it's always funny when someone comments on eurodance like "why don't they make music like this anymore" because they DO and it's one of the most creatively stagnant genres on earth (spoken with love in my heart for it)
all you need to make eurodance is one female vocalist (mediocre-to-incredible), one male vocalist who Cannot sing but can say shit like "I'm a sex king man with a party plan / international nation hand in hand" in a deep voice, and an apartment somewhere in italy
CHEERS TO GUY WALTON FOR “OUTING” THE FOSSIL FUEL COMPANIES
From the article:
Walton has devised his own criteria for named heatwaves in the US, based on duration and extremity, on a one to five scale similar to hurricanes. Heatwave Chevron is classed as a four and is “historic”, Walton said. The meteorologist said he has a list of 20 oil and gas companies – including Exxon and Shell – for upcoming heatwaves and will turn to coal companies if he runs out of names.
Y'all know what to do. Use Walton's naming system. Make it catch on.
nothing brings me more joy than repeatedly doing a bit that my mother dislikes
i think i'm funny and that's the main thing
(ID: both images are a text message conversation between OP and Mothership [their mom]
Mom: Text me to say you're home safely
OP: I'm home dangerously
Mom: Stop it
OP: I'm home lethally
OP: I'm home in an extremely lackadaisical and downright reckless fashion
Mom: Text me that you are at home and not in a wheelie bin
OP: My journey home is violating so many health and safety regulations
I've killed three pedestrians
Mom: You're breaking my heart
OP: I actually got murdered as soon as I left your field of vision
Mom: So not funny
OP: And then got up and was immediately murdered again by a different person
Mom: On the tube now
So unable to respond to your witticisms
OP: Who knows how many times I'll have been murdered by the time you get off the tube
end ID)
a bug bite reveals instantly the true nature of samsara. An infinite cycle where desire and suffering are clearly the same thing, and what you really want is not to satisfy the burning itch but to feel none at all. And the cycle will literally never end until you understand to let go
scratching that shit feels too good i don't give a fuck about suffering when it feels so fucked up unreal good. escaping samsara is a cope. i'm not letting go of these earthly pleasures. what could be better than an itch firmly scratched?
you just need to satisfy the desire smarter not harder. heat up a spoon in hot water and press it to the bug bite. outsmart samsara.
What able bodied authors think I, an amputee and a wheelchair user, would want in a scifi setting:
What I actually want:
When I say uplift disabled voices, this is what I’m talking about. Disabled people deserve basic accessibility and teleportation and really fucking cool mobility aids
I went into Barbie expecting a musical and Barbie jail scene and came out sobbing about the profundity of womanhood and motherhood and what it means to be born a woman and to live as a woman and to be a mother and to be there for your child and to be perfect and not be perfect to be sad and to be happy and how amazing it is to feel angry, sad, happy, scared, nervous. Barbie was perfection and not only did I come out with a newfound love of femininity in general but I came out with a love for my femininity.
