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Young enough to be all pissed off old enough to be jaded

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jumpingjacktrash:

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Notes from Management [ardentleprechaun]

So is Shane like the district manager’s son or what how the fuck hasn’t he been fired

Is there even really a Shane? I like this as an imaginary coworker that everyone rights snarky passive-aggressive notes to. “Shane, fix your nametag so it no longer says ‘Queen Bee.’”

management is just as bored as shane is, and secretly deeply amused by his antics, you can tell by the way the notes are phrased. :D

SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED

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roachpatrol:

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fredscience:

The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here
I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”
Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.
The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.
Read more at Scientific American, or the original study.

I finally learned why I completely space when I cross to the other side of the lab, and that I’m apparently not alone.

this is actually kind of great and it’s nice to know there’s something behind that constant spacing out whenever i enter a different place

FINALLY AN EXPLANATION

Hey guys I figured out why Carlos can’t remember where Night Vale is!

roachpatrol:

jetgreguar:

allrightcallmefred:

fredscience:

The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here

I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”

Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.

The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.

Read more at Scientific American, or the original study.

I finally learned why I completely space when I cross to the other side of the lab, and that I’m apparently not alone.

this is actually kind of great and it’s nice to know there’s something behind that constant spacing out whenever i enter a different place

FINALLY AN EXPLANATION

Hey guys I figured out why Carlos can’t remember where Night Vale is!

Filed under WTNV science and doors memory Old Oak Doors The human brain is WEIRD Carlos the Scientist science

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rockpapertheodore:

kaon4shi:

rockpapertheodore:

kaon4shi:

rockpapertheodore:

here’s me

reading creepypasta until the sun’s already risen

Heh, been there. Just looking behind you becomes the hardest thing ever.

2SPOOP with me it’s usually SCP or one of those lists of spooky Wikipedia entries though

I really like long conspiracy pastas like The Holders or the one I recently stumbled across, 200 Phenomena in the city of Calgary

they give subtle hints to grand cosmic schemes that conspire against us and it makes me so wonderfully unnerved when they’re really well written

and i gotta say, it’s never looking behind me that becomes an issue, it’s the mirrors and windows and dark spots in the room that suddenly occupy my mind with obsessive terror

Those sound really interesting! 200 Phenomena sounds just up my alley; I love stories about cities.

Looking behind myself becomes the thing I have to do to break the story’s spell, otherwise I’m stuck in my seat facing one direction, half-sure that something is waiting just outside the range of my vision.

http://runescape.salmoneus.net/forums/topic/283144-200-phenomena-in-the-city-of-calgary/

this is where i found them collected! they’re good and progressively get better it’s p gr8

Oh my god the Holders series is so fucking scary, I second this recommendation. It’s the kind of haunting, queasy worry kind of fear you can’t dismiss or forget about because as far as you know it’s happening somewhere… 

Sleep? WHO NEEDS THAT?!

Filed under Creepypasta oh goodie I really really really adore horror bookshelf

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jumpingjacktrash:

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queenkatiee:

He’s killin it.
Follow him. He’s great.

Give this man a cookie!

Hey let’s celebrate this white dude for saying literally the exact shame shit women have been saying since always!

Well, given how often men haven’t been saying them… yes, let’s!

isn’t seeing men say this too one of the goals of feminism? don’t complain about success, that’s silly.

Rape jokes don’t stop until EVERYONE CALLS THEM OUT. EVERY TIME.

So yes, he gets a cookies. EVERYONE WHO CALLS THEM OUT GETS A COOKIE. There are ENOUGH COOKIES FOR EVERYONE CALLING OUT THIS BEHAVIOR.

*aggresively hands out cookies*

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usedtobecakeisalieieat31415 asked: Neil, you've written a trans woman character in Sandman but the way the story develops makes it seem like you think trans women arent actual women. And well, considering what you said about your friend, im sure thats not the case. So... could you clarify things? (i hope this doesnt sound accusatory, thats not how i mean it)

neil-gaiman:

philsandifer:

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muchymozzarella:

monetizeyourcat:

neil-gaiman:

Why would you think that? I think the final page is absolutely clear on Wanda’s gender. And I hope the story is too.

Mostly, I found a lot of the stuff I was seeing in the late 80s from some feminist quarters really offensive, seeing them dismiss trans women as not real women, and decided that I wanted to put those attitudes into the story, which, from the title on, was about identity and how we create our own. So yes, there are god-like things in Sandman who do not see Wanda as a woman, just as Wanda’s family back in Kansas are not able not see her as a woman, but then, the narrative in Sandman is pretty clear that god-like things are just as likely to be screwed up, wrongheaded and mistaken as anyone else in the story. Wanda’s attitudes and responses to the Gods in the story are mine, although said much more pithily than I would have.

If I were writing it today, rather than in 1989, when there weren’t any Trans characters in comics, it would be a different story, I have no doubt. But that was the story I wrote in 1989. I got a fair amount of hate mail for putting a trans character in a mainstream comic, and I’m still proud of it, and of Wanda.

this is such a self-congratulatory retcon it disgusts me. when you write force majeure into your story and make it do value judgments, what in fuck’s name do you think people are going to take as the last word on a point of contention

also “there weren’t any trans characters in comics” maybe not the ones you and your boys’ club were writing you smug little shit

1. Neil Gaiman wrote more LGBTQIA characters into his 80s mainstream stories than most other writers do today. Mainstream.Keyword is mainstream. How many mainstream comics or media do you know today very actively portray transwomen as a major player in an arc or storyline? What about in the 80s? And when I say mainstream, I mean mainstream.

2. If you actually read the storyline, you’ll understand that Wanda remained Wanda even while the entire world was against her, the last insult being the name Alvin on her gravestone—promptly crossed out and replaced with Wanda by Barbie, who with the lipstick wrote the last word; the last word in writing being Wanda’s true name. 

3. Death, who was probably the most powerful being in existence and arguably the greatest of the Endless, knew completely and entirely who Wanda was—a woman. That was the final word, to trump all other words. Wanda was a woman, and no shitty gravestone marker, no intolerant families, and no evil cuckoos could say otherwise. 

That was my point of view too. Obviously, readers’ mileage varied and not everyone took that away from the story. But I think most people did. Or at least, I hope so.

Just to insert some additional facts into this, as someone reasonably knowledgeable of the texts in question.

1) The twenty-eight year friendship Gaiman referred to earlier in this discussion is almost certainly Roz Kaveney, a trans activist who is particularly outspoken critic of TERFs, as well as a prominent member of British sci-fi fandom who is thanked in the credits for the Game of You trade paperback, and who I can basically guarantee you without having seen an interview quote to this effect served as an advisor and consultant on the Wanda plot. This is not, of course, a magical inoculation against all problems, but it does at least provide reasonable evidence that Gaiman knew what issues he was coming into contact with.

2) The goddess that misgenders Wanda is a moon goddess. This is almost certainly intended as a reference to Dianic Wicca, a feminist pagan tradition that is also ideologically transphobic and an early example of what we now call TERFs. The case for this being intentional seems to me very strong, and I think anyone trying to argue that it was not Gaiman’s intent when writing Game of You would need active textual evidence against it - it would be shocking if, between Gaiman’s increasing connections to the neopagan community via fandom and his friendship with Kaveney he did not know about Dianic Wicca. 

3) While I quibble slightly with “the most powerful being in existence” mattering much in terms of the Endless, it remains the case that, on the whole, Death is the closest thing that Sandman has to a moral authority. The text is consistently deferential to her view, and she’s essentially the only character in the entire text where you’d really have to struggle to find a moment where she does something awful to anyone. The fact that the story goes out of its way to show Death acknowledging Wanda as a woman does, in fact, speak volumes. 

4) All of which said, the story absolutely does contribute to a larger cliche of the trans person as beautiful but doomed to die. There are of course defenses to be made of any individual text in this tendency. Indeed, they’re kind of inevitable - stories that are angry and about demonstrating something that is wrong with the world, particularly horror stories of that sort, are overwhelmingly likely to end with sympathetic people dying. Yes, there are way too damn many stories about trans people dying. But…

5) There weren’t nearly as many in 1991-92, when A Game of You came out. Dianic Wicca was younger then than A Game of You is now. Gaiman’s statement above that he would write the story differently now, I would suggest, almost certainly meant to indicate precisely that fact - that he recognizes that things that were progressive and major breakthroughs in 1991-92 would be considerably less progressive in 2014, and that he would aim to do something different today. 

Accordingly, I do not think that the critique of transphobia in A Game of You is particularly persuasive. It is an imperfect text, but a frankly bizarre choice of targets given its historical context.

I suspect part of the problem is that people don’t read Sandman in historic context. And mostly, they shouldn’t need to. 

It would have seemed ridiculous when I started writing it to think that that people would be reading it 25 years later as current fiction, rather than, if anyone read it,  as a curiosity that you could find in single issues in the quarter bins of comic book stores.

Would I write that story in that way now? Obviously not. But Wanda was one of my favourite characters in Sandman, and there were a lot of characters.

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jumpingjacktrash:

delicately-interconnected:

andiwarhol:

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It’s actually a pretty good example of people using identity politics to absolve themselves of complicity in oppressive systems.

a nicely obvious example, in fact, of what much of the tumblr otherkin thing is for:
tumblr hates cishets
you’re cishet
you’re a teenager and the need to fit in and be accepted feels like life or death
if you declare yourself gay or trans you might have to prove it somehow
solution: adopt an identity that cannot possibly be proven!
a lot of kids go for the vague ‘nonbinary’ (which is p insulting to people who are legitimately between or outside genders) but some of them go for ‘i’m not human at all i’m an animal/object/myth’ as their get-out-of-cishet-free card.
then they come up with some unique ‘pronouns’, and well-meaning sj’s go around beating on anyone who refuses to use those, because nuance is hard and pronouns are pronouns, right?
and that is how a bunch of teenagers, afraid someone will point and disapprove and go “die cishet scum” at them, not only created a toxic, self-perpetuating culture of denial, but roped naive do-gooders into attacking trans people for insisting that he/she/they are real pronouns and bunself is not.
i am not making this up. i’ve seen it happen at least twice this week. otherkin and their defenders trying to shout down trans advocates, demanding equal respect and protection alongside trans people, and linking ‘otherkin’ with ‘trans’ as if they’re the same thing over and over. as if ‘people refuse to call me starself’ and ‘highest levels of unemployment, homelessness, and suicide on the planet’ are equivalent levels of oppression.
and this, in conclusion, is why tumblr needs to stop villifying privileged demographics, refering to them as ‘the enemy’ and ‘the oppressor’ as if every man, woman, and child, no matter what their other circumstances, is perched atop a throne of skulls. if you have ever bitched about ‘cishets’ as a whole, this anti-trans juggernaut is YOUR monstrous offspring. YOU clean it up. >:[

To anyone who tries to equate this “otherkin” philosophy with the struggles of trans people:

You do not get to compare your frustrations to people who ACTUALLY GET ASSAULTED AND KILLED FOR USING THEIR PREFERRED IDENTIFYING PRONOUN:
KILLED. As in MURDERED.
Do. Not. Compare this to people being mean/rude/inconsiderate to you on the internet.
Until you tell me you CANNOT MOVE TO A CERTAIN PLACE because YOUR ASSAULT AND MURDER RATES SKYROCKET for identifying a certain way YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO ME.

jumpingjacktrash:

delicately-interconnected:

andiwarhol:

i

It’s actually a pretty good example of people using identity politics to absolve themselves of complicity in oppressive systems.

a nicely obvious example, in fact, of what much of the tumblr otherkin thing is for:

  1. tumblr hates cishets
  2. you’re cishet
  3. you’re a teenager and the need to fit in and be accepted feels like life or death
  4. if you declare yourself gay or trans you might have to prove it somehow

solution: adopt an identity that cannot possibly be proven!

a lot of kids go for the vague ‘nonbinary’ (which is p insulting to people who are legitimately between or outside genders) but some of them go for ‘i’m not human at all i’m an animal/object/myth’ as their get-out-of-cishet-free card.

then they come up with some unique ‘pronouns’, and well-meaning sj’s go around beating on anyone who refuses to use those, because nuance is hard and pronouns are pronouns, right?

and that is how a bunch of teenagers, afraid someone will point and disapprove and go “die cishet scum” at them, not only created a toxic, self-perpetuating culture of denial, but roped naive do-gooders into attacking trans people for insisting that he/she/they are real pronouns and bunself is not.

i am not making this up. i’ve seen it happen at least twice this week. otherkin and their defenders trying to shout down trans advocates, demanding equal respect and protection alongside trans people, and linking ‘otherkin’ with ‘trans’ as if they’re the same thing over and over. as if ‘people refuse to call me starself’ and ‘highest levels of unemployment, homelessness, and suicide on the planet’ are equivalent levels of oppression.

and this, in conclusion, is why tumblr needs to stop villifying privileged demographics, refering to them as ‘the enemy’ and ‘the oppressor’ as if every man, woman, and child, no matter what their other circumstances, is perched atop a throne of skulls. if you have ever bitched about ‘cishets’ as a whole, this anti-trans juggernaut is YOUR monstrous offspring. YOU clean it up. >:[

To anyone who tries to equate this “otherkin” philosophy with the struggles of trans people:

You do not get to compare your frustrations to people who ACTUALLY GET ASSAULTED AND KILLED FOR USING THEIR PREFERRED IDENTIFYING PRONOUN:

KILLED. As in MURDERED.

Do. Not. Compare this to people being mean/rude/inconsiderate to you on the internet.

Until you tell me you CANNOT MOVE TO A CERTAIN PLACE because YOUR ASSAULT AND MURDER RATES SKYROCKET for identifying a certain way YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO ME.

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jumpingjacktrash:

agent-003:

askamericatheheroyeah:

seriffluoride:

carrying—my—crosses:

doodlee-a:

GUYS, THIS IS IMPORTANT. I’ve been a lifeguard for four years, and I didn’t fully appreciate this until a little kid jumped into the shallow end of the lap pool. He wasn’t flailing. His eyes were wide in panic and h would try and push himself off the bottom, but the water was right over his head. It took me a couple seconds to register what had happened, and fortunately, another swimmer right beside the kid managed to grab him when he saw my reaction.

My mother and I run a water safety non-profit organization and this is one of the things we teach.In movies someone who is drowning always yells and screams and it’s very dramatic and obvious but in real life you really have to be paying attention


I was on holiday in Egypt when I was 14, and there was a 4-year-old Italian boy I had to save because no-one else even thought he was in trouble. Luckily, the water wasn’t too deep and only came up to my waist, but the kid was so small it covered his head. All he did was gasp for air and angle his head up, and tried kicking off the pool floor while reaching his hands up. I sat him on the edge of the pool in the shallow end and then his mother came over and thanked me.
I didn’t think much of it then, but I saved a life that day.
THIS COULD LITERALLY SAVE A LIFE.

this is so important for a lifeguard even as a bystander or parent/guardian/friend. 

when i was little, i lost my kickboard in the middle of the pool where it was too deep for me. i was a skinny little thing, and sank immediately. i wasn’t able to reach the surface for long enough to shout or thrash; even kicking off the bottom as hard as i could, i could only grab a tiny sip of air before i sank again. i kept pushing off the bottom and trying to grab my kickboard, but it squirted out of my grasp. eventually i managed to bounce my way to the edge of the pool and grab on, rescuing myself.
absolutely none of the lifeguards or instructors had noticed. no one noticed but my mom, who had kicked her shoes off and was in the process of taking off her jacket so she could dive in.

jumpingjacktrash:

agent-003:

askamericatheheroyeah:

seriffluoride:

carrying—my—crosses:

doodlee-a:

GUYS, THIS IS IMPORTANT. I’ve been a lifeguard for four years, and I didn’t fully appreciate this until a little kid jumped into the shallow end of the lap pool. He wasn’t flailing. His eyes were wide in panic and h would try and push himself off the bottom, but the water was right over his head. It took me a couple seconds to register what had happened, and fortunately, another swimmer right beside the kid managed to grab him when he saw my reaction.

My mother and I run a water safety non-profit organization and this is one of the things we teach.

In movies someone who is drowning always yells and screams and it’s very dramatic and obvious but in real life you really have to be paying attention

I was on holiday in Egypt when I was 14, and there was a 4-year-old Italian boy I had to save because no-one else even thought he was in trouble. Luckily, the water wasn’t too deep and only came up to my waist, but the kid was so small it covered his head. All he did was gasp for air and angle his head up, and tried kicking off the pool floor while reaching his hands up. I sat him on the edge of the pool in the shallow end and then his mother came over and thanked me.

I didn’t think much of it then, but I saved a life that day.

THIS COULD LITERALLY SAVE A LIFE.

this is so important for a lifeguard even as a bystander or parent/guardian/friend. 

when i was little, i lost my kickboard in the middle of the pool where it was too deep for me. i was a skinny little thing, and sank immediately. i wasn’t able to reach the surface for long enough to shout or thrash; even kicking off the bottom as hard as i could, i could only grab a tiny sip of air before i sank again. i kept pushing off the bottom and trying to grab my kickboard, but it squirted out of my grasp. eventually i managed to bounce my way to the edge of the pool and grab on, rescuing myself.

absolutely none of the lifeguards or instructors had noticed. no one noticed but my mom, who had kicked her shoes off and was in the process of taking off her jacket so she could dive in.

(Source: fuckyeahforensics)

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