there: your partner will be really happy you can say no to them. your friend will be really happy you change the subject when you hate it. your roommate will really appreciate that you tell them to turn down the music. most people will feel safer and more comfortable around you if they know you’ll reliably express your needs, AND they’ll feel better about voicing theirs.
Tru fax.
I had a friend tell me that they really admired me for going “hey, I love you guys, but I need to go sit in a room by myself and read for an hour”. So yes, don’t be afraid of setting your boundaries!
And for people like me, who are very very VERY bad with things like unspoken clues to the fact that someone wants me to do/not do something or whatever? It is such a relief not to have to be constantly worried that I’ll do something that will make them not want to hang out with me anymore.
I’ve lost friends because they never tried to enforce their boundaries and as a result I had no idea I was trampling right over them until they got to a point where they couldn’t handle it anymore, and it is an AWFUL SHITTY FEELING knowing you’ve done that to someone.
Please please please enforce your boundaries with me. I promise I will love you for it.
This is so, so, SO important, people.
I am both bad at enforcing my boundaries and constantly scared of stomping over other peoples. It makes me feel safer if I know you can say No to me. I don’t know why it never occurred to me that others would feel safer if they knew I could say No as well.
i CONSTANTLY present suggestions to new friends as ‘you can say yes or no, it’s fine’ until i’m sure they’re the kind of person who isn’t scared to say no. only then i can relax around them and know i’m not gonna mess them up on accident! let your friends know how to take care of you, they’ll appreciate it.
another way to think of it is making yourself more trustworthy – i sometimes find it hard to trust what people say until they demonstrate they won’t lie and say they’re okay with something when they’re not
The older I get, the more I think about
the early years of Tom Riddle aka. Voldemort. Now that I’m in my mid-twenties,
I find it hard to believe that an eleven-year-old child could be irredeemably
evil. I know that children can be cruel or callous, and they are capable of
causing other children harm, even severe, irreparable harm. But writing a
pre-teen off as evil, instead of giving him the adequate resources to learn how
not to be evil, that is just irresponsible, and I don’t know if this is an
in-story mistake on Dumbledore’s part, or a writing mistake on JKR’s part.
Anyway, little Tom Riddle was fucked up
and amoral but not necessarily evil, and he became evil in his teenage years,
during his Hogwarts education. He opened the Chamber of Secrets and committed
his first murder at the age of sixteen. (When I read the book at the age of
nine, he seemed like a grown-up, now he strikes me as incredibly young.)
I was thinking about things that could
have turned him back around, that could have shown him another path, taught him
the value of ‘house-elves and children’s tales, love, loyalty and innocence.’
And an image came to me, an image so sharp and beautiful that I know for
certain that I will never be able to do it justice.
All that it would take is a minor
coincidence, a small flaw in the plan: he tries to frame Hagrid for opening the
chamber, but he waits too long, and Hagrid has already gotten rid of Aragog,
smuggled him safely into the forest. So Tom improvises: he lures Hagrid down to
the chamber with rumours of a magnificent beast, and plans to leave him there
to be stared to death. He’s already forged a sheaf of stupid notes with the stupid
oaf’s stupid handwriting that will tell everyone that Hagrid was the one
terrorising the school until he lost control of the basilisk. (Of course this
change of plans means that the chamber will be discovered and there’s a good
chance the serpent will be killed. A pity, but not a catastrophe: he loses a
useful stronghold and a weapon, but the serpent might kill some people before
it’s brought down, and the discovery of the Chamber will strike fear into the
hearts of the Mudbloods. Not a bad outcome.)
So he leaves the chamber, drops a few
hints to the overgrown idiot, (pretending to befriend him was pathetically
easy), and follows Hagrid down the chute with a few minutes of delay.
He expects to find a dead body and a
bored basilisk. What he finds instead is this: the basilisk rearing up to the
height of fifteen feet, with the oaf standing right in front of him, not
running, not moving, with both his arms held up. His eyes are shut tight – he
must be smarter than Riddle thought he was – and he’s talking. It’s not
Parseltongue, it’s just plain English with a thick Yorkshire accent, saying
things like ‘look at you, little darling, what a wonder you are, what a beauty,
won’t you come down here, sweetheart’? The basilisk coils and shifts, it sways
its head from side to side, then bends its enormous head downwards. Riddle is
certain that it is going to strike, that it will sink its venomous fangs into
that stupid, trusting oaf. But the basilisk bends down, bends even lower, and
butts its nose into Hagrid’s hands. The oaf keeps talking, murmurs ‘that’s right,
sweetheart, you’re a good girl’ as his oversized hands pat the scaly snout, the
huffing nostrils… the closed eyelids. Hagrid opens his eyes, and gets to look
the basilisk directly in the face before it swings around, slithers away and
coils up in the other corner of the chamber.
Hagrid laughs, too loud, too high, a
little hysterical, and by now Riddle sees that he’s shaking, his legs are so
unsteady that he can hardly stand. Glancing around, he spots Riddle, hiding too
carelessly in the doorway, and beckons him over.
‘You were right.’ He says breathlessly.
‘This place is amazing!’
And that is the moment Riddle realises
there are lots of powerful things in the world he did not yet know about. If he
wants power, real power, he needs to learn more, and it starts with this boy,
this oversized, shabbily dressed boy with his stupid snakecharmer’s grin.
#i was an evil motherfucker at eleven#a lot of us were#you outgrow it#unless you get locked into it#hogwarts locked tom into it#but that’s the human tragedy#personally i think it’s good writing#because it’s depicting something that really happens to people#albeit with less basilisks usually
in america this is the school-to-prison pipeline basically
The problem with writing a quick post that you don’t intend to go far and didn’t want to super-over-explain things in, is that once it starts getting several thousand reblogs then people start adding their own replies on it and some of them are great, and some of them are real super snotty and rude. Sometimes you even get an anon or two in your inbox.
So, yes, I could have done a better job of explaining what the acceptable ads on AdBlock plus are, and I probably should have linked a news article so people had an easy way to research it on their own. The post wasn’t meant to be an in-depth analysis of the benefits of the Acceptable Ads program. I realize that that’s how many websites get their revenue, and I think it sucks that we can’t trust advertisers to be responsible. The purpose of the post was a quick primer on how for my followers to protect themselves quickly and easily. I post things like this on occasion.
I understand what the point of “Acceptable Ads” is, but the thing is, I’m still not going to put my computer’s security at risk in HOPE that AdBlock Plus does its job correctly 100% of the time and malware code doesn’t get injected. Vulnerabilities still happen. If people who look for ways to get around security features find a vulnerability, they’re going to exploit it. There’s no way to be 100% safe from Malware / Spyware / Virisus, but I’m sure as hell going to do whatever I can to keep myself safe.
I say that as a person who runs a website which displays ads from Google Analytics. I don’t depend on it to keep afloat or anything – at this point I might make about $100 a year of profit after costs of keeping the thing going – but I definitely do understand the conundrum. And I’m sympathetic.
I still pay for cable, I pay for Netflix, and Amazon Prime, I donate to my favorite podcast network and try not to skip through ads on the ones that have ‘em. I subscribe the MMOs rather than do Free to Play. If I enjoy a “Free” app I’ll upgrade to the premium version or throw a couple of bucks to the developer to get that starter pack.
I get that things cost money. I support what I can when I can.
I would love it if there was a way to make a small donation to sites that I heavily use to keep it ad-free. I’d love it if I could pay a dime to the Washington Post to read their article anytime I saw something interesting, or a day-pass for a buck. If Tumblr gave me the option to give them like, five bucks a month and I wouldn’t need to block ads, I’d happily do it. Give me the option to fairly pay a reasonable amount and don’t exploit it, and I’ll do it. There are several websites I frequent that give this option that I do support.
If that plan’s not feasible, still, give me a way to help contribute to your revenue without risk and annoyance, and I’m in.
But I’m not willing to put my time and my data at risk in the hopes that your ads don’t contain malware. As an IT person who would be the one having to wipe and rebuild any computers here that got hit by Cyptowall or other malware, I’m not willing to put my company’s time and data on the line. I’m going to do everything I can to stay safe, and even if no one is ever 100% safe, 99% is still better than 98%.
THIS. This is a follow up straight from the OP. It’s a matter of opinion at this point whether you trust AdBlock or not to do the right thing, but THIS is what it’s all about.
Though their original post is still wrong about ‘AdBlock will let advertisers pay them to show their ads’ (I’ve seen nothing to back this statement up, ergo, I’m inclined to believe it’s false.) this follow up explains what it is about.
I personally trust in AdBlock and won’t uninstall their extension over this matter. I don’t see it as 99% safe vs 98% safe, I see it as 99% safe vs a different way of 99% safe. And if you’re doing it ‘cause they sold you out’, you’re doing it over a mistake.
Thanks OP for putting this follow up post out!
I’d happily pay for a way to get my favorite websites to get rid of ads too, especially the annoying ones. But I mean, if letting them put a small text ad off to one side of my screen helps them keep it up then it isn’t a super big deal for me.
And if you are the type of person to click on every ad or link you see anyway, a adblocker isn’t going to help you over much. Practice basic internet safety and it’s hardly a problem.
MSN, bbc.com, the New York Times, AOL and Newsweek. The links inside that blog post explain in more detail.
These aren’t ads you click on. These are ads that did a pop-under and installed the exploit kit from viewing the ads. On sites that hundreds of thousands of people view every day. This is just one example of many showing how you aren’t safe by just “practicing basic internet safety.”
Yes, the exploit was found and mostly nullified fairly quickly, but personally, I’d rather not be one of the thousands of people who had to report the issue because I got hit with it.
Make browsing the Security section of Bleeping Computer a habit. You can see that every day, new exploits are being found. New strains of Ransomware (Cryptowall / Cryptolocker etc.) and other malware are being released, getting around the protections that your anti-malware put in place, getting around the newest patch vulnerabilities, finding new ways to infect your computer. Computer security is mostly reactive, not proactive. And what is proactive usually quickly gets reacted to.
Yes, definitely you’re way more protected by browsing safely and not clicking on things, and by not going to suspicious websites and just plain common sense, but it honestly doesn’t make you completely safe. And again, as someone who deals with the laptops when things go wrong at work, I’m going to do everything I can to protect my users. Since we made everyone switch to uBlock Origin and install Flash Control, combined with our Enterprise-strength virus/malware protection, and overly-stringent email spam filtering, we’ve had 0 incidents of malware infections in a year and a half.
If you’re unfamiliar with Ransomware, I put up a basic guide here, and Bleeping Computer has a good FAQ here, though it’s about 2 years out of date now.
im really looking forward to the new vampire chronicles making anne rice popular again, because then i will get to watch her try to pull the same fucked up authoritarian bullshit she’s always pulled with her fandom, only this time she is going to get torn to pieces by a generation of teenage fans used to holding their content creators accountable for every single sin ever invented, and i will be there with popcorn and a big grin
The garden spiral is like a snail shell, with stone spiraling upward to create multiple micro-climates and a cornucopia of flavors on a small footprint. Spirals can come in any size to fit any space, from an urban courtyard to an entire yard. You don’t even need a patch of ground, as they can be built on top of patios, pavement, and rooftops. You can spiral over an old stump or on top of poor soil. By building up vertically, you create more growing space, make watering easy, and lessen the need to bend over while harvesting. To boot, spirals add instant architecture and year-round beauty to your landscape: the perfect garden focal point.
One of the beauties of an herb spiral is that you are creating multiple microclimates in a small space. The combination of stones, shape, and vertical structure offers a variety of planting niches for a diversity of plants. The stones also serve as a thermal mass, minimizing temperature swings and extending the growing seasons. Whatever you grow in your spiral, it will pump out a great harvest for the small space it occupies. I’ve grown monstrous cucumbers in my large garden spiral, with one plant producing over 30 prize-size fruits. The spiral is a food-producing superstar!
Stacked stones create perennial habitat for beneficial critters, such as lizards and spiders that help balance pest populations in the garden. The stone network is a year-round safe haven for beneficial insects and other crawlies that work constantly to keep your garden in balance—and you in the hammock. A little design for them up-front pays big, tasty dividends later.
for those of you who are sad here is a short but great list of amazing preds moments this post season
1. Preds sweeping blackhawks
2. Colton’s hattrick Game 6 of round 3
3. Joey and Kevin pumping up the crowd
4. Preds are Western Conference Champs
5. all the catfish
6. Pekka Rinne’s amazing save!
It frustrates and fascinates me that we’ll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we’ll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.
just moving along like everyone else 