Like we keep having the “are overly sexualized portrayals of women in comics a good or a bad thing” conversation over and over and that’s not actually the fucking debate
the actual debate is that there are almost no women working in mainstream comics and everything that comes out in comics is super male gaze-y and regardless of how offensive or not offensive sexy women are, the solution is to hire more women. We need to stop derailing the conversation
Please note: “everyone who works retail, admin, or labor” is pretty much everyone. I can’t remember the last time I worked somewhere without “security” cameras that monitored employees.
I’m having a good laugh right now because our associates just got collectively reprimanded for leaning on the counters during 8 hour shifts on their feet, because it isn’t “professional” looking. So apparently they can put up with a camera over their shoulder to make sure they do their jobs correctly, but a cop with a gun cant?
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Birthday: April 24
Hobbies: reading, writing, watching TV/movies, sleeping, day-dreaming
Favorite food: pizza
Favorite artist: linkin park
Favorite Show: Buffy
Favorite Character: Spike
Pet peeve: Assholes that leave messes for “someone to cleanup” because “Somebody else will do it. They are paid to do stuff like that…”
Random fact about me: I miss the days when I could sleep all summer long.
Rule #1: Always post the rules.
Rule #2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones
Rule #3: tag 11 people and link them to the post
Rule #4: actually tell them you tagged them
I was tagged by gweargroal
1- What’s your favorite videogame?
Hmmm, that is a very difficult question. I would say it is a tie between Final Fantasy 8 and Secret of Mana.
2- Which superhero do you prefer?
I prefer Quasar, but he isn’t around much except for Annihilators. As for someone more mainstream, Gambit from the comics since he is badass that was also lucky enough to be with Rogue for awhile. The movie Gambit sucks though.
3- What’s your favorite movie?
4- If you could, would you go back in time to change your life?
Hells no!!!! Maybe to give myself winning lottery numbers, but no specific event that I’d like to change. Time travel is a bitch that I choose not to fuck with. Unless it is to go to concerts and conventions I have missed and was never alive to go to.
5- What name would you give to your children if you were/are to have one?
Never thought of it
6- Which mythological creature you think is awesome?
Dragons, boring, I know xD
7- Do you have any animals living with you?
My roommate has a cat.
8- Do you have any favorite bands of music?
Linkin Park, though I don’t follow music much. I sort of just listen to whatever comes my way by friends, movies, shows, and radio.
9- If you could choose any fictional universe, which one would you live in?
Hmmm, I would live in Discworld :D
10- Are you still going to school?
Yup, in college for a BS in Electrical Engineering.
11- Do you cosplay or go to any LARP?I don’t cosplay, but is I had the money, time, and skill I would love to. I used to play D&D quite often, but no LARP. I would play it if I found a good group of friends to play with.
A sign left behind by a protester on West Florissant Road in Ferguson on August 17, 2014. (Michael B. Thomas/AFP/Getty Images)
CNN doing what CNN does.
I laminated a paper towel
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You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
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Sarah go to bed
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In which Senator Warren takes on the banking industry and wins.
“In 2002, having spent more than three years in one residence for the first time in my life, I got called for jury duty. I show up on time, ready to serve. When we get to the voir dire, the lawyer says to me, “I see you’re an astrophysicist. What’s that?” I answer, “Astrophysics is the laws of physics, applied to the universe—the Big Bang, black holes, that sort of thing.” Then he asks, “What do you teach at Princeton?” and I say, “I teach a class on the evaluation of evidence and the relative unreliability of eyewitness testimony.” Five minutes later, I’m on the street.
A few years later, jury duty again. The judge states that the defendant is charged with possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine. It was found on his body, he was arrested, and he is now on trial. This time, after the Q&A is over, the judge asks us whether there are any questions we’d like to ask the court, and I say, “Yes, Your Honor. Why did you say he was in possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine? That equals 1.7 grams. The ‘thousand’ cancels with the ‘milli-’ and you get 1.7 grams, which is less than the weight of a dime.” Again I’m out on the street.”
powerful Black Science Man
I wonder where that man who was in possession of 1.7 grams of cocaine is now
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