I still say the most unrealistic part of Harry Potter was that there wasn’t a scene where Hermione found 16 year old Harry in a shopping cart on top of the Astronomy Tower while 16 year old Ron stood by with Colin’s camera because if the prophecy says that he has to die via Voldemort then that means nothing else can kill him ergo there’s no way this could possibly go wrong…
I think my favorite panic-fueled response to a petitioner was when someone came up to me in Union Square and said “Hi, would you care to sign our petition for LGBT rights?” and I just blurted out “I’m already gay” and the person, taken aback, said “Well, that’s… nice.” and I said “It really is. Goodbye.” and just walked into the closest store to escape.
one time I was on my way to a final and this clipboard person was aggressively trying to stand in my way and saying “excuse me sir, can you take just one minute?” and I was like “I’m sorry I’m on my way to a final” and they said “just takes a minute to save a mountain” and I panicked because clearly the truth of why I had to go wasn’t working so I just said the first thing that came to mind which was “Sorry I hate mountains”
This is maybe my favorite response to this post, holy shit.
My favorite of these from the other side of the clipboard—back when I was canvassing for GreenPeace, I had a co-worker that would switch back and forth between “Hey, you want to help save a whale?” and “Hey, you want to help fight global warming?” – and at the end of a very long, hard day on the Magnificent Mile in Chicago, he blurted out to someone “Hey, you want to help me fight a whale?”
I drew this poster for Jon Acuffand his FINISH book tour. Big thanks to Jon for this collaboration, his book has some great ideas about how to complete creative and life goals.
Love this, but reblogging it specifically for “Get rid of secret rules.” That’s one of the most amazing illustrations—and points—I’ve ever seen.
so important especially for perfectionists who procrastinate and never finish, or even start because they set such high standards for themselves.
youd think horses were one of those animals that has horrible health due to humans breeding unhealthy animals to achieve a certain look but no they really are just naturally that fucked up
horses’ lungs bleed when they run at a certain speed
if their diet is too rich / low in selenium their hooves fall off
excuse me
The reason they have such poor health outcomes after breaking or otherwise injuring their legs is because their legs are actually hyper-specialized fingers; and as in human fingers, there is very little muscle supporting the bone, just a lot of cartilage and tendons and whatnot. You’d think an animal that literally evolved to run away to avoid being eaten would have ALSO evolved sturdier running appendages, but…
I fucking hate this post, it’s 1 AM I don’t want to know that horse legs are giant fucking fingers
holy shit
the homologues of the (human) knee and elbow on a horse are at the level of the ribcage. the “knees” in the middle of the legs are homologous to wrists on the front and heels on the back. anything below that is hand/foot.
I understood most of that but the diagram for me is what makes me never want to look at a horse again
arabian horses have been bred so badly that they have breathing problems because of the shape of their face
This is how horses are built compared to a human
I wish Tumblr would stop telling me things about horses
centaurs are real and they look like that last photo
Just when I thought I was finally getting the hang of horses, I find out I know nothing.
Sometimes I forget not every spent 10 years of their childhood in Pony Club and that this isn’t common knowledge.
COFFIN BONE?!
Horses, my frightening friends, what the fuck is up with you?
I forget where it was but I saw jeans for sale and like they were labeled as “girlfriend cut” instead of ‘boyfriend’ and like the irony to me is that the term “boyfriend style jeans” was originally done as this weird way to heterosexualize the dangerous idea of women wearing slightly loose pants so you knew you weren’t a dyke but like apparently the use of the term “boyfriend” was like too much of a gender confusion crisis for the buyer so they had to change it *again* as opposed to just calling it “loose fitting” to begin w and now it has fully no-homo’d itself into a corner and it just sounds like yr stealing yr jeans from some butch girl yr dating
My fave quirk w boyfriend jeans is that time the gap didn’t realize that having jeans that were “boyfriend” cut and “pegged” style would turn out greater than the sum of its parts
When it comes to stuff like racism, sexism, homophobia, etc, I’ve found it’s usually way better to think to yourself ‘I don’t want to be’ than ‘I’m not’.
I.e. if someone goes ‘that thing you just did is ableist’, instead of going ‘I’m not ableist, I don’t hate disabled people!’ it’s usually a lot better to go ‘I don’t want to be ableist, I should rethink what I’m doing/saying/etc in light of that fact’. Because that shifts your thinking so rather than jumping straight into denial and attempts to defend your character, you’re instead more inclined to look at how your actions could be misrepresenting your intentions. Or whether you’ve overlooked something, been callous, or acted in ignorance.
So my little brother works at Sandia Labs, which he loves; he’s a physicist and engineer, and good at it. He just got hired a few months ago, and is like bottom of the clearance level totem pole, but.
Apparently the lab loaned a seismometer to a missile test site, who broke it.
So they gave it back to the lab with an apology, and the lab went “welp fuck guess we’ll buy a new one”
“Wait a minute,” my brother says. “I think I got this.”
He proceeded to google up the user manual for the model, take it apart, clean it, and put it back together.
It now works flawlessly and his bosses think he’s a goddamned genius because he just saved them 20k with four minutes of google searching.
He specifically works as an engineer in their super-computing research division; he did his master’s on quantum computing technology.
What I’m saying is that he LITERALLY works in an office full of nuclear physicists, engineers, and rocket scientists and he impressed them by knowing how to google a product number.
I’m dying, as a mechanical engineering intern this is entirely my life. I fixed a machine worth 175k by sitting down, actually reading the manual, and disconnecting and reconnecting two wires that were in the wrong place. Smart people can be dumb.
He even told them what he did.
“I googled up the user manual.”
“You can DO that???? YOU ARE BRILLIANT.”
“….you know what, yes. You are correct. I am. Raise my pay grade please.”
The moral of this story is that don’t sell your own skills short, kids, knowing how to google shit is a marketable skill.
The moral of the story is also that we’ve taught the kids that academia and the skilled trades are UTTERLY SEPARATE realms, when they are in fact not
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